Parveen snaked her tongue out and licked up the cum off her chin. Her son’s cum tasted so good! She looked down at her arm and slowly, with one long lick, she scooped up her sons’ load he left on her arm with her tongue. She kept it on her tongue and looked at it in the mirror. Then she slowly swallowed it. She licked clean her fingers then went to her other son’s room, she couldn’t wait to see how much he would cum for her, how much he would cum for his Ammi and she couldn’t wait to taste his cum too.
Hanif was lying on his bed, naked, his shaft was dripping pre-cum as he was staring at that pictures of his mother in the magazine; the pictures she wasn’t supposed to know about.
“Are you ready Hanif sona? I don’t have to jack you off if you don’t want me too.”
“Oh no Ammi , I….I want you to.”
Parveen smiled at her younger son, “Are you sure, you don’t sound it. Are you sure you can pretend your mother is just one of those film-actressess you fantasize?”
Hanif smiled back at his mother; she could see him glancing from her semi-nude pictures to looking at her tits and pussy as she stood in front of him. His cock got harder and a small stream of pre-um was flowing out of his piss slit. His cock was about the same size as his elder brother.
Parveen Khatun sat down on the bed next to her younger kid and grabbed his cock. As she slowly stroked it, allowing his pre-cum to coat her fingers, she said to him. “You and your brother’s cocks are bigger than your fathers’.”
“Really?” he responded.
“Yep, much bigger. His was about 5 inches or so. I am sure any woman would like your cocks.”
Hanif, unlike his elder brother didn’t lay all the way back and close his eyes. He just stared at his mother’s hand going up and down his shaft. Parveen watched her son bite his lower lip, moaning. He started talking, moaning. He would look at his mother’s hand and his cock and just say “Faster, oh please faster. Mmmm, make me cum.”
So she just asked her son, “Hanif sona, are you thinking of Sreelekha or Rachana in the magazine?”
He looked at his mother with same glazed look, then flashed a glance at her tits, which were bouncing up and down a bit the motion of her cock-stroking. Parveen knew her nipples were protruding through her blouse. “Oh yes, Ammi, I am thinking of Sreelekha Mitra. Just don’t stop…please.”
Parveen Khatun’s younger son did not last as long, he just wanted to cum as quickly as possible. She moved in-between his legs, she knew both of them probably had pictured her.
“I am gonna do it! I gonna do it Ammi.”
“Do it? Oh you mean cum?”
“Yes, I am gonna cum, I can’t hold it!”
“Don’t hold it Sonamani, you can cum for me.”
With that Hanif’s hard shaft released its load. His cock first spurted out a couple of small spurts, Parveen tilted her son’s cock back towards his stomach, and cupped her hand under it to catch his load. Then his huge spurt of super thick, white, hot cum squirted out his cock. It looked like a laser beam of cum; it was so long and continuous. Some it landed on her palm, some on her arm and some on his chest!
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