Sexual orientation :
Family Fun ( ADesi Story)
Mumtaz Ahmed moaned softly into her husband's mouth as he skinned
the tight, silk panties she was wearing down over her slim, girlish
hips. She had been looking forward to this since lunchtime when she
began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex. It had been
hell at work, trying to stop herself staring at every tight, male
bulge that walked past, and her pussy had been wet and tingly all
Now a young-looking thirty-four, Mumtaz had always been a very
highly sexed woman, even in her teens. This had of course attracted
many boyfriends, but only her husband, Mushtaq had been able to
regularly satisfy her lustful cravings. They were two peas in a pod,
and sex between them had always been fast, furious and frequent.
"Are you sure the kids are asleep, Mushtaq?" whispered Mumtaj ,
her long, slim fingers around her husband's rapidly lengthening cock.
"Yeah, don't worry honey." he replied, squeezing her breasts with
one hand. "Salmaan went to bed hours ago. He's got that big game
tomorrow, he'll be dreaming about the big touchdown by now, babe."
Mumtaz pulled gently up and down on his stiff joint, rubbing her
thumb up over the fat, purple head.
"What about Faiza?" she moaned as his hands caressed her tingling
"Faiza's light was on, but you know how she always falls asleep
reading. Right now honey, all I'm interested in is this hot little
pussy of yours"
Opening her thighs, Mumtaz let his other hand have free access to
her cunt and moaned loudly as his fingers cupped her sex, slipping
inside the tight, juicy slit with practiced ease.
"Mmmmmmmm! Yeah, that feels so good!", murmured Mumtaj , as she
hunched her slick pussy up around her husband's fingers. "Ooooh,
Mushtaq, I need fucking so badly! Don't waste too much time, I'm
Indeed she was.. as soon as Mushtaq's fingers entered his wife's
flooded pussy, a veritable stream of warm, fragrant cunt juices
bathed his hand and her fluttering vaginal muscles nibbled
delightfully at his fingers.
"Jesus Christ, baby you're hot!.... and your pussy's so wet!"
Mushtaq whispered, inserting a third stiff digit into his wife's
"Fuck me then! Stick it in and fuck me hard! I want your big,
fat cock baby!"
Mumtaz rolled onto her back and spread her legs, pulling her
husband's rigid prick into her seething snatch like a woman
possessed. Spurred on by Mumtaj 's obvious desperate need, Mushtaq
no more time in driving his huge cock into the tender, delicate,
hungering flesh of his wife's cunt. Her long, tapered legs swept
higher, capturing her husband's powerful body, her heels locked just
above the crack of his ass, giving her the added leverage she needed.
Mushtaq felt the walls of his wife's pussy spread apart, moulding
around his invading cock like a glove as he slid easily into her, his
mighty shaft impaling her hot little snatch until his balls came to
rest against her pinkly puckered asshole.
"Arhhhhhhgghhh! Jesus! Oh, God you're hot and sweet baby" he
gasped, as her clinging flesh enveloped his prick.
"FUCK! OOOOOOH, DO IT! FUCK ME, BABY!" whimpered Mumtaj , screwing
herself urgently up against him so that her clit rubbed deliciously
against the shaft of his cock.
Mushtaq braced himself with both hands and pulled out of his wife's
sucking hole, only to plow back down into her tightness again with
added force, thrusting in and out with all his strength.
"OH! OOHH! FUCK, YES! That's it! Throw that hot pussy up at me
baby!" he grunted, ramming his thick cock into her eagerly upthrust
Mumtaz bucked her ass up off the bed in time with Mushtaq's savage
thrusts, moaning with pleasure at each deep penetration.
"Unnnnnggghhh! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Oh, baby! That it! Yes, harder!
OHHHH, YESSSSS!" she squealed. Both husband and wife were completely
engrossed in their energetic lovemaking, oblivious to all but their
own bodies in their frantic search for sexual release.
Mushtaq had been quite wrong when he had assumed that their children
were all asleep. In fact, Faiza, their youngest daughter was still
wide awake. At fourteen, Faiza was the baby of the family, a slim,
pretty brunette with a compact little body and tits that any fully
grown woman would be proud of. She had been reading in bed, but the
storyline was beginning to bore her a little so she decided to go get
a midnight snack from the refrigerator.
Stepping into the corridor, Faiza began to tiptoe towards the
kitchen, careful not to wake the rest of the household at this late
hour. As she did so, a muffled noise caught her ear. It was coming
from her parent's room down the hall, and sounded like someone was
moaning in pain. Concerned that something was wrong, the young girl
turned and hurried towards the source of the strange sounds.
As she moved closer, the noise became louder, until Faiza could
clearly make out the sound of muted voices, voices punctuated by
peculiar groans. A naughty shudder of adolescent curiosity alerted
the young teenager's senses as she stopped outside her parent's
bedroom. There it was again, louder this time. Faiza stepped nearer
and pressed her ear against the door.
"Mushtaq...Oh God ...OooohHhhh.. Yessss Mushtaq, Fuck me!.... Harder!
..Unngh!" It was her mother's voice and it was obvious what they were
doing. Faiza continued to listen with bated breath, letting the air
seep from her lungs when she could no longer contain it. Suddenly her
father's deep, throaty baritone drifted through to her from the room
within. "Yes! Jesus, honey, throw that gorgeous cunt to me like that
and I'll fill it full of hot, thick cum!"
Faiza's heart skipped a beat and her young cunt moistened at the
sound of her father's obscene suggestion. She knew what the words
meant, but this was the first time she had heard them used with such
profound feeling. It made her pussy crawl. Faiza's pulse began to
quicken as the sounds of the salacious dialogue etched themselves
permanently on her impressionable young mind. She simply had to see
for herself. Kneeling before the door, Faiza peeked eagerly through
She gasped aloud. The sight that greeted the excited young girl's
eye literally took her breath away. Her mouth became suddenly dry and
her heart thumped in her chest as she gaped at the incredibly lewd
scene before her. Faiza had a completely, unhampered view of the bed
where her parents lay. Both were stark naked. Her mother was lying
on her back in the middle of the bed with her legs raised and spread
widely, her slender calves locked tightly around her husband's waist
as he pumped his huge, thick organ into her quivering belly.
Faiza gasped again as she caught sight of her father's long stiff
shaft sliding in and out between her mother's widely spread cuntlips.
She could see its throbbing length glistening with her mother's
juices as it moved in and out like some great piston. It looked
absolutely enormous! She had seen her father's cock several times
before, but it was always much smaller, never like this. She couldn't
believe it! The incredible size of her fathers prick sent
unexplainable shivers though her awakening pussy, as she stared at
it, totally enthralled, like a tiny mouse hypnotized by a snake.
With every stroke, it withdrew until even the fat bloated tip was
visible, before suddenly pumping down again into her mothers' bucking
cunt. How could she take such a huge thing without it tearing her
asunder? Yet, Faiza could see that her mother was obviously enjoying
it immensely! The young teenager was confused... extremely
excited... but equally confused. Although she wasn't sexually active
yet, Faiza wasn't a virgin either. Last summer, she had let Rashid
go all the way in the woods off Begum Road on their way home
from school. Rashid was tall and handsome and sixteen, and Faiza had
had a crush on him for some time.
