Second Chapter of Two Aristocratic Bengalee Families
Being a Sati-saddhi and devoted wife till yesterday, the famous Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury felt extremely disgusted after the incident with the Muslim kid Hanif Ali Khan. That day in the morning after completing her bath in the sacred river Ganga, she offered puja in the Kalighat Mandir before the Goddess Maa Kali and begged her blessings. A flower dropped on her head from the Goddess’s hand, Sharmila’s face glittered with joy, her guilty feelings and tension vanished slowly.
Her devotion to the Goddess Maa Kali increased more and she established a Maa Kali’s marble statue in her worship-rooom. That night she also disclosed all the happenings to her husband and confessed her sin to him. Samaresh listened all but being an open minded gentleman, he didn’t mind at all.
On the other hand Samaresh became excited tremendously by his wife’s adultery and by his favourite actress’s nasty and vulgar incestuous activities. That night he fucked his wife like a horny dog, Sharmila clearly realized her husband’s sudden passion and smiled happily.
Next day after finishing her daily puja and other household chores Sharmila went back into her only son Soumya’s room first and replaced his porn stash under the mattress. Then she walked back into her own bedroom. What a mess! She worked quickly to remake the bed and then sighing, she opened a window to let the smell of previous day’s sex out of the room. She felt a little ashamed of herself. She had really gotten way out of control with that muslim kid.
The memory of it made her blush at first. But the more she thought about it, and how wild the boy had been himself the more she began to smile and the more her cunt tingled. Her embarrassment lifted. As long as the kid was discreet, and she sensed he would be, why should she feel this way? She had to admit she had loved every hot minute. Hanif had taken her to places she had never thought she could go to. She could hardly wait for her husband to return.
Samaresh got home from his office ( Bank ) as usual at around 7o’clock. He had been rubbing his cock through his jeans the whole drive home. Ever since he knew about his wife’s illicit relation with Hanif and saw Parveen Khatun’s porn pictures, all he wanted to do was stay at home and join in the fun with Hanif and Sharmila.
Actually Sharmila herself was dreaming for a long time to involve her husband into a threesome. Hanif’s entry in her life and her husband’s open minded attitude created the situation and she didn’t want to loose this great opportunity. She told her dream to Hanif and the kid’s eyes glittered with joy. In the meantime Sharmila also intimated Hanif about the conversation between her husband and her in which Hanif became relieved from the tension.
As Samaresh entered the worship-rooom, he saw his wife bent over in front of the statue of the Goddess Maa Kali in a praying mood. She was completely nude and is being fucked from behind by Hanif. Sharmila was 4 years younger than her husband Samaresh and at 30 she had lost none of the sex appeal that had attracted him to her 13 years ago. Leaning against the door frame he watched as her big tits shook back and forth in tandem with each of Hanif’s fevered thrusts.
Undoing his jeans, Samaresh began to play with his cock as he watched his beautiful wife beg her baby lover to go faster, his thin boyish cock sliding in and out of her wet sex. Rubbing his balls with his free hand, Samaresh couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed a mouth on his cock.
Stripping off completely he entered into the worship-rooom, did “Pranam” to the Goddess with folded hands and presented his 8″ meat to his horny wife’s mouth.
“Good Evening honey. Hungry?” Samaresh wished his wife.
“Right you’re ,” panted Sharmila as she grabbed her husband’s thick cock and began to work her tongue around his fat cockhead, paying special attention to his piss slit. Pre-cum was oozing from his cock and she was hungrily lapping it up. “Oh baby, I’ve been waiting all day for this.” Samaresh said and watched the kid’s fucking.
“Oh Uncle! Without your consent I was fucking your wife, please don’t mind.” Hanif begged and without pausing his thrusting, he touched Samaresh’s feet.
Samaresh became amazed by the kid’s behaviour, he blessed him and said,”It’s OK, don’t worry about that. Your aunt told me all. But how’s your aunt today?”
“Fantastic. Kakima is so wet and tight. Just like a virgin cunt.” Hanif was right. Sharmila had always had a tight pussy. They used to joke that it was made of elastic. Samaresh felt his wife’s tongue move down his shaft and onto his balls. She sucked one of his hairy testicles into her mouth and then the other as she jacked his cock roughly with her hands.
Samaresh had always loved his wife’s appreciation of balls and ass. Before he was married he had been with plenty of girls and none had realised the sheer pleasure that ball and ass play brought to a man. When Sharmila had gone straight down there on their first date, he knew that she was the one he’d marry.
“Oh. Oh. I’m gonna cum!!” shouted Hanif as his baby prick pistoned faster in and out of Sharmila’s soaking cunt.
“Hanif sona, malta tomar kakimar gude dhelo” panted Samaresh. “Fill her with your young spunk.”
Hanif didn’t need to be told again. He reached over and squeezed Sharmila’s tits as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot seed into her pussy. Pulling out, he stood beside Samaresh.
“Your turn Uncle,” he said, holding his cock out for Sharmila. “Kakima please clean me up. But uncle, you might wanna stick it in her ass. It’ll be pretty gooey in her snatch.” Hanif advised. “Yes darling, fuck my ass,” Sharmila spat, grabbing Hanif’s cock and immediately licking his cum and her own cunt juice from his length.
Not happy with that, Sharmila reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her sodden sexhole. Scooping out some of Hanif’s cum, she rubbed it over her husband’s shiny cockhead and then played with it with her tongue before gobbling it down.
Reaching down again, Samaresh stopped her. “Not yet, dear. I gotta lube up.”
Reluctantly, Sharmila left her pussy alone and contented her self with rubbing her nipples as she sucked on her kid lover’s cock. Samaresh, slipped his cock into her wet snatch with no resistance. Hanif hadn’t lied, he had really filled her up. No surprise, thought Samaresh.
When he was fifteen, he could cum bucket-loads and be hard again in no time. As he worked his hardness in and out of his wife’s cunt, slicking it up with her cream and his Hanif’s spunk, he licked his fingers and began working them into his wife’s puckered asshole.
