Holy Cock Ch.04

Some Useful words to know before you read the story:

Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf.

Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public.

Kuffar- Arabic for "Non-believer".

Quran- The religious text of Islam

Niqab- A veil worn by some Muslim women.

Ammi -- Can mean mother or mommy.

Baji – term for elder sister.

Behna – term for younger sister.

Chapter 4

It had been a week since Farhana's revelation, where she discovered her son Javed's “Holy Cock” and she had also accepted her true nature. Life was now very different for mother and son.

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The soft gasps lingered in the air, thick beads of sweat trickled down Farhana’s chest, her silken hair clinging to her sultry neck, and shoulders. Her lips ajar as sweet delicate moans escaped her. “Fuck.. don’t.. stop..” she cooed as her eyes flickered to the heavens. “Oh Allah..” she shifted her hand down between her legs and into the thick, lush hair of her son. His eyes beaming up at her in a hungry gaze that only burned brighter from his own mother tugging at his hair. Her thighs clamped down on his cheeks as his tongue swirled under her aching clit. His lips coated in her arousal while two of his fingers curled against the upper walls of her cunt, edging her orgasm. She tried to pull him away to give her a moment to catch her breath but the boy slid his free hand up from her ample breast and clutched around her throat, with a fierce push, he pinned her body down into the cum stained sheets.

The boy was determined, no matter how much her wet thighs tried to nudge him away as she neared her orgasm, he sucking on her clit and letting his fingers work their magic. “No stop! Mommy’s.. mommy’s gonna..” she mewled in ecstasy, ragged and breathless. Javed’s sharp tongue curled and circled around her clit, flicking against her nub, his lips surrounding it as his head turned from side to side, making sure his tongue lit every nerve ending ablaze. Her thighs shivered and shook, trying to rest upon his broad, muscular shoulders, her toes curling and clawing against her bare back that already bore the marks of her finger nails and teeth. Farhana’s back arched as the veins on her neck protruded with rage. “FUUUUUUCKKKK!” She shouted, almost as if it were a cry for help. Javed’s eyes finally shut, knowing what was going to follow. His lips released from her swollen clit and opened wide as the sudden gush of his mother’s orgasm was thrusted against him. His fingers darting faster and faster, the wet squelching sounds of her sopping wet lips being fucked echoed before the splash. Javed, eagerly awaited his prize like a starved beast, as his mother sprayed her cum into his mouth and all over his face. The first gush coating him in her juices, the second hitting his throat and the rest that followed were drenched him. Javed was quick to swallow between the bursts of cum. He took pride in devouring his own mother’s fluids. Just as she did with his.

Farhana clutched the sheets and moaned out loud, unafraid anymore of who might hear her. Ever since her husband passed, she and her beloved son had invoked a free use rule around the house. They were both allowed to use each other at anytime, anywhere and anyway they pleased. Farhana thought she’d have to hide the inner slut in her, that maybe it was too much for her handsome son, little did she realise how much his raging hormones and lust for her “cleansing” would prove her wrong. Her breasts swayed to her heaving and uncontrolled breaths. Her legs continued to shiver as she giggled like a woman who had just lost her mind. To her own defence, only one other man had ever paid attention to her pussy the way her son did. Everyone else she’s ever slept with went straight to pumping her with cum or fucking her face like a bootleg fleshlight. She bit her lower lip with a smile and struggled to raise her head and look at the boy, no, the man that pushed her to this state. Not only was he gifted with a godly cock but his tongue did wonders to her that she couldn’t begin to describe.

“Where.. did you.. learn that?” She said breathlessly as she lay in waste. Javed licked his cum coated lips and stood up. His tall domineering stature glistening with a sheen of sweat from their hour long cleansing session. He chuckled and shook his head. His hand swung between her legs, slapping her sensitive cunt firmly yet playfully, “you talk a lot of smack for a dirty cum hungry slut, I thought this would be another way to shut you up.” He teased. She wanted to listen to what he had to say, but the sting from the tight slap across her pussy put her back in her place. The surge of both pain and arousal shot through her spine in one single move.

