Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early every time since people had to end the color and water dunking feast at least by noon so as to give their colored and drenched bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored water on each other to celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each other with colored water and also hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break loose and enjoy themselves.
Her son Binu left for his friend’s place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the time on the clock.
The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved students and not one of them was above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.
“Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi”, they all yelled in unison and excitement. “You can’t escape us today “, screamed Salman, the tallest and strongest of them as he banged the door hard.
Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may break open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safe from any color onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.
It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya’s rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to gather color and run them right down Manya’s fleshy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya’s face shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower body right into Manya’s wide and fleshy backside and also bending over her face to look down so that she didn’t free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying color on Manya’s front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him direct gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya’s nipples shot to erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust all over the body which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn’t let her hands free. Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His face was over Manya’s neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother’s lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom’s breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya’s quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn’t look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy have his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn’t even notice the look of aroused shock on her son’s face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya’s head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn’t for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.