"Mak, Aiman is going to be late again," Fira complained, glancing at her watch as she stirred her teh tarik.
"He's probably just caught up in his work," Kak Zainab replied calmly, though a hint of concern washed over her. Aiman had been distant lately, always on the phone or leaving early in the mornings, claiming it was for his job.
Fina, the younger of the two sisters, giggled, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Maybe he's out saving the world again." She had always had a playful streak, which often got her into trouble with her more serious sibling.
Kak Zainab couldn't help but smile at her daughter's innocence. "More like saving someone's cat from a tree," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
The door to the restaurant chimed open, and in walked Aiman, looking every inch the hero Fina had painted him to be. His uniform was impeccable, the badge on his chest gleaming in the harsh fluorescent lights. The smell of his cologne filled the air, a scent that was both comforting and intoxicating to the women. His eyes swept the room, and when they landed on his mother and sisters, he gave a wide smile that seemed to make the whole place brighter.
Fira and Fina both jumped up, eager to greet him. Kak Zainab's heart swelled with pride as they hugged him tightly, though she couldn't ignore the flicker of something more that danced in the back of her mind. She quickly shooed the thought away, reminding herself that he was her son, her responsibility to protect and cherish, not an object of desire.
Aiman's deep laugh rumbled through the restaurant as he took a seat beside them, his muscles flexing slightly as he leaned back in the plastic chair. The waiter approached, and Fira didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on her brother's broad shoulders and chest. She felt a flash of possessiveness that she quickly suppressed.
"Mak, I brought you something," Aiman said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small box and placed it gently in Kak Zainab's hand. She opened it to reveal a sparkling necklace. "It's just a small token of our appreciation for all you do for us."
Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the delicate piece of jewelry. "Aiman, you shouldn't have," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. She couldn't remember the last time she had received a gift, not since her husband had passed away. The gesture was touching, and it stirred something in her that she hadn't felt in years.
Fira and Fina oohed and aahed over the necklace, their faces alight with happiness for their mother. Fina reached over to take it from her, gently placing it around her neck. "It looks so beautiful on you, Mak," she said, her voice full of admiration.
As soon as she said that, Aiman's phone buzzed, pulling them out of the moment. As he stood up to take the call, his strong, broad frame towered over the small table. As he moved, the front of his pants came into view. Kak Zainab couldn't help but glance down, her eyes unintentionally landing on his waist. Her gaze was drawn to the outline of his generous package, which was stretching the fabric of his uniform pants taut over the zipper. Her eyes grew wide with shock and something else - something she hadn't felt in a very long time.
The sight of Aiman's fat, thick shaft and bulbous mushroom head was starkly evident even through the dense material. Kak Zainab's mouth went dry as she took in the sheer size of her son. She had never noticed before, or perhaps she had chosen not to. Her thoughts raced as she tried to reconcile the sight before her with the son she had bore and raised. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time as a man - a very attractive, big dick man.
The call ended abruptly, and Aiman sat back down, seemingly oblivious to the effect he had on the women around him. "Everything okay?" Kak Zainab managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's just work," he replied, his eyes dark with unspoken tension. "Some things you just can't ignore."
Kak Zainab nodded, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts from her mind. Fira and Fina chatted away about their days, filling the air with tales of office drama and school gossip. Aiman listened intently, his gaze occasionally straying to the necklace around his mother's neck. The sight of him, so attentive and kind, only served to make him more alluring to her.
As they ate their nasi lemak and roti canai, the conversation grew more relaxed, the tension in the air dissipating slightly. The restaurant buzzed with the sounds of sizzling dishes and clinking cutlery, providing a comforting backdrop to their meal. Yet, Kak Zainab couldn't shake the feeling that had settled in her stomach, a strange mix of guilt and fascination with her son's masculine form.
Aiman's phone buzzed once again, and as he leaned back to type a quick response, the fabric of his pants tightened even further, framing his manhood like a sculptor's masterpiece. Kak Zainab's eyes were drawn to it once more, and she felt her cheeks warm with a flush that she hoped was not too obvious. She offered up a silent prayer of thanks for the way fate had conspired to give her this unobstructed view, feeling like she was being granted a secret glimpse into the life of a man she had never truly known before.