“You really are.. my Saviour” she chimed and looked at his gorgeous, caramel dark brown cock. It lay there in a semi hard state between his legs, perfectly extended. Not yet erect but not flaccid either, in this limbo state somewhere between arousal and casual and yet, it was so hypnotic. She almost felt herself drool as her eyes followed its gentle sway as her son walked toward the dresser. She marvelled at how it bounced against one thigh and the other with each step. A thick coat of precum smeared across its bulbous crown as if it were just dipped in a jar of honey begging to be licked off. Her demons were strong. Even after a cleansing like that with that talented tongue of his, and the rough fucking he gave her as soon as he woke up. They still haunted her. They still whispered in her ear, doting her to bend over and have him rail her like common street whore.

She turned on her side and watched him with adoration. Javed began putting his clothes on to get ready to head out and run some errands. Her eyes trailed down his mangled back, admiring the work of art she’s painted over his skin. The way his muscles moved with every action he took.

“EAT HIS ASS!” The thought entered her mind as her eyes widened, her mouth salivated as she gazed at those glazed perfectly risen buns. Her memories flashed before her of her head dangling off the edge of the bed, her son standing in front of her grinding his sweaty against her face while all she could do was lick him, kiss him, tongue fuck his musky little pucker and gaze at the wardrobe mirror in front of her that showed his big beautiful cock flailing and dripping with arousal. She had half a mind to start touching herself just from the thought of it.

Javed turned around to see his mother laying there, lost in her day dream. This wouldn’t have been the first time he’s caught her lost in a fantasy. But it would be the first time he hasn’t just pulled his cock out and fed it to her to bring her back. Instead his hand stroked her cheek and his thumb traced her lips as he tiled her head up to look at him. “I’m right here.. if you wanna go again.. all you have to do is ask.” He said plainly and with a charming little smile. Her heart fluttered. Was this true? Was this a dream? Has she died and is this her own version of heaven? She was about to answer him and beg him to fuck her tight asshole one more time until their little moment was interrupted.

Farhana’s phone began to ring. Her sister Afsana had been calling her since 7am, Farhana was on her second orgasm of the day by then and too busy having her cunt buster by her son to care. “She can wait, give me. That fucking cock. right now.” Farhana growled, almost commanding him to give it to her. Javed’s palm struck her cheek and grabbed her hair, tugging her head back to look up at her. “Don’t you ever, talk to me like that again.” Javed retorted sternly. He looked her in the eyes and slapped her face again. “Answer the call. I’m heading to the shop, I’ll fuck your brains out when I’m back. We’re out of cigarettes.” He let go of her hair and began walking away. Farhana hated to admit, an outburst like that would have gotten him slippered, but now.. an outburst like left a cute little puddle between her legs. She was even more needy now after her put her back in place.

She begrudgingly looked into her phone to see the 10 missed calls from her sister. “Ugh what does this bitch want? I could be getting my ass dicked down right now by his Holy Cock, if it wasn’t for her stupid calls..” she grumbled to herself. Her phone rang again, this time it was a message from Afsana.

“I need to talk to you and Javed. It’s about the day of the funeral. Something happened and I need to talk to both of you about it. I know you’re home so I’m coming over in 10 minutes.”

Farhana was confused. What could it be? Maybe she left something behind? But it had been a while since the day of the funeral, why would she come now to pick it up? Maybe her asshole husband said something? The last thing she could think of was her own sister seeing Farhana and her son fucking each other senseless right after the funeral. Farhana decided to freshen up, her body reeked of sweat, and cum. She took a quick shower and changed into her casual home wear. She picked up the hijab off the floor that her son so casually used to wipe his own dick with. She spread the fabric open to see the few streaks of cum stains and the dampness of his sweaty balls coated on the thin fabric. She leaned into it and licked the cum off of the hijab, then bunches it together in her hand and pressed it up against her nose. She inhaled deeply and felt a heat run down her body. Her cunt clenched at the mere smell of her son’s musk on her hijab. It was intoxicating to her. Just a quick whiff of his stench and it sent her spiralling down into her demonic, cum hungry state.

