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.
Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.
In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya’s gaze too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace, everyone’s eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya’s entry, including Salman’s, Sam’s and her own son Deen’s.
In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person’s back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else’s behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya’s sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya’s run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam’s Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya’s ass. Manya didn’t notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya’s lush behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different game called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya’s wet loins again.