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It was a hot summer evening in Kuala Lumpur. The sun had just set, casting a warm orange glow over the suburban neighborhood. In a modest home on Jalan Semantan, a widow named Kak Zainab was preparing dinner for her only son, Arief.
At 28, Arief was a loving and caring son, but unaware of his mother's growing incestuous desires for him. Ever since his father had passed away a year ago, Kak Zainab found herself becoming increasingly lonely and sexually frustrated. Her husband had been her everything - her partner, her lover, the father of her child. With him gone, a deep ache had taken root in her loins.
As she bustled about the kitchen, her mind kept drifting to Arief. Her boy had grown into such a handsome man - tall, muscular, with captivating brown eyes. She had always been proud of him, but lately her pride had morphed into something more primal and base.
Late at night, alone in her bed, Kak Zainab's imagination would run wild with taboo fantasies of Arief taking her, filling her, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy. She knew it was wrong, that society would condemn such depraved longings. But as a lonely widow with no outlet for her pent-up desires, she could not help herself.
Meanwhile, Arief had recently gotten married to a young woman named Mirna. However, Mirna was still in Bandung waiting to move in with Arief. Her parents wanted to throw a proper wedding before letting their daughter go. So Arief was living alone with his mother for a few more months.
Kak Zainab had been drop hints to Arief about her sexual needs, trying to tempt him. But he remained oblivious. She grew more and more desperate until finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
One night, as Arief sat watching TV, his mother appeared before him, practically naked except for a thin silk robe. Her voluptuous figure was on full display.
"Mak," Arief said in shock. "Where are your clothes?"
"I don't need clothes anymore," Kak Zainab said breathily. "I need my son. I need you, Arief. I'm so lonely. Can you help your mother? No one needs to know. I promise I'll make you feel good like you've never felt before."
Arief's eyes bugged out. He couldn't believe his ears. "Mak, we can't...I'm your son...You're my mother! What you're suggesting is a sin!"
Kak Zainab pouted seductively. "So what? We're all alone and sex doesn't care about familial ties. Your father is gone. No one else needs to know. Just one night of passion, that's all I ask. I promise ."
"No, Mak! I won't betray Papa like this! I'm with Mirna, remember?!. I won't risk losing her. I'm not that kind of man!"
Kak Zainab stomped her foot angrily. "You're not the man I thought you were. I thought I raised a son who could take care of me. But it seems you only care about yourself and your precious Mirna. Who loves and takes care of you? It's me! All I ask is for one night to feel alive again!"
Arief was appalled by his mother's outburst. He shook his head and stood up to leave the living room. "I'm going to bed, mak."
Kak Zainab panicked, realizing she was about to lose her chance. She had to act fast. In a desperate attempt to lure him, she darted over to him and pretended to stumble, falling into his arms.
"Arief, help!. Please, help me to my room."
The sudden feel of his mother's body against him caught him by surprise. But as her son, he couldn't just push her away. "It's okay, Mak. Lean on me."
Wrapped in her silk robe, Kak Zainab pressed herself against Arief as he led her to her bedroom. As they reach the bed, suddenly, she pulled on Arief, as they tumbled onto the bed, he landed on top of her.
"Mak, let me go. This isn't right."
But Kak Zainab had him right where she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, holding him tight. Her robe fell open, revealing her heaving bosom and glistening pusst.
"Oh Arief," she moaned. "You feel so good on top of me. Your body is so hard and strong."
With a flash of strength, she flipped their positions so she was straddling her son. She undid his belt and fly, pulling out his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of it.
"It's so big," she gasped. "How did I produce this monster? Oh Arief, you're going to break your old mother with this thing."
Before Arief could protest, she had positioned her dripping slit over the head of his cock. He felt her pussy lips swallowing his mushroom tip, as he let out a strangled groan.
"Mak, no...wait..."
But Kak Zainab was beyond reason. With a fierce determination, she sank herself down on her son, crying out at the stretch. The taboo pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. But the old woman was not deterred.
Instead, she began to bounce on Arief with wild abandon, her massive breasts jiggling. Arief hands instinctively held on to her hips, mewling in ecstasy. The feeling of his mother's tight, wet heat engulfing him was unbelievable.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kak Zainab chanted. "Fuck me, Arief! Fuck your mother! I'm your personal sex doll from now on. Use me every day!"
Arief's mind short-circuited. His conservative upbringing had never prepared him for this. But his treacherous body surrendered to the ultimate pleasure, his fat cock pounding up into his mommy's cunt. The bedroom echoed with their depraved moans and grunts and the wet slaps of their taboo fornication.
As Arief finally erupted like a geyser deep inside his mother's womb, Kak Zainab keened in triumph. She came down from her high panting and grinning like a madwoman. The deed was done. She had claim her own son's body and there was no going back now. A new chapter had begun for mother and son.
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