"Megat, can you come over?" Kak Zainab's voice crackled over the phone line, a hint of urgency in her tone. Megat, wiping the sweat from his brow, paused his workout to answer.
"Ibu, I'm at the gym," Megat responded, a touch of surprise in his voice. "Is everything okay?"
Kak Zainab took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room as she contemplated her words. "Yes, everything's fine," she lied, trying to sound as casual as possible. "It's just that... I need your help with something."
Megat's curiosity was piqued. His mother rarely called him unless it was something important. He checked his watch. "I'm almost done here, Ibu. Give me about twenty minutes, and I'll be home."
"Okay, son," she said, trying to keep the eagerness from her voice. "Take your time, but don't be too long."
The line went dead, and Megat was left with a sense of unease. His mother's calls were usually reserved for more mundane matters—what to have for dinner, asking about his day at work, or reminding him to visit his grandmother. This sounded different.
Megat finished his workout in record time, his mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be so urgent. He quickly showered, threw on some fresh clothes, and headed home, his heart thumping a little faster than usual. As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed that the house was eerily quiet. The door was unlocked, and as he stepped inside, he called out to his mother.
"Ibu, I'm here," Megat announced, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. He had chosen to wear a red Man United t-shirt, one of his favorites, and a pair of black flimsy shorts that hung low on his hips. Beneath them, he had on a blue Renoma bikini briefs, which clung to his muscular thighs and emphasized his manhood. He had no idea how significant this simple choice of attire would become.
Kak Zainab emerged from the shadows of the living room, her eyes immediately drawn to the outline of Megat's bulge. She licked her lips, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and guilt. She had never thought of her son in such a way before, but the month of celibacy had driven her to desperation.
"Megat," she called out, her voice a soft purr. "I'm in here."
Megat followed the sound of her voice, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The sight of his mother's curvy figure in a tight-fitting blouse and short skirt sent a jolt of something unexpected through him. He had always thought of her as his mother, but now, in her current state of apparent distress, she seemed more...womanly. He couldn't help but feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he took in her bare legs and the way her breasts strained against the fabric.
"What's going on, Ibu?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Kak Zainab stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Megat's. "I've been feeling...lonely," she began, her voice low and seductive. "Do you know what it's like to miss someone, Megat?"
Megat swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the floor before meeting hers again. "Ibu, I don't think—"
But Kak Zainab didn't let him finish. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. Her hand slid down to his stomach, tracing the muscles that rippled with each breath he took. "You're all grown up now," she murmured, her gaze flicking down to his crotch. "And your father isn't here anymore."
Megat's eyes widened, and his mouth went dry. He had never seen his mother look at him like this—like she was seeing him for the first time as a man. Her hand was dangerously close to his groin, and he could feel his cock stirring in his briefs. He tried to take a step back, but his legs felt like they were made of lead.
"Ibu," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with confusion and arousal. "What are you doing?"
Kak Zainab's hand continued its descent, brushing against the fabric of his shorts. Her eyes never left his as she answered, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Megat felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. He was torn between his duty as a son and the raw, primal instinct that was rapidly taking over his body. The bulge in his briefs grew more prominent as his mother's hand moved closer to it. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, making him feel light-headed.
Kak Zainab's hand reached the waistband of his shorts, her fingers grazing the fabric of his briefs. "Ibu," Megat said again, his voice strained.
"Megat," she replied, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're all I have left of your father. And I need...I need this."
Megat's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and desire. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't ignore the way his body was responding to her touch. He felt his cock throb as she slipped her hand into his shorts, her soft fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked him gently, her eyes never leaving his, and he gasped.
Kak Zainab's eyes widened with amazement at the thickness of her son's cock. It was so much more substantial than she had ever imagined. Her mouth watered, and she found herself leaning in, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She had always been a passionate woman, and now, in her desperation, she craved release more than anything else.
