"It's so...big," she murmured, her voice thick with awe. She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers not quite meeting. Zaki groaned softly, his head tilting back in pleasure. "Does it...hurt?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
He chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, Mak, it doesn't hurt. It just feels...good." His voice was strained, his breathing shallow. "But I should probably tell you, it gets bigger when it's...ready."
Her hand tightened around his shaft, feeling it swell even more in her grasp. "How much bigger?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Zaki took a deep breath, his gaze locked on hers. "A lot bigger," he murmured, his voice strained with arousal. "But it's okay, Mak. We don't have to...you know."
Kak Zainab's eyes searched his, seeking permission, seeking reassurance. "But what if I want to?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Zaki's expression was a mix of shock and arousal. "Mak..." he whispered, his cock now fully hard in her hand.
Kak Zainab felt a thrill run through her body, the taboo nature of the situation only fueling her desire. "I've never seen one this big," she murmured, stroking him gently. "It's beautiful."
Zaki's breath hitched, his eyes hooded with lust. "Mak..." he breathed, his hand covering hers, guiding her movements. "We should stop. This isn't right."
But Kak Zainab was beyond reason. She ignored his protest, her lips parting to take him in. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the first bead of precum that had gathered there. It was salty and faintly sweet, and she found herself craving more.
Zaki's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, his body tensing. "Mak," he gasped, his hand tangling in her hair. "What are you doing?"
Kak Zainab looked up at him, her lips glistening with her own saliva and his precum. "What does it look like?" she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "It's beautiful, and I need to taste it."
The sensation of his mother's mouth on his cock was intense. He felt his hips jerking forward. "Mak," he managed to get out, his voice strained. "This isn't right."
Kak Zainab pulled back slightly. "Isn't it?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "It feels right to me."
Zaki's hand tightened in her hair, his body betraying his conflicted emotions. "But you're my mother," he whispered, though his protest was weak.
Kak Zainab looked up at him, her eyes dark with need. "And you're my son," she replied, her voice husky. "A beautiful, strong man of a son, with a fat cock." She leaned back in and took him into her mouth, sliding down his shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked hard.
Zaki's resolve crumbled as the warm, wet pressure of his mother's mouth devoured him. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine something like this would actually happen. He groaned, his hips bucking, pushing himself deeper into her gullet. Kak Zainab took it all, her tongue fluttering around the tip as she worked her way down to the base.
Fira and Fina's laughter grew distant, as Zaki and Kak Zainab's world faded into the background as they succumbed to their desires. The rush of the waterfall was the only sound that filled the air, a gentle soundtrack to their illicit encounter. Kak Zainab's hand cupped his heavy fat balls, gently massaging them as she continued to suck him off. The sensation was overwhelming, and Zaki felt his orgasm building.
He tried to pull back, the guilt crashing over him like a wave. "Mak, we have to stop," he said, his voice strained with lust. "This isn't right."
But Kak Zainab held him tight, her grip on his cock unyielding. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. "I don't care," she murmured, her lips never leaving his shaft. "I need this."
Zaki looked down at her, his mother's mouth stretched wide around his cock. He hadn't expected her to be so...persistent. "Oh, my God," he managed to say, he could feel his orgasm approaching, the tension coiling in his balls.
With a groan that was half pleasure and half embarrassment, he started to squirt, his cock pulsing in ropes into her hungry mouth. Kak Zainab's didn't pull away. Instead, she took each spurt eagerly, her throat massaging his length as she swallowed his thick, gooey offering, and she found herself craving for more.
Zaki's body shivered with the force of his orgasm, his cock spasming as she milked him to the bone. When he was finally spent, her lips glistening with the last traces of his seed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude. "Mak," he panted, his hand still in her hair. "That was..." He tried to find the words.
Kak Zainab's cheeks were flushed, she brought her hand up to her mouth, her thumb sliding over her lower lip as she tasted him. "It was amazing," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "But we're not done yet."
With surprising strength, she pulled Zaki down onto his knees, and as she layed back on the picnic spread picnic blanket, her thighs spread wide, revealing her damp panties to him. The fabric was stretched taut over her wet mound, her desire evident to anyone who looked. "Mak," Zaki protested weakly, but she was having none of it.
Her hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock, feeling the weight in her palm. She was surprised at her own boldness, but the moment was too intense to stop. With a gentle tug, she pulled him down on top of her, aligning his swollen tip with her panty covered pussy's entrance.
Kak Zainab's began to rub the tip of his cock on her covered wetness, teasing herself with the promise of what was to come. She watched as his expression shifted from shock to hunger, his pupils dilating. He didn't resist, instead leaning into the sensation, his breathing growing ragged.
"Mak," Zaki groaned, his voice filled with need. "What are we doing?"
"We're... connecting," Kak Zainab murmured, her breath hot against his ear as she guided him closer. "We're making up for lost time."
With a trembling hand, she pulled aside the soaked fabric of her panties, revealing her glistening pussy. The sight of his mother's wetness added to Zaki's arousal, making his cock twitch in her hand. She began to rub his fat mushroom tip against her exposed folds, spreading her juices over Zaki's sensitive cock head. The feeling was indescribable, that had them both panting with need.