Her thoughts grew more daring as the minutes ticked by, and the mental image grew stronger, morphing into a full-blown fantasy. In her mind's eye, she saw Aiman stretched out on her bed, his powerful thighs parted in invitation. She knelt between them, her eyes locked onto his thick, proud cock. Her tongue darted out to taste the precum beading at the cock tip, savoring the musky scent that was uniquely his.
The sound of Fira's laughter snapped Kak Zainab out of her reverie. She realized she had been staring at Aiman's crotch. Quickly, she averted her gaze, hoping she hadn't been caught. Her heart pounded in her chest, it was a confusing mix of excitement and dread, and she didn't quite know what to make of it.
Aiman looked up from his phone and noticed his mother's flushed cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Mak, are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
The warmth of his hand and the proximity of his body made Kak Zainab's pulse quicken. She forced a smile and nodded. "I'm fine, Aiman," she said, her voice sounding strangled even to her own ears.
As Aiman leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne grew more potent, and she found herself inhaling deeply, as if trying to capture him within her very soul. His eyes searched hers, and she felt the weight of his gaze as if it were a physical touch. Aiman truly was a handsome man, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had any idea of the effect he had on the women around him.
The warmth from his hand seeped through the fabric of her blouse and into her skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She could feel the moisture building between her thighs, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. His hand remained on her shoulder, a comforting presence that she found herself craving more of. The sight of his thick, full member pressing against his pants was like a siren's call, luring her into a world of taboo desires she had never dared to explore.
Her own hand hovered over the table for a brief moment before she reached out, her fingertips brushing against his thigh. She told herself it was just to reassure him, but as Aiman scooted closer, her hand found the edge of his bulge. She froze, her heart racing as she realized the gravity of her mistake. But instead of pulling away, she felt a strange sense of fascination take over. Her pinky finger was now resting lightly on the robust lump, and she could feel its warmth and firmness beneath the fabric.
Fira and Fina were in the midst of a heated debate about the latest reality show when Kak Zainab's hand made its way to Aiman's crotch. She watched his face, searching for any sign of his awareness, but his eyes remained focused on his sisters. Her hand trembled slightly as she traced the outline of his manhood, her mind racing with the implications of her actions.
Aiman's voice grew more animated as he joined in their conversation, sharing a laugh at Fina's latest impersonation of one of the show's contestants. His leg shifted slightly, pressing into Kak Zainab's hand. She gasped quietly, her pulse racing. He couldn't have missed that, could he? But he showed no signs of discomfort, continuing to interact with his sisters as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Encouraged by his non-reaction, Kak Zainab began to move her hand in small, tentative circles over his crotch, her touch growing bolder. The fabric of his pants grew warmer under her palm, and she swore she could feel his cock twitch in response. Aiman leaned back in his chair, his smile widening, and she felt a surge of power, as if she was controlling his every move.
Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The motherly love she felt for her son was being overwhelmed by a primal urge to possess him, to claim him as her own. In her fantasy, she straddled him, her plump breasts bouncing with every thrust as she took him deep within her. His eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream. The room spun around them, and the sounds of the restaurant faded into a distant murmur as the only thing that mattered was the connection between them.
But reality was much colder, and when Aiman asked if everything was okay, she had to fight to compose herself. She managed a nod, her hand retreating from his crotch like a guilty thief caught in the act. "I'm fine," she choked out, hoping her voice didn't betray the tumultuous storm raging within her.
The conversation continued, but Kak Zainab found it difficult to focus. The sensation of his cock beneath her hand lingered, making her palm feel hot and tingly. She tried to convince herself that it was just a moment of weakness, that she had been swept away by a fleeting thought, but the ache between her legs grew more insistent with every passing second
Fira and Fina's laughter and chatter seemed to fade into the background as Kak Zainab's mind replayed the feeling of Aiman's hardness against her palm. The image of him, naked and aroused, was now burned into her memory, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to have him all to herself. Her thoughts grew more and more explicit, her hand itching to return to his crotch and explore further.