“Yes Ohhhhhh yes. Stick your fingers in me,” Sharmila moaned as her husband slowly worked in his fingers up to the knuckle. “Get me ready for your cock.” Sharmila panted.
“Less talk, more suck,” said Hanif. Now hard again, grabbed Sharmila’s head and held it in place. Bucking his hips up and down, he began to fuck her mouth from below, stopping every now and then so that she could get some air.
Samaresh took his cum covered cock from his wife’s pussy and positioned it at the entrance to her shit-hole. He rubbed it around in a circular motion a few times, just to tease his wife, who was unable to object due to the fact that Hanif was treating her mouth like a second cunt.
Then, Samaresh pushed his cock hard into his wife’s ass. Half his length disappeared into her shitter and he heard her try to shout out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Drawing out slowly, he pushed back in, this time all the way to the base, his balls slapping off her pussy. Picking up the pace, he fucked his wife’s ass as hard as Hanif was fucking her mouth. The feeling was unbelievable.
Two weeks ago, he and Sharmila had had a boring sex life. They fucked monotonously once in a week. But ever since the affair of Sharmila with her Muslim baby lover, they were engaged in some sort of sexual activity around the clock and Sharmila had really taken to the role of family slut, there to be fucked whenever and however they pleased.
“I’m gonna cum again,” said Hanif as he pulled Sharmila’s head further down on his prick.
“I gotta cum too honey,” Samaresh shouted.
“Where do you want it, in your ass? Or on you face?” Hanif pulled his cock out of her mouth so Sharmila could answer. “Face.” Sharmila panted.
“Kneel down,” Samaresh told his wife as he pulled his cock from her asshole and began to pound his shaft with his right hand. Sharmila got down in front of her husband and Hanif came beside Samaresh. As man and boy wanked furiously, Sharmila reached out and began to massage their balls with her hands.
“Oh baby! Yes! Yes!” Samaresh roared as he shot a long creamy jet of cum on his wife’s face. Not wanting to waste a drop, Sharmila quickly clamped her mouth over her husband’s cockhead and sucked the rest of his load into her mouth.
“Oh Kakima go. I can’t hold it any longer!” Hanif let fly and a string of cum flew into Sharmila’s hair. As quickly as before, she covered the boys cozck-head with her mouth and drained his throbbing cock of his spunk.
Sitting back, Sharmila opened her mouth wide to show her men both their cum in the mouth. Playing with it for a few seconds, she swallowed it all and cleaned off the drooping cocks still in front of her.
“So,” said Samaresh as his wife cleaned her own yellowish shit-juice from his cock. “What’s for dinner?”
Her husband was outside for ten days due to official job and Hanif with his family went to his uncle’s house at Mumbai for two weeks. Sharmila felt herself boring, at the same time her pussy was leaking, reminiscing the perverted incidents of herself for last seven days.
However today her only son Soumya is returning from his maternal uncle’s house. Immediately she went to her son’s room to arrange his bed, first she stripped his bed, putting the sheets to her nose to breathe in his young smell. There it was, that sweet odor, mixed with the faint leftover tinge of laundry soap and her won pussy juices. It made her feel horny again.
She quickly returned the book and magazines to their place under the mattress and removed her clothes; saree, blouse, petticoat etc one by one. It felt sexy as hell to be naked in her son’s room. Her cunt was heating up and melting like butter. Her firm nipples pointed upwards. She sighed happily, gathered up the clothes and walked through the house, nude into the laundry room.
She decided she would stay naked all day. It certainly was comfortable and she thought it would be really hot to be nude when her son got home. She poured out the detergent and started the washer. She gathered together several pairs of her son’s underpants. There were tiny stains on all of them, yellow spots in front and occasional skid marks in the seat.
She suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to see what they smelled like. She brought one of his stained underwear to her face and inhaled tentatively. There was none of the mature odor that her husband had down there. It was lighter, nuttier and intoxicating. She leaned against the vibrating machine, getting her crotch right on the warm enameled surface.
As she sniffed the boy’s heady crotch odors she felt her body responding to her lust. She pressed herself more firmly against the washer as is sloshed and vibrated. She took a deep hit on her son’s underpants. What was she doing! She was sniffing her own son’s dirty little underpants like some pervert and getting off to it!
Tingling thrills ran up from her pussy. She had to stop this! She dropped the white briefs and pulled herself together. When she leaned off the washing machine she saw gleaming streaks of her own pussy juices on it. Backing away, her knees trembling she turned and walked out of the room. She stood in the kitchen feeling a little dazed. She realized she had almost cum again from that little perverted moment. She hadn’t expected to feel this way.
Her bladder felt full. She was glad of it. It would take her mind off thoughts of seducing her little son. She let it build while she went about the house, doing her housework. After awhile the need became urgent. She decided it would be a good time to have a shower and get ready… ready for what? Ready to seduce her son? She shivered at the thought.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water to the large shower. Soon the room was filled with steam. She flipped up the lid of the toilet and sat down. Almost immediately she felt her piss streaming forth from her cunt. For some reason it felt incredibly sexy. She looked down, over her tits to see her golden stream gushing from her hairy cunt. She thought about her husband and his own perverted tastes.
Her husband Samaresh had asked her more than once to piss on him. She always had said no, that it was disgusting. He always wanted to eat her cunt after she pissed, and she had let him do that a couple of times. Then there was the night when they had both come home still pretty drunk form a wild party they had been to. They were both feeling loose and horny. They had gotten undressed and he had been munching on her cunt, making her feel really hot.
Then he had pleaded with her to piss in his mouth. Like a little boy, pleading for a piece of candy, she had thought. Giving up she had agreed. She had let him have it right in the mouth, thinking that he would have his fill and maybe even get sick from it. It would serve him right. But, instead of getting turned off or sick, he had guzzled it all.
Sharmila had felt herself responding to her husband’s gulps and groans of pleasure. She pissed it all into his sucking swallowing face and came like a sky full of fireworks. While she was still in the throes of her orgasm he had stood up quickly and then fell on her, spiking his hard cock fully into her. They had fucked wildly. They had cum together in a crashing climax that left them both utterly exhausted.