She giggled and wrapped the hijab around her before heading downstairs to get things ready for her sister’s arrival. Her gracious hospitality was still very much a part of her. She prepared some tea and pulled out a few snacks to keep ready for her guest.

Javed had got into the car to head the grocery store. He needed to buy a pack of cigarettes since the two of them smoked the previous pack together. They loved to share a cigarette after sex, especially after the two of them have rocked each other into heaving mess. He arrived at the store and began searching the aisles for any other snack he might want.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and alerted him. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t texted or called his girlfriend, Priya, since the funeral a week ago. Priya was Javed’s girlfriend from university. The two of them met in class, being one of the few brown students in the class, they instantly latched on to each other. She was sweet, driven, kind hearted and open minded, everything Javed thought his family wasn’t. Not to mention how adorable she was. She had a laugh so infectious it could brighten anyone’s day. She was free spirited and spontaneous and it’s why Javed liked her so much. The two of them were in love, or so Javed thought. He was never really religious to care if she was Hindu and he wasn’t. She didn’t care either. Behind closed doors however, when the blinds are drawn, the clothes lay on the floor, a few neighbours could recall hearing a high pitched voice shout the words “that’s it you Muslim bastard! Fuck my Hindu ass with that Paki cock! YESSS! YESSSS!” Or the occasional grunting of man such as “suck that Paki dick you Indian whore! Fuuuckk! Yeah, you like getting your throat fucked by your Paki daddy, don’t you? You little slut!” needless to say, if anyone else from their home countries heard that, it would cause a riot.

She understood that he was close to his father and needed the space but he was never away for this long. His face lit up once again as he saw her name appear on the screen. “I miss you” read the text along with an image attached. When he opened the message he was greeted with a picture of her laying bed, her bare torso exposed and her fingers pinching and tugging on her dark pierced nipples. “Come over, let me take care of you” another message popped up. Javed was two minds. He could run in for a quickie, but he needed to get home and return to his mother. He felt himself torn by desire. Should he fuck his Hindu girlfriend, or his Muslim mother. A choice he never thought he’d had to make.

It would appear that fate had other plans. Another text arrived, from Farhana. Javed’s heart raced faster. The timing was too coincidental. “You need to come home. Your aunt is here. She knows.” Javed world suddenly came crashing down. Could she really know? Is everything going to be exposed and is their life over? What could she want? Why would she confront us? Is she going to blackmail us? Sinister thoughts began to run through Javed’s mind. He dropped the packet of crisps and smokes and dashed for the door. Priya, his Hindu princess would have to wait. He rushed back home to find out what’s going on.

Afsana had arrived a few minutes after Javed had left for the store. Farhana heard the car pull into the driveway and promptly opened the door. “Assalamu Alaikum Afsana. What happened? Did something happen?” She asked plainly. Afsana slammed her car door and barged right into the house without a greeting. Farhana frowned and looked back at her sister, shutting the door behind her.

“Where is he?” She asked

“Who?” Farhana responded visibly confused.

“Javed! Where is he? I need to talk to both of you!”

“He just stepped out to go to the shop, Afsana. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Why do you look so distraught?”

Afsana paced around the room and glared back at her older sister. “How could you two do that? I saw what you were doing upstairs! Haram!” She shouted

Farhana was shocked. She stood there as her porcelain skin turned ever more pale. She felt the chill climb up her spin and her hand start to tremble. “What are you- what are you talking about? What did we do?” She stammered trying to get the words out.

