It was another one with the Matured women and the young boys. The cover showed a boy’s cock, in close-up, fucking into a woman’s open cunt. Sharmila felt a longing for boy-cock as she stared at the hot image. She turned the cover and started to look through it. Her eyes lit on a shot of the boy between the woman’s legs, his little cock driving into her.
Sharmila suddenly realized that the woman looked familiar to her. She knew that face. Who could it be? It came to her. Her mouth dropped open in shock. It was the Ali Khan boy’s mother! The famous TV serial actress! That was unmistakably Parveen Khatun lying on that bed with her elder son’s cock in her open twat! That slut! She thought. She’d always thought Parveen Khatun was a really nice sober woman.
Although Parveen Khatun was a famous actress in TV serial, she was unable to acquire any major role in cinema. She has to be satisfied by small roles of sister, sister-in-law or as a heroine’s friend in big-buget cinemas.
Sharmila herself a big fan of her acting, didn’t miss any episode of her superhit bengali serial “Bhagni Nibedita”. She turned the page, her cheeks burning. She got another shock when she realized the man in the magazine was her husband Mansoor Ali Khan.
Oh! my God, they are such dirty perverts! How could they do such things among themselves? Father, Mother and Son together! And in a hardcore porn film! It’s may not be a matter of fact in European countries, but in Bengal! Actually so-called old cultural values are now destroyed through easy availability of porn in mobile. A large no. of women in Bengal as well as in India of high society were now involved in hardcore porn film.  Sharmila thought all and immersed into turmoil. And above all how could her innocent baby son acquired this nasty magazines.
Now Sharmila was sure that her son had gotten it from either them or the boy. She felt so angry. But then it hit her. Why did she feel that way? After all, wasn’t she herself was dreaming the same vulgar thing? She flushed with embarrassment and felt entirely mixed up.
She continued to flip through the pages, shaking her head as she viewed them. Now she could clearly recognise that the kid was none other than Hanif Ali Khan’s older brother Hafiz Ali Khan. She knew the kid slightly. He was a little hoodlum and would be about **yrs now, student of only class-ix, and running wild on the streets.
Sharmila looked more closely at the adult couple. She had to admit that Parveen Khatun looked really good, despite the two kids. She was short and that in itself made her look more youthful. But she also had great skin, her huge boobs were getting a bit saggy, which increased her sexiness.
Mansoor was actually kind of sexy. He was like a trim bear, a little stocky like his wife but not fat, not really. The guy was a bit too… lecherous for her taste. He was always making suggestive jokes in mixed company. It bothered her, but she pretended to laugh it off. He always stared at her boobs, too, just like her two impertinent sons.