Before starting the 3rd chapter of this story ! ( actually fact ) please have a brief look on the characters. Read prev story Two Aristocratic Bengalee Families. In Chowdhury Family the members are Sharmila(Singer), husband Samaresh(Bank Manager) & son Soumya(Student) where as in Khan Family the members are Parveen(TV serial actress), husband Mansoor (Cameraman) and two Sons (Student) Hafiz & Hanif. In this episode another character Rukshana Begum ( Parveen’s Authoress widow mother ) enters.
Rukshana Begum was shocked to discover some porn stash and old bengali porn-story books ( Jeevan Jouban, Madhuraat, Sundar Jeevan etc.) under her elder grandson’s mattress just like Sharmila Chowdhury. But later she became tremendously stunned when she realized that her daughter, son-in-law and grandson all were involved in porn-films. She was aware that few members of so-called conservative high society in West Bengal as well as some TV serial actresses and bgrade Tollygunge film-actressess were also attached in porn world and a racket was operating it with strict secrecy.
Although her daughter was a famous TV serial actress, her income wasn’t sufficient to maintain her luxurious lifestyle. At first she couldn’t accustomed with her daughter’s nasty profession. But being a highly educated and modern minded woman, she couldn’t be mad as her own starving pussy was throbbing with the observation of the sizzling pictures.
Being a well-known and several prize owning authoress, she was compelled to maintain a sober lifestyle and restrained her carnal desires. The raw bengali porn stories with vulger dialogues and the hardcore bengali and south-indian porn pictures awakened her one month’s sleeping sexual hunger. After her husband’s death ( one month ago ) she had to quench her suppressed itching of horny cunt with brinjal, cucumber, banana etc.
With continuous pleadings from her daughter and son-in-law, and also being alone she decided to spend her remaining life with them. Hanif’s admission in a english medium convent was recently completed and he was transferred to the boarding house. Both Sharmila and Hanif became depressed for departing from one another. At that time Sharmila’s evil look fell on Hanif’s elder brother, but she couldn’t progress due to Rukshana’s arrival.
However in this juncture Sharmila’s husband was entangled with a corruption in his bank in which he was arrested by the police. But the Khan Family extended their hands, both economically and legally and extricated him from all illegal charges. This incident created a friendly bond between these two families, Sharmila and Rukshana were now like two sisters/ bosom friends, same was for the other members.
Rukshana Begum now treated Sharmila as her 2nd daughter where as like Hafiz and Hanif ; Soumya also respected this matured great woman as his heavenly grand-mother. Although she lost her dearest husband just one month ago; the love, affection, respect she received from the members of the two families, she felt herself as the most happiest and fortunate woman in the world.
However in this graceful moment when her elder grandson was absorbed in the school for film-direction training ( like his father he also wanted to be a film-director cum Cameraman ), Rukshana spent her daytime by watching her daughter’s or of south-indian bgrade film-actress’s porn-movies, magazines or by reading bengali porn-stories in begali-chotikahini.
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Threesome experience with the Muslim kid Hanif and her husband totally changed Sharmila Chowdhury’s mentality about sexual enjoyment. Moreover the explicit hardcore porn-films of Parveen Khatun with her husband Mansoor and her elder preteen son Hafiz revolutionised her feelings about traditional sex, which convinced her to commit incestuous fucking with her son Soumya.
Her husband Samaresh Chowdhury was also aware of her conservative minded wife’s changes and he became tremendously excited witnessing her wife’s fucking with their son. Not only that, he involved himself numerous threesome fuck sessions with his son Soumya and his wife Sharmila.
Soumya had been fucking his famous singer mother for almost a year when he turned **yrs old. There was little he hadn’t experienced and enjoyed with his respected mother and father. Sharmila Chowdhury became his willing play thing and would do just about anything he asked her to do.