“Farhana, I saw you! I saw him.. ALL of him. I saw him having.. you were.. you both were.. YOU WERE HAVING SEX WITH YOUR SON!” She cried out in rage. “Oh Allah please forgive them. They’re not in their right minds” Afsana began to speak to the heavens.

Farhana quickly pulled out her phone and texted Javed to come home. “Afsana.. I need you to calm down. You cannot.. tell anyone..” she said softly. Her lower lip quivered. Farhana wasn’t worried that her sister found out. She was more worried that this would end what she has with her son. That she would not be able to ride that holy cock of his anymore as long as she knows and exposes them. That the two of them will be separated and Farhana will lose her demon slayer.

“So you admit it then! You admit that you both were shagging in your marital bed no less!” Afsana was livid. It was tough to talk to her in this state. She was the youngest among the four siblings Farhana had. She was the most pampered out of the five of them and the most devout. She was still young and had recently been arranged to marry to her husband, who was a few years older than her. His family was rich and she was pampered but he himself wasn’t a great provider.

He was absent most of the time and when ever he and Afsana laid in bed, he wouldn’t even touch her. Even when they decided to try for a baby, her husband would lay beside her and stroke his own cock until her was near his orgasm. Just as he’s about to cum, he would roll over her and shove his cock into her pussy to shoot his load inside her. Afsana found it absolutely humiliating. Her own husband couldn’t touch her and wouldn’t let her touch him either. She eventually resorted to toys to help her get off. She would fantasise about getting her holes filled from multiple men. As much as she hated those who she claimed were kuffar, most often than not, it were those same people she imagined nailing her like a loose painting. Part of her was angry, while another part of her was jealous that even after her sister’s husband died, she was able to have a massive cock pounding her into oblivion, and it belonging to her own son no less.

Javed barged through the door to find his aunt and mother standing opposite each other. The array of emotions between them were jarring. He shut the door slowly and walked toward his mother. “I know what you did, you sick, SICK! BOY!” Afsana cried. “When everyone finds out.. you’re going to be thrown out on the street, the family will disown you both, the society will spit on you, the-“

“Hold on Khala jaan” Javed interrupted. He stood in front of his mother as if to protect her. He actually warmed Farhana’s heart to see her boy, who once was an absolute stubborn trouble maker that would never listen to her or even show any ounce of care for her stand in front of her so protectively. She fought the urge to whisper the word Daddy in his ear and claim him.

Afsana glared up at the new man of the house. “What did you really come here for?” He asked. Afsana looked puzzled. She kinked her head to the side snarled her lip. “To tell you that what you both did was wrong!” She cried out.

“Sure, but why? If you think it was so wrong.. why didn’t you just go straight to the family and tell them? Why are you here telling us?” He questioned.

“Well.. I.. I wanted to give you both a chance to confess your sinful life and put an end to it”

“Why?” Javed paused for a moment. “It’s funny..” he continued, taking Farhana’s hand and pulling her by her side. His arm snaked around his mother’s waist as he pulled her closer to his side “you could have outed us in a heartbeat.. we all know that. And what you say is true.. isn’t it? The family will disown us. The society will spit on our faces and we will no longer be welcomed at the mosque. But you didn’t tell them. Instead you came here.. and you told us.. something tells me.. that you don’t want them to know either.. that you wanted to come here and see for yourself.. AGAIN” Javed smirked as his hands held Farhana’s hips and he slowly moved behind her. His growing bulge rubbing against her clothed ass. Farhana had grown so accustomed to the feeling the past few days that she could tell just how to move her ass in order to shift his cock upright, allowing it to get fully erect. She bit her lip as she felt him grow against her flesh, it turned her own even more that her Behna was standing right in front of her.

“What nonsense! Why would I want to come watch? Plus I only saw a bit of what happened and it was enough to make me want to throw up!” She retorted, looking back them with disgust.

