Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 17

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of
anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw
little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a
mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would
take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a
beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he
was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again.
The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself
carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over
again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity
of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too
into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around
in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the
process their bodies met, his crotch against her
ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it
caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too.
Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total
fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The
woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his
thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and
heard his squealing mother as man after man carried
her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing
it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely
pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing
her lusciously wet body into the tank. Deen saw that
gradually the men were freely groping and grabbing his
sexy mother with every passing minute. The fact that
she was only squealing in delight added to his weird
thrill. He loved to see her pleasured just as much as
she loved being pleasured. The festival gave full
opportunity to the sex starved wife to lower her
defences and she was taking full advantage of it, to
the extreme arousal of her son. The robust gripping
and pawing of his mother's full hips, exposed waist
and half exposed breasts gave the proceedings a bang
like resemblance but not for the voyeur son. When the
men started taking a few extra liberties on her still
unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her
loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges.
She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and
went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in
the building. The festivities were as good as complete
and people were clearing up.

"I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him.

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and
licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's
eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have
as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and
hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree.
He felt that he may like to give it a thorough
spanking till she yelped