In the morning she remembered smelling her piss and pussy juice on his face and had been a little turned off by it. But even though she had not done this with him again, she found it alluring. She didn’t mind her husband being a pervert like that. He came up with al sorts of nasty and hot ideas that kept their sex life going strong.
But, well, the pissing thing… it was just too sick. She knew she would have to get roaring drunk to do that again for him. And so far, it hadn’t gone like that. But… thinking of her baby son sucking the piss out of her cunt… Oh god, what was she turning into! A crazed sex slut? She had to cut this out!
Sharmila finished her piss, feeling almost angry with herself for her awful disgusting thoughts. She stepped into the shower, hoping it might cleanse her of her dark desires. The water felt good. She liked it warm like this, almost hot. She soaped up and washed her body, washed out her cunt.
As she did she remembered about those fetish pictures. She reached for her razor and held it, staring at it, undecided. Should she? Why not… Even if she didn’t go through with her plan to seduce her son, her husband would probably get hot seeing her pussy shaved. She applied her favorite shaving cream and began scraping away at her bush. After about ten minutes it was down to a narrow strip, lining her vaginal lips. Now there wasn’t enough left to bother about. She quickly shaved the rest off and then did her legs.
When she emerged from the shower she grabbed a towel and went over to look at herself in the mirror. She looked at her body turning this way and that to see the effect. She was still young and slim. Childbirth hadn’t left much of a trace on her. For a woman in her early thirties she looked pretty sexy, she thought. Her breasts were still full and perky although she had gone for breastfeeding.
She gazed, entranced at the sight of her own naked pussy. She looked like a teenager herself down there. She felt more naked than ever. It was a sinful, delicious feeling. How lovely it would be to have her son rubbing his naked pubes into hers while he sent his virginal boyish cock into her warm, wet eager cunt!
She dried off and went into her drawer to find a netted panty to wear. She wanted something to wear that would make her feel sexier and sluttier. She found what she wanted. A tiny, sheer panty with net, all black. She slipped it on and marveled how pretty and seductive it looked against her soft, white skin. The string at the back nestled deeply into her shapely asscheeks, rubbing against her asshole deliciously.
Sharmila was no ass-virgin. She had let her husband fuck her up it many times and had gotten to where she loved it as much as he did. She felt the tiny strip of fabric tease her asshole and got that warm, melting feeling again. She felt like a total slut, a whore. Her tittie-points stiffened with lust.
That’s when she heard the front door slam. Her boy was home! Would she do it? Sharmila struggled in her mind for a moment, but her lust won out. She threw all caution to the wind and stepped out into the hall and went towards the living room to find her sweet hot little boy!
Soumya was just swinging his backpack off his slim shoulders when she walked in. He looked up to see his mother coming into the room wearing nothing but a small black pair of netted panties. They almost weren’t there. Actually Soumya had seen his mother naked few times, when he was a mere child, it never even fazed him. But lately, he looked at her differently,
Ancient and eternal Bengali cultures and traditions taught him to respect elder. Just like an obedient boy he respected his parents like the God and Goddess, every morning after leaving his bed, at first he touched their feet for blessings. They hugged him, kissed his cheeks and blessed him. Then refreshing, he prayed in the worship-rooom with his parents.
He had always thought his mother was beautiful, but in a little-boy way. He adored her. But today he thought she was downright sexy. His eyes went right to her big tits. God! they were fantastic! They weren’t as large as the women in the porn magazines, but they stood up with the nipples pointing upwards. He longed to reach out and touch them, to feel them in his fingers.
His cock stirred in his pants and he blushed. He tried to look away, but they drew his eyes. He felt a little embarrassed to think about his respected mother in such a nasty way. Shit, his own mother was turning him on! It didn’t seem right, somehow. He wasn’t supposed to think of her as a hot babe. But, he really did!
“Um, hi, Mamoni,” he said, bending forward touched her feet and trying to smile.
“Hi, Somu beta,” She replied, giving him a beaming smile, “I’m so glad you’re home, dear.”
“Okay,” he joked, “what do you mean Mamoni ?”
Sharmila laughed. “No, Sonamani. Nothing like that. I was hoping we could have a little talk, though.”
“About what?” the boy surprised.
“Things,” she replied mysteriously. “Why don’t you sit down here with me,” she said, touching the couch.
Sharmila swept around it and sat down and patted the cushion beside her. Soumya shrugged and flopped down next to her. Sharmila took her hand and gently brushed the shampooed silky hair out of his eyes.
“So tell me about your Dadima and Daddu,” she said, trying to keep her voice casual and light.
“Oh, it was the usual, you know, they’re well and loved me very much.” Soumya replied.
“Ok ok, now come about your school, did your school started sex-ed ?”
“Yeah, sure.” We have that every Wednesday, you know. Why?”
“Well, dear, you know sex-ed is a good thing and I have always approved of it,” Sharmila said, “I hope you are learning good things, like how to protect yourself and all that.”
Soumya blushed. He felt uncomfortable discussing such things with his own mother.
“Yeah. Of course. I know all about that stuff.” He replied, glancing away.
“Good, dear. You know, I know they teach you all about the mechanics of it theoretically and all, I’m sure. But, you know there’s a lot about sex they can’t teach you.”
“Like what?” Soumya was surprised.
He looked up at her and saw something strange in her expression. Her lips were parted slightly and she seemed to be breathing a little more rapidly than usual. Her eyes looked glassy. Soumya wasn’t sure what his mother was driving at. There was a strange and intoxicating scent coming from her.
Sharmila fixed her gaze on his. She looked straight into his eyes, sending messages the boy couldn’t quite make out, that held him as in a trance. “Well, like the feelings and emotions behind it all. They can be pretty powerful and ver-ry pleasurable. I mean, well, at your age I’m sure you’ve touched yourself once or twice.”
Soumya gulped and looked down, his face reddening. Sharmila laughed lightly. “She reached out and lifted his chin. “”Don’t be embarrassed, you’re my son, nowadays mother and son are like friends dear, we all do it.”
“I know,” he said, his voice almost at a whisper.
“So you know how good it feels for you. It does feel good, doesn’t it?”
“Maaaa…Mamoniiiii….”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“You guess?”