Javed slid his hand up Farhana’s body, his strong arm snaking between her voluptuous breasts, his large hand snaking around Farhana’s slender and swan like neck. Farhana’s eyes slowly shut feeling his possessive hold on her as she leaned back against his body. Afsana’s eyes may have brimmed with rage and disgust but her body betrayed her. She longed for someone to hold her like that, to claim her like a man should. To own her completely.

“You can lie through your teeth all you want.. but your body..” Javed reached forward and grabbed Afsana by the hem of her top and tugged her closer. He inhaled deeply and smiled as he let out a sigh. “Your body betrays your Khala jaan..”

She gripped his wrist and tried to pry it away, his piercing gaze stared right into her soul as her older sister began kissing and licking his jaw line. Her hips casually rolling against his to grind her ass against his massive cock. “You’re just making things up and trying to get a reaction” Afsana fumbled.

“That would be true.. if your cunt didn’t smell so fucking strong.” He growled with lust.

Afsana stood in shock. She hated that word, it rung like a bell in her head, it was her nails to a chalkboard. The harsh C that poured out of his lips followed by that domineering N. Her body burned with anger. “How dare you speak to me like that? With that kind of language?!”

Javed chuckled and hissed in sensual pain as Farhana sunk her teeth into his neck. She was growing impatient and she could feel his cock was ready and throbbing against her ass. “You see Khala jaan.. every CUNT.. has a smell unique to the woman they belong too. I remember stepping out of the room after I finished fucking my mother at our father’s funeral.. right after you called us. And there was a smell.. a very different smell that lingered outside the bedroom door. It wasn’t from me. It wasn’t ammi’s. I know hers all too well now. And the only time I’ve ever smelled that same smell.. is now.” Javed smirked

Farhana pulled away from his neck, the deep red mark on him spreading across his mocha skin. She looked in excitement at her little sister. “Behna! Are you really getting wet thinking about your sweet nephew?” She teased and giggled to herself. Javed smiled proudly “Could you blame her? She saw what you had.. and as always.. she wanted it too.” He joked.

Afsana was at a loss for words. She couldn’t tell what angered her more. That the fact that her nephew grew a giant pair and talked down to her in such a demeaning way, the fact that it was all true, or the fact that she was only growing wetter and wetter with every second he held her and talked to her this way. She began to see him not as the boy she used to baby sit, but as the man who’s going to ruin her and her marriage. Her chest roads and fell with heavy breaths.

“She’s speechless” Farhana giggled and turned around. “Daddy.. I’m not waiting anymore.. mommy needs you” her hands slid down his firm midriff as she began undoing his pants. “She can watch if she wants, I don’t care, but mommy needs this Holy cock..” he gazed down at her and with just the simple glare, Farhana’s tail tucked between her legs and she began to whimper.

“Please daddy? Please can I suck you fat fucking cock? Please may I taste your holy cock and please will you fuck my warm.. tight.. eager little throat.. please daddy.. mommy wants your cock in her mouth..” Farhana began to coo. Her hands clawing down his chest as she slowly dropped to her knees.

“Baji!!” Afsana called out. She couldn’t believe the voice she was using nor the words that came out of her mouth.

“Please daddy… use mommy’s mouth again.. bless me daddy.. bless me with that holy cock..” she pulled his pants down and his erect coke swung out and slapped her in the face. Farhana gasped and quickly giggled holding his cock like an award and brushing her cheek against his shaft as of it were a fur coat. “Fuck you’re so hard daddy.. and so warm..” she gently placed a kiss on the side of his shaft. “Fuck you didn’t wash after you fucked my ass this morning either” she looked up with a grin as she slid her tongue down his long and thick shaft. Her palm surrounding the tip of his cock as her lips met the base. Javed stepped out of his pants and spread his legs, all the while staring at his aunt who couldn’t, for the life of her, take her eyes of his cock. She felt her knees grow weak and her hands tremble. Was she really getting turned on by her own nephew’s cock? She watched her older sister squat down like a frog and aim his member up toward him so she could admire his plump, low hanging balls. They were bigger than any she had ever seen. Afsana had a few partners before she got married but none even came close to what her nephew was packing.