When Rashid had kissed her, Faiza's legs simply melted and it
wasn't long before he had her pants around her ankles and his cock
in her virgin cunt. It had hurt at first, but just as she was
starting to enjoy it, Rashid had pulled out and sprayed her belly with
white, sticky cum. She'd thought Russell's cock had been big at the
time, but now, looking at her father's mighty organ, she knew she'd
Her young voluptuous body had unconsciously begun to prickle
sensuously, reviving all of the excitement she took such careful
precautions to hide whenever the rest of the family was around. Faiza
stared through the tiny hole, and watched the muscles on the insides
of her mother's lightly tanned thighs flex tightly as she thrust her
ravenous cunt up to absorb the full length of her husband's
As she stared open-mouthed, her father's glistening cock stabbed
repeatedly in and out of her mother's creamy hole in rapid-fire
succession, causing Faiza to whimper softly in passionate empathy.
Her mother began to moan loudly, mouthing filth at her lover
again.... exciting filth that Faiza's young ears wanted desperately
"Unnnhhh! Unnnhh! Fuck meee! Yes, fuck me hard you big bastard!
Christ, what a cock! Jesus I love your cock! Uhhhhhggggghhhh!" Spasms
of erotic sensation rippled through the precocious fourteen year old
as she continued to watch, glued to the incredible scene. One of her
hands drifted up to caress the plump, roundness of her young tits as
she watched and listened to the provocative sounds of her parents
Her other hand crept down under the waistband of her panties to the
prominent mound of her pussy, and began to stroke the moist,
adolescent slit. She had been masturbating since she was twelve, and
knew exactly how to get the most pleasure from her horny little hole
once it was aroused. First, she ran a finger between the lips of her
slit to moisten it, then rubbed the liquid in and around the folds of
her cunt until it was all slippery. Then she took her clit gently
between two fingers and rubbed it lightly, thrilling at the
delightfully lewd sensations it sent through her easily excited young
Though she had experienced intercourse only the one time, it was
enough to give her knowledge of the delights of sex, and she began
to wish desperately that she had a boy with her now. She wanted to
fuck! She wanted to feel a cock inside her again! "Mmmmmmuhhhh!
Ungggggghhhh! Ummmmmmmmmm!" moaned Faiza, probing a second stiff
finger deep into her drooling pussy, trying to imitate the rigid cock
she so desperately desired. "Ooooh, Russ! Daddy!... Anybody!... ",
she whispered, her wide young eyes glued to the junction of her
mother's frothy, pink-lipped cunt, and her father's pistoning prick.
The youngster's hips writhed and twisted as she finger-fucked
herself to the rhythm of her parent's noisy coupling, moving her cunt
in tight, sharp little circles as she had when Rashid had jammed his
stiff young prong deep into her virgin cunt for the first time. In
the heated lust of her approaching climax, Faiza closed her eyes and
imagined it was her wonderful, handsome father who was fucking her
tight, little-girl cunt with his big cock, instead of her own tiny
fingers. In her mind's eye, she was the one bucking and mewling under
his heaving body... not her mother. The incestuous fantasy was
suddenly too much for the young girl. "Oooooooh! Fuck ME Daddy! Fuck
ME! Fuck Fuck Fuuuuuuuck!", she whimpered quietly as her little cunt
creamed around her pumping fingers.
Wracking spasms overtook her young body, causing Faiza to slump
back onto her haunches. She pressed both hands between her slender
adolescent thighs as her climax faded. Pleasurable though her orgasm
was, Faiza had become so excited watching her mother and father fuck,
she was far from satisfied....
She returned her eye to the keyhole, staring at her father's
gleaming prick as it slammed repeatedly into her mother's hot, gaping
cunt. Faiza continued to rub her throbbing clit, teasing and rubbing
the swollen little bud until she once again she exploded in orgasm,
pumping two fingers deep up into her frothy little cunt as she jerked
and bucked in adolescent ecstasy.
As the intense pleasure faded, feelings of shame and guilt
replaced them and Faiza crept silently back to her room, not even
waiting to watch the completion of her parents lovemaking. Safely
inside her room, the young girl slipped under the bedcovers and tried
to fall asleep. But her mind was full of wild thoughts. It worried
her that she had really been turned on by the thought of being fucked
by her own father!
Was she sick or depraved or something? She didn't know, but what
she did know, was that tonight had awakened something inside of her,
something sensual, and she was determined to experiment some more. It
was nice to masturbate, she decided, but when she remembered how her
father's cock had looked, and how Rashid's cock had felt just
before he pulled it out of her, Faiza had to know what it was like to
cum like she did tonight, but this time with a big, stiff cock
filling her pussy, pumping out gallons of hot, sticky jism, making
her come until she fainted from sheer pleasure.
Her mother had made sure that she was on the pill as soon as she
started high school, so the way was clear with no worries about
getting pregnant. She needed someone, but who? All the boys she knew
at school were just that, boys! Once they had fucked a girl, the
whole school knew. Damn, the whole neighbourhood knew! Besides, if
Rashid was anything to go by, it would all be over in two
seconds flat anyway. She thought of her father again. Naw, she was
dreaming, he wouldn't fuck his own daughter! It had to be someone
else, someone available, someone who wouldn't blab.
She thought of her brother, Salmaan , who was only a year older than
herself. He was always sneaking looks between her legs at her panties
when she lay on the living room floor watching television or giving
her a 'brotherly' pat on the ass when she came out of the shower, but
his eyes nearly bugged out of his head sometimes when she wore her
skimpy black bikini. He acted tough, but Faiza doubted if he'd ever
had his cock inside any of the numerous, giggling girls who seemed to
follow him around.
He did have a cute body though, she mused. Salmaan played football
and she had to admit that more than once, she had admired his firm,
muscular behind as he paraded around the house in those tight-fitting
shorts of his. Come to think of it, the bulge in his pants reminded
her of her father! 'I wonder if his cock is just as big?', she
thought, surprised at her own shamelessness. A shiver of uncontrolled
lust sped up and down her spine as she tried to picture his erect
She remembered once when she had entered the bathroom, only to
find her brother stark naked, towelling himself dry. He never locked
the door and Faiza suspected that it was intentional, and he was
actually hoping that Mom or herself would walk in on him. His cock
was limp, but Faiza had caught enough of a glance at it to realize
that when aroused, it would be quite a formidable weapon. She had
quickly apologized and retreated from the room, but not before she
had seen the sly smile on his face. Faiza shivered again trying to
Then there was Syed. He was her best friend Masooda's
current boyfriend. Masooda and Syed were both sixteen and had been
dating steadily for almost six months now. He was good-looking, tall
and slim, and from what Masooda had boasted one night when she was a
little tipsy, he was a real stud! No, she couldn't fuck her best
friend's boyfriend. It wouldn't be right!
Then the answer suddenly struck her! Fazal ! Fazal was their
next door neighbour. He was nineteen, five-eight, muscular without
being muscle-bound, coal-black hair, dark piercing eyes and above
all... CUTE!! He had moved in next door about two years ago and
lived with his mother, Sahiba and his twin sister Saloni. Saloni had
often come over to babysit her and Salmaan when Mom and Dad went out.
'Yes! He was perfect! But how could she get his attention?' she
thought. 'Of course! He sometimes cleans our pool for Dad. If I could
only arrange to be alone with him for a few hours!' As Faiza schemed,
a devilish smile began to form on the pretty young girl's face, a
smile tinged with anticipated lust as she carefully planned Fazal 's
seduction. But as she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts returned to
her father, and vivid, incestuous images began to fill her mind as
she began to dream....
In her dream, her father loomed above her, kneeling between her
widely spread thighs, holding his impossibly huge cock in both hands.
Beside him stood her mother and brother, also completely naked.