Samaresh loved watching the two of them together and they frequently all occupied the same bed. There was little Soumya hadn’t had the chance to experience. He and his father had also dp’ed Sharmila on various occasions. She had given her son blow jobs in the back of their private car as they drove on the highway for her recording of songs. Her son had fucked her in every room of the house.
Sharmila loved sucking her son’s baby cock whenever and wherever he wanted her to, including out on their home’s backside ( garden ). They had showered together with warm urine and given each other golden showers. She loved sex but she also loved most water sports.
But so far, the water sports activities had been confined mainly to the house, nothing in public. Then one Saturday they decided to drive to the Alipore Zoo ( Kolkaka ). On that day, she wore a cotton printed Salwar-Kamiz, a dupatta on her breasts, the kamiz ( short-sized, one type of Kurti ) was tied under her tits, with no bra, no panties, and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
During the drive to the zoo, about an hour and a half from home, Sharmila and her son were in the back of the car having all kinds of fun including him eating her pussy to two good orgasms.
By the time they got to the zoo all of them, included Samaresh, were incredibly horny. It took a few moments for Soumya and Samaresh to lose their hard-ons, so they wouldn’t be walking around with tents in their crotches. They spent several hours touring the zoo. Every chance Sharmila got, she exhibited her body in unobtrusive ways as they didn’t want to get arrested.
She unbuttoned some of her front-opened kamiz’s buttons and siding the Dupatta, she was flashing her tits. She’d bend over to pick up something from the ground and knew that her husband and son could see her pussy from her thin see-through salwar.
Soumya and his father took every opportunity to fondle Sharmila’s ass and tits and she to feel their cocks. Soumya told his mother how horny he was and she had replied that she was equally horny and hoped they would have some fun on the way home in the car. She also promised her husband and son that they were going to get a wild fuck from her once they were back at the house.
At one point, they were the only ones in front of a viewing window, so Sharmila flashed her tits at the chimpanzees behind the glass. They were pretty sure that the animals had no idea what they had just seen. They walked out of the primate house and headed for the exit and were almost back at the car when Sharmil said that she had to pee.
They looked around for bushes or darkened corners but didn’t see one and at that moment the zoo authority also wouldn’t let her back in to use the washroom.
Sharmila was really squirming and her son jokingly said, “Mamoni, why don’t you piss right here?” She looked at him with a smile, “Really, you want me to piss right here?” He nodded.
“You want me to pull my Salwar down and squat down or just stand here and piss in my Salwar?” Sharmila queried and noticed that her son’s cock was starting to harden as was her husband.
“I’ve seen you pissing but never have seen you piss in your saree or Salwar. Would you just stand there and piss, it’d be fun watching you?” Sharmila was smiling at her son’s request, she looked around and pinched her nipples through her Kamiz.
“I will on one condition.”
“What?”
“That you have to eat my pussy on the way home.”
“Ok, Deal!”
Samaresh had unlocked the car and opened the sliding door. He was grinning like a cat and rubbing his hard dick. Sharmila stood between their car and the car parked next to them and then sat down on the floor of the car.
“Don’t want to get these all pissy now, do we?” She stood up, looked around and then lifting her Kamiz she squatted down, so she could pee. However not only her husband, her son also hadn’t noticed two young men walking towards them but she had.
“GOD, I HAVE GOT TO PEE AND PEE NOW!” Her loud comment got the men’s attention and, as it turned out, it was their car they were parked next to. Both of them stopped walking, stood between the two cars and grinned at Sharmila.
She grinned back at them and then they all saw the crotch of her Salwar was getting wet and the piss flowing down her legs onto the ground.
“Oh, that feels soooo good!” Hissss. …see. …..suuuuu……with a whistling sound the piss flowed down her legs for about a minute, “Oh yes, I needed that, I feel much better now! I was really hurting and just had to pee right here. Did you guys like my pissing show and sound ?”