The meal continued, but Kak Zainab could barely taste the food. Her mind was filled with the vision of Aiman's cock, the way it had felt against her hand. The smells of the restaurant, usually so comforting, now seemed cloying and overpowering. All she could focus on was the growing need that was building within her, a need that she knew she shouldn't have, but couldn't ignore.
As the plates were cleared and the dessert menu was brought over, Fira and Fina chattered away about their plans for the weekend. Aiman leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his broad chest. Kak Zainab found it difficult to keep her eyes anywhere but on the bulge on his pants. It was as if it called to her, demanding her attention.
Her gaze lingered on the tantalizing outline of his cock, the fabric of his pants doing little to conceal its grandeur. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. The desire to touch him again was almost unbearable. Her hand twitched under the table, but she held back, not wanting to risk discovery.
"Mak, do you want anything else?" Fina's voice cut through the haze of Kak Zainab's thoughts, pulling her out of the illicit fantasy she had been indulging in. She blinked rapidly, trying to refocus her gaze.
"Oh no, I'm full already," she murmured, her voice a little too high-pitched. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself. The truth was, the only thing she was hungry for was the one thing she couldn't have - Aiman's cock. She pushed the thought aside, feeling the guilt crushing down on her again.
Fina nodded and slid out of her chair. "Ok, I'll go and pay the bill then." Her eyes danced with excitement as she glanced at her brother, who was scrolling through his phone. Kak Zainab felt a strange tug in her stomach, watching the way her daughter's gaze lingered on Aiman. Was it possible that Fina felt the same way she did?
Aiman looked up and smiled. "Fina, no, no. Let me," he said, standing up with surprising grace for a man of his size. As he reached into his pocket for his wallet, Kak Zainab couldn't help but glimpse his crotch again. His bulge was even more pronounced now, the fabric of his pants straining against the weight of his thick, generous manhood. She felt a thrill run through her body, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight.
"Alhamdulillah," she murmured to herself, taking a sip of her teh tarik to hide her racing thoughts. The way Aiman's muscles shifted as he moved was like a silent testament to his strength and virility. It was as if Allah himself had placed this temptation before her, and she felt both blessed and cursed to have seen it.
Fira raised an eyebrow at her mother's sudden piousness but said nothing. She too had noticed the way Aiman's pants stretched tautly over his groin, and though she had always known he was well-endowed, the sight still managed to make her stomach flip. The room felt warmer, the air thicker with the weight of their unspoken desires.
Kak Zainab took another sip of her teh tarik, her eyes never leaving Aiman as he approached the counter to settle the bill. Her thoughts grew more and more depraved, imagining what it would be like to have his cock in her mouth, to feel its warmth and weight on her tongue. She had never felt such an intense craving for a man, especially not her own son. Yet here she was, her mind consumed by thoughts of his body and the pleasure she could give him.
Fira watched her mother from the corner of her eye, a strange mix of curiosity and arousal swirling within her. She had always felt a strong bond with Aiman, but it was only now that she realized the extent of her own desires. The sight of his bulge had set her heart racing, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have him inside her, filling her up. She pushed the thoughts aside, telling herself she was just being silly, that it was just a moment of weakness brought on by the stress of her job and the lack of a man in her life.
Fina, on the other hand, had no such qualms about her feelings. She had fantasized about her brother for years, his strong arms and kind eyes always leaving her feeling flustered. The way he looked at her, with a protectiveness that bordered on something more, had made her wetter than any of the boys she had been with. Her hand strayed to her thigh, her fingertips playing with the hem of her skirt as she imagined his cock sliding into her, stretching her to her limits.
As Aiman returned to the table with a receipt in hand, Kak Zainab took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of lust that was threatening to consume her. She couldn't let herself act on these thoughts; it was wrong, it was haram. But the more she told herself that, the more she wanted to taste him, to feel him deep within her.