Salmaan 's cock was a mirror image of his father's... long and stiff,
and very, very big. Faiza groaned apologetically towards her mother
as her father lunged forward and pressed the tip of his cock into her
slit. "I'm sorry Mom! I'm really sorry, but I can't help myself!",
she whimpered. Her voice sounded strange and distorted. Her mother
looked down at her and smiled wickedly, her face a distorted
caricature of pure lust.
"Don't worry, baby! I don't mind! I've got all I can handle right
here!" she said, wrapping her fingers lovingly around her son's
massive prick. Salmaan responded by squeezing his mothers's firm,
tits and then sliding his hand down over her belly until his fingers
disappeared inside her wet, hairy cunt.
"But Mom, Salmaan 's your own son!!", cried Faiza helplessly as she
watched her mother lean back and place the tip of Salmaan 's immense
between the open lips of her cunt.
"I know honey, but he sure can fuck, you should try him sometime!"
Faiza gaped in disbelief as her mother thrust forwards, impaling
herself fully on her brother's rock-hard prick. At the same time, she
felt her father's impossible organ penetrate her own tight little
hole. Faiza screamed as it entered her, but not in pain, because
surprisingly, in her dream, it was the most pleasurable sensation she
had ever felt. As the fantasy swirled and dissolved, she heard her
mother screaming too, an identical replica of her own guttural cry of
Faiza woke slowly as the sunlight streaming through her bedroom
window crept down the wall and onto her closed eyelids. She yawned and
stretched her limbs, recalling the blurred events of the night before
and in doing so the incredible dream she'd had. It was fantastic, but
she had really enjoyed it and the crotch of her panties was still wet
to prove it!
Then she remembered her plan, and jumped eagerly out of bed to put
it into action. Throwing on a robe, Faiza made her way down the hall
the bathroom. The door was ajar, so she went straight on in, and as
turned from locking the door, a masculine voice startled her. "Hi,
Sis!" It was her brother, he'd done it again! But Faiza was determined
not to be humiliated this time. Turning towards him, she smiled her
most alluring smile. "Finished with the shower, Salmaan ?", she asked
"Yeah sure Sis, go right ahead." he replied, towelling his wet hair
dry. Salmaan was naked, and, as usual, taking great pleasure in
himself in front of his younger sister. He smiled back at her, fully
expecting the young girl to flee from the room at any moment. Faiza
didn't move, instead she stared openly at her brother's body, taking a
more than passing, sisterly interest. He was so sure of himself, she
couldn't resist a little joke at his expense.
"Ooooh! I know what that is!", she cried, pointing at her brother's
limp cock. "Yeah, what?", asked Salmaan hopefully. "It's just like a
prick, only smaller!", she replied, unable to keep from laughing at
stunned look on her brother's face. He frowned for a second but then a
smile crossed his handsome features as he joined in the joke. "You're
right! I've been swindled!" he laughed, looking down at his flaccid
organ. Feeling a little embarrassed, Salmaan asked his sister if she
wanted him to leave while she showered.
"Only if you want too, brother dear!", she replied, sounding much
bolder than she felt as she began to remove her clothes. Now it was
Salmaan 's turn to stare, he couldn't believe his little sister was
to undress in front of him. Her nubile young breasts sprang free as
pulled off her top and Salmaan could only gape at her firm, ripe
tits. "Jesus!", he moaned under his breath. "Pardon! Did you say
something, Salmaan?", she smiled. "Nnn.. No!", he stuttered, staring
uneasily at her naked flesh.
Faiza was beginning to enjoy exposing herself to her brother's
lustful gaze. She watched him lick his dry, parched lips, his eyes
following her fingers as they slid beneath the waistband of her
panties. She had him wrapped around her little finger! If she had
asked him to kiss her ass, she was sure he would have done so without
even thinking. 'This is going to be easier than I ever imagined', she
thought, peeling the tiny, sheer garment slowly down over her slim,
Salmaan 's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Faiza stepped out of
her panties and stood completely naked before him. He could clearly
the moist, pink slit of her young pussy through the sparse covering of
light brown curls. The boy began to lick his lips unconsciously. "See
something you like, Salmaan?", Faiza laughed. Before he could answer,
she stepped into the shower cubicle and closed the door, leaving her
brother panting like a puppy outside.
Faiza purposely left the shower door open a few inches so that her
brother would be able to see her as she showered. She felt excitingly
wicked, and suddenly realized that not only did she like sex, she also
liked it when men looked at her the way Salmaan had just done. It
her on more than she would have admitted, even to herself. The hot,
stinging jets of water refreshed her young body as she soaped it all
over, paying particular attention to her firm, pointed breasts.
Out of the corner of her eye, Faiza could see her brother looking
at her through the opening, and turned slightly so that he could get a
better view. Pretending not to notice that he was still there, Faiza
began to spread the soapy lather down over her firm belly and between
her legs. She could have sworn she heard a moan as her fingers began
to rub the creamy foam along the insides of her glistening young
Salmaan was transfixed with wonder. He had always thought that his
younger sister had a cute pair of tits, and now he was actually
watching her spread soap all over them! As she moved her hands lower,
he moaned softly, watching her rub her fingers gently between her
'Christ! I'd love to do that for her!' he thought, moving a little
closer to the door. His cock was beginning to grow of it's own accord
and his right hand moved automatically to grasp the stiffening organ
Faiza saw her brother's fingers encircle his prick and begin to
move it back and forth. 'God! He's actually going to jack off!' The
thought sent a deep, peculiar thrill through her pussy which was
already becoming aroused by the movement of her soapy fingers. The
knowledge that her naked body had such an immediate effect on her own
brother was immensely exciting and she felt a powerful surge of lust
flash through her young loins. She wanted to masturbate in front of
too! Her pussy lips parted as Faiza inserted a soapy finger into her
heated slit. All the time her eyes were fixed on Salmaan 's fist-
Moving so that she was facing the partly opened door, Faiza
directed the shower nozzle so that the warm spray fell directly on her
pussy mound, and leant back against the tiled wall, slowly spreading
her creamy thighs until the lips of her cunt parted and a steady
of water invaded the hot, wet, crevice. "Ooooooooohhh!", she moaned
loudly. It was a deep guttural moan, and Salmaan 's fist began to
faster up and down the thickening shaft of his prick as he heard his
sister groan in such obvious pleasure. He could see the dark, inner
lips of her pussy now and the tiny hole beneath her clitoris, which he
knew would be tight and hot. His cock was throbbing and jerking in his
hand, and Salmaan knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer
Faiza stared with admiration at her brother's cock and inserted a
long slim finger into her moistening pussy. It certainly had grown a
lot since she had first seen it. In fact, it was huge! Easily as big
as her father's had been the night before! The sight of her brother's
long, stiff cock pumping powerfully between his clenched fingers was
beginning to effect the girl immensely and she became acutely aware of
her swollen, gently throbbing clitoris. She ran a finger back and
over the hard little bundle of nerves as she watched her brother
working his fist up and down his stiff prick with considerably more
Faiza was completely absorbed by the lascivious situation, totally
turned on. She wanted him to come with her, to spurt his jism at the
same time her own pussy creamed, but she had to see his face when he
came. So, throwing caution to the wind, Faiza turned off the shower
with a trembling hand, slid the door open fully.
Salmaan 's initial surprise stopped his jerking hand for only a
But as he saw the look of undisguised lust on his sister's pretty
features, some of his earlier bravado returned. With an uncertain
smile, he sat back against the hand basin and resumed jerking his
enormous hard-on with strong, lengthy strokes. His eyes took in her
young beauty which was made all the more appealing by her obvious
of sexual arousal. The nipples of her nicely rounded tits stood out
like little pink strawberries against the darker aureoles, and tiny
beads of water still clung to her creamy flesh.