Megat's hand was trembling as she continued to stroke him, her thumb circling the tip of his cock. She watched as a bead of precum formed and slowly slid down the shaft. The sight of it made her even more eager, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off. Megat's gasp was all the encouragement she needed.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her eyes still locked with his. She pulled his shorts and underwear down in one swift movement, freeing his cock from its confines. It sprang up, thick and hard, and she couldn't help but marvel at the size of it. It had been so long since she had felt this kind of desire, and the raw power of it was intoxicating.
Her hand remained wrapped around the base of his shaft as she leaned in, her mouth watering. The salty, musky scent of him filled her nostrils, and she knew she had to have a taste. She licked the length of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head before taking it into her mouth. Megat's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm wetness envelop him. It had been a month since he'd had anyone's mouth on him, and his mother's felt surprisingly good.
Kak Zainab took her time, savoring the taste and the feel of her son's cock. She had always enjoyed oral sex with her husband, and she hadn't realized how much she'd missed it until this moment. She slurped and sucked, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, working him into a frenzy. Megat's hips began to buck, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and she took it all without hesitation.
The sensation of her mouth was heavenly for Megat. He'd never experienced anything so taboo, so wrong, and yet so incredibly right. He felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was close to climax. He tried to pull away, not wanting to go too far, but Kak Zainab's grip on his hips was firm, keeping him in place. She didn't stop, her tongue dancing around the head of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make him moan.
And then she did it—Kak Zainab took a deep breath and plunged her mouth down his length, taking him deep into her throat. Megat's eyes shot open, and he stared down at her in shock. He'd never had a woman deepthroat him before, let alone his own mother. The suddenness of it caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but let out a strangled groan as his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't stop, her eyes watering with the effort, but she kept going, eager to please him.
Megat's hands found their way into her hair, gripping it tightly as he began to thrust, unable to control the urge to fuck her mouth. He watched as her cheeks hollowed out with each movement, her throat convulsing around his shaft. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he felt his orgasm building rapidly. He tried to hold it back, not wanting to end this strange, illicit encounter so soon, but his body had other ideas.
Kak Zainab felt her son's balls tighten in her hand, a clear sign that he was close. She redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster and faster, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. She felt a thrill of power as she realized she had him in the palm of her hand—or rather, in the warm, wet confines of her mouth. The idea of her own son losing control because of her was more arousing than she could have ever imagined.
Her hand tightened around Megat's balls, her thumb gently pressing into the spot that she knew would drive him wild. She could feel them pull up closer to his body, a silent plea for release. Megat's hips began to buck harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was trying to hold back, to make this moment last, but the sensation of his mother's mouth on him was too much.
With a strangled cry, he gave in, his cock spasming as ropes of hot cum shot down her throat. Kak Zainab took it all, her eyes watering from the effort of keeping her throat open, her cheeks hollowed out as she swallowed greedily. The taste was surprisingly sweet, and she found herself craving more. Megat's body tensed, his whole being focused on the intense pleasure she was giving him. "Ibu!" he gasped, his voice strained with passion. "I'm cumming!"
Kak Zainab's eyes widened with satisfaction as she felt the warm jets fill her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of her son's release. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before—so wrong, and yet it filled her with a sense of power and satisfaction that was almost overwhelming. She pulled back slightly, her hand still pumping him, making sure she didn't miss a single drop.
Megat's legs trembled as he came down from the intense high, his cock still pulsing in her hand. He looked down at his mother, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. He couldn't believe what had just happened—his own mother had just given him the best blowjob of his life. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the pleasure that still lingered in his body.
Before he could say anything, Kak Zainab stood up, her hand still wrapped around his semi-erect cock. She led him to her bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. The room was dark, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from a single candle flickering on the nightstand. She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was almost animalistic.
Megat watched, still in a daze, as his mother straddled him, her skirt hiked up to reveal her bare, wet pussy. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her, his body responding despite his mind's protests. She positioned herself over him, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance. With a deep breath, she slammed down hard, impaling herself on his length. The sound of their bodies connecting echoed through the room, and Megat couldn't help but groan at the feeling of his mother's warm, tight pussy surrounding him.