Farhana smothered her own face against his warm musky sack. She inhaled his pungent smell and let out a deep moan before latching her lips on to his left nut, suckling on it while hand stroked his cock. She hummed against his balls while it was in her mouth to send vibrations around it. Javed stood with his hands on his hips. His head tilted back as he let out soft moans. His mother knew just what he needed and just got to worship a cock like his.

“What’s wrong Khala jaan?” He asked and looked back down to his scandalised aunt. “Don’t you want a taste? Isn’t that what you came here for? To see if it’s true… to get a look.. maybe a taste.. or maybe you wanted to feel what it was like?” He taunted. His taunts struck a cord with her, despite her protestations about his claims, she started to question why she hadn’t just exposed them on the day that she saw them. If she had been so repulsed by it, and thought it was wrong then why had she watched that day and then played with her pussy. Was he right, did she want a taste? She did. The shame almost swallowed her up, admitting that to herself.

A loud pop echoed from below as Farhana released his balls from her mouth. “Come, sit behna.. I’ll share. There’s plenty of him to go around” she giggled and slid her hand around the base of his sack and clutched her fingers around it to keep his balls from tightening. Haven groaned in pain but his cock throbbed and leaked with pre-cum to the sensation. Farhana tugged on Javed’s balls to bend his cock toward her. She pursed her lips together and spat a blob of spit across his shaft and shaved midriff. Without wasting any further time, Farhana dove head first, sliding his enormous cock into her mouth. Her head twisted with her rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. Her eyes gazing up at him under her hijab. She pushed herself deeper and deeper with every Bob of her head, her lips opened wide as she shook her head trying to pry her own throat to accept the dick that invaded her. Her body contorted as she gagged on his cock and coughed. Beads of saliva dripping from her lips and her chin while tears began to roll down her cheeks. He didn’t even have to hold her head. Farhana would force his cock down her own throat because she knew that was what was good for her.

Javed almost forgot about the other woman in the room until he heard the thud. He looked down to see his beautiful aunt kneeling beside her sister. Her hands on her knees, almost too shy to start. Farhana turned her head and looked at her sister while Javed’s cock poked against her cheek. Afsana could see the perfect outline of his crown through her sisters stretched cheek.

Farhana leaned back and gasped for air as she held her son’s cock by the base and swung it around like a toy. “Look at it. Fucking look at it!” She yelled at her sister and grabbed her by the back of her neck “are you really gonna tell me.. you came all this way.. not to suck this thing? Hmm? Are you gonna sit there and just WATCH? While my baby boy fucks the ever loving shit out of me? Or are you gonna shut the fuck up.. and have Daddy mount you the way you deserve behna?” Farhana came on to her strong. The tough talking older sister, now cock crazed whore showing her little sister the ropes. Afsana could hardly believe this was her older pious sister, the words coming out of her mouth were so shocking to Afsana. But Afsana never knew her older sisters true side. The one she hid from everybody, the one that Farhana no longer held back.

Afsana gulped down her pride and crawled closer. She looked up at her nephew, the innocence still in her eyes. Javed grabbed his own cock by the base and slapped his meat across her face. “Get those puppy dog eyes out of here. When you’re here, you leave your innocence at the door. You leave that pathetic husband of yours at the door, you leave the prim and proper strict devout life.. at the fucking door. When you’re here!” He claimed as he continued to slap her face with his meaty cock. Each smack made Farhana smile wide “You. Belong. To me. You. Will. Worship. Me. I. Am your god. Now.” He slid his hand under her hijab and grabbed her hair. Afsana looked up in shame as she readily opened her mouth, knowing this is what she wanted. Have fed his thick dick into her mouth, her small mouth could hardly fit the girth of his shaft. She wasn’t as trained as Farhana.