“I- I mean, yes, it does.”
“But what do they teach you about how to please your partner? How to make a girl feel good?”
“God, Mamoni, they don’t say anything about it!”
“I didn’t think so. Would you like to learn?”
“What do you mean, Mamoni? Who’s gonna tell me about that stuff?”
“Well, I guess I’m going to have to, being a mother I have this duty.” Sharmila said, matter-of-factly, “That is unless you don’t want to,” she added.
“You? I mean… you’re my Mother, how could you!” Jason said, slightly shocked.
“Who better? I mean, although I’m your mother, actually I am a woman, after all,” she said, laughing again.
Suddenly Soumya was very interested!
“Don’t you think I’m pretty? I mean, for my age?” Sharmila said, brushing back her hair and looking into his eyes again.
“Y-yeeee ssss……..! I think you’re beautiful, Mamoni, I always think, you’re the most beautiful woman to me!”
“You’re also a very attractive boy yourself, Somu beta, did you know that?”
“No one ever told me that,” he admitted.
“Well, I think so. Pretty soon you’re going to have all kinds of girls interested in you. You should know how to treat them. Especially in bed. A guy who is good in bed will never disappoint his lover.”
“A-are you going to… teach me… that?” Soumya asked, his high voice trembling. He suddenly had put two and two together. His Mother was going to do more than tell him. Oh, he hoped it was true! She was going to show him!
“Yes, Sonamani, if you want me too,” Sharmila said.
She had spoken quietly but the words sounded in Soumya’s ears like echoing thunder. His legs felt weak as water. His young prick swelled, snaked down the leg of his pants and leaked a drop of clear lube. He couldn’t speak; he didn’t trust his own voice at that moment. He just nodded his head, barely.
“Well, then, let’s start with kissing. Have you ever kissed a girl, Somu?”
“N-no…” he managed to squeak.
Sharmila leaned in close. She could smell his apple fresh breath, feel the warmth of him. She saw the downy fuzz on his cheeks that would not mature into a man’s beard for many, many years. She closed her eyes, leaning closer and closer until she felt her lips touch his. An electric shock ran through her. Her son’s lips were so soft, and slightly sweet to the taste. His warm breath rushed over her face. She pressed her lips to his and opened her mouth a little. Her tongue came out and she licked over those honeyed lips.
The boy couldn’t believe what was happening. He had seen this kind of kissing in movies and had heard the boys making snickering references to “slipping her some tongue”. It had always sounded gross, but heavens above! It was wonderful. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting her tongue push in. Her tongue sought his, lashing the tip over the sensitive surface. He wondered if he should do the same. He tried it, wriggling the tip of his tongue a bit.
Sharmila responded, moaning and letting out her breath. Her tongue moved over his more urgently. Soumya guessed his Mamoni liked what he was doing. He became more assertive. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she had done to him. His head reeled as he licked the inside of her mouth. She tasted good in a way he couldn’t explain, but which was absolutely irresistible. He heard her moan again and then another voice joined hers.
Soumya realized it was his own light soprano. He never wanted it to end. He felt his cock grow painfully hard. He wished he could take it out, but didn’t want to stop this kiss even for that. He felt her arm reach around him and encircle his neck. She pulled him closer, tangling her tongue with his.
Sharmila’s cunt was soaking the thin material of her sheer panties. It felt like she had put them on wet. She was amazed at how quickly her kid son was picking up on her subtle clues. He was frenching her like a pro already! She didn’t want to stop kissing him, but she was about to pass out from lack of breath. Finally she broke away and gasped for breath. He panted as well for a while.
“Wow,” she said finally, “You sure learn fast Sona, you’re a great little kisser!”
“Oh Mamoni, that was so nice,” he whispered.
“Do you want to touch me, baby?” She asked touching her forehead to his and breathing heavily.
“W-w-wh-hhhhh…ere?” He stammered.
“Touch Mamoni’s titties, baby. You want to, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at them. Go ahead, Sonamani, touch my titties.”
“Oh, Mamoni! Really? I… before he could finish speaking Sharmila grabbed his wrists and placed his sweaty hands on her breasts. She sucked in her breath and felt a fireball streak up her groin and explode in her heart.
“Right there”, with her son fondling her soft breast- flesh she was cumming again! “Oh, baby, play with Mamoni’s tits, please honey!” She mewed.
Soumya stared down at the soft globes in his hands. He couldn’t believe this! Finally, he had his respected and beautiful Mamoni’s boobs in his hands. He squeezed them gently and rubbed his thumbs across the taut nipples. Without thinking he bent his head down and took one eraser-sized nipple in his mouth. He mumbled his lips on it and began to suck at it gently.
“Oh, Baby, oh, Somu, that feels so good, honey. Suck Mamoni’s titties.” Sharmila moaned. Her son’s wet mouth sent tingling pleasure through her heated body. It was so good, better than she had dreamed. It seemed her baby was a natural at lovemaking. She clasped the back of his head in her hands, stroking her long fingers through his silky hair. “Baby, I want to touch you, honey. Do you want your Mamoni to touch you… down there?” Sharmila gasped as he moved to her other nipple and took it in his warm mouth.
“Mmm-hmm…” Soumya moaned in reply, ‘Oh my God’, he thought, ‘she’s gonna touch my dick! I hope I don’t cream off!’ He began to lash his tongue over his mother’s sensitive tit points feverishly. He loved the taste of them in his mouth.
Sharmila reached down and closed her fingers over the straining lump in his pants. She felt it, running her fingers over it and giving it a gentle squeeze. She could feel his prick tip and the gooey stain of pre-cum in the fabric. The boy moaned loudly with his mother’s tit in his mouth. He felt his senses burning, felt the onrush of his orgasm approaching, with reluctance he pushed her hand away and let her tit slip from his mouth.
“What is it, baby, did Mamoni hurt you?” Sharmila asked, alarmed at his sudden thrusting away of her grasping hand. Soumya leaned back; his eyes squinted shut as he willed his young cum back into his balls.
“N-no… no… it just… felt too good… I didn’t want to… you know…” Soumya stammered.
