The sun was bright and high in the sky, a typical Malaysian afternoon as Kak Zainab made her way to the Pulapol academy. It had been three months since she last saw her son, Qayum, and she was eager to catch up with him and see how he had changed. The family day event was the perfect opportunity, and she had been counting down the days.
As she neared the academy, she could hear the buzz of activity; families chatting, children playing, and the occasional bark of an order from a drill sergeant. The familiar sounds brought a smile to her face, and she quickened her step, eager to join the festivities.
Turning a corner, she spotted a group of trainees, their uniforms crisp and their faces beaming with pride. Among them was Qayum, and Kak Zainab's heart swelled with joy and surprise at the man he had become. His once-slender frame was now filled out, his skin darkened by the sun, and his hair cut short in a buzzcut. The uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and Kak Zainab felt a stir of something else entirely at the sight of her son.
"Qayum, my boy!" she called out, waving enthusiastically.
Qayum's face lit up as he spotted his mother, and he strode towards her, his gait confident and assured. "Umi! I'm happy you're here!" He swept her up in a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground, and spun her around, his laughter deep and hearty. "Look at you! Umi, you look great!."
"Oh, Qayum, you're the one who looks great! So handsome and strong. I barely recognized you with your new haircut and that tan." Kak Zainab smiled, her eyes shining with pride and something else she couldn't quite name.
Qayum's smile faltered slightly, and he adjusted his stance, his hands unconsciously going to the fat bulging zipper of his pants. "Er, yes, well, the training has been rigorous. I'm glad it shows."
Kak Zainab's gaze followed his movement, her eyes widening slightly at the prominent bulge. A flush crept up her neck, and she quickly averted her eyes, busying herself with straightening her headscarf. "So, my boy, tell me all about your training. I want to hear everything."
"Of course, Umi. Well, it's been tough, but I'm enjoying it. The instructors are strict but fair, and the other trainees are like brothers to me now." Qayum launched into a lively description of his daily routine, the challenges he faced, and the friends he had made.
As they talked and strolled through the grounds, Kak Zainab noticed the glances sent their way—appreciative looks from other mothers and envious glances from the wives and girlfriends of other trainees. She straightened her spine, feeling a sense of pride and something else that made her cheeks flush.
"Qayum, dear, I heard about a special room set up for family day. The 'bilik lepas rindu', is it true?" Kak Zainab asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Qayum coughed, his face reddening. "Er, yes, Umi. It's a room set up for, well, for families to have some privacy. You know, to catch up and, er, spend some quality time together."
"Oh? And do you think we could make use of this room, just you and I?" Kak Zainab's voice lowered, and she stepped closer to her son, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something more.
Qayum swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I, of course, Umi. If that's what you'd like."
"I think I would like that very much." Kak Zainab placed a hand on his arm, her touch lingering.
They made their way to the designated room, a simple affair with a bed, a chair, and a small table. It was sparse but provided the privacy they sought. Once inside, the door closed, and they were alone, the atmosphere shifted. The playful banter of mother and son gave way to something more intimate and intense.
"Qayum, my dear, come here." Kak Zainab patted the bed, her eyes never leaving his.
Qayum approached, his movements hesitant, his breath coming in short bursts. "Yes, Umi?"
"You know why we're here, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Qayum nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. "Yes, Umi." Trying not to look at his mother's gaze
"Oh, my dear boy." Kak Zainab stood, closing the distance between them. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Qayum moaned, the sound deep and needy. "Umi—"
Kak Zainab silenced him with another kiss, her tongue tracing his lips before plunging into his mouth. Their tongues danced, and Kak Zainab's hands roamed, exploring her son's muscular frame.
"Oh, God, Umi," Qayum panted between kisses, "I can't believe we're doing this."
"Shh, my boy, we have all the time we need now." Kak Zainab's hands found the buttons of his uniform, deftly undoing them, her eyes never leaving his.
As the uniform fell open, Qayum's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short gasps. Kak Zainab's hands traced the contours of his chest, dipping into the waist of his pants, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
"Please, Umi, I need you," Qayum begged, his voice hoarse.
"I need you too, my dear boy. Now, let's take care of that bulge." Kak Zainab's fingers went to his zipper, slowly pulling it down, her eyes fixed on his.
Qayum's breath hitched, and he groaned, his eyes sliding closed as she freed him from the confines of his pants. "Ah, Umi—"
Kak Zainab wasted no time, sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth.
