Perspective Hafiz:
-The guilt is eating me alive. As I lay here, my body completely vulnerable, exposed, and helpless before my own mother, her mouth assaulting my manhood with a hunger that I never knew existed within her. Her eyes, glazed over with lust, focused on her prize, my own throbbing member. The wet slurps and gurgles echoing through the room, I stare at the ceiling, unable to process the sinful act that is being committed.
My mind screams at me, begging me to stop this, to push her away, but my body betrays me. The pleasure is too intense, too overpowering. I'm frozen in this blissful agony, my hips subtly rocking to meet her insatiable mouth. The heat of her tongue lapping at my shaft, swirling around the sensitive head, teasing the slit, sending jolts of electricity through my core. I can feel my heavy balls being tugged and caressed by her skilled fingers, coaxing out a reaction I know I shouldn't allow.
God forgive me. This is wrong, so very wrong. She's my mother... I'm her son. The forbidden pleasure consumes me, my eyes glaze over, lost in a faraway haze as she works her oral magic. I'm powerless to resist, a slave to the sensations, to her. A moan escapes my lips and I clench my jaw, biting back another. I shouldn't enjoy this. I mustn't. But oh god, it feels too good...
Perspective Kak Zainab:
- The taste of my son's cock is divine. I can't get enough. Hafiz, my precious baby boy, now a man, all man. And he's mine. I've dreamed of this for so long. Watching him grow into a virile young specimen, knowing that I birthed him, nourished him. And now, I get to worship his beautiful body the way a mother should.
I take him deep into my throat, relishing the weight of him on my tongue. My lips stretch obscenely around his impressive girth as I swallow him to the hilt. His musky, masculine scent floods my senses. I breathe him in, savoring it, savoring him. My eyes flutter shut in bliss as I bob my head, taking him in and out, in and out. My hand cups and massages his full heavy balls, urging them to fill me with his seed.
My pussy throbs and clenches, aching to be stretched and filled by him. But first, I need to milk him. I need to taste his essence. I alternate between long, slow licks up his pulsing shaft and suckling on the fat mushroom head like a woman starved. I could happily spend hours just teasing the slit, lapping up the precum oozing from it. My tongue dances along the thick veins and ridges, tracing every ridge and contour. Worshiping every inch of my son's perfect cock.
I glance up at him through my lashes, taking in the pleasure etched on his handsome face, the conflicted guilt and rapture. He won't last long, I can feel him twitching and swelling in my mouth. I redouble my efforts, wanting to swallow every drop he gives me. I want to ruin him for all others. My baby, my perfect boy, will crave only his mother's mouth from now on. I'll make sure of it.
...........
Hafiz gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white, as his mother's skilled mouth worked him over. The pleasure was building, cresting, ready to burst. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cock jerking and pulsing as it emptied down Kak Zainab's eager throat. She moaned around him, gulping and savoring every drop of his release.
As the last spurts left him, she released his softening member and gazed up at him, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Mmm, my son, you taste even better than I imagined. And we're just getting started..."
Hafiz's eyes widened, a fresh wave of guilt washing over him even as his spent cock gave an interested twitch at her words. Where was this going? He should stop this. Push her away. But the thought of experiencing her mouth again, maybe other parts of her, made his treacherous body respond despite himself. He was in trouble. So much delicious, sinful trouble.
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