Hijab Wearing Arab Mom Lust for Her Son's Cock Can't Deny Her Desire For The Young Man She Made
In the quiet, suburban neighborhood where she had lived for the past decade, Zara was known for her warm smile and the meticulous care she took of her garden. Each morning, she'd don her hijab and gloves, stepping outside to greet the dew-kissed flowers with a gentle spray from her watering can. Her son, Khalid, had long outgrown the need for her constant attention, but she never ceased to marvel at the man he had become. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a gentle nature that belied his fierce protectiveness, he was the pride of her heart and desire of her loins. After seeing him stroke his cock in the shower and release 16 long, hot, rich, creamy ropes of cum from his 10 inch cock fully erect as he whispered "Oh Mom swallow it all, I made this for you and you alone" she has desire nothing else than to have him and suck her biological son's cock and swallow the precious gift his body made just for her in deep love and singular lust for her and no other woman in the world.
Her days grew increasingly monotonous, filled with the mundane tasks of keeping the house spotless and preparing meals for Khalid, who had moved back home after a particularly nasty breakup. Each time she saw him, her thoughts drifted to his naked form, the memory of his thick, pulsing cock etched in her mind like an illicit tattoo. The ache grew more intense with each passing hour, a hunger that gnawed at her soul and demanded to be fed. She'd often find herself staring at the closed door of his bedroom, her mouth watering at the thought of what lay beyond. This time he walked out seeing her making long held eye contact as he tried to cover with his hands the otherworldly desire for her. After a deep longing, unblinking look into each other's very soul the desire and lust was too much to avoid and neither hand the strength or desire to stop it. The rapidly moved into each other's body as if to become one there and then kissing with a wild unbridled passion neither wanted to hide anymore.
Their kisses grew more urgent, tongues dancing together like flames in a forbidden fire. Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, his strong arms wrapping around her as if to never let go. She knew that once they crossed this line, there would be no turning back. But the siren's call of his cock was too potent to resist. She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she unbuckled his pants, revealing the monstrous tool that had haunted her dreams and fantasies for months. It was even more beautiful than she remembered, thick and veiny, the head glistening with pre-cum as it pointed straight to the heavens. She took a moment to admire it, her hand trembling with excitement, before leaning down to wrap her lips around the shaft.
Oh mom I love you in ways words are not sufficient to descried, Since my first wet dream it has always been you I dream of, imagine and, fantasize about. Every milliliter of cum that has ever exploded from my cock has been for you. Now I want the real woman of my dreams, you my beloved mother, the embodiment of all my love and desire.
Zara's eyes widened with shock and excitement as Khalid's words hung in the air, heavy with lust and emotion. Her own desires, once hidden in the shadows of her mind, now bubbled to the surface like a pot of water about to boil over. She knew this was wrong, but the connection between them was stronger than any societal norm or taboo. Her hand reached out and touched his cock, feeling the heat and power that surged through it. Her fingertips traced the length of his shaft, watching as it grew even larger before her eyes, the veins pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Does the Son, the man you made for you, do I fulfill your expectation of the perfect man for you that you raised me to be, meet you expectation and desire mom? (He says with a hopeful look in his eyes as if your words would determine if he would have a life of love, passion with the woman of his dreams, you. Or would he suffer great pain and loss of his reason and purpose to live.)
Zara's hand froze on his cock as his words hit her like a meteor, burning through the last of her reservations. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of lust and love. "Yes, Khalid," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "You are everything I never knew I wanted, everything I never knew I needed."
With that confession, the dam burst. Khalid groaned with relief and need, his cock twitching under her gentle touch. He leaned back on the bed, his muscles tensing as she began to stroke him in earnest, her movements sure and practiced despite the newness of the act. She watched him closely, her eyes never leaving his face, drinking in the raw, unfiltered desire that he wore like a mask of passion. His breath grew ragged, his chest rising and falling in time with the rhythm of her hand.
