It was a hot weekend afternoon and life had been a struggle lately for Zainab. The widowed mother of three children, Fareez, Fina and Fira, had been feeling lonely and empty ever since her husband passed away a year ago. The marital bed felt cold and lonely without his warmth beside her.
But today, Fareez had invited her and his younger siblings shopping at Sogo using his freshly received policeman salary. Zainab suggested they take the LRT to avoid the weekend traffic jams.
At the crowded Maluri LRT station, Zainab was surprised by the throngs of passengers. Getting on the train with her children, Fira and Fina stood facing forward in front of their mother, while Fareez stood to her left, facing her. The jostling of the crowded carriage caused their bodies to press closer together.
Zainab gasped as her hand inadvertently brushed against the front of Fareez's pants. Startled, she felt the firm bulge of his substantial manhood, even flaccid. As a lonely widow, the sensation of touching her own son's genitals was surreal. The warmth and plumpness felt ripe and ready.
Swallowing hard, Zainab couldn't believe her luck. After only being able to admire Fareez's sizable bulge from afar, now she had the chance to feel it intimately with her own fingers. Her knees felt weak as she continued her clandestine assault, gently rubbing her son's package. Fareez seemed oblivious, lost in thought.
The train rocked and swayed, pressing Zainab's palm more insistently against Fareez's crotch. His manhood twitched and grew beneath her touch. Fareez shifted his weight but still didn't notice his mother's boldness. Emboldened, Zainab rubbed more firmly, massaging the growing bulge.
Fareez's breathing grew heavy. Zainab's heart raced, both aroused and terrified of discovery. But the taboo thrill of molesting her own son was too tempting. She continued fondling him shamelessly in the crowded train.
By the time they reached their stop, Fareez's erection strained against his pants, unmistakable. Zainab quickly pulled away, praying she hadn't been caught. Fareez rubbed his crotch, confused and still aroused.
The day of shopping was a blur for Zainab, her mind consumed with dirty thoughts of her son's manhood and the forbidden pleasure she'd found. That night, lying alone in bed, Zainab couldn't resist touching herself, imagining it was Fareez. The start of her dark descent into incestuous desire.
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