Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands
over to her full breasts and mauled them over his
hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and
yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two
hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot
and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish
some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in
steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam
understood the absolute need of this well mauled
mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to
take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in
the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his
fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She
sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock
dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down
and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking
than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy
began to cream and drip half way into the loo
alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and
stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the
commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached
behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat
cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat
there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and
gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy
juices having superimposed themselves on her urine
smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his
head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer
lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in
seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into
her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny
housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her
legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head,
high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and
she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her
thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose.
Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved
his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting
cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each
other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as
much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with
deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum
penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five
minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold
it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face", she hissed. "On me, On
me, " she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second
and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first
spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke,
the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of
rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and
she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful
features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and
they both realized the need to move out before his
parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya
to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that
rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of
the red color and her face was clearer and more
recognizable than before. She decided there was no
time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her
pussy either and she simply downed her saree and
walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was
leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards
their apartment. She paused to thank them for using
their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only
speculate about the possibilities of his mother's
adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly
put his finger on it. He was however happy that she
could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher
and radiant after the color was off. Of course she
glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that
licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge
buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her
entire back bare, right from the bottom of her thin
blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to
their home next door. He did not notice Salman give
one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass.
He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped
over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was
over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they
entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong
spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full
minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen
could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of
his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since
Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could
liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door
but managed to come late to wish them. And what a
sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when
he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on
Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother
after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and
he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst
of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed
both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was
aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over
the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly
drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her
part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh
drenching received, this time from her son's best
buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time
Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem,
strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled,
he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe
women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning
herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and
decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen
followed the lushly endowed woman into the house,
discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge
back, almost all of which was exposed by the
swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse
cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy,
well used ass inside and Manya thought that before
trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food
preparation. But before she could put her thought into
action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking
out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone
but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were
wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed
hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She
looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on
Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying
him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem
allowed them indulgently and accepted all their
antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply
pounced on him because he was their best friend's own
brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them
smothered his face, while another climbed onto his
back and held him for others to spray water with their
spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but
didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were
through with Deen, they turned their attention to
their best friend's mother. A greater surge of
familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them.
The four of them first ran into her full body,
smothering her and hugging her wherever they could
encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom
repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and
hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew
to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little
lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys
concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features,
running their colour coated hands in designs around
her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya
felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She
held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself
up because the insistent boys did not give her the
time to do it. She wanted to be through with this
quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thin, braless
and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously
delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at
Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem
ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick
stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her
breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like
juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face
retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom
from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought
her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly
into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands
fingered her navel from behind an he continued to
finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled
with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this
stroking and the pressure of his warm body against her
ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and
ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion
of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover
if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's
body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for
Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting,
especially since she had to retain a smile while two
others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy
lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the
aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy
in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this
with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping
their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood
vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room
and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by
the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was
the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he
too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends
looked at each knowing and understanding the other's
condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the
future.