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 i n 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 piece of ass. She’s built for fucking man.”
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. 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.