Kak Zainab gasped as she felt the tip of Zaki's cock push against her entrance. The anticipation was unbearable, and she didn't want to delay the inevitable anymore . Her hips bucked, urging him to penetrate her, and with a low groan, he gave in, sliding the head of his cock into her tight, waiting pussy. Both froze for a moment, the reality of what they were doing crashing over them in a wave of pleasure and guilt.
But it was too intense to resist. Kak Zainab wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she pulled him deeper. Zaki's cock filled her completely, stretching her. The feeling exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl. "Zaki," she moaned, her voice a desperate whisper.
Zaki's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he fought against his body's natural instincts. He didn't want this to be wrong, but it felt too right. His mother's pussy was the promise land, as her juices coated his shaft as he began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, he thrust into her, his cock sliding in and out in a steady rhythm that had both mother and son panting.
Kak Zainab's nails dug into the flesh of his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she urged him deeper. The sound of their bodies coming together, the slap of flesh against flesh, was muffled by the roar of the waterfall. She felt a strange mix of emotions – love, lust, and guilt all swirling together into a heady cocktail of passion. "Oh, Zaki," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Zaki's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers. He saw the desire in her eyes, the hunger that matched his own. He knew he should stop, and knew that this was wrong on so many levels. But the feel of her wet warmth, and the way she arched her back to meet his every thrust, was too much. He gave in, his cock sliding in and out of her with an intensity that took his breath away.
Kak Zainab's eyes were half-closed by then, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The taboo nature of their union only added to the excitement, pushing her closer to the edge with every plunge. She felt his cock thicken even more inside her, stretching her to her limits. "Zaki, oh my God, yes," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more.
Zaki's face a picture of rapture and disbelief, his mother's tight pussy was clenching around his cock like a vice. He pushed into her harder, his hips moving faster as he chased his own orgasm.
Kak Zainab's moans grew louder as she felt Zaki hit the deepest part of her, his cock head nudging against the entrance to her womb. The pain was exquisite, a delicious agony that had her writhing beneath him. She felt full and alive. She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightening around his waist as she approached her own climax.
Zaki's eyes widened as he felt her cervix, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body. He had never been with a woman who could take him this deep, and the realization that it was his mother only added to the intensity. He groaned, his hips moving faster as he pounded into her, the slap of their bodies echoing in the secluded area of the waterfall.
Kak Zainab's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain. It was intense, so primal. The sensation of being pummeled by her own son against the entrance to her womb was almost too much to bear. She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, as she climbed closer and closer to her peak.
Zaki's thrusts grew more urgent, his cock swelling even more as the sensation was a mix of agony and ecstasy that had him on the brink of his own release. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "Mak! i can't hold it much longer."
Kak Zainab's nails dugged into his back as he hit her cervix, the pain was exquisite, with waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm approaching like a freight train, the pressure growing with every thrust. "Yes! Zaki!" she panted, "keep going my son!"
As if on cue, Zaki's cock began to pulse, as ropes and ropes of cum shot directly into her womb. Kak Zainab's own climax hit her, her body arching off the blanket as she screamed his name. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him to the bone as she shuddered with pleasure.
Suddenly the realization of what they had done hit her like a sledgehammer. Her mind reeled with the thought of carrying her son's child, the very essence of his masculinity growing inside her womb. It was wrong, so wrong, but didn't matter. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and awe. "Zaki," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Zaki stared down at her, still buried deep inside her, his own mind racing with the same disturbing thought. He had never been so close to losing control, so close to crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. The guilt was crushing, but the pleasure was still amazing, leaving him weak and trembling. "Mak," he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I didn't mean for it to go this far."
Kak Zainab's eyes searched his, seeing the turmoil in his gaze. She knew he was torn, that he was fighting against the very instincts that had driven him to fuck her. But she also knew that he had enjoyed it, that the taboo had only made it more intense. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the roar of the waterfall. "It just happened."
Zaki's eyes searched hers, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "But what if...what if I've made you pregnant?" His voice was filled with fear and uncertainty.
Kak Zainab took a deep breath, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "If it's Allah's will, then it's a gift," she murmured, her voice filled with a surprising calmness. "We'll deal with it, together."
Zaki's eyes searched hers, a mix of fear and hope in his gaze. He didn't know how he felt about the possibility of her carrying his child. It was a thought that had never crossed his mind before, and yet here they were, tangled together on a picnic blanket, her pussy still pulsing around his softening cock. "But, Mak," he began, his voice trembling.
"Shh," Kak Zainab soothed, her hand still cupping his cheek. "If it's meant to be, it will be. And if it is," she took a deep breath, her eyes shining with a fierce determination, "it will be a gift from Allah." She pulled him down for a tender kiss, tasting the saltiness of their shared passion.
Zaki's heart raced as he kissed her back, feeling the warmth of her love and acceptance. The guilt was still there, but it was overshadowed by the intense connection they had just shared. He didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, all he knew was that he didn't want to let her go.
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