Afsana purred and moaned trying to arrest her lips wider in order to fit more of his cock. Her tongue swirled around his cock head, tasting the concoction of her nephew’s precum and her sister’s saliva. Javed struck her cheek with his hand, slapping the dick out of her mouth. “You look at me when you suck that cock.” He ordered and guided her by the hair back on his cock. She moaned in agreement. Trying to be a good slut for her new daddy. She couldn’t believe she was sucking his cock. She couldn’t believe how good it tasted, the smell of his musk was beginning to make her head spin. She reached her free hand around his shaft and began stroking him while the other slid into her jeans and began rubbing her own pussy. All the while, Farhana had her arms wrapped around Javed’s toned leg.

Farhana smiled and kissed his thigh as her hand slid up his thigh and gently massaged his balls. She cupped them in her palm, slowly rolling them within it. Feeling them swell and the warmth of being so full of his holy seed. She gently grazed her nails along his sack, toying with his balls while her little sister was getting more accustomed to sucking the biggest cock she’s ever had. Farhana slid her fingers up against his swollen taint, feeling the arousal that has ballooned his prostate. She bit her lip as her finger slid further back between his sweaty asscheeks. Right down between his ass crack she finally found his tight little pucker. Using the pad of her finger she circled his little ring. She knew how much that turned him on. He claimed it was one of his lost intimate places. She could feel his pucker quiver and clench as she teased it. “Good girl.. suck that fucking dick.. it’s Allah’s will” Farhana cooed and slipped herself back behind Javed.

Javed held Afsana’s head, pushing her hijab off her head which to her was absolute blasphemy. He grabbed to fistfuls of her hair and held them like handle bars. His hips thrusting back and forth as he pried his cock through her lips, forcing her to get used to his size and find herself. Farhana sunk her fingers into his toned and firm ass the clenched everytime her thrusted forward and spread them apart to expose his dark wrinkled pucker. She grinned and dived between his ass, her tongue sticking out so she could tongue fuck his ass while he face fucked her little sister into submission. Farhana moaned and spat on his pucker. She ran her tongue up his sweaty, musky crack and swirled her tongue around his pucker. Javed slowed down for a moment giving Afsana a moment to breathe, Farhana ceased the opportunity. She buried her face between his ass and held his hips, pulling him back against her, her tongue shooting back and forth into his tight little hole, while her free hand gripped his shaft and milked it. She suddenly felt her hand behind slapped away, in confusion, Farhana ducked down to see who slapped her hand away, her view was obstructed by her daddy’s balls but she saw her sister spit on Javed’s cock and grip it with both hands to stroke him.

“Fuck this dick tastes so fucking good! Where have you been all my life… DADDY!” Afsana mewled. Javed laughed and playfully slapped her face. “Take those fucking clothes off.. you don’t need them anymore”

“Yes daddy! Anything for you daddy! Will you bless me with your holy cock like you blessed my sister daddy? Will you feed me that precious cum and make me yours. I promise I’ll be a good little slut just like my sister daddy” Afsana mimicked the tone that Farhana used. Farhana went back to devouring her son’s asshole. Afsana stripped her shirt off and shoved her jeans away leaving her in quite the modest pair of underwear. “After we’re done, we’re gonna go get you some lingerie for you to wear for daddy next time.” Javed reached behind him and gripped Farhana’s hair, pushing her deeper into his ass. “Isn’t that right mommy?”

Farhana moaned against his ass and Afsana crawled back under his cock and slid her tongue along his shaft. “Will your please fuck me daddy.. fuck my tight little cunt. Look at how tight I am.” She crawled back and sat on the couch, spreading her legs apart and licking her fingers before using them to spread her pussy open. “My husband doesn’t fuck me daddy.. he can’t even get it up if I touch him. He’s not strong and virile like you. So full of cum and so big.. please daddy.. please!”