Kak Zainab threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she began to ride him in reverse cowgirl. Her ample breasts bounced with each thrust, the candlelight playing off her sweat-slicked skin. Megat couldn't believe the sight before him—his own mother, riding him like a woman possessed. Her movements were frenzied, desperate, as if she were trying to fill the void that had been left in her life. With each downward motion, his cock disappeared into her, only to reemerge slick with their combined juices.
"Sedap, Megat," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "Tekan dalam dalam lagi, anak!"
Megat's mind was racing, trying to reconcile the reality of what was happening with the taboo thoughts that had once filled his teenage fantasies. But as his mother's pussy clenched around his cock, all he could focus on was the intense pleasure she was giving him. He reached up to grab her hips, pulling her down harder onto him with each thrust. The sensation of her wetness gripping him, the way her flesh slapped against his, was driving him wild.
The room was filled with the sounds of their flesh colliding, their ragged breaths, and the occasional squeak of the bed frame. The candlelight cast flickering shadows across their bodies, making it seem almost like a dream. But it was real—his mother's pussy was tight and warm around his cock, her movements growing more and more erratic as she approached her climax. He could feel her getting wetter, her juices mixing with his own as they created a slick sheen on his balls.
Megat's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he met her every downward slam with a powerful upward thrust. The sight of her large, round ass bouncing up and down on him was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. Despite the guilt that still lingered in the back of his mind, the primal need to claim her, to fill her with his seed, was too strong to resist.
With each deep plunge into her wetness, he felt his cock hit the back of her pussy, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Sedap, Megat," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Tekan dalam dalam lagi, anak!"
Megat obeyed, his body moving almost on instinct as he pushed into her harder, faster. He watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples tight and dark with arousal. The sight of his mother's bare ass bouncing up and down on his pelvis was something he never thought he'd see, and it was driving him wild.
Kak Zainab's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her hands up in the air, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. "Ya Allah, sedap nya, Megat!" she exclaimed, her voice hoarse with passion. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls tightening as she approached the edge of her climax.
Megat watched in amazement as his mother's orgasm took over her body. Her movements grew more erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she slammed down onto his cock. He could feel her pussy contracting around him, milking him for every drop of cum he had to give. The sight of her lost in pleasure was more than he could handle, and he felt his own climax building rapidly.
With a final, powerful thrust, he released, his cock spurting ropes of cum deep inside her. Kak Zainab's cervix seemed to suck at him, drawing out every last drop of his seed as she cried out in ecstasy. Megat's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the intensity of his release, his whole body shaking with the force of it. The feeling of his mother's warm, tight pussy around him as he came was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Her cries of pleasure mingled with his own, their voices filling the quiet room. Kak Zainab's walls tightened around him, her body shuddering as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to bear. And yet, she couldn't get enough. She kept moving, grinding herself against him, as if trying to get every inch of him deeper inside her.
Megat's eyes snapped open, watching as his mother's body spasmed with each powerful shot of cum. He'd never seen anything so beautifully erotic in his life. The way her pussy milked him was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power of it. His cock was buried to the hilt in her, and she was taking it all, her body begging for more.
As the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, Kak Zainab collapsed onto him, her chest heaving with the effort. For a moment, they just lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing the only sound in the room. The candlelight flickered across their sweat-slicked skin, casting an ethereal glow over the scene of their shared taboo.
Megat gently stroked her back, his heart still racing from the intensity of what had just transpired. "Ibu," he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "Are you feeling okay now?"
Kak Zainab took a moment to catch her breath, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at her son with a mix of gratitude and something else—something that made Megat's stomach flip. "Yes, my son," she whispered, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Thank you so much for helping this old woman."
Megat felt a sudden rush of affection and tenderness for his mother, mixed with the lingering guilt of what they had just done. He had never seen her look so...satisfied. He nodded, his own voice still a bit shaky. "You're most welcome, Ibu," he said, his words a bit awkward as he tried to navigate the uncharted waters of their new dynamic. "I'm just...glad you're okay."
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