As Salmaan watched breathlessly, Faiza's fingers continuously stroked
and parted the small, almost, hairless lips of her pussy, delving
inside only momentarily before gently massaging the hard, sensitive
bud at the top of her little pink slit. "Man, that's something to
see!" muttered Salmaan , "You sure do look pretty when you're all
like that, Faiza." "Oh, Salmaan , I've been so damn horny all
she moaned. "Me too Sis! Just look at this!", said her brother,
wiggling his fully erect cock at her.
"Ooooh, Golly! Did I do that? It looks so biiiiiig!", giggled Faiza
in a false, little-girl voice, pretending to be surprised. "Cut it
out, Sis! You damn well know you did. I nearly creamed when you
to play with yourself. Jesus, what a turn on!" "Well it IS big," said
Faiza, "almost as big as Daddy's!" "Whaaat! When have you ever seen
Dad's cock like this?" he asked accusingly, holding the massive shaft
towards her. "Last night. He and Mom were going at it in their room
and I... I sort of saw them."
"Yeah, sure! Spied on them more like it... you randy little cunt!",
a conspiratorial smile crossed his handsome features as he asked the
next question. "Did you see much?... I mean... What were they actually
doing, Faiza?" "I'll tell you later. Right now I thing we've both got
some urgent business to attend to before somebody catches us, don't
you?", she gasped, nodding towards his momentarily forgotten dick.
"Yeah, sure! I'm with you Sis!" They both laughed at the implications
of his last comment.
Faiza raised one of her legs for him so that her pussy was fully
exposed. The light brown bush of pubic fluff, amazingly developed for
girl so young, curled lushly at base of her belly. She looked into his
eyes, knowing that her brother would be able to stare straight into
scarlet-lipped slit running down the center of her cunt, and that the
sight would arouse him all the more. Salmaan moved closer. "Look at
she whispered, becoming totally swept up in the passion she had helped
to engender between them. "Watch me making love to myself! Oooooh, do
it to yourself at the same time and we'll come together!"
Salmaan watched as his little sister's fingers began to move up and
down between the puffy, wet lips of her young gash. The sight was
incredible! He had never seen a girls pussy that looked so neat, so
delicious, so fucking edible, the delicate female flesh glistened
as she squeezed the increasingly moist folds between her fingers. The
entire area was covered with the clear oil which her lusty arousal had
Looking up he became aware that her own gaze was directed towards
his fist full of hard fuck-muscle. "I bet this is what Dad's cock
like when he's shoving it up Mom's cunt!", he grunted, wrapping his
palm around the thick shaft and plunging his hips towards her, fucking
into his hand. Faiza felt a spasm of pleasure fire he loins as she
watched her brother's graphic demonstration. "Yessss! Just like
she moaned, picturing her father's cock stabbing into her mother's
as it had last night.
The young boy saw the look on his sister's face when he mentioned
their parents and decided to follow it up since it obviously turned
on something fierce. "Yeah," he whispered stepping closer, "and I bet
it really fills Mom's cunt 'til she screams!" Faiza was beside herself
with pleasure as her hand moved feverishly around in her juicy
cuntflesh. Her brother's words had unleashed the fantasies of her
dreams and accelerated her rapid rise towards blessed relief.
Salmaan was in control once more. He watched his sister writhe in
sexual abandon as he slowly pumped on his cock, keeping it nice and
hard. He looked at her fingers slithering like snakes over her slick,
red flesh as her back began to arch with pleasure. Faiza was moaning
softly, engrossed in her fantasy fuck. "Ohhhhh! Mmmmmhhhhhh!
Arrhhhmmmmmm!" Emboldened by her lust, Salmaan moved into the stall
stood in front of her. His pulse raced as he felt the animal heat
emanating from her body. He wondered how far she would let him go if
felt her up.
Still working his left hand over his rigid prick, Salmaan reached out
tentatively with his right and cupped one of his sister's jiggling
tits. She didn't seem to notice straight away, so he began to squeeze
and caress the soft, firm flesh. Faiza's eyes opened slowly as she
stared at her brother through a passion clouded haze. In her present
condition she wouldn't have cared who was touching her. "Ohhhhh,
Yessss!", she groaned, pressing her breasts against his hand. Salmaan
couldn't believe it! She wanted him to touch her. Christ!! This was
outta' sight! He had to feel her cunt!
Reluctantly taking his hand from her luscious little breast, Salmaan
slid it down over the curve of her belly and joined hers in Faiza's
slick, heated slit. She moaned again, humping forwards. This time her
hips pressed against his hand, trapping it between their bodies.
cock was firmly wedged up against his little sister's belly, twitching
in delight at the electrifying contact with her soft, warm flesh. "Oh,
Salmaan nnnyyy!" she whimpered, grasping hold of the throbbing organ
pressing against her belly.
Salmaan groaned with delight as her slim fingers closed around his
cock. They were so small that they didn't quite meet around the
huge girth. "Oh, Mmmmmmm yes! Sis, that feel's nice!" he breathed into
her ear, "Move you fingers up and down!" Faiza did as she was
instructed, although more by instinct than by command. Her brother's
fingers felt good inside her cunt, even better than her own had, and
she loved the way he went straight for her sensitive little nub of a
clitoris. "Yesss! Oh, fuck yes! Salmaan nny, play with my clit!" The
young teenager was desperate now, and her brother's fingers were just
what she needed. She was so close!
Her brother was nearly there too, the combination of fingering his
sister's wet little cunt and having her jerk on his dick, was just too
much for him. Although he ached to stick his cock into her juicy
cunt, he thought better of it. That would be going too far! The
forbidden taboo of incest still had a strong influence, even in his
highly aroused state. "I'mmm nnearly thhhhere, Salmaan", whimpered
Faiza, pulling in his cock like a little demon, sliding her fingers
expertly up and down the full length. "Me too Faiza! Oh, fuck Sis! I
love you!" Feeling the climactic surge mounting in his balls, Salmaan
churned his fingers more rapidly in the girl's flooded snatch, pumping
his fingers into her tight, wet hole as deeply as he could.
"Yessss! Oh, fuck me Salmaan! Fuck me with your fingers! Fuck me with
your cock! Ooooo! Christ, I'm cummming!. Faiza bit down on her bottom
lip to stop from screaming out her orgasm, as wave after wave of pure
pleasure coursed through her seething twat. Salmaan hardly heard his
sister's pleading moans as his own climax crashed down on him. His
jerked and bucked in Faiza's hand like a crazy animal and finally,
powerful jets of hot, thick love-cream began to spurt against her
Faiza lunged furiously against her brother's hand until the intense
spasms began to fade, leaving a dull, satisfying warmth pervading her
loins. She felt his hot, sticky sperm on her skin, running down
between their bodies to mingle with the girl-cum in her quivering
pussy. Salmaan hugged his sister tightly against his muscular chest
own orgasm faded. His cock, still surprisingly hard, nudged against
top of her cunt, Faiza's trembling fingers still wrapped tightly
its massive circumference.
Instinctively, Faiza maneuvered the tip of her brother's cock until
it pressed between the lips of her pussy. The sudden, exquisite
brought a simultaneous moan of pleasure from them both. Salmaan was
himself with lust by now. Little sister or not, she obviously wanted
it, and he desperately needed a fuck, otherwise he was gonna be as
horny as a ten-peckered billy-goat all day long. Salmaan was just
hunch forwards and bury his cock in her inviting little cunt when a
sudden knock on the door scared them both half to death.
