“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?