Sharmila giggled. “Oh! Yes, I know, darling. I forgot how young you are. Don’t worry baby, I won’t be mad if you do. But it’s good that you are learning a little control.’ Why don’t we go into my bedroom, honey, and get more comfortable.” She suggested.
Sharmila took a deep breath and hoisted herself up off the couch. She had to smile when she noticed the wet spot she had left on the cushion. “See what you do to me?” She asked, giggling and pointing to the moist stain.
“Wow,” Soumya said. He put his finger to the spot and rubbed the tip of it into the wet fabric. Then he brought it to his nose. He sniffed deeply at it. “Wow,” he sighed again.
Sharmila laughed,”You like?”
“Oh god, Mamoni, I love it!”
“Well, come on, let’s go get in bed. Then you can have more, a lot more!” She led the way.
Soumya stared at his celeb mother’s firm pear-shaped bubbling ass as she walked in front of him, swaying her hips like a slut for him. The boy could hear a faint squishing sound as she walked and realized his mother was wet… wet between her legs. He had heard about that, how women got juicy in their pussies when they got horny. He wondered what it felt like, smelled like, tasted like! His cock throbbed as he walked. He reached down, pulling at his pants, trying to free the rampant shaft from its uncomfortable position.
When they entered the bedroom Sharmila peeled down her panties and stepped out of it. Soumya gazed in awe at her shapely ass as she slipped the thin material down her white-complexioned fleshy legs. Then she turned and smiled warmly at him. “Well?” she said, raising her eyebrows, “How about you? I’m naked. Don’t you think you ought to be, too?”
Soumya was suddenly shy in front of her. He had never been naked in front of her with a hard cock. He wondered if she would be turned off by his leaking juices. “Well… it kinda is wet,” he blurted out, “I-I can’t help it. It always does that…”
Sharmila laughed softly. “I hope it is,” she said. “Don’t worry about it, dear. All boys get that way. Girls, too. Its nature’s way of helping us have better sex. Soumya grinned with relief written all over his pretty face.
“Okay, here goes,” he said and reached for his belt. He unbuckled it quickly and tore at the button of his pants. He unzipped and sighed as he felt the pressure being relieved on his rock-hard boy meat. Sharmila lay down on the bed, on her back and spread her legs, showing off her glistening cunt. Soumya slid his pants down quickly and kicked them off his feet. He wrestled his t-shirt off, revealing his slim, boyish chest.
Sharmila admired her child’s thin but muscular arms and the forming cups of his pectorals. His waist was so very slim and his bare tummy was flat, and just a tiny bit soft with traces of baby fat. He stood there, blushing down his chest in his little white briefs. They were tenting in front and a wet spot was growing where his little cockhead pressed the white fabric. Oh god, he was sweet! She thought. He grinned sheepishly at her and hooked his thumbs into the band of his underpants.
“Here goes,” he sighed. He pulled them down his slender thighs, so pale and creamy. His young hard-on bent down then snapped up, hard and free. It waved in the air like a miniature flagpole. It was so pretty, pale pink, the tiny moist head pushing out slightly purple from the glistening folds of his foreskin. Below it hung a lovely blackish sac, the size of an egg. Within the soft wrinkled skin two ovals the size of grapes weighed it down. His crotch was white, untouched by the sun. He looked down at himself, pouting a little.
“I-It’s not too small is it, Mamoni ?” Soumya asked, looking up at his famous mother, pleading for reassurance.
Sharmila licked her lips and gave him a beaming smile. “Oh no, baby. It’s very nice, just right for a boy your age. Now come over here and lie next to me. Let’s get to know each other’s bodies a little better.”
Soumya scrambled onto the bed; he stretched out on his side along side her. He put his hands up to her big soft boobs and began to fondle them again. As he did their lips met once more. As they kissed Sharmila encircled his waist with her soft arms and pulled him closer, until his slick little penis was rubbing on her smooth thigh.
As he fondled her tits and pressed his face close to hers she reached down and grasped his young hairless meat in her hand. Gently she stroked it. She went slowly, not wanting to make the boy cum off, but wanting to drive him crazy with pleasure. He moaned into her mouth and ran his hands all over her breasts. She loved his warm, sweaty hands roaming on her tits like that. She felt his boyish cock oozing slime into her hands. She broke the kiss and moved her lips to his soft ear.
“Oh, Somu sona, you’re doing so good. Mamoni likes the way you’re touching her. Do you like the way I’m touching you, honey?”
“Oh yes Mamoni ! I love it. It feels so nice.”
“Good, baby. Would you like to touch Mamoni’s cunt now?” “Yes, please Mamoni, can I?”
Sharmila didn’t answer her son. She simply grasped his hand and brought it down to her quivering, wet pussy. With shaking fingers he reached out and felt along the dripping slit.
“Ooooohhhh!’ he gasped. He opened his eyes and looked down. He could see his hand actually touching her, tickling her lovely pussy-lips. He could also see her slim fair hand grasping and squeezing on his cock. His mind seemed to be melting away. He couldn’t get over it, how he was actually touching his beautiful respected mother’s lovely, soft pussy with his own hands!
“You shaved it?” He blurted out suddenly.
“Yes I did. Do you like it that way?”
“Shit, Mamoni, I’d like it any way at all, but it looks so sexy, so naked and pretty…”
The famous Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury shivered at her son’s words. Se let go of his slim cock and rubbed the tips of her fingers over his soft pubes. She couldn’t feel a single hair there. It seemed so dirty, sexing around with her own kid, this young, so delightfully sinful! That it was her own son, the boy she had given birth to made her head reel! She didn’t know what was happening to her. This was wrong, by anyone’s moral compass in a Bengalee Family, but it was much to late to stop now. She let her fingers slide down to his naked balls and stroked over the wrinkled sac.
“Oh, Somu, you’re so sexy. I like how smooth you are, too, baby. “Fuck, Mamoni, what are we doin’?” Soumya said groaning a little as his mother’s fingers stimulated his kiddy- nuts.
“Going crazy ! I guess. Sit up here, honey, lean against the headboard and let your Mamoni do something nice for you”,
Soumya clambered into the desired position. His slender pink cock slapped his tummy wetly as he flopped back. Sharmila turned, twisting her body until her mouth hovered over her kid’s exposed crotch.