"Come on in there! Breakfast's nearly ready!" yelled their mother.
They sprang apart like two scalded cats. Salmaan dressed hastily and
without looking back at his sister. Faiza turned on the tap and
her shower, a sly smile forming on her lips as she washed her
semi-congealed cum off her little tanned belly. 'Things certainly
wouldn't be boring around here from now on!' she thought, her wicked
smile widened broadly.
When Faiza finally made it to the breakfast table, everyone else had
just about finished. Her brother looked up at her sheepishly as she
down. She smiled back and winked, careful not to let anyone else
notice. "Morning!", she chirped, a little too cheerfully. "Hi honey!",
her mother said, "Want some bacon and eggs?" "Sure, thanks Mom.",
replied, glancing over at her brother. Salmaan lowered his eyes and
pretended to be interested in his breakfast.
"What's everybody doing today?", asked Faiza, stuffing a fork full of
bacon and eggs into her mouth. "Well, your father and I are going to
watch Salmaan 's football match and then do a little shopping. Aren't
coming along honey?", replied her mother. "No thanks Mom, I want to
catch up on some reading", lied Faiza, "I might even do a few laps of
the pool if I get bored"
She looked across at Salmaan and caught him staring at her tits. The
low-cut blouse she was wearing certainly succeeded in showing of her
young breasts to full advantage. She knew her body could entice any
red-blooded male she wanted. In the shower with Salmaan had been a
turn on, but they had been interrupted before the final act and now
was even more desperate for a cock. And she was going to get it! Now
to spring the first part of her little plan.
"Daddy, the pool is looking a little dirty. Do you think you could
get Fazal to clean it up a bit. I'd really like to spend some time in
the water this afternoon.", she said in just the right tone to get her
father's attention. "Ok baby, I'll give him a call now." Faiza could
hardly stop from smirking, her plan was working like clockwork.
"Fazal ? Hi! It's Mushtaq.", her father said into the phone,
"Yeah, fine. Ahh, could you come over after lunch and clean the
pool?...Yeah, sure that would be great. Thanks Fazal ! Bye!" "Well
sweetheart, Fazal will be over 'round midday to clean the pool for
So you can really make the most of the afternoon" "Thanks Daddy, I
fully intend to", she said. '... in more ways than one', she thought
After breakfast, Faiza grabbed a book from her room and went out to
the pool. 'Thank God! It IS a little dirty', she thought, sprawling
back on one of the comfortable, lay-back chairs. She started to read,
but her mind wasn't really able to concentrate on the words. Instead,
she contemplated the fun she would have this afternoon. She was deep
thought, when a deep male voice startled her back to reality.
"Hi, Darlin'! You're looking sharp this morning," said her father,
sitting down on the chair opposite her.
"Why thanks, Daddy. You ain't too shabby yourself!" Faiza replied,
putting on a strong southern drawl.
Her father smiled broadly appreciating the excellent imitation. It
was clear that Faiza had inherited Mushtaq's sense of humour, and the
of them had always got on exceptionally well. What neither of them
knew was that Faiza had not only inherited both her parent's
exceptional good-looks, she had also inherited their strong sexual
urges as well.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us to the match, honey?
I'm sure Salmaan would like you to watch him play," said her father.
other time Faiza would have jumped at the chance, some of the guys on
Salmaan 's team were real hunks!
"No thanks, Dad! I really just feel like relaxing today. Maybe next
"Okay hon, you're the boss!"
Mushtaq lay back and admired his youngest daughter. He was completely
aware that she had been growing up this past year, and lately her
budding body had attracted his attention more and more. Mainly
because, like most girls her age, she had started to wear clothes
showed off as much of her developing female charms as possible!
This morning Faiza was wearing her habitual summer costume, a pair
of cutoff blue jeans, but these were cutoffs with a difference. The
legs had been cut so short that the bottom half of her cute little
asscheeks peeked cheekily below the hem. She purposely hadn't bothered
to wear any panties either. Being a red-blooded male, with more than
his fair share of sex-drive, Mushtaq certainly wasn't immune to the
gorgeous sight, and let his eyes wander freely over Faiza's scantily
clad body. Her low-cut top showed off most of her boobs, the large
nipples made enticing little dents in the thin, cotton fabric. Mushtaq
suppressed a frustrated moan of desire as he stared openly at his
deliciously sexy young daughter.
Looking up, Faiza noticed her father's interested gaze and
instinctively opened her slim thighs further apart. She saw him
swallow hard as he finally noticed that she wasn't wearing anything
under her cutoff shorts. His eyes followed the suggestive bulge of her
pubes down to the thin, tightly-stretched strip of denim which passed
between her thighs. It actually pressed into the narrow cleft of her
pussy, between the outer lips. And, sitting at this angle, with her
knees wide apart, it hid very little of her sweet, sexy young snatch.
Mushtaq swallowed again, as his cock began to stir uneasily in his
pants. 'Christ! The little vixen is turning me on, and she knows
it!', Mushtaq thought as he looked up and saw his daughter staring
him. After a few seconds, Faiza lowered her gaze deliberately to his
bulging crotch, admiring the effect that she was having on her father.
His cock was growing at an alarming rate, threatening to burst the
front of his tight shorts. As he began to shift uneasily on the chair
in front of her, Faiza looked up, and with the sexiest voice she could
muster, said; "Something wrong Daddy?".
Her smile told him all he needed to know, and in her sparkling brown
eyes he saw a look he recognized. Mushtaq had seen that look many
before, in his own wife's eyes..... just before he fucked her!
"Ah... n..no, baby!" he stammered, getting to his feet, "I... um...
your mother wants me to drive down to the store and get some stuff to
take with us to the match. I'll... er... I'll see you later, hon!"
Hurriedly, Mushtaq walked towards the car. He had to, before someone
noticed the huge bulge forming inside his shorts. Faiza watched him
She was beginning to like the sudden power she had over men, the
ability to turn them into gibbering idiots at the very sight of her
sexy young body. She had really enjoyed turning her father on like
that. It meant that she was not just a little kid anymore. Even more
importantly, it meant that , to her father, she was just as sexually
desirable as her mother, whom Faiza suddenly, deeply envied.
After Mushtaq left, Mumtaz decided to use the time to get some
done. The house was a mess and being the meticulous person she was, it
annoyed her to see it like that. Her first chore was to collect any
stray dirty clothes from the children's room's, ready for washing.
Faiza's room was spotless of course, not a soiled garment in sight.
as she moved towards Salmaan 's room, she dreaded the mess she knew
find there. Pushing the door open, Mumtaz walked straight in, then
stopped dead in her tracks.
Her son was lying on his bed, naked from the waist down with his
stiff cock in both hands, and he was jerking on it for all he was
worth. Mumtaz gasped in initial surprise, not so much at the sight
his naked organ, or what he was doing, but at the very size of it! It
was huge! She had always been partial to big, plump pricks, and
was one of the biggest she'd ever seen! It was easily as long as her
husband's but looked much thicker. Salmaan was facing the other way,
he was so engrossed in what he was doing he didn't see or hear his
mother enter the room.
Mumtaz was still transfixed at the sight of her son's massive,
throbbing erection. Her feet wouldn't move, and her heart was pumping
like a steam train. She made a low sound in her throat as she watched
his fist pump up and down the huge shaft, her pussy moistening with
instant desire. Salmaan 's eyes were closed tightly, and his hips
rhythmically up and down off the bed, forcing his cock rapidly into
tightly clenched fists. Mumtaz struggled with her conscience, should
follow her motherly instincts and leave, or should she succumb to the
urge building between her legs, and stay.
