Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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chapter 14.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya
shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that
they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet
she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her
breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she
received with almost her full consent. The
simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one
dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of
festivity did its own things to her bodily responses
and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety
which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman
and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and
pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the
youthful caressing she received. The itch was now
spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the
impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body.
After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto
the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body
still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam,
the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a
sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had
that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw
passion. So he had just drenched her all over without
really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his
perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative
rather than physical, which was what most people who
came into contact with Manya became.

Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was
concerned.

"Mom, are you OK?", he called out and rushed to her
side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether
she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing
just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into
her son's eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that
he was concerned.

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom", he said as he tried to
help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her.
Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full
cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless
blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his
knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she
finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded
in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared
right into his face, barely a couple of inches from
his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose
poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a
second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his
Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the
bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her
on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to
release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly
exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist
flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening
cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped
down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a
second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the
bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room,
clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront
his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her
horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed,
with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff
and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was
stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread
out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her
lush frame and cursed. "Why the hell did you have to
open the door"? "Have you gone mad"? "Or are you
dumb"? "I'll teach those guys a lesson for breaking
into my house", he ranted.

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards
her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her
husband's screams. "It's all right. They are just boys
and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the
neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave
it", she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's calm voice
and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her
throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud
good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal
had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her
crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of
experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly
recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few
moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her
saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her
pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she
remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks,
earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which
her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without
the slightest room for complaint left her astounded
and deep within she praised them and thanked them.
Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing
and appreciating her body of all the women in the
area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's departure
more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no
further proof of her well being the moment he saw her
lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy
through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and
slowly brought her out of her dream.

"Mom would you like to have a bath"? he asked her,
more in a whisper, close to her ear.

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and
told her son that it may be better to wait until noon
till the entire neighbourhood is through with
celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated
baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from
the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left
her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half
past nine and the festival was still young. However he
headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking
that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized
that there was some washing of clothes to be done and
slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still
off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when
Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and
shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off
her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of
yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained
off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the
saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine.
Since there were a few hours still left for her bath,
she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the
washing machine on. The sudden activation of the
machine when her hands were still on it, sent a
throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down
next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and
the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her
saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to
the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right
through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed
with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room,
wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and
therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked
form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the
last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full
body. "What a horny woman", thought the amazed son of
Manya