“Oh shit! I can’t fucking believe it!” Soumya thought, my respected Mamoni gonna suck my cock!”
Although he was acquainted with blowjobs through porn magazines, he never dreamed a full-grown woman like his beautiful famous Mamoni would ever come close to sucking his dick. He couldn’t believe his awesome luck!
Sharmila brushed back her long hair and gazed down at the beautiful sight of her son’s hairless hard-on. It stood up hard and juicing on his flat tummy, seven inches of pink flesh. Tiny blue veins traced around the length of it, just under the delicate skin. Her mouth salivated. God, how she wanted it! As her lips approached it and her warm breath rushed over it she saw it jump and a line of pre-cum gushed from the pouting piss-lips.
Soumya’s hands clutched at the sheets on either side of his nude body. He watched his mother moving closer and closer to the drooling head of his eager cock. His whole groin seemed to tingle with heat. His heart was pounding in his chest. Would she really do it?
Sharmila extended her tongue and licked at the slimy, purplish head. She could smell the same odor that his underwear had held but stronger. A slightly musty smell of pure boy crotch. She felt the boy tremble beneath her. He moaned loudly as she slid her tongue over his pert cockhead. She danced her tongue down the bulging tube underneath and then lapped it over his balls, washing them in her spit. He tasted so good, slightly salty and warm. His pre-cum tingled on her tongue. It was almost sweet and thinner than her husband. It made her pussy throb to taste it in her mouth.
Soumya was moaning, thrashing his head, his eyes rolling back in his head. His small fingers dug into the mattress and balled the sheet in his fists. His own mother, his gorgeous singer Mamoni was lapping over his dick and balls like some hungry bitch in heat! He bit his lower lip and peered down as his mother lifted her head and once more brought her lips to his penis-tip.
Sharmila could wait no longer. The taste and feel of her baby son’s pretty prick was driving her crazy with horny lust. She opened her lips and took the juicing head in. She closed her lips tightly around his rampant cock and slid them down the adorable shaft.
“Ohhhhhh……! Ahhhhh….! Mamoniiiii. …!!” Soumya squealed as he felt his mother’s warm mouth engulf his prick. He felt her tongue lapping all over it felt the pressure of her lips suctioning hard on it. It was too good! “OH… Shit, Mamoni ! Mamoni! I’m going to cum! I’m gonna…”
Soumya couldn’t stop the onrush of orgasm. He thought his mother would stop sucking him, but she just moaned and jammed her face down, until her hot lips were pressing into his hairless pubes. She even managed to let her tongue out and lap over the tops of his balls! Christ, she wanted it! Wanted her own little boy to shoot his boiling hot jizz in her mouth!
The crazy thought and the incredible sensations his mother was giving him shook him all over. He heaved up with his slim hips and let her have it! His sperm strings leapt from the tip of his prick and sprayed into her sucking mouth. Without thinking, he reached up with both hands and held the back of her head, clutching frantically and squealing with pure delight as he emptied his balls into his Goddess mother’s hot slimy mouth.
Sharmila felt and tasted her son’s throbbing cock shooting into her, filling her mouth with warm cream. God it was good! Like his pre-cum, it was thinner than her husband’s and sweeter, fresh and virginal. She gulped down the precious fluid as if her life depended on it. Her tongue tip gave his boy-berries another swipe then she took it back in and wrapped around the shooting shaft.
She felt her son’s hands on her head, pushing her down as he humped his naked hips up at her face. Oh, what a little Man he was! Taking control of the blowjob, forcing her to submit to his young desires! She reached down, clutching at her dripping cunt. Her thumb jammed into her cum-button. She orgasmed wildly, snorting and groaning around the cum-spewing prick in her mouth. She felt like such a whore, but she couldn’t help herself.
Her son’s pretty cock was feeding her the most delicious cum she had ever tasted! She held him deep in her mouth until the boy collapsed in exhaustion and his prick stopped shooting. Then she milked up the shaft with her lips, squeezing the last runny drops out of it. She let it from her lips and turned to look at his face. The kid was blissed out, his eyes mere slits, a sleepy but broad smile on his cute face, making his adorable dimples show.
“How was it, Somu sona?” She asked, licking her lips.
“Oh! Mamoni, it was wonderful… wonderful!!” he sighed. “Would you like to learn how to do that to a girl, now, honey?” She said, leaning back on her elbow and gazing into his face. “Yeah, sure, Of course I would!” Can I?” the boy said, his eyes popping open with new excitement.
Soumya’s young cock had never gone soft, and now it stood at attention, slick and shiny with spit and cum. He was horny all over again at the thought of finally getting to sample some of his mother’s dripping pussy. He had always wanted to try eating out a cunt, but of course had never had the opportunity. Now it was being presented to him on a golden plate. He lifted himself up and turned, getting on his hands and knees. He began to crawl down to his mother’s crotch but she stopped him.
With a sec, Sharmila said softly ,”Don’t just dive in, honey. You have to make a girl feel special, make her feel like a princess. Turn around dear and do exactly what I tell you…Tell me, baby, do you love me?”
“Oh Mamoni, amar sona Mamoni, you know very well, I do! You’re the most wonderful mother in the world! You’re so pretty, so sexy…, that’s why I always felt jealous on daddy.”
“Then kiss me, honey, Kiss your way down to my pussy. Take your time. Think only of how you’re making me feel. Show me how much you love my body, baby.”
Soumya leaned down and gently kissed his mother’s stiff nipples. He licked over them and over the soft flesh of her breasts. Then he moved down and began kissing over her ribs and down her soft belly. He loved the taste of her, loved the tenderness of her skin against his hot lips. He felt her trembling against him and his own cock throbbed in response. He began licking at her as he moved down, savoring her. He got down to the dimple of her navel and kissed it tenderly. He dipped the tip of his tongue into it and pressed his lips around it, suckling it.