Both of the young men smiled and nodded their heads. Sharmila lifted her dupatta from her Kamiz and flashed her tits at the young men. Then Soumya shocked the crap out of both his parents and the two young men when he said, “Here Mamoni, some paper towels to wipe your pussy dry!”
The look of shock on the men’s faces said it all! Sharmila took the paper towels and patted her soaked Salwar’s legs dry. She used several and then walked over to a trash can and threw them away. The wetness of her piss soaked thin Salwar was visible to anyone who looked her way.
Once between the two cars, Sharmila lifted the bottom of her Kamiz and again flashed her tits at the two young men, “You guys take care now!” She then climbed into the car and sat in the back next to her son. He had placed his handkerchief on the seat for his dearest Mamoni to sit on so the seat wouldn’t get soaked by her pissy salwar. Then he reached over and cupped her tits while squeezing her nipple much to the shock and delight of the two strangers who were still watching their lewd activities.
Samaresh nodded to them as they stood there with shocked looks on the faces, got in the driver’s seat and drove away.
“I can’t believe you did that to me, your own mother, telling those two that I was your Mamoni and I had just taken a piss in front of you, then you had the nerve to play with my tits in front of them, geez you are getting cheeky.”
Sharmila and her kid son started laughing and her husband had to join in with them. As she laughed, she lifted her hips up and pulled her wet Salwar off.
“Now your part of the deal!” As Soumya had already tasted his mother’s urine on a number of occasions and she had, several times, squatted over his face and pissed right into his open mouth, so for him to lick her pissy pussy was no big dea.
Soumya knelt on the floor in front of his mother on the car’s floor, they had taken the middle set of seats out of the car so they had more room, she spread her legs and he began to eat her. He reached under her Kamiz and fondled her tits, pinching her nipples and massaging her breasts. It was only a few moments before she came hard on her son’s tongue.
As he sat back on his heels he smiled at her, “Maybe the next time you have to pee, you could have my dick in your pussy and then pee in me.”
She looked at him, “You sure you want to try that?”
He nodded. “I will if you will Mamoni !”
“Deal!”
“But you know Mamoni, you are kind of unbalanced.”
“What do you mean by ‘unbalanced’?”
“Well your bottom is all wet and your top is all dry, see, unbalanced.”
“Are you suggesting that I get my Kamiz all wet so I am ‘balanced’?” With his mother’s grinning Soumya smiled and nodded.
“And how would you wet my Kamiz, as if I didn’t know?”
“Daddy, can you find a back country road?”
Samaresh had been listening to the entire conversation and had a good idea what his son was wanting to do. In fairly short order, they were driving down a country road and then he spied a place to pull off the road. He parked the Innova car, got out and then opened the sliding door. His dick was already hanging out of his pants.
“You too?” Samaresh nodded and she playfully rolled her eyes, “Yep, like son like father, both of you are nasty pervert.”
Sharmila and her son had gotten out of the car and Soumya had pulled his cock out. “Daddy, you want to do this together? You take Mamoni’s left tit and I’ll take her right one, okay?”
Sharmila knelt down on some grass and they stood in front of her. Both of them aimed their dicks at her tits and then they started to urinate on her. Her Kamiz/Kurti quickly became transparent with the urine splashing and her hard nipples were plainly visible. She cupped her tits and pinched her nipples as her husband and son continued to urinate on her boobs.
“In my mouth, do it in my mouth!” Soumya and his father adjusted their aim and the great Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury then had two hot piss streams flooding her mouth. The piss flowed out over her lips and continued to drench her Kamiz and further soaked her Salwar. Finally they were both pissed out and their streams stopped.
Sharmila leaned forward, pulled her husband and son toward her so their cocks were side by side and she sucked both of them into her mouth. She sucked the few remaining salty drops of piss from them and then stood up.
“Well, I guess I am ‘balanced’ now aren’t I?” Sharmila giggled.
Just then a car whizzed by.
“I guess we better get on home, huh?” Samaresh said.
