10-05-2019, 08:22 PM
As she stepped back, she felt Rehana’s arm go around her shoulder. “Your son’s gorgeous, Shabana. You sure know how to raise them look at that big lund of his he is so hard and so big down there.” She looked at the thong around his waist. “Speaking of raising them,” she giggled, “it looks like something’s got him awfully worked up.”
Sure enough, as Shabana looked to his thong, she saw that the tiny garment was hardly sufficient to cover her son’s hard on. She gasped audibly. Before she could say anything, Rehana burst out, “I get the first dance.” With that, she grabbed his hand, led him to the center of the room, and took him in her arms.
As they moved to the hypnotic beat of the music, Shabana’s eyes were glued to her son’s body. She’d seen him in his swimming suit many times, of course, but she’d never looked at him before like she was looking at him now. Of particular interest were his buns, one of which Rehana was squeezing and massaging. She could feel the excitement building in her. There, in front of her, were her two favorite people, dancing cheek to cheek, almost totally naked.
She continued to watch, hypnotized by them. She watched as her son slowly raised his hand to fondle her sister in law’s tits, and she felt her own hand slip inside her thong like it had a mind of its own. She watched as Azmath’s hand moved over and released the button that held Rehana’s negligee together, and she felt her own hand massaging her clit. She watched as he slid the sheer garment over Rehana’s shoulders and onto the floor, and she felt herself stumble to the sofa.
Azmath was startled out of his haze by the sudden noise. Looking towards the sofa, he saw his mom, half sitting and half laying on the couch, her hand buried deep inside her thong, a glassy look in her eyes. On the floor at her feet lay a bowl, upside down, with its contents strewn all over the floor.
“Uh oh, mom,” he said, startling her slightly. “This is really bad. Look at the mess you made, all because you couldn’t control yourself.” He looked at Rehana before she could say anything and winked secretively. “I think she needs to be punished, Rehana.”
Rehana, standing there wearing her thong and high heels, looked at Shabana sternly. “I’m sorry, Shabana, but I’m going to have to spank you.,” she said with authority. Shabana sat there, spread out on the sofa, her hand still on her clit, in a total daze. Did she hear right? Did she say spanking? She shook her head, trying to gather herself.
Rehana pulled out a chair and sat down. “Come here, Shabana,” she demanded. When Shabana made no move to obey, she looked to Azmath. “Help her up and bring her to me,” she instructed.
Azmath went to his mother. Bending over, he removed her right hand from her thong, grabbed her left hand, and pulled her gently upward. She offered no resistance. He lifted her right hand to his mouth, and slowly sucked the juices from her fingers. He then led her to Rehana and released her.
“Bend over my lap,” Rehana instructed. Shabana just stood there, her emotions in turmoil, not knowing what to do or who to turn to. Between too much wine, and too much flirting, her head was spinning, and reality was only a distant, blurred memory. “Bend over my lap,” Rehana repeated.
Slowly, Shabana dropped to her knees and bent over Rehana’s lap. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, wearing almost nothing, lying over her best friend’s lap, right under her naked breasts, about to be spanked, while her son, who was wearing only a thong, looked on. She knew she should stop it before things went any further. But the truth was, she didn’t want it to stop. Deep down, she wanted it to continue.
She felt hands on her big ass. From their position, she knew they were Azmath’s. She felt him take hold of her thong, gently pulling it over her hips and down her thighs. He lifted her knees, one at a time, and then completely removed the garment, leaving her ass fully exposed to him. She made no move to cover herself.
She saw him move in front of her. He stood, towering above her. She dared not look at him. He knelt down in front of her, his thong, concealing only part of his enraged lund, only inches from her face. He dropped his hands beneath her, gently, but purposely, brushing her breasts. He reached the button that held her last shred of dignity together, and released it, letting her negligee fall open in front. She heard herself gasp as she felt his hands return to her bare breasts, cupping them gently, kneading them, and then releasing them. She felt the negligee being pulled off of her, leaving her naked before them, her degradation complete.
Shabana shivered slightly as Rehana’s hand came to rest on her ass. She felt the hand slowly, gently rubbing her ass, and she heard herself moaning softly. She started to relax as Rehana continued to massage her. And then, whack! She gasped audibly, jerking her body upward in response to the attack. She felt Azmath’s hands on her shoulder, pushing her back down. Four more Ajayes she felt Rehana attack her. Four more times she gasped and jerked upwards. Four more times Azmath pushed her back down.
Once again, she felt Rehana’s hand return to her ass, but this Ajaye it was gentle, kindly caressing her ass. Shabana realized that Rehana hadn’t really hit her hard, and she wasn’t really in pain. But, never the less, her humiliation had been complete. She also realized that she was more aroused then she could ever remember being, and that she liked it.
