Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 16

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless
blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the
heat of his lust. When their combined passions
receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman
motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up
his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which
would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on
the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's
father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some
decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter
loudly "Not now" "Maybe a blowjob if there's time"...
and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants.
Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other
side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without
delay, said "We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad
is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be
late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary
style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like
a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his
fucking. It was heavenly and hard. "What were you
telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's
humping motions.

"Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for
him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But
maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you? he replied
rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and
quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into", she
thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to
enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her
hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her,
mashing her body all over and sending her into a
supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to
his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with
her cunt until they both came together in a shattering
orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes
with a first time lover seemed so familiar,
pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she
was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer
strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack
cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up
and move. Sh dbangd her saree again over her well
fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she
almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's
Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said "Your son
has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came
from?".

The old man could take it no more. Less than two
minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the
terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long,
wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went
limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ
through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced
the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the
elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began
its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman,
realising that they had atleast half a minute dove
right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped
his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya
gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as
her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a
true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she
felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the
moment the elevator door opened and he licentious
couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the
discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son
Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly
fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face
now. It was just the number of orgasms that he
couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with
which Manya carried herself throughout the snack
session despite all that her body had been through in
the past few hours left Deen wondering and he
developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one
of the members cried out "foul foul". Everyone looked
in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in
his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his
sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under
instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the
food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to
have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was
small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering
decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since
even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was
asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he
told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out
thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began
skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck
to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full,
unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with
her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly
erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in
front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly
in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it
was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end.
He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as
everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without
any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or
pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by
the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it
fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin
drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous
charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence.
Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the
full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was
ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh
jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the
nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by
her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look
like a woman screaming to get bangd. And she was
skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping
would mean that she would have to start skipping all
over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he
suddenly shouted " thirty", not knowing whether she
actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected
and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the
terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother
heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and
waited as people came back to normalcy from that
intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's
heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled
and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it
was all carried on as a game. There could have been no
better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images
away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya,
someone suggested that they all go to the large water
tank on the yard below for some final dunking. Water
dunking was usually the last item in a Holi
celebration. On the way down many women sympathised
with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected
to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and
games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality
she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her
and said "Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I
would keep Salman's father at home whole day". Manya
looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and
smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze
to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older
people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing
for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also
dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage
girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to
scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen
however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a
thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's
turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took
the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into
the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of
eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form
as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her
saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion
dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture,
removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's
ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool
and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her
fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her
deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their
tongues out. Pin drop silence hung in the air again.
Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself,
clutching his crotch, "Desh is a lucky bastard." The
man standing next to him also heard him and he added a
rejoinder, "Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that
hot piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."
"I wonder if he's giving her all the cock she needs",
snarled another man.
"Yup, I agree, this hot Momma wouldn't be displaying
herself this way if hubby dear was doing his job".
"Just look at her. She won't mind it if she gets
dryhumped right here", said another horny middleaged
man, not noticing Deen's presence