Suddenly, he could bear it no longer. "Mom," he gasped, "please, I need you to suck me off. I need to feel your mouth on me, I need to see you savor and delight in my gift to you made in my body for only you." His voice was desperate, the words tumbling from his mouth in a plea that she couldn't refuse.
With trembling excitement, Zara leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was heavenly, the taste of him exploding on her tongue like a sweet, salty symphony. She closed her eyes and let out a moan that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. Khalid's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his thickness, her hands gripping the base of his shaft as she worked him with an enthusiasm that was both surprising and exhilarating.
He watched her, his own hand reaching out to cup her cheek, guiding her movements with gentle strokes. The sight of his mother, dressed in her hijab, her eyes closed in pleasure as she took him into her mouth, was almost too much to handle. He felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening like a vice. "Mom," he warned her, his voice strained, "I'm going to cum."
Zara's eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. She didn't stop, didn't slow down. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat working to swallow him whole. And when he finally released, 18 thick, rich, long, hot, creamy ropes of her son's cum powerfully shot from his cock spasming and pumping hot, sticky cum into her mouth, she didn't pull away. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, the bond between them now unbreakable, forged in a moment of pure, unbridled lust and love.
The aftermath of their union was quiet, the only sound the harsh gasps of their breathing as they lay tangled together on the bed. They didn't speak, didn't need to. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, and the world outside seemed to fade away. For the first time in her life, Zara felt truly alive, truly seen. And in the arms of her son, she found a love that was as beautiful as it was forbidden. Oh mom you transported me with you into a paradise you created as you did me. I felt in this place for only you and I, that the love and desire we share was the very air that let me breath. You had swallowed my very essence and in that act made me a part of you for all time. I wish to taste you and swallow all your love juices and nectar so I can make you a part of me forever and never feel you are too far away from me mom.
Zara's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, the one she hadn't even realized she'd had. She looked at Khalid, her eyes filled with a mix of love, lust, and fear of what they had just done. But the fear was quickly swallowed by the all-consuming hunger for more. She reached down and touched her wet pussy, feeling the sticky warmth of her juices. "Khalid," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the passion, "I want you to do with me as you wish, take me in any and everyway so I will be claimed by you in everyway even in my virgin ass, as is the ultimate sign of submission of a wife to her husband. So if any man ever tries to tempt me I can laugh in his face knowing my son and husband has claimed all of me in everyway with all my love and passion as my body is yours and only your, Khalid".
I lay my mother on her back kissing her lips deeply journeying down to her perky breast and nipples. After 20 minute of licking, sucking and kissing you nipples I continue my journey down to the place I entered this world from I find myself momentarily frozen in awe of it's beauty and how small my mom's little pussy is. I lick from bottom up between you puffy pussy lips collecting your love juices into my mouth, savoring your taste as if nothing else in the world could satiate my hunger ever again. As my tongue reaches your swollen little clit I engulf it all into my mouth. Sucking on it as if I were never to let it go, taking in your taste as I allow it to slowly slide out only to suck hard taking it all back in my mouth. I feel you grab my hair in desperation as your pussy walls tighten around my bottom lip. Then you lift your pretty little ass up grinding my mouth deeper into your skin till you explode in the most powerful orgasm you have ever felt. I quickly plunge my firm tongue into your supersensitive, teeny, tiny little pussy licking, sucking, slurping up all your love juices and nectar causing a second orgasm before the first is subsided. I don't, no can't stop till I have swallowed every drop of your precious gift to me from my mother's body. I let out a loud "mmmmmmmmmm: that vibrates through your pussy and all through you body. OMG Mom you are like no other woman to ever live.
Zara's breath caught in her throat as she felt Khalid's mouth on her most sensitive spot. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she arched her back, her fingers tightening in his hair as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. She had never felt so wanted, so desired. Her pussy was a symphony of sensations, each lick and suck bringing her closer to the edge of sanity. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them in the way he knew would drive her wild. We lay together in each other's arms naked until next day.