Fira and Fina watched as their mother fidgeted in her seat, her eyes lingering on Aiman's crotch. They had both felt the same pull towards their brother, the same need to possess him. It was a secret they had never shared, a dark corner of their hearts that they had kept hidden from each other. But as they saw the hunger in Kak Zainab's gaze, they knew that they were not alone in their desires.
Kak Zainab cleared her throat, trying to shake off the haze of lust that had settled over her. "So, where are we heading after this?" she asked, her voice a little too loud in the quiet restaurant.
"Aeon Big," Aiman said, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. "I need to grab some new underwear. My last pair ripped during training today."
Kak Zainab felt a fresh wave of heat rush through her body at the thought of her son's powerful thighs straining against fabric until it gave way. She coughed to cover the sudden spike in her arousal, trying to keep her voice steady. "Oh, really?" she asked, her eyes darting down to his crotch again. "Well, that's convenient. We can all go together."
Aiman looked up from his phone and smiled. "Yeah, sure. It's been a while since we've all gone shopping together." He had no idea of the tumultuous thoughts that swirled in the minds of the women around him.
Fira and Fina exchanged a knowing glance. "What happened to your old underwear?" Fira teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Couldn't handle the beast?"
Aiman chuckled, his eyes glancing down at his crotch. "It's the gym," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "These muscles need some serious support."
Kak Zainab felt a warmth spread through her as she pictured him in the gym, his body glistening with sweat as he worked out. The thought of his muscles straining, his cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts, made her mouth water. She had to bite her lip to keep from imagining what it would be like to peel those shorts away and reveal the beast Fira had so playfully mentioned.
Fira and Fina giggled, their eyes flickering down to his crotch before they could catch themselves. Aiman looked at them, his smile a little puzzled. He had no clue that his casual remark had set the table on fire with lustful thoughts. He was just a son, a brother, a protector. He didn't realize that to them, he was now a symbol of unbridled desire.
As they left the restaurant, the tension was palpable in the air. The three of them walked to Aiman's car, Kak Zainab's eyes never leaving her son's form. The way his biceps flexed under his shirt sleeves, the way his broad back tapered down to a narrow waist - it was all she could do not to reach out and touch him. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, and she was acutely aware that she was playing with fire.
Once they arrived at Aeon Big, the mall's cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of their thoughts. Aiman led the way to the clothes department, his confident stride drawing the eyes of passersby. Kak Zainab couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride that this specimen of masculine perfection was her son, even as she felt guilty for the carnality of her thoughts.
Fira and Fina trailed behind, their eyes glued to the enticing sway of his muscular buttocks, each step revealing more of the bulge that dominated his lower half. The sight of his powerful legs moving beneath him made their hearts race and their mouths water. It was a delicious agony, being so close to what they craved yet unable to act on their desires.
They reached the men's underwear section, and Aiman immediately began to sift through the racks. His biceps flexed as he pulled out various pairs, scrutinizing each one. Kak Zainab and her daughters hovered nearby, pretending to be engrossed in their own shopping.
"Aiman, do you need any help?" Kak Zainab called out, her voice a little too eager.
He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes catching hers. "Nah, I got it," he replied with a wink, his hand pausing over a particularly snug-fitting pair of boxer briefs.
Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him hold the fabric against his hip, testing the size. The image of his cock straining against the tight material was almost too much to bear. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her back as she pictured herself sliding those briefs down his muscular thighs, revealing his manhood in all its glory.
Fina stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mak, why don't you go help him?" she whispered, nudging her mother. "Make sure he gets the right size."
Kak Zainab felt the color rise in her cheeks, but she nodded, her pulse quickening. She approached Aiman, trying to ignore the way his muscular shoulders tensed as she drew near. "Let me see," she said, her voice a little shaky.
He handed her the pair of Renoma bikini briefs, and she took them with trembling hands. The size tag caught her eye - M for the waist, but the cup size was significantly larger than she would have expected. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. "Is this... is this really your size?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aiman nodded, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Yeah, they're pretty comfy," he said, unaware of the thoughts racing through his mother's head.
