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 raped. 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.