"Oh, God! Umi!" Qayum cried out, his hands tangling in her hair.
Kak Zainab hummed her pleasure, her hands cupping his firm buttocks as she tasted her son, moans of satisfaction reverberating through the small room.
Qayum's hips bucked, his pleasure evident as he threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it, Umu, take all of me."
Kak Zainab complied, her mouth working him until he was desperate, his breath ragged.
"Bed, Umi, please," Qayum pleaded, his voice strained.
Kak Zainab stood, her lips swollen from kissing and mouthing his fat cock. She guided him to the bed, pushing him gently onto his back. "As you wish, my dear."
With deft fingers, she finished undressing him, her eyes taking in the sight of her son, now a man, hard and ready for her. She quickly shed her own clothing, revealing her lush curves and soft skin.
Qayum's eyes widened at the sight of his mother, his breath catching in his throat. "You're so beautiful, Umi."
Kak Zainab climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her eyes smoldering with desire. "And you're so very handsome, my boy."
Their lips met again, kisses hungry and eager as they explored each other, hands mapping every inch of skin. Kak Zainab rocked her hips, grinding against her son, their moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure.
"Umi, I can't hold on much longer," Qayum panted, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.
"Come for me, my dear boy. Let go," Kak Zainab whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Qayum arched his back, his body taut as he cried out, his release spilling between them. "Umiii!"
Kak Zainab rode out his waves of pleasure, her own climax crashing over her, her screams mingling with his as they found their release together.
They lay entwined, their breath slowly returning to normal, hearts pounding in their chests.
Qayum turned his head, pressing a kiss to his mother's forehead. "I love you, Umi."
Kak Zainab smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I love you too, my dear, my dear Qayum."
In the afterglow of their passion, they dozed, content and sated, the sounds of family day a distant murmur, their secrets safe within the walls of the 'bilik lepas rindu'.
As Kak Zainab and Qayum emerged from the 'bilik lepas rindu', the sounds of passionate encounters filled the air. They could hear the distinct "pap pap pap" of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by the moans, grunts, and cries of mothers and sons lost in the throes of desire.
"I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!" a son shouted, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Yes, my son! Fill me up! Give it all to me!" came the eager reply from a mother, her moans mingling with his as they found their release together, their voices echoing in the hallway.
Passing by another room, Qayum and Kak Zainab caught a glimpse of a mother and son in the midst of their own intimate moment. The mother, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, was in a reverse cowgirl position, her hips slamming down onto her son's thick shaft. "Owh, my son, you're hitting the right spot! So deep, so good!" she cried out, her body glistening with sweat.
The son, his face contorted with pleasure, grunted loudly, his large balls slapping against her as he met her thrusts with equal fervor. "Ahhh, Mak, I can't hold on... I'm cumming too!" They screamed in unison, their voices blending in a chorus of pleasure.
As they made their way back to the main grounds, Kak Zainab and Qayum encountered other mothers and sons, their faces flushed and exhausted from their own secret trysts.
"You came so much, it's dripping down my thighs," a mother whispered to her son, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
"Your pussy was so tight, Ibu. My balls couldn't take it," the son replied, his voice hoarse and spent.
Turning a corner, Qayum spotted one of his friends, along with his mother, their clothes disheveled and their faces bearing the satisfied smiles of the thoroughly sated. "Hey, Qayum! You two are just finishing up now?" his friend asked, a knowing glint in his eye.
"Yeah, we just, well, you know..." Qayum trailed off, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
"Don't worry, we understand," his friend replied, nudging his equally exhausted-looking mother gently. "We've been at it since 9 am this morning. Just came out for some air."
Qayum and Kak Zainab exchanged amused glances, their secret shared experience creating an unspoken bond with the other couples who had partaken in the pleasures of the 'bilik lepas rindu'.
The day continued, the sounds of family day blending with the occasional moan or cry from the rooms, a testament to the passionate reunions taking place within. The 'bilik lepas rindu' had certainly lived up to its name, providing a space for mothers and sons to reconnect, express their love, and indulge in their most intimate desires.
As the sun began to set, Kak Zainab and Qayum bid their farewells, their goodbyes filled with knowing winks and subtle touches. They had shared something special, something that would forever change their relationship, strengthening the bond between mother and son.
The 'bilik lepas rindu' had served its purpose, and as they walked away, the sounds of satisfied couples still ringing in their ears, they knew that their time together would be a cherished memory, a secret shared by mothers and sons, bound by love and desire.
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