Sharmila and son nodded, climbed into the back and her husband closed the door. Samaresh got in the driver’s seat and they headed for home. The rest of the drive home was pretty uneventful although Sharmila did flash a couple of truck drivers. When they got home, Sharmila slowly walked from the car into the garage hoping their neighbor might be looking. He wasn’t so, they all went in and she went up to take a shower and get into some dry clothes.
Later that evening, they were sitting on the sofa watching a religious film “Baba Taraknath”, Sharmila in a maxi and her husband and son were naked when she announced that she had to pee. Soumya stood up, his dick was already starting to harden, he took his mother’s hand to help her stand, and they walked out to the backyard garden. She told him to lay down and she straddled his hips. She squatted down and guided his cock into her pussy.
“You’re sure you want me to do this?” Soumya grinned at his mother and nodded his head. Sharmila relaxed and then her piss began with a hisssssing sound to flood her son’s crotch. After several seconds, Soumya wiggled his finger at her indicating he wanted his great Mamoni to piss on his chest.
Sharmila kind of waddled forward a bit and her stream of hot, the sound of pissing was changed, seeeee. .iiiiiii…soooooo. …., yellow pee traveled over his stomach and then onto his chest. Once his chest was soaked, he wiggled his finger again, immediately pissing sound converted in a siren and she moved slightly so her piss was flowing on to his face.
Soumya opened his mouth and managed to catch the last few tangy drops of his respected mother’s hot urine in his mouth. He licked his lips and smiled. “Mmmmm, that was so good and tasty!”
He stood up and his mother took her son’s hand, entered the drawing room again as she looked at her husband, “We’re going to take a shower together. Be back in a bit!” As she walked by her husband, he squeezed the cheeks of her ass, “You two have fun!”
They were in the shower for more than thirty minutes before they rejoined on the drawing room. They were both naked and carrying something cold to drink. He put his soda down on the table and, after she had taken several sips, Sharmila put her glass of wine down as well. Soumya stood behind her, put his hands around her waist and he began to grind his dick against her ass.
“Well, so far today, he has watched me piss my Salwar, he has pissed on my tits, he has eaten me to one hell of a fine orgasm, I have sucked his cock for him, and just now he had me piss on him. About the only thing he hasn’t done is fuck me in the pussy and the ass.” While Sharmila was talking his hands had cupped her tits, pinched her nipples and with one hand he was playing with her pussy and his other was busy with her tits again.
She looked over her shoulder at her loving son, “I take it your horny, right?” He grinned and nodded so she looked at her husband, “Which do you want to watch him do, fuck my pussy or fuck me in the ass?”
Behind her back Soumya was grinning and holding up a tube of Jelly. “Hmmmm, when we go to bed I want both of us to have a chance to fuck your pussy, so why don’t you let him screw your asshole for me?” Samaresh said.
Sharmila reached between her legs and grabbed her son’s cock. She was laughing, “Did you bring down a tube of jelly? Did you just bamboozle me? You are gonna pay baby and pay big.”
Samaresh told his wife that he wanted her to stand up, bend over, hold the railing of the sofa and let Soumya fuck her in the ass. That way Samaresh would be able to watch as their son’s cock slipped in and out of her asshole. Sharmila assumed the position while her son greased up his cock and then his mother’s brown asshole. He stood behind her, rubbed the head of his dick up and down her ass crack several times and then pressed the head of his dick against her asshole.
“You ready Mamoni ?” Soumya asked.
“More than ready honey, more than ready. Fuck your Mamoni’s ass!” Sharmila hissed.
The baby-kid of class-viii leaned forward and grasped his cock to line it up with his great mother’s crinkled asshole. Sharmila pushed her ass back and gasped slightly at the initial contact of the head of her son’s cock against her puckered asshole. Soumya pushed forward, holding his dick so it wouldn’t slip and then Samaresh saw his son’s cockhead enter his wife’s asshole.