Suddenly, she felt Rehana easing three fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to jump at the sudden, unexpected intrusion. But she recovered quickly, and arched her pussy upwards, making it more accessible to her friend. She was rewarded when she felt the fingers begin pumping in and out of her, sending shivers throughout her body.
Azmath still knelt before her, his hardly covered lund only inches from her face. Longingly, she stared at it, until finally, she could resist it no more. She reached forward and rubbed her son’s cock through his tiny thong as her sister in law pumped her pussy with her fingers. She took the thong in her hands and pulled it down his thighs, watching his cock spring up in front of her. She fondled it gently, lovingly, finally finding the courage to look into her son’s eyes.
Their eyes met. “I love you, mom,” Azmath said softly. “I love you in every possible way.”
She held his eyes for one more brief moment, and then returned her attention to his cock, pulling him towards her and taking him in her mouth. She realized that Rehana had briefly stopped pumping her fingers, but had renewed her efforts when Shabana began sucking on Azmath’s cock. She moaned excited as her friend finger-fucked her while she bobbed her mouth up and down the length of her son’s cock. They continued like this, briefly, with Azmath stoking his mom’s hair.
She felt the fingers withdraw from her aching pussy. Releasing Azmath’s cock, she turned her head to look at Rehana, questioningly. “I think you need to be fucked now in your motherly cunt ,” Rehana said.
Shabana managed to nod her head before turning to look at Azmath. She finally found her voice. “Yes, I need to be fucked now yes I want a big lund in my cunt I want my son to fuck his mother’s cunt,” she stared at her son, never taking her eyes off him.
Azmath rose and moved behind his mom. Kneeling, he took her hips in his hands, pulling her to toward him. With his cock in hand, he gently rubbed its head against the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, making the moment linger, he entered her. Shabana let out a gasp, dropping her head towards the floor. Azmath withdrew from her so that only his tip was in, hesitated a moment, then slid his cock all the way into her.
“Oh yes,OOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhh MY GODDDDDDDDDDD yessssssssssssss my own sonnnnnnnnnnnnnn lund oooooooooooooooh god it feelssssssssss so hotttttt I never ever dreamed of this everrrr” his mother cried out. Azmath began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into her, holding tightly to her hips. “Oh yes, Azmath. That’s so good.Beta your lund is so much bigger than your dad it feels so tight in my pussy oooooooon beta fuck me with your big dick”
Sure enough, as Shabana looked to his thong, she saw that the tiny garment was hardly sufficient to cover her son’s hard on. She gasped audibly. Before she could say anything, Rehana burst out, “I get the first dance.” With that, she grabbed his hand, led him to the center of the room, and took him in her arms.
As they moved to the hypnotic beat of the music, Shabana’s eyes were glued to her son’s body. She’d seen him in his swimming suit many times, of course, but she’d never looked at him before like she was looking at him now. Of particular interest were his buns, one of which Rehana was squeezing and massaging. She could feel the excitement building in her. There, in front of her, were her two favorite people, dancing cheek to cheek, almost totally naked.
She continued to watch, hypnotized by them. She watched as her son slowly raised his hand to fondle her sister in law’s tits, and she felt her own hand slip inside her thong like it had a mind of its own. She watched as Azmath’s hand moved over and released the button that held Rehana’s negligee together, and she felt her own hand massaging her clit. She watched as he slid the sheer garment over Rehana’s shoulders and onto the floor, and she felt herself stumble to the sofa.
Azmath was startled out of his haze by the sudden noise. Looking towards the sofa, he saw his mom, half sitting and half laying on the couch, her hand buried deep inside her thong, a glassy look in her eyes. On the floor at her feet lay a bowl, upside down, with its contents strewn all over the floor.
“Uh oh, mom,” he said, startling her slightly. “This is really bad. Look at the mess you made, all because you couldn’t control yourself.” He looked at Rehana before she could say anything and winked secretively. “I think she needs to be punished, Rehana.”
Rehana, standing there wearing her thong and high heels, looked at Shabana sternly. “I’m sorry, Shabana, but I’m going to have to spank you.,” she said with authority. Shabana sat there, spread out on the sofa, her hand still on her clit, in a total daze. Did she hear right? Did she say spanking? She shook her head, trying to gather herself.
Rehana pulled out a chair and sat down. “Come here, Shabana,” she demanded. When Shabana made no move to obey, she looked to Azmath. “Help her up and bring her to me,” she instructed.
Azmath went to his mother. Bending over, he removed her right hand from her thong, grabbed her left hand, and pulled her gently upward. She offered no resistance. He lifted her right hand to his mouth, and slowly sucked the juices from her fingers. He then led her to Rehana and released her.