Soumya heard his mother groan as he flicked his tongue into its depths. He was shivering with lust as he slowly moved down over the soft curve of her tummy. He looked up briefly to see her face. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her red lips twisted into a sweet smile. She put her hand to his head and gently stroked his curly hair.
“Oh, yes, Somu, honey, just like that!’ Sharmila breathed. Finally the boy had kissed his way down to the top of her opening. He lifted his head to gaze at it.
“Oh, Mamoni, your pussy is so pretty!” he moaned.
“Look at it, Baby. See my clitty?”
The child looked, He saw the protruding flesh, a tiny wet nubbin peeking from the top of her folds.
“Is this it?” He asked and bent to kiss the place.
“Oh my god! Yes! Ohhhh, yes, that’s it honey! Lick it for me, Somu, lick it softly for me.”
Soumya did as he was told. He lapped gently over it, and tasted his mother’s wetness. So nice, tangy and musky at the same time. He felt his mother shiver as he licked her most sensitive spot. Then he moved down, eager to taste more. He licked and kissed the parted, slick slit, smearing his lips with her cunt juices. He couldn’t help himself now. He dipped his tongue into her.
Oh, it was so good! Soumya pressed his face into his mother’s slimy pussy lips and lapped into the slick walls of her cunt. He relished the flavors he found there. His cock tapped his belly urgently. He felt like he was going to cum again. Eagerly he stuffed more of his face into her cunt, lapping and sucking at her like a bear cub after honey.
Sharmila Chowdhury, the great Bengalee singer gasped and moaned, her voice shaking as she felt the incredible sensations of her little boy eating out her wet cunt. She had always loved getting her pussy reamed. Once again it seemed that her only **yrs old son was proving himself a natural cunt-lapper. She looked down and the awesome sight of her little boy stuffing his face into her shaved pussy sent hot stabs of lust into her. Mewing like a kitten she spread her legs wider for him. She reached down and held the back of her son’s head.
Soumya was totally lost in eating his sexy mother’s hot, wet cunt. He twisted his head and sent his tongue in deep, fucking her with it. His prick jerked again and again and drooled a long filament of crystal slime down between his legs. He felt a fireball rising from his hairless nuts and racing up his throbbing boy-penis.
Without touching himself his slim cock lifted and spurted forth his fresh cum. Spurts of it flew out and draped over his mother’s smooth legs. He was so entranced in eating her out he hardly noticed it. He shook and twisted his lips between her pussy lips and sucked down his mother’s hot juices.
Sharmila saw and felt her boy’s prick juice spouting out, as if in tribute to her delicious cunt. It drove her over the edge again. She pushed his head into her and reared up, lifting her ass off the bed. With a squeal she came off, sending out a gush of juice that covered her son’s buried face.
When Soumya finally lifted his head his face was gleaming with it, from ear to ear. His eyes glittered with unquenched lust. He had never felt so turned on in his life! His cock simply refused to go down. His tummy rose and fell rapidly and his thin cum drooled in a long string form his slimy prick. He dove down into her again , rooting around in her sloppy cunt like a little pig. He pressed his face in, his nostrils bubbling in his mother’s hot sticky juice.
Sharmila let her little boy eat her out until she was tingling all over again. She was incredibly turned on to her boy and his youthful eagerness, his boyish stamina. Horny thrills swept through her as she watched her son wallow his sweet round cheeked face in her dripping cunt. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted her son to fuck her. She wanted him to put his juicy boy-cock up her and fuck her good and hard!
Soumya had his little tongue buried as far as it would go in his mother’s sweet pussy and was licking the slick walls. He gathered her juices into his mouth and gulped them down. He wanted to explore every inch of her. He lifted his head slightly and began licking around on the puffy lips.
He wiggled his tongue around on her piss-hole. It tasted slightly different there. He flicked his tongue-tip over it and heard his mother’s whines of pleasure. It made him feel wonderful to know he was pleasing her. He didn’t care a bit that this was the place she squirted her pee. It was beautiful, like the rest of her. As he licked at it he felt it squeezing out a drop or two.
Oh! My God ! that was his mother’s piss! Her actual womanly piss! Hanif had told him about watersports and it had grossed him out to hear of it. But he was so turned on that anything from his mother’s sweet cunt seemed rare and precious. He let the drops streak over his tongue, tasting them.
Not bad! Soumya thought. He licked at the tiny opening again and was rewarded by a few more tiny drops. He smacked his lips and swallowed. Warm and tangy, salty and tingly. His slim rod jumped at the thought of drinking down his mother’s pee. He suddenly wished she would just let it all go and flood his mouth with it!
But, Sharmila never go for that, would she? She might think he was some kind of pervert and stop doing what she was doing with him. He sighed a little, his warm breath rushing over her tender groin. He lifted his head to see how she was reacting. She was gazing down at him, her lovely lips parted, her eyes glassy. She was blotchy and sweaty, but it looked good to him.
Soumya could tell his dearest Mamoni was in a deep heat. He saw a flicker of hot flame in her eyes and watched her as she caressed her tits, squeezing the nipples and rubbing the palms of her hands around on them. She was such a slut now, not just his respected mother anymore but a beautiful sexual animal like he was.
He reached down and squeezed his vibrating cock, gasping. He looked into her eyes as he pinched his dick. “Mamoni, I… I want to fuck you! I’ve just gotta! I want to feel that, please? Please Mamoni… I’ll die if I can’t!” Soumya prayed.
Sharmila giggled,”Oh yes, Sonamani, of course! I want it too. Get up here and fuck me, baby! Oh, I’m so happy I get to be your first fuck! Hurry, baby, hurry! Your Mamoni needs you in her soaking pussy !”
Soumya jumped up, his heart racing, his cock pounding. He straddled his mother’s larger body and wiped the juices off his face with the back of his hand. He stared down at her. It was really true! He was going to fuck a real woman for the first time. Not that it was the first time he had fucked.
The naked boy climbed into his mother’s arms his pre-teen prick rubbing a line of drool up her belly. Sharmila spread her legs around his thin hips and hugged him close. They kissed passionately, rubbing lips, tangling tongues, twisting their heads and rubbing all the skin they could reach with hot hands. Soumya felt his cock slide down between his mother’s legs and rub into her moist slit. He humped forwards but was unable to find the opening. His cock bent to the side painfully. He grunted in pain.
