Zainab, a woman in her late fifties, sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes downcast and her hands trembling. Her son, Zaidi, stood before her, his face a mask of anger and disgust.
"Ibu, how could you even ask me something like this?" Zaidi's voice was thick with emotion, his fists clenched at his sides.
Zainab's face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Zaidi. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I need this. I need you."
Zaidi's face, his jaw set and his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and confusion, turned away from his mother, unable to look at her.
Cut to: Zaidi's ankle, his briefs and uniform pants strewn around. Zaidi, still fuming, reluctantly agreed to his mother's request.
Zainab's frail hands, on Zaidi's naked butt cheeks, guided her son's movement as he stood before her, his thick cock, robust mushroom tip, gently going into her open, hungry mouth. The sounds of gurgling, glucking, throaty slurping, and swallowing, together with Zainab's passionate moans, were heard throughout the room. Her eyes, once filled with tears, now held a mischievous glint as she couldn't believe her good fortune in convincing her handsome soldier of a son to allow her to suckle on his cock.
Zaidi's grunting cries echoed through the room as he struggled to process the sensations that his mother's mouth was giving him. His head tilted back, eyes shut tight, and brows furrowed, as he tried to reconcile the pleasure with the taboo nature of the act. His testicles clenched and started to supply Zainab the nutrients she so desperately needed from her own son's meaty balls, all while trying to steady his quaking body.
Suddenly, Zainab nudged Zaidi to lay on the bed. Zaidi, reluctant, followed his mother's nudging. On the bed, after removing his pants and briefs, Zainab spread Zaidi's muscled thighs apart, getting better access to his private delights, where she orally attacked with fervor Zaidi's genitals, slobbering on his plump shaft, mushroom tip, and his meaty balls into oblivion while he quaked and whimpered as his own mother, the woman who birthed him, feasted ravenously on him.
As if that wasn't enough, Zainab, eager to taste more of her son's meat, slid a finger along his ass. "Ibu! What are you doing!" Zaidi, caught off guard, asked. "Just making sure I get each and every drop," Zainab answered, feeling the taut ring of muscle, before slowly sinking her finger into his tight hole. "Oh! God, ibu!" Zaidi's quiver transformed into full-body spasms as his mother's finger explored his most intimate place while continuing her frenzied oral assault on his cock.
Zainab's eyes rolled back in her head in pure bliss as she felt her son's cock twitch and throb in her mouth. She could feel his testicles withering, preparing to release another load, ready again to feed a woman who craved their cream. With a few more hard sucks and deep throat massages, Zainab felt again the sensation she had been begging for - Zaidi's cock swelled, and with a few hard spurts, Zainab felt the splash of cum on her taste buds, followed by what seemed like a relentless flood of her son's hot seed, going down her gullet.
As Zainab gulped down her son's offering, she felt a sense of vitality flow through her body. The ache in her bones started to dissipate, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling of satisfaction. She had just fed on the most exquisite nectar known to mankind – the seed of her own son, Zaidi.
As the last drop of cum slid down her throat, Zainab slowly pulled her mouth off Zaidi's spent cock, looking up at her son with a satisfied smile and eyes heavy with lust. "Thank you, nak," she cooed, her voice thick with post-orgasmic bliss. "You have no idea how long Ibu waited for this moment."
Zaidi, still trying to understand what had just happened, his mind hazy from the intense pleasure he had just experienced, looked down at his mother, realizing that he had just engaged in the most taboo act imaginable. His face twisted in a mixture of shame, confusion, and a hint of excitement, as he tried to process the new reality he found himself in.
As Zainab licked her lips, savoring the taste of her son's seed, she knew that this was only the beginning. She had finally crossed the line she had been dreaming of crossing for years, and now that she had a taste of it, she knew she would never be satisfied until she had explored every inch of her son's body.
Little did Zaidi know, his mother's hunger was far from satiated. Zainab's body craved more than just his cum. She needed to be filled with his seed, to feel his hard cock stretching her unused uterus.
As Zaidi tried to gather his thoughts, Zainab slowly crawled up his body, her hands roaming over his muscular form, exploring every ridge and valley. She traced the lines of his abs, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, before moving up to his chest, where she pinched and tugged at his nipples.
Zaidi's body jerked in response, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt his mother's hands on his body. He tried to push her away, but his limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by the pleasure he had just experienced.
Zainab's lips found Zaidi's neck, where she started to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses. She could feel his pulse racing beneath her lips, and she knew that he was just as affected by her touch as she was by his.
As she made her way up to his ear, Zainab whispered, "I need you, Zaidi. I need to feel you inside me, and stretch my pussy to it's limits."
Zaidi's eyes shot open, his body tensing at the implications of his mother's words. He knew that he should push her away, that he should tell her that this was wrong, but the feel of her body against his, the heat of her breath on his skin, was too much to resist.
With a groan, Zaidi wrapped his arms around Zainab's waist, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her soft curves pressing against his hard muscles, and he knew that he was lost. He was under his mother's spell, and he had no intention of fighting it.
As Zainab straddled her son, guiding his hardening cock to her entrance, she felt a sense of completeness wash over her. This was what she had been craving for so long, what she had been dreaming of since the day she realized her attraction towards Zaidi.
With a gentle push, Zainab sank down on Zaidi's cock, feeling his thick length stretching her tight walls. A moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips as she felt him filling her up, reaching places inside her that had been untouched for years.
Zaidi's hips bucked up to meet his mother's, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guided her movements. He could feel her tight heat enveloping him, squeezing him in a way that no other woman ever had.
As they moved together, lost in a world of taboo pleasure, Zainab's vaginal fluids and Zaidi's pre-cum flowed, providing an incredibly pleasurable lubrication for their incestuous act. Their crotches, wet and sticky, and their expressions were of a state of ecstasy. However, there was no sign of either of their hips wanting to stop; in fact, the speed of their thrusts intensified after their fluids were released.
Zainab knew right there and then that this was just the beginning. She had finally crossed the line, and now there was no going back. She had claimed her son as her own, and she had no intention of letting him go.
In the days and weeks that followed, Zainab and Zaidi continued to explore each other's bodies, reveling in the forbidden pleasure they found in each other's arms. They made love in every room of the house, on every surface, in every position imaginable. Mother and son's reproductive organs were on the verge of becoming raw from the intensity and frequency of their physical intimacy.
But Zainab's body thrived on her son's seed. She knew that the world would never understand, that they would never accept what she and her son had done, but she didn't care.
All that mattered was the love they shared, the bond they had forged in the heat of physical passion. They were mother and son, but they were also lovers, united by a desire that knew no bounds.
And as Zainab looked down at Zaidi, exhausted by his mother's sexual appetite, his body that she relentlessly 'jamah', she knew that she had finally found the happiness she had been searching for all her life. She had found it in the most unexpected place - in the arms of her own son.
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