The night was cool and dark, with a gentle breeze blowing through the curtains of the hotel room that Kak Zainab and her son Irfan were occupying for the weekend. As they lay there naked, clothes scattered on the floor beside the bed, both of them felt a sense of wrongness at what they were doing. But it felt so good, so right, as their bodies intertwined in a taboo embrace.
Kak Zainab straddled her 14-year-old boy atop the mattress, her hijab and niqab cast aside in a heap with her bra and panties. Irfan's school uniform pants and Renoma briefs had joined the pile. Now mother and son were one, connected in the most intimate way possible as she impaled herself on his young, virile manhood from behind.
"Oh Irfan," she panted, gazing over her shoulder at him with a haunted, ecstatic expression. "Thank you dear God for granting me this opportunity...to feel my son's thick cock inside me!"
Irfan could only moan in response, eyes rolling back in his head as his mother bounced on top of him with wild abandon. Her pussy engulfed him in slick, rippling heat. He'd never imagine it could feel this amazing. Part of him still screamed that this was wrong. But his eager, throbbing penis had already surrendered to forbidden pleasure.
Lost in a lustful haze, Kak Zainab slammed her wide hips down again and again, taking Irfan to the hilt. The wet slap of flesh filled the room. Rapture built to a crescendo within them both. Neither expected what happened next as their bodies betrayed them, reproductive organs twitching and pulsing in unison.
"Oh Allah!" Kak Zainab wailed as a mind-melting orgasm crashed through her. "I'm cumming! My boy, you're making your Umi cum!"
"Umi! U-miii, I'm...I'm cumming too!" Irfan gasped, his voice cracking. His youthful cock jerked and spasmed inside her, erupting in thick spurts deep in her hungry womb.
As their mutual climax peaked, a universe of stars exploded behind Kak Zainab's eyes. The intensity was blinding. Her son's seed filled her to the brim and she shuddered through aftershocks. Collapsing atop him, Kak Zainab nuzzled the crook of Irfan's neck, savoring the lingering sensation of his still-twitching member softening inside her.
"Umi loves you, my darling boy," she purred. "And now we'll always be one...in body and spirit, no matter what any other says."
They drifted off still joined, a mother and her son lost to taboo's yummy bliss.
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