“Here, let Mamoni help,” Sharmila whispered. She reached down and grabbed her son’s pulsing cock in her fingers. Oh, it was so nice. Hard as stone but soft skinned. She bent it down to the entrance of her cunt-tunnel and pressed it into her. She heard her son sigh with pleasure. He pushed his hips towards hers as he realized his prick was now inside her.
“Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! God that feels so good!” Soumya whimpered, as he slid it through his mother’s warm wet tissues. He never thought it would feel this good. It beat anything he had dreamt of. Her cunt was alive, sucking at him, making his prick tingle all over. It was so wet and hot, so soft and yet it clung to his shaft like it was holding on for dear life to him. It was like wet velvet clinging to his achingly hard prick. He pushed his skinny hips and sank into her to the balls.
“Ahhhhh…” He sighed. He covered his mother’s mouth with his own and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. His mother responded by sucking his tongue like it was a cock. He lifted his pelvis and then thrust into her again. His prick rubbed around on the walls of her pussy. He gasped into her mouth and rubbed his bare pubes against hers. Oh! Bhagaban! , it was good!
Sharmila was more turned on than she had been in years. She whimpered in his ear and lifted her womanly hips to meet his thrusts. Her little boy’s fuck-rod tickled her pussy delightfully. She gasped and moaned in mind-melting lust as she felt him begin to fuck in and out of her.
“Ohhh… That’s right, baby, fuck me! Fuck me! Do it as hard as you like! Mamoni wants it! Do it Sonamani, fuck me!!,” She brought her hands down and placed them on his butt and caressed it almost roughly, kneading into the firm flesh of his ass-globes.
Soumya groaned loudly and bounced his groin against his mother. His balls slapped the bottom of his mother’s slit and became coated with hot cunt- slop. His mother’s hands roamed up his skinny, sweaty back and then she ran them down his rigid arms.
“Bhagaban ! Oh, Maa Kali !” Sharmila squealed as her kid drove into her to the balls time and time again. Mindlessly she wrapped her long legs around her son’s thin hips and pulled him tightly to her.
Soumya was panting and moaning and thrusting for all he was worth. He didn’t think of her as his mother any more, she was a slut, a slut for him to fuck, just as much as he wanted, just as hard as he wished, He put his strong young back into it slamming her harder and harder, trying with each thrust to bury himself as deep as he could.
His cock seemed to burn red hot with the friction, but just as he thought it was too hot to bear he felt his mother’s cunt gush forth more slick fuck juices. His arms began to tremble with the strain and he let go, falling upon his mother, spiking her full with his pre-teen prick. He reached up and grabbed his mother’s tits desperately. He dropped his face into them and wildly kissed and sucked at them.
Sharmila thrashed her head back and forth, nearly screaming with dirty pleasure. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. She humped at her son’s digging cock like a madwoman. Multiple orgasms ripped through her, one after the other, leaving her breathless. She soaked the sheets with her gushing juices, felt it running down her ass. She never wanted this to end. She loved having her strong little man fuck her like this.
Soumya was glad now that he had cum off. He knew he wanted this to last and last. He humped his mother’s cunt, wishing he could drive his whole young body into her, just sink in and be engulfed in her hungry, sucking cunt. The wild thought drove him on. He began to swirl his hips and stir his cock around in his mother’s sloppy cunt hole. He wanted to feel it all on his throbbing dick.
Suddenly Sharmila was wrapping her arms around her son’s skinny torso. She turned, taking him with her. She twisted him around until her son was under her and she was sitting on his groin.
Soumya just let it happen. He flopped onto his back and spread his arms and legs loosely. He looked up at his mother grinning. Her big boobs hung in his face. He grabbed one in his hand and brought the nipple to his lips. He began to suck at it like a baby as his mother began to hump his cock.
Sharmila made little mewing noises as he switched from one nipple to the other and back again. She drove her hips down and lifted them, panting and squealing with hot lusty pleasure. “How do you like it, baby? How do you like your first fuck?”
“Oh, Mamoni ! It’s fucking fantastic! Harder, Ohhh! my Khankichudi Beshya Mamoni, aro jore thap de re Rendi Magi,” Soumya hissed, uttering bengali raw obscene words. He ran his hands up and down her creamy thighs and then up her belly and then grasped her breasts again.
Now it was Sharmila’s turn to work her hips. She twirled them about and ground her son’s hard prick into her cunt. Every time she drove down on him she felt his wet nuts rub into the crack of her ass. She felt like a whore, a slutty, dirty whore and she loved it! Another powerful climax shook her. As she came she threw back her head and howled like a bitch dog. She reached down to grasp her son’s puffy little nipples in her fingers. She rubbed and pinched them, causing the boy to cry out in shocked pleasure.
Soumya’s eyes popped open and his chin dropped as he felt the zapping sensations of pain and pleasure in his chest. It seemed that his tits were connected to his cock with live wires that shot hot electric thrills through his slender frame. He bucked up with his hips and cried out, his voice high and girlish. His head dropped to the pillow and his face contorted into a primitive mask of trancelike ecstasy.
His cock reared up inside his mother’s hot sucking cunt and shot. Hot streams of kiddy cum pissed out of the tiny pee-hole, splashing like a little geyser, bathing his cock in warmth. He gasped and sobbed, shaken beyond any emotion he had ever had. His heart pounded and his body seemed to ring like a huge bell. He was crying like a baby, but from pleasure and joy like he had never known.
His eyes closed and he saw only misty red on which he seemed to float endlessly. He heard his mother dimly as she wailed out in the throes of her own rocking climax. His mother rammed her cunt down and amazingly he felt his nuts slide into her. Her cunt engulfed his whole package. His cock throbbed out another series of strong shots into her as his balls soaked in her hot body.
Not long after they lay exhausted in each other’s arms. Soumya’s cock finally went limp and slithered from her, leaving a trail of pussy slime and boy-cum stringing over his thin thighs. They held each other tightly and lazily kissed until they both drifted into a dreamless slumber.
End of Ch 2
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