Kak Zainab took the briefs from his hand, her heart pounding in her chest. She held them up to the front of Aiman's pants, her eyes widening at the sheer size of the cup. "M," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But the... the cup size..."
"It's the right size," Aiman said, his tone casual. "They're pretty snug, but I like the support."
Kak Zainab's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the briefs in her hand. The cup size was significantly larger than she had expected, and her imagination ran wild with the implications. She looked up at her son, her heart racing. He couldn't be that... could he? She had to know for sure.
Her hand, seemingly of its own accord, reached out to the front of Aiman's pants. "Let me just... check," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that was almost lost in the bustle of the mall. She feigned an attempt to smooth out the fabric over the bulge, but her hand slipped, and she found herself cupping the substantial mound of flesh beneath.
The world around them seemed to slow to a crawl as she felt the weight and heat of his cock in her hand. Aiman's eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. For a moment, neither of them moved, frozen in a silent tableau of shock and desire. Fira and Fina watched from a few steps away, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.
Kak Zainab's heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat. She had never felt anything so... alive. His cock was thick and firm, even through the barrier of his pants and the briefs she held. The realization of her son's true size sent a shockwave through her, and she couldn't help but gasp.
Aiman looked down at her hand, his eyes wide with shock. "Mak," he managed to croak out, his voice strained.
Kak Zainab's heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest. She had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. She knew she should remove her hand, apologize, and pretend like nothing had happened. But she couldn't. The feeling of his cock in her grasp was too exhilarating, too powerful to ignore.
Her eyes searched Aiman's face, looking for any sign of anger or disgust, but she found none. Instead, she saw a flicker of something else - confusion, perhaps, or was it something more? Something that mirrored the hunger that she knew must be written all over her own features. He was frozen, his eyes locked on her hand, which was now moving of its own accord, tracing the outline of his manhood through the fabric.
Kak Zainab felt a strange thrill run through her, a mix of fear and excitement. The cup size was definitely not for show; it was made to hold something substantial, something that could fill her up completely. Her mind raced with thoughts of how it would feel to have him inside her, to finally satisfy the ache that had been building within her for so long.
The journey home was a silent one, filled with tension that seemed to thicken the air. Each bump in the road caused the car to jolt, sending a shiver down Kak Zainab's spine. She couldn't help but steal glances at Aiman, his profile outlined by the passing streetlights. His strong jaw was clenched, and she wondered if he was thinking about what had just transpired between them.
When they arrived home, the house was eerily quiet. Kak Zainab's hand hovered over the light switch, but she decided to leave it off. The darkness seemed to amplify the anticipation that hung heavy in the air. They made their way to her bedroom, the only sounds being their muffled footsteps and the rustle of clothing.
On the floor, a tangled mess of fabric lay in a heap. Aiman's pants and underwear were discarded alongside the pile of his mother's and sisters' clothes. Their bra and panty sets were scattered like forgotten treasures around them, the lace and elastic twisted and stretched from their earlier urgency. The room smelled faintly of sweat and arousal, a heady scent that filled their nostrils and heightened their desires.
Kak Zainab's bed had become an altar of forbidden passion. Aiman lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, his abs flexing with the effort to remain still. His cock stood proudly erect, a testament to his unyielding virility. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he felt the warm, wet mouths of his mother and sisters take turns worshipping his manhood.
Kak Zainab's mouth was stretched wide around Aiman's cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep, her throat muscles contracting around his girth. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by a need that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her tongue danced around his shaft, tasting the precum that beaded at the tip. The salty sweetness of it only made her hunger more intense.
Fira and Fina knelt beside her, each with one of Aiman's heavy balls in their mouths. They suckled gently, their eyes closed in concentration as they rolled the soft flesh over their tongues. The sensation was like nothing they had ever felt before, and the sound of their brother's labored breathing was music to their ears. They could feel his tension building, the heat of his desire radiating from his body, and it only made them want to pleasure him more.
Kak Zainab's eyes watered as she took his cock deeper into her throat, feeling the thick veins pulse against her tongue. She had never taken a man so big, and the challenge only spurred her on. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her nails digging lightly into the sensitive skin. She could feel the muscles in her throat straining as she fought the urge to gag, but the thought of making Aiman cum was all the motivation she needed.
