Without thinking the renowned Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury shoved a finger deeply up herself. Using her thumb to rub her clit furiously, she trembled all over, mewing and gasping, and came. Her orgasm rocked her from head to foot. She thought about her own baby son doing those things with her and warm juices gushed from her opening and coated her hand.
“Oh, Somu! My dear Somu sona!” Sharmila cried out, using her favorite pet name for her young boy. Suddenly she knew what she wanted. It didn’t matter if it were right or wrong. She wanted to suck his baby cock, to feel it up her cunt. To have him sucking her titties like a baby and fucking the shit out of her! She gasped as another hot climax rushed on the heels of the first. She writhed on the bed, her maxi falling open to reveal her still slender and shapely body.
Sharmila Chowdhury jammed another finger up her cunt franticly and sawed them in and out, lost in the thrilling and forbidden sensations. Oh, she was cumming on her son’s bed, she could smell him in the room still, the enticing and yet familiar odor of him. She fell back on the narrow bed her legs wide open and thrashed her head about, her face a mask of orgasmic lust.
She arched her back and fingered herself shamelessly and came and came. Finally, she fell back exhausted. As she drifted a little with the pink pleasure of her orgasm flowing from her, she thought of how she could make her dreams come true, how she could seduce her precious baby son and show him what a good time he could have with his Mamoni.
Upon closer examination of the pictures, Sharmila noticed how in every case the film-actres’s cunt was shaved. Either she had no hair, or just a narrow fuzzy strip. She thought that her son might be into this, might prefer shaved pussies to look at.
And at that moment the face of Soumya’s friend ( Hanif ) came to her mind, another cute baby boy. The boy was doubtful to her. He came from a large and very rich family on the other side of town. Although he was polite, to her and her husband, he had a reputation for being a wild boy.
And Sharmila was sure he was trying to undress her with his lustful eyes when he was around her. He was always staring at her tits. When she had caught him at it he hadn’t seemed the least embarrassed. He just grinned sheepishly and had turned to follow his friend to Soumya’s room. Little wolf! She was confirmed that Hanif was probably the one who had given her innocent son the porn magazines.
Sharmila thought of herself as worldly in matters of sex and she was no prude, far from it. She didn’t mind the kid’s interest in her body, rather she enjoyed it but she still thought it a bit… impertinent… somewhat precocious. If she knew the truth about the kid she would have been deeply, deeply shocked. She had no idea… She had no way of knowing at that moment, that the last magazine, with its graphic, perverted images were pictures of young Hanif Ali Khan’s own family!
Next day when Sharmila’s son was out with his father for some urgent repairings of the house, she again walked over and knelt before her son’s bed and reached under the mattress, searching for his porn stash. She wanted to read that dirty incest story again about the celeb mother and her son. She dragged out the magazines and book and spread them out on the bed. The magazine on top caught her attention.