“Bend over my lap,” Rehana instructed. Shabana just stood there, her emotions in turmoil, not knowing what to do or who to turn to. Between too much wine, and too much flirting, her head was spinning, and reality was only a distant, blurred memory. “Bend over my lap,” Rehana repeated.
Slowly, Shabana dropped to her knees and bent over Rehana’s lap. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, wearing almost nothing, lying over her best friend’s lap, right under her naked breasts, about to be spanked, while her son, who was wearing only a thong, looked on. She knew she should stop it before things went any further. But the truth was, she didn’t want it to stop. Deep down, she wanted it to continue.
She felt hands on her big ass. From their position, she knew they were Azmath’s. She felt him take hold of her thong, gently pulling it over her hips and down her thighs. He lifted her knees, one at a time, and then completely removed the garment, leaving her ass fully exposed to him. She made no move to cover herself.
She saw him move in front of her. He stood, towering above her. She dared not look at him. He knelt down in front of her, his thong, concealing only part of his enraged lund, only inches from her face. He dropped his hands beneath her, gently, but purposely, brushing her breasts. He reached the button that held her last shred of dignity together, and released it, letting her negligee fall open in front. She heard herself gasp as she felt his hands return to her bare breasts, cupping them gently, kneading them, and then releasing them. She felt the negligee being pulled off of her, leaving her naked before them, her degradation complete.
Shabana shivered slightly as Rehana’s hand came to rest on her ass. She felt the hand slowly, gently rubbing her ass, and she heard herself moaning softly. She started to relax as Rehana continued to massage her. And then, whack! She gasped audibly, jerking her body upward in response to the attack. She felt Azmath’s hands on her shoulder, pushing her back down. Four more Ajayes she felt Rehana attack her. Four more times she gasped and jerked upwards. Four more times Azmath pushed her back down.
Once again, she felt Rehana’s hand return to her ass, but this Ajaye it was gentle, kindly caressing her ass. Shabana realized that Rehana hadn’t really hit her hard, and she wasn’t really in pain. But, never the less, her humiliation had been complete. She also realized that she was more aroused then she could ever remember being, and that she liked it.
Suddenly, she felt Rehana easing three fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to jump at the sudden, unexpected intrusion. But she recovered quickly, and arched her pussy upwards, making it more accessible to her friend. She was rewarded when she felt the fingers begin pumping in and out of her, sending shivers throughout her body.
Azmath still knelt before her, his hardly covered lund only inches from her face. Longingly, she stared at it, until finally, she could resist it no more. She reached forward and rubbed her son’s cock through his tiny thong as her sister in law pumped her pussy with her fingers. She took the thong in her hands and pulled it down his thighs, watching his cock spring up in front of her. She fondled it gently, lovingly, finally finding the courage to look into her son’s eyes.
Their eyes met. “I love you, mom,” Azmath said softly. “I love you in every possible way.”
She held his eyes for one more brief moment, and then returned her attention to his cock, pulling him towards her and taking him in her mouth. She realized that Rehana had briefly stopped pumping her fingers, but had renewed her efforts when Shabana began sucking on Azmath’s cock. She moaned excited as her friend finger-fucked her while she bobbed her mouth up and down the length of her son’s cock. They continued like this, briefly, with Azmath stoking his mom’s hair.
She felt the fingers withdraw from her aching pussy. Releasing Azmath’s cock, she turned her head to look at Rehana, questioningly. “I think you need to be fucked now in your motherly cunt ,” Rehana said.
Shabana managed to nod her head before turning to look at Azmath. She finally found her voice. “Yes, I need to be fucked now yes I want a big lund in my cunt I want my son to fuck his mother’s cunt,” she stared at her son, never taking her eyes off him.
Azmath rose and moved behind his mom. Kneeling, he took her hips in his hands, pulling her to toward him. With his cock in hand, he gently rubbed its head against the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, making the moment linger, he entered her. Shabana let out a gasp, dropping her head towards the floor. Azmath withdrew from her so that only his tip was in, hesitated a moment, then slid his cock all the way into her.
“Oh yes,OOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhh MY GODDDDDDDDDDD yessssssssssssss my own sonnnnnnnnnnnnnn lund oooooooooooooooh god it feelssssssssss so hotttttt I never ever dreamed of this everrrr” his mother cried out. Azmath began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into her, holding tightly to her hips. “Oh yes, Azmath. That’s so good.Beta your lund is so much bigger than your dad it feels so tight in my pussy oooooooon beta fuck me with your big dick”
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One man's wife is another man's slut
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Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me