Fira and Fina, their own desires reaching a fever pitch, took turns suckling on his balls. The gentle pressure of their mouths and the softness of their tongues against his skin was driving him wild. Aiman's eyes rolled back in his head, his breathing shallow and rapid. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't have the willpower to stop them.
Kak Zainab's throat was slick with saliva as she took Aiman's cock deeper and deeper, her gag reflex a distant memory. She felt powerful, in control, as she brought her son to the brink of climax. Fira and Fina's hands roamed over his body, caressing his thighs and stomach, adding to the sensory overload. Their combined efforts had Aiman's hips bucking slightly, his muscles tensing as he fought for control.
Fira looked up from her brother's testicle, her eyes glazed with desire, and met her mother's gaze. They shared an unspoken understanding, a silent agreement that this was what they needed. Fina's eyes followed, her cheeks flushed and her mouth full of Aiman's other ball. They were a team, united in their quest to satisfy their shared obsession.
Kak Zainab's eyes never left Aiman's face as she deepthroated him, her mouth stretched to its limits around his thick shaft. She could feel the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat, the pressure building as he grew closer to release. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, his chest heaving with each shallow breath. The power she had over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of love and lust that clouded her judgment.
Suddenly, Fira's and Fina's eyes went wide as they felt Aiman's balls tighten in their mouths. "Mak!" Fira gasped, her voice muffled by the flesh she held in her mouth. "I think he's cumming!"
Kak Zainab's own eyes watered as she felt the head of Aiman's cock swell even further in her throat. Her grip tightened around his base, her hand moving in time with the rhythm of her bobbing head. A low, guttural moan escaped her, the vibration sending a shiver through Aiman's body.
"Oh god! I'm cumming!" Aiman's voice was a strained growl, his hips bucking upwards as his orgasm approached. Kak Zainab's eyes watered even more, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, eager to taste the forbidden fruit of her son's passion.
The first rope of cum shot into her mouth, thick and hot, filling her with a salty sweetness that she had never tasted before. She was shocked at the volume and thickness of his load, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her cheeks bulged as she struggled to swallow, her throat working to accommodate the sheer amount of cum he was releasing.
Kak Zainab's eyes watered as Aiman's cock continued to pulse, spurting rope after rope of cum into her eager mouth. She felt his hands grip the back of her head, his hips bucking upwards as he lost control. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, a little salty but with an underlying creaminess that she found oddly addictive. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't help but suck harder, eager to take every drop.
Fira and Fina watched with wide eyes, their own desires reaching a crescendo. They had never seen anything so raw, so primal, and it only served to inflame their own passions further. They continued to lick and suck Aiman's balls as he moaned and thrashed above them, their mother's mouth working his cock like a pro.
As Kak Zainab finally pulled away, gasping for air, a trail of saliva and cum connecting her to Aiman's softening cock, Fira took the opportunity to lean in and take her place. Her eyes were glossy with excitement as she wrapped her lips around the still pulsing head of his cock, eager to taste the forbidden fruit for herself. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked greedily, eager to show her brother just how much she had learned from watching her mother.
Fina, not to be outdone, focused her attentions on Aiman's sensitive balls, now slack with pleasure. She took one in her mouth, her tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive spot beneath it. Aiman's body jerked in response, and he let out a moan that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he whispered, "Oh my god!" as he felt the intensity of their combined efforts.
Kak Zainab watched with a strange sense of satisfaction as Fira and Fina took turns pleasuring Aiman. The sight of her daughters eagerly devouring their brother's cock only served to fuel her own desires. She reached down and began to touch herself, her own juices slick on her fingers. The sight of her children, normally so obedient and respectful, acting with such wanton abandon was a powerful aphrodisiac.
The four of them had discovered a shared secret, a bond that went beyond the typical mother-son and sisterly relationships. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and yet, in that moment, she felt closer to them than she ever had before. It was a twisted kind of happiness, one that was born from a place of deep-seated need and desire.
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