'Jesus! I can't help myself!', she thought, reaching back to close
the door, 'God help me, but I can't!' Locking the door, Mumtaz moved
carefully towards the bed, feasting her eyes on Salmaan 's cock all
while. She had known naturally that her son was well endowed, it ran
the family, but the sight of his big prick, iron-hard and dark with
passionate arousal, sent a thrill of sensual pleasure coursing inward
from the moist, tingling lips of her pussy.
Mumtaz involuntarily clenched and released her thighs, squeezing the
flesh of her cuntmound together. She did it often when she was
extremely excited, it almost felt like a hand sweeping over the
painfully tender slit.
Pulling up the hem of her dress, Mumtaj 's hand settled automatically
on her snatch, caressing the anguished flesh through the moist fabric
of her panties. She moved to the bed where her son lay, masturbating
"Salmaan!", she whispered.
The youngster gasped and sat bolt upright at the unexpected sound of
his mother's voice.
"Uh! Aaaa... Mom! I... Um... I didn't know you were there!", he
croaked, rosy embarrassment beginning to show on his surprised
He was even more surprised to see his mother's hand underneath her
dress, rubbing her pussy!!!!...............
Mumtaz smiled at the confused look on her son's face. He looked so
"Don't worry darling! I saw what you were doing and it's all
right... really! It's perfectly natural!" muttered Mumtaj , moving
Salmaan stood up, not knowing whether to cover his nakedness or not,
because his mother was staring at his stiff cock like a small kid
ogling a lollipop, all the time working her hand between her slightly
parted legs. He couldn't believe this was happening! It must be a
dream, a wild, fantastic wet dream! His mother came closer to him
until they were only a few feet apart.
Mumtaj 's eyes gazed almost hypnotically at her son's cock, which
protruded magnificently from his muscular thighs. Salmaan stared at
mother stupidly for a few moments, then his eyes dropped to the rest
her voluptuous body.
She wore a light summer dress, tight over her tits, with narrow
straps across her shoulders. It hugged her small waist, then flared
into a full skirt around her hips. It didn't really show off her
very well, except the flawless shape of her firm, uptilted breasts.
tits were naked under the dress, and her nipples pushed out in two
points, outlined against the thin fabric. She was breathing heavily,
her large boobs lifting and falling, tremors moving through her body.
With a shudder, Mumtaz crossed the remaining few steps separating
from her handsome young son. Salmaan made a soft, gulping sound as
came close to him. His mother was so close now, he could feel the heat
emanating from her body. They stood facing each other, with
Salmaan 's head
slightly tilted upwards and her's down. Faiza stared into his eyes
before reaching a tentative hand down between their trembling bodies.
As her fingers wrapped eagerly around his cock, Salmaan began to
with desire... then a look of sudden apprehension crossed his handsome
"Mom! What if someone comes in?", he whispered, a little frightened
now, and completely out of his depth.
"Don't worry, baby. I've locked the door!", said his mother, sliding
her closed fist up and down the full length of his hard, young prick.
"Your father's gone to the store, and Faiza's out by the pool, so
nobody should disturb us for a while. But we'd still better be very,
very quiet. Okay?"
"Uuuuuh! Oooh!... Okay! Sure Mom!", murmured the boy. His virile
young prick began to twitch in his mother's hand.
"Do you like me touching your cock, honey?"
"Yeah! You bet! It's outta sight! Your fingers are so soft and
"God, I can't believe you're so big! This is better than doing it to
yourself, isn't it baby?"
"Christ, yes! You can do this to me any time you want Mom!", he
groaned, humping his cock into her hand.
"Don't worry darling, I intend to", promised Mumtaj , staring at her
son's huge, throbbing erection.
Salmaan groaned, clasping his mother around the the waist, and pushed
his hard-on against her upper thighs. Mumtaz whimpered as she buried
face into his neck, returning the pressure against his cock. She felt
him shaking in her arms, and impulsively kissed his neck, just above
the collar. Salmaan tightened his arms around her waist, and with a
cry, Mumtaz burned her lips over his cheek, finally reaching his
The young boy opened his lips instinctively as his mother pressed her
own parted lips against his, kissing him passionately, moving her lips
and sucking his tongue into the heated pit of her mouth.
Salmaan returned his mother's kiss instinctively, and Mumtaz
the sweet, eagerness with which the boy went about it. It was
different with her husband, his kisses almost bruised her soft, full
lips, but Salmaan's mouth pressed against her own with an urgent yet
tender pressure. His tongue lashed against hers, the tip running over
her teeth, probing and exploring every inch of her mouth as he kissed
Mumtaz squirmed her hips against her son's hard young body, using her
hand to position the shaft of his cock down between her thighs until
lay in the groove of her very wet pussy. Then, relinquishing her grip
on his prick, Mumtaz threw both arms over the boy's shoulders and
him tightly to her, grinding her tits sensually against his chest and
her firey cunt mound hard against his rigid penis.......
They clung to each other, kissing with growing passion. Salmaan felt
the length of his cock rub against the wet crotch of his mother's
panties, pulsing against her heated flesh. Mumtaz felt it too, and
Moved so that the hard, bloated head was wedged solidly against the
Top of her lust-soaked slit, grinding her taut little behind towards
him in tight, small circles.
She moved her right hand down to his ass, pulling him as hard as
she could against her feverish cunt. Her other hand held the back of
his neck as Mumtaz thrust her tongue down her son's throat, licking
the inside of his mouth, moaning and gasping as her pussy-slit
soaked the crotch of her panties. Salmaan could feel the moisture
seeping out over the head of his prick, coating the bulbous tip with
hot, slippery cunt-oils.
"Oh Jesus, this is fantastic! You're so damn wet! I have to fuck
you, Mom! Will you let me? I know you want it too!", he whispered
eagerly, jabbing his young cock against her crotch to emphasize his
"Not so fast baby!", his mother moaned in a low voice, "Just let
it happen! A woman likes to be aroused slowly. I'm real hot, but I
need more to make it extra special for me. Play with my tits Salmaan ,
rub mommy's nipples!" Dutifully, Salmaan cupped his mother's full,
round breasts in both hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh
with his big, strong hands.
"Yesss! That's it. Now squeeze my nipples! A girl loves to have a
man squeeze her nipples! But do it gently, honey... very gently"
As her son worked diligently on her tits, Mumtaz reached between
their thighs and once more closed her fingers around his mighty
organ. It had almost doubled in size and she could hardly get her
long, slim fingers around the circumference. With practiced strokes
she rubbed the tip along the wet groove of her panties covering her
juicy gash. Up and down she rubbed it, from the base of her cunt to
the top of her slit, becoming more and more excited by the thought
of masturbating herself through her panties with her own son's erect
penis as he played with her hard nipples.
Mumtaz realized at once that it was the forbidden element of their
lovemaking that really turned her on. The thought of making love
with her strong, handsome son and teaching him how to please her,
was so wickedly provocative, that Mumtaj 's highly aroused vagina
to fill with a steady cuntal flow. She suddenly remembered that this
wasn't the first time she had felt lust for her son's body. Last
time, she had dismissed it as total fantasy, but even so it had sent
a jolt of undisguised fuck-fever through her loins.