Javed pulled Farhana’s head back as she gasped for air, her hair was in a mess, sweat and saliva coated her face. “Think you can’t wait while I fuck Khala jaan?” He smirked. Farhana swallowed and slid her finger against his asshole to tease him. “Fuck my little sister daddy” she grinned back him and slapped his ass.

Afsana could hardly contain her excitement. Even as her Bhaji made out with his ass, she could see his cock throb and bounce to every swirl of her tongue, his glorious and rich precum dripping out of his cock and dangling off the tip as if to cling to his holy member. She couldn’t help but think of what her family would think. What her husband would feel. Or how this is going to change her life forever. She knew that a cock like that was going to ruin her. It was going to change her. Not that she ever enjoyed sex with her husband but she wouldn’t be able to take his little cock anymore. Even for those 4-5 seconds where he spills his seed into her. She almost felt disgusted, humiliated and resentful for it now. Her thoughts vanished when she saw her sister give him the approval. What a loving sister she was, ready to share her man, knowing that Afsana doesn’t derive any pleasure from her marriage and is only in because the family chose this life for her. But this, this transformation, this was the first active choice she made for herself, in a long time. It was relieving and empowering to finally ask for what she wants and receiving it. It was truly Allah’s will. She had done everything she could to keep her faith and family happy. This was her reward.

Javed approached her and held her slender ankles. His cock stretched across her pale midriff, showing her just how deep he was going to be inside her. Afsana gasped and licked her palm before stroking his cock and looking up at her. “Fuck me meri maalik, (Fuck me my master,).” She whispered in awe. Javed gripped his shaft by the base and slapped his meat on her wet cunt. The splash echoed between them as Afsana whimpered in need. Javed spat down on his cock and smeared the saliva across her pussy as he lined his cock with her entrance. There was no turning back. Sucking cock was one thing but allowing another man to enter her womanhood was turning point.

Afsana’s breath grew heavier and heavier with anticipation. The rush of shame, guilt, arousal and need all clashed together as his bulbous crown pushed her hole apart. Her hand swiftly smacked his chest as she gasped. Her nails dug into his skin. “Bhaji!” She cried as his cock inched into her. Never has she experienced something so big impaling her. Her eyes teared up, her lower lip quivered. She clawed down his chest and Farhana quickly stood up to rush to her sister’s aid.

“It’s going to be ok Behna. Javed will take care of you alright. He’s a good daddy.. he won’t hurt you” she whispered and held her other hand. “It’s so big Bhaji. Fuck I’ve never..” a deep moan escaped her as his member surpassed the point where any man or her toys have gone. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Farhana smiled with pride and kissed her sister’s cheek. “Be a good little slut like me, and you can have him any time you want” she whispered in her sister’s ear while her free hand slid down to her pussy.

Farhana’s fingers glided across Afsana’s clit, her ring and middle finger spread her wet folds open. She looked up at the god fucking her own sister with a grin. “You’re so nasty daddy.. fucking your Khala jaan like this. Listen to her.. she never had a dick like yours before. Not like my own son’s” she purred and leaned down. “Let me ease it for you Behna”

Farhana leaned toward the Afsana’s womanhood, her cheek resting on her shaved pelvis, her tongue sliding across her skin and slowly flicking sliding toward her clit. Afsana’s voice hitched at the sensation. “Bhaji! What are you- fuuuuck!!” She moaned as Farhana flicked her clit with her sharp tongue. “No, no! This is.. wrong.. you shouldn’t..” she moaned, desperately trying to stop her sister from licking her pussy while her nephew’s raw cock sent her down a spiral or pleasure.

Afsana’s whole body rocked and shook with each powerful thrust. Farhana giggling as she reached under Afsana and slid her hand toward her son’s swollen balls. Using her soft palm to massage them while he stretched her little sister’s