Sharmila moaned, “Oh baby that feels so good. Go slow but get your cock all of the way into my ass.” Soumya continued pushing until his entire seven and a half inches of boy cock was buried inside his holy mother.
Samaresh reached up between them and stroked his wife’s pussy, pressing his thumb on her clit and slipped two fingers into her cunt. With his other hand, he reached between his kid’s legs so he could fondle his hairless smooth balls. His own cock was stiff and already dripping pre-cum and he could see his wife’s hard nipples rubbing against the railing of the sofa, exciting her even more.
Soumya fucked his mother’s ass slowly at first but as he got more and more excited, his thrusts increased in speed and intensity.
“I love your cock in my ass, god it feels so good, fuck your Mamoni’s ass and fuck it good!” Obeying his famous mother’s command, Soumya pounded his dick into her ass, grasping her hips and pulling her back against him with each thrust.
Samaresh could feel his son’s balls tightening and knew he was going to fill his wife’s bowels with his hot boy cum. “Ohhhhhh. …….Gudmarani Khankichudi Mamoniiiii. …, I’m cumming, oh yeah, here it comes, damn this feels so good, Ahhhhh. … dad, squeeze my balls, oh, oh, oh… yessssssssss!” Soumya held his cock deep in his mother’s ass as his darling Mamoni enjoyed her own orgasm from his cock and her husband’s fingers.
Samaresh slowly slipped his fingers from his wife’s pussy as her ass squeezed their son’s cock out of her asshole. He knelt up and sucked his son’s cum coated cock into his mouth, licking him clean and feeling him getting hard again.
“What about me, don’t I get a little cleaning too,” Sharmila giggled? Immediately Samaresh knelt beside his wife and watched as his son licked his mother’s ass crack, scooping up some of his own cum that was leaking out of her asshole. He turned to face his mother, showed her the cum and then he swallowed it. Soumya grinned and used his tongue on his mother’s asshole to taste the mixture of his cum and his mother’s sticky brown liquid leaking out from her asshole.
Samaresh and his son alternated like that for several minutes until there was no more cum to be had. Sharmila straightened up and turned to look down at the two of them.
“You guys are wonderfully perverted. I can’t wait to get you into bed and feel both of you fucking me! I wonder what those two young men are doing right now!” Sharmila smiled.
Soumya laughed, “Probably trying to figure out how to get the famous Bengalee singer to piss their pants, you suppose?”
They all got up and sat down so they could finish their drinks. “Did you really like watching me wet myself in front of those two?” Sharmila questioned.
“Oh yeah mom, it was incredible. I was hard the whole time watching you. Now the same question for you. Did you like doing that?”
“Your dad will tell you that I’ve always been an exhibitionist. I love having other people looking at me and lusting after my body, the same way you look at me all the time, I might add. Your grandfather also lusting after me to do it till now but I haven’t the courage to move forward. And as you have already found out, your dad loves to have me show off my body. So the fact that those guys were watching was a real turn on, the fact that I was pissing in my pants was a turn on, the fact that you and your daddy were watching was a turn on and the idea that you were going to lick my urine-soaked pussy was a definite turn on for me. So yeah, without a doubt I liked doing that and would do it again in a heartbeat.”
And the great Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury did, quite a few times. Sometimes she was very daring. Once she was wearing a very costly light-red Benarasi Saree and the three of them were in a restaurant. Soumya was sitting beside his mother and his father was sitting across from them. She whispered that she had to pee and that she was going to pee right there in the restaurant.
Soumya put his hand under his mother’s ass and felt her Saree starting to get wet. He grinned at his father and told him that she was really pissing. Sharmila smiled as she urinates and when she has fully emptied her bladder, so her husband knew she was finished. They sat there for several more minutes before all got up. There was a yellow puddle on the seat.
They then walked out of the restaurant. The back-side of her Benarasi Saree was dark red and it was obvious to anyone who looked that her butt was wet.
End of Ch 3 ( Continued to Ch 4 )
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