It happened one day last summer when Salmaan 's swimming trunks had
fallen off as he dived into the pool. She could still picture his
cutely tanned little behind Fazal bing up out of the water as he
searching desperately for his lost trunks. She had gone in to help
him find them, and, as he surfaced near her for air, Mumtaz felt the
unmistakable contact of his naked crotch against her thigh as he
Her heart had skipped a beat, as she felt his warm cock rub over
her cool flesh, and she'd had to fight down a strong, primeval urge
to reach out and grab it. Come to think of it, he had let it press
against her leg for much longer than modestly required. She knew now
that at that moment, her fifteen year-old son had lusted after her
too. As then, the thought made Mumtaz shiver with desire. To know
she could sexually excite her own son was a powerful turn-on. And
excited he was....
Salmaan 's hands were on her ass now, squeezing and kneading the
compact cheeks as he had done her tits. But this time, he could pull
her panty-encased crotch more tightly against his cock at the same
time. It turned him on something fierce to fill his palms with the
tight, firm flesh of his mother's ass and grind his stiff cock into
Mumtaz cried out softly with need as her son grabbed her ass, and
began moving backwards, pulling him with her. As the backs of her
knees touched the edge of his bed, she fell back across it, pulling
him on top of her. She opened her legs and smashed her juice-soaked
crotch upwards, onto his throbbing hard-on, writhing in passion
beneath him. Salmaan looked down at his mothers body. Her dress was
bunched up around her waist and her tits were falling out of the top
of her dress like two over-ripe melons. He dipped his head to her
bosom and began to lick and suck the large, erect nipples in turn.
"Ohh! Yes, Salmaan ! Suck momma's tits!.. Christ! I love that!",
moaned Mumtaj , gyrating her hips wantonly against her son's hard,
The tip of his prick had found the entrance of her slit again,
either by fortunate accident or by unconscious design, but this time
the delicious contact was just too much for the highly aroused boy
to endure and he began pumping his cock against his mother's pussy,
through her thin panties. Mumtaz gasped and clung to him, her blonde
head twisting from side to side, eyes glazed in lewd passion as she
felt her son's cock bulge through the tightly stretched material and
mash against her clit. 'Jesus, he was like a young, strong bull!'
she thought, 'Any second, he was going to break through the flimsy
barrier and bury his huge cock deep in her hot, juicy cunt'. The
unbearably lewd thought drove her quickly over the edge.
"Oooooh, Salmaan !" she whimpered, as she felt waves of rippling
pleasure building deep in her twat. "God... it's... I'm... Salmaan,
you're making me.. Oh, Johhny... Jesus baby, I'm cumming!"
His mother's hips arched up to meet him, her mouth open in a
silent scream of pleasure as she thrashed about beneath him. Salmaan
pushed his cock tightly against Mumtaj 's vibrating, convulsing pussy.
His balls ached, firey with passion and swollen with fullness. He
had never seen a woman come as hard as that before, and what made it
all the more surprising to his young mind, was that she had climaxed
without him even getting his cock into her hot little pussy.
Mumtaz had come hard alright... very hard. She shook in shuddering
ecstasy, closing her eyes, then went limp beneath him. Her hands
fell away, and her legs spread outwards. She sprawled beneath her
son, with her cunt still pressed against his prick, and most of her
ass hanging over the edge of the bed. Dimly, through the warm glow
radiating through her body, Mumtaz felt his hands on her hips,
her sopping wet panties down over her quivering thighs. She felt a
little ashamed now that her climax had passed and began to have
second thought's about letting their little sex session continue any
further. It was one thing to masturbate herself on her son's cock,
but entirely another to let him fuck her.
Somehow, Salmaan also managed to pull Mumtaj 's dress up over her
until she lay naked and panting on the bed in front of him. His cock
was rock-hard by now, and ignoring her unconvincing moan of protest,
Salmaan scrambled between his mother's wide-spread thighs and
positioned the head of his prick in the entrance of the very womb
that had given him life. He shuddered at the very thought. He took
only a moment to stare at it, running his eyes over the hairy,
crimson cuntlips which even now quivered and twitched around the
half-buried tip of his cock, planting wet, slobbery kisses on the
His mother looked up and saw the lust in her son's eyes, then she
looked down at his throbbing cock, wedged between the outer lips of
her pussy, and moaned deep in her throat. Sudden panic gripped her
as she realized what he was about to do. Although every cell of her
body was screaming for it, part of her mind still rejected the
sinful act of incest with her own son!
"Salmaan , no!.. We.. We can't!", she protested weakly, trying to
push him away, but her strength was gone and her heart really wasn't
in it. Then, before she could move or say another word, Salmaan
his cock into her cunt.
"Salmaan!... My God! It's splitting me open!", she gurgled,
feeling his gigantic prick penetrate the moist constriction of her
pussy with a single hard thrust.
"Slo... Uhhh!... Mmmhhh, s...slowly, or you'll hurt me! Please be
"Oh, Mom! Jesus, you're tight! I can't believe it!", he groaned
as Mumtaj 's hips jerked upwards, sliding onto the length of her son's
Her eyes bulged as she felt him fuck deep into her open-lipped
twat. 'Jesus, he's as big as his father!', she thought, with a
certain amount of surprise. The surprise rapidly gave way to pleasure
though, as her son's fifteen year-old cock began to stretch the
elastic walls of her pussy a little more painfully than she was used
Salmaan , meanwhile, was equally surprised. He had envisioned his
mothers cunt as being big and loose, but he was pleasantly surprised
to find that her girlish vagina was very, very tight. So tight in
fact, that he could feel every ridge and groove of her cuntal lining
as it clung to his cockshaft like a tightly stretched glove. Salmaan
prepared to fuck his mother in earnest. Taking the weight of his
body on his elbows, he began to move his hips up and down, slowly at
first, and then, much faster as her juices began to flow copiously,
lubricating the junction of their mutual lust.
He stabbed his prick in and out swiftly, causing Mumtaz to pant and
writhe. She began to sob, but wasn't sure if it was in shame or
ecstasy. She clawed at the bedspread, her head twisting from side to
side as she began to lift her hips and fuck back at her son's
thrusting cock. The friction of his thick cockshaft along the
sensitive lips of her cunt made Mumtaj 's mind spin, and she churned
her ass in a most wanton manner, no longer caring that it was her
young, fifteen year-old son who was fucking her so deliciously.
"Yessss! Fuck me, Salmaan! Fuck mommy's cunt with your big, fat
cock!", she hissed through gritted teeth.
Salmaan looked down between his mother's splayed thighs, watching
his cock fuck in and out of her cunt. Her pink, hairy cuntlips clung
to the shaft as he withdrew and disappeared back inside as he
plunged into her. Now he could see the way her pussy stretched and
clasped his prick as well as feel it, and the stimulating
combination increased his excitement a thousandfold. Grunting and
moaning with lust, Mumtaz lifted her legs, drawing her knees back,
shoving her cunt up at her son's lunging cock. Her husband like to
fuck her like this, with her legs bent and her knees pulled back
against her tits. It offered the deepest penetration, and made her
clit rub hard up against his hammering pubic bone.
The pounding of his hips drove the air from his mother's lungs in
loud rushes. Yet despite the tremendous pounding he was giving her,
she began gasping and whimpering incessantly.... wonderful
obscenities that Salmaan had never dreamed he would hear coming from
mother's lovely mouth.
"Oh God, fuck me Salmaan! Fuck momma real hard! Ram your big cock
into my fat, juicy cunt and don't stop fucking it!
"I AM Mom! I AM fucking you! I'm going to cum in your cunt, and
make you cum till you faint!
"Oooooooh! Salmaan nnnnn! Yes, come in me! I want to feel your hot
juice in my pussy! Ooooooo! Unnnnnnnnggg! That's it! I'm close!
