But still, as Sharmila looked at his body and his thick cock thrusting from his bristling groin she felt her pussy tingle. As she turned the pages she came upon one that she hadn’t noticed before. The cute elder boy Hafiz Ali Khan was on his knees and his mother Parveen Khatun was standing over him. The kid’s cock was standing up as hard as a poker. His face was up to his mother’s pussy. Her eyes zeroed in on her cunt.
Parveen Khatun was pissing! Pissing right in her elder son’s  open mouth! His cheeks were streaked with drops of her yellow urine. Parveen’s husband was squatting just behind the boy, his hands caressing the kid’s sides, smiling and seemingly encouraging the kid to drink his mother’s precious urine.
Sharmila clutched her own pussy. She was moistening down there, she noticed. She stared at that filthy image and before she knew it she was fingering herself. The hot picture was turning her on. She looked down at the boy’s erection. It looked so hard and Sharmila’s mouth watered for it. She desperately wished that she and her son Soumya were doing the same thing. She had no idea, doubted even that her son would do such a thing. But if the son was anything like the father…
Sharmila almost doubled over with a pre-orgasmic shudder. Oh! Maa Kali, she thought, I’m so fucking horny! I just have to cum! She diddled at her clit and shoved a finger up her slippery cunt-chute. She spread her knees and masturbated herself shamelessly as she stared at the obscene picture. She was so caught up in playing with her pussy that at first she didn’t hear the doorbell ringing. When she did register it she ripped her fingers out of her cunt and looked around wildly. Recovering a little she rose and wrapped the saree around her tightly.
She smelt her pussy juice on her fingers and quickly licked the fingers to clean them. She hurried to the front door and opened it a crack. She peered through the crack of the door and saw that it was Soumya’s friend, little Hanif Ali Khan. What a strange coincidence! As usual the little wolf’s eyes went straight to her tits. He grinned and looked up at her after taking in her whole body.
“Soumya here aunty ?” He asked and bending forward he touched Sharmila’s feet. She blessed him and replied, “No…Hanif beta, no he’s not. He and his father have gone to the market to collect some household equipments.” Her head refused to clear from its sex-fog. She shook it a little, her silky hair falling in her eyes. She brushed back a handful and looked at him. Actually the boy wasn’t bad looking at all. A little smaller and thinner ( four feet and 35 kgs ) than her son, but all in all a cute kid for a **year-old. Her mind flashed on the image of the boy’s older brother, drinking pee from his mother’s hairy cunt.
“Ohh aunty, apni thik achen to?” The boy said, looking at her with a worried expression. “I hope I didn’t bother you.”
“Oh, no, not at all Hanif . I’m fine, really. I was just… doing my exercises… and I guess I’m a little winded. I’m sorry.” Sharmila stammered.