It was a sweltering Friday evening in KL and the air was thick with anticipation. A group of mothers had gathered at their son's dormitory at the Pulapol police academy for their weekly Isyak prayer together. The sons, all strapping young cadets in training, greeted their mothers with respectful smiles and warm embraces. But the mothers' eyes were hungry, their gazes lingering on their sons' athletic bodies, barely concealed by thin fabric.
Under the colorful Malay sarongs and snug-fitting baju melayu, sizable bulges hinted at the young men's assets. T-shirts clung to muscular chests and arms. The mothers exchanged knowing looks, a unspoken plan passing between them.
After the prayer ended, the sons began to settle in for the night. But the mothers had other ideas. "Let's have some family bonding time," one suggested coyly. The sons looked puzzled but agreed. Soon, the main door clicked shut and locked with an ominous finality.
"W-what are you doing, Mak? Stop this!" one son protested as skilled hands began to tug at his clothes. But he was no match for his mother's hunger. She batted his weak protests aside like a fly. "Shh, let Mama take care of you," she cooed.
Suddenly, the dorm erupted in a flurry of fabric and flesh. Sarongs, shirts, and undergarments flew in all directions, piling up on the floor. The sons' eyes went wide with shock as their mothers pounced, shedding their own clothes with frantic haste.
Matronly mouths engulfed young cocks, slurping and sucking noisily. The sons whimpered and moaned, delirious with sensation. "Ibu! Ahhh, buat apa ni, jangan!" they gasped, but their mothers just giggled. They mounted their sons with wild abandon, impaling themselves on those glorious shafts.
"Ohhh, such a good boy!" one mother squealed in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as her son's member plowed her sopping wetness. "Mama loves you so much!" Her cries mingled with the other sons' guttural groans.
For hours, the dorm rang with the sounds of incestuous rutting. Mothers' bodies bounced and jiggled, sweat flying as they rode their sons hard. The young men were lost to the pleasure, their minds short-circuiting from the skillful milking of their mothers' hungry cunts.
By dawn, the mothers were thoroughly satisfied, sitting atop their spent sons. They kissed them tenderly. "Sleep now, dear. Mama loves you," they cooed. The sons could only whimper in response, their minds shattered, balls drained. As the sun rose, the mothers slipped out - until next week's prayer session.
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