As Raya drew nearer, a flurry of mixed emotions coursed through Zainab's mind. Her thoughts were preoccupied with Fakhrul, her son from her first marriage, who was now serving in the army. He was coming to visit her at her home, where she resided with her second husband's children, Fira and Fina, and her mother-in-law. It had been a long time since she had last seen Fakhrul, and that was when he was just a ten-year-old child. Now, he was an adult, and Zainab couldn't help but feel nervous yet excited about reconnecting with him.
The afternoon sun warmed the porch as Kak Zainab chatted with her daughters. Birds chirped in the nearby trees. Fina, always watchful, spotted someone coming in the distance. It was a man wearing green. Kak Zainab's heart jumped. Could it be Fakhrul?
The man got closer and greeted them, 'Assalamualaikum.' Relief flooded Kak Zainab. 'Fakhrul!' she said with a smile. 'Waalaikumsalam,' she replied warmly. He walked up the steps and took her hand, bending down to kiss it. When he stood upright, Zainab's eyes were drawn to the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. She couldn't help but notice the sheer size of the it, and the thought that crossed her mind was how much cum it could produce. All the while, Fakhrul, unaware of the affect his body had on his own mother.
That night, Fakhrul slept in the guest room, and Zainab's mind lingered on her son. She decided to check on him. Carefully turning the door knob, she quietly push the door open, calling out to Fakhrul asking if he was awake, but there was no reply. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Zainab entered the room; from where she stood, Fakhrul's form can clearly be seen on the bed. Zainab tiptoed towards her son, seeing the sheets covering him up to his stomach. With hands trembling, Zainab reached out and gently but carefully lifted the sheets covering him down to his knees. Right there and then, her gazed fell upon the snug shorts he had on. Zainab's eyes widening as her sight fell upon Fakhrul's taut stomach, and the treasure trail leading from his navel towards his bulging neither regions, which made her gulped in anticipation. She began to gently trace bulging outline with her index finger, this made Fakhrul's body tensed up, while still remaining asleep.
Zainab then decided to lift the waistband of Fakhrul's shorts, revealing his fat cock to her eyes. It wasn't hard, but it was really plump. She extended her tongue and started to lick the tip, gently at first, but soon tasted a salty, slightly bitter liquid pooling, which she found delectable and decided to swallow up his cock. Fakhrul tensed up again and trembled, but never woke up. Zainab kept nursing on her son's cock until finally, she was rewarded for her efforts, as squirts of a never ending cum went down her maternal throat. And she was taken aback on how thick Fakhrul's cum was, and she needed more of it.
All the while, Fakhrul thought that it was just a dream, and when he woke up the following morning, he strangely felt drained but oblivious to the reality of what had transpired. This continued throughout his stay, and both mother and son found themselves lost in their secret world of pleasure. Zainab always managed to get a stomach full of her son's thick cum, savoring the taste and the illicit nature of their encounters.
One evening, while Zainab was preparing dinner for her family, Fakhrul approached her in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Ibu, I can't stop thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock. I've never felt anything like it before." Zainab shuddered at his words, feeling a mixture of desire, guilt and surprised of being caught. She turned around and looked into her son's eyes, knowing that their secret encounters would continue.
As the days passed, their encounters became more frequent and intense. They explored each other's bodies, discovering new ways to bring each other pleasure. Fakhrul couldn't help but express his admiration for his mother's sexual prowess, whispering dirty words into her ear as they explored new positions and techniques. Zainab found herself growing addicted to her son's touch and the taste of his cum, unable to resist his advances.
One sultry afternoon, Fakhrul decided to take things to another level. He led Zainab to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed and began to tease her with his fingers, tracing circles around her nipples and lightly grazing her clit. Zainab let out a soft moan, arching her back as her son's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Fakhrul gently parted Zainab's legs, revealing her wet pussy, and he began to lick her clit in slow, sensual circles. Zainab's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his tongue on her most intimate parts. Fakhrul continued to pleasure her, using his fingers to penetrate her as he licked her clit. Zainab's moans grew louder, and her body writhed with pleasure.
As Zainab reached the brink of ecstasy, Fakhrul climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He looked deep into her eyes, whispering dirty words into her ear as he slid his cock inside her. Zainab gasped at the sudden sensation, feeling her son's cock stretch her tight pussy. Fakhrul began to thrust, slowly at first, building up a steady rhythm as he filled his mother with his thick cock.
Zainab's moans grew louder, and her body trembled with pleasure as she felt her son's cock sliding in and out of her. Fakhrul continued to whisper dirty words into her ear, encouraging her to let go and enjoy the forbidden pleasures they were sharing. Zainab's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her orgasm building, and she let out a loud cry as she reached the peak of her pleasure.
Fakhrul wasn't far behind, and as he felt his mother's pussy tighten around his cock, he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. He thrust once more, burying his cock deep inside her as he filled her with his thick cum. Zainab gasped as she felt the warmth of her son's cum filling her, and she knew that their secret encounters would continue.
As Fakhrul pulled out of his mother, Zainab couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and satisfaction. She knew that their relationship was wrong, but she couldn't deny the pleasure they shared. Fakhrul lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They both knew that their shared secret would be their little-hidden treasure, one that they would continue to explore and enjoy throughout Fakhrul's stay.
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