Harder! Oh, fuuuuck!
Mumtaz was on fire, her whole body burning up with unbridled
passion for her handsome young son, who was fucking her so
magnificently. Her cunt clasped his cock each time he pulled out,
then expanding to take every wonderful hard inch as he plunged it
back inside her. Mumtaz drew her legs wide apart, offering her pussy
to the full, frenzied thrusts of her son's powerful prick. A
whimper escaped her lips as she felt the spreading heat of another
orgasm filling her battered twat. Her eyes fluttered open to look
up at him. Salmaan was staring down at her with an equally glazed
look on his young face, and it was obvious that his own climax was
also very close.
"Unnnnnnnhhhh! Fuck! Oooooo, yessssss! Fuck meeee!... I'm
cuuuummmmmming!", squealed Mumtaj , as waves of pleasure surged
outwards from the very heart of her throbbing, twisting cunt.
Salmaan fucked his mother harder, extremely excited by her
shameless crys of lust. His hips pumping up and down, his cock
stretching and filling her bucking twat with hot, throbbing
hardness. It was just what the convulsing woman needed and she
felt her thighs begin to melt and her eyes go out of focus as his
young prick slammed into her quivering hole with jackhammer
force. Mumtaz strained her quivering snatch high, grinding her clit
deliciously against her son's cock as she came, climaxing in a
surge of raw, mindless ecstasy.
"Salmaan! Ohhhhh, Salmaan nnnnn!", she moaned.
Salmaan was beginning to show the strain, his young face screwed
up, eyes half closed, gasping for breath as his mother flung her
hands behind his body to grab his jerking ass, pulling him into
her as deep as she could while she came. Her body began to shudder
all over and her cunt exploded, squeezing and gripping his long
cock like a tiny toothless mouth. Mumtaz had to bite her bottom lip
hard to stop from screaming, her hands clawing at her son's
clenched, teenaged ass.
His mother's wild reaction was all Salmaan needed to slip over the
edge himself, and with a deep, panting grunt, he threw back his
head and sent jet after jet of thick scalding sperm deep up inside
her cunt. Her son's spurting cum sent Mumtaz into shuddering spasms
of rapture, her cuntal contractions increasing in intensity.
As he came, Salmaan grabbed his mother's boobs and gripped them
tightly, twisting and squeezing the sweaty, jiggling titflesh as
he filled her hot cunt with a full load of creamy, incestuous
sperm. She cried out. The sound a mixture of shame and wanton
ecstasy. Her son was coming inside her... she had let her own
child fuck her, and now he was flooding her throbbing cunt with
his jism.... the experience was unbelievably exciting. As soon as
she felt it kick and spurt inside her, Mumtaz strained even harder
onto his jerking, spewing cock, desperate to receive every single
drop her virile young son had to offer. She urged him on.
"Come in me, Salmaan!", she cried. "Cum in momma's pussy! Shoot
your stuff right up my hot cunt! Uuuuhhhh, baby! I wanna feel you
come in me!!!"
Salmaan groaned and hunched into her as he emptied his balls
inside his mother's gooey fuckhole. In return, Mumtaz squeezed his
asscheeks with both hands, pulling his cock deeper and deeper
inside her insatiable snatch. To Mumtaj 's delight, her son continued
to fuck her even after he'd finished coming. His cock was still
extremely hard despite an obviously mind-blowing orgasm. Most
young boys were like that, Mumtaz reflected, able to achieve a
second hardon almost before the first one had gone soft.
"Ooooh, you were wonderful, Salmaan!", crooned Mumtaj , wiggling
her ass up at him. "You're still hard! Hmmmmm, We'll have to call
that thing a 'repeater-peter' won't we, baby?"
"You'd better believe it, Mom!", he grinned.
They giggled together as Salmaan began sliding his prick in and
out of her cunt. It was a wet fuck. Mumtaj 's jizz-filled pussy-slit
was slippery and hot, her clit sticking out like a small pink
tongue as it rasped deliciously against the shaft of the boy's
cock. Mumtaz couldn't believe how quickly her son was able to arouse
her again. Within seconds, she felt the old familiar ache in her
loins.... her third orgasm in less than half an hour!.....
"Ohhhh yeah, baby!" Mumtaz panted. "Fuck me again!"
Salmaan 's balls slapped against his mother's upturned ass at
the end of each stroke as Mumtaz sprawled back on the bed,
letting her young son fuck her as hard as he liked. He was
eager for it and so was she. Her ass bucked as she pumped her
hips up at his thrusting cock, wriggling her cunt around on
his sliding fuckpole like an oversexed little teenager.
She was overwhelmed with lust for her handsome son. He was
so good! Such a strong, virile young fucker! People would say
it was wrong, but Mumtaz didn't care. It was too good. Life was
too short, and you had to take what pleasure you could get,
no matter what the source. As long as nobody found out, what
harm would it do? Besides, he had such a big hard prick....
such a lovely cock to fuck.
And fuck her he did, bringing Mumtaz to climax after climax
before his rejuvenated young balls spewed forth another
deluge of thick, creamy jizm into her heaving belly. This
time though Salmaan had had his fill, and his cock deflated
rapidly inside his mother's twitching cunt. He became weak,
and his arms collapsed. He fell heavily onto her and Mumtaj
grunted as his weight settled. Her legs slid down each side
of his body and hung over the edge of the bed until they
touched the floor. She ran her hands over his back, caressing
his hot, damp skin and hugged her wonderful young son tightly
against her own sweaty body. They lay there for several
minute, before he rolled off onto the bed beside her.
"Mom, are you alright?", asked Salmaan as he saw the look of
shame in his mother's eyes.
"Yes, honey. I'm okay. But we really shouldn't have done
this. It got out of hand. What are we going to do now?"
"Why? Didn't you like me fucking you Mom?"
"Ohhh, yes! That's the problem, Salmaan . I loved it! But a
mother shouldn't feel that way about her son, let alone do
the things we did!" said Mumtaj , getting to her feet.
"But Mom, if we both wanted to do it, and it was good, how
can it be wrong?"
She couldn't argue with logic like that, even if it was a
"I guess you're right, darling. But I don't think your
father would agree."
"He doesn't have to know, Mom." replied Salmaan , with a sly
He sure had grown up fast in the ways of the world, she
thought as she pulled her panties over her thighs and
struggled into her crumpled dress. Salmaan stared at his
mother's exquisite legs, and glimpsed a brief flash of her
tight ass before she smoothed down her dress. He lay back on
his bed, seeing her for the first time in a totally different
light. No longer was she the mother that cleaned his clothes,
made his breakfast and washed the dishes. She was his lover,
and nobody on earth would ever change that.
"Can we do it again soon, Mom?", he asked hopefully,
staring at the swell of her curvaceous tits, once more hidden
seductively beneath the thin material of her dress, only the
hard, erect nipples betraying her inner feelings.
"I don't know, sweetheart. We'll have to be very careful
that nobody finds out, or there'll be hell to pay!"
Although she didn't admit it, Mumtaz already knew the answer
as she looked down at his limp cock, remembering vividly how
it had brought her to a sexual peak which she rarely achieved
any more. Bending down, she kissed him on the lips. It was a
quick, motherly kiss, but her hand on his thigh spoke
volumes. "Come on you gorgeous hunk! Up and at 'em! You've
got a game to play."
Mumtaz hurried from the room, leaving her son to ponder the
events of the last half-hour..........
To Be contd.
Guys may wear the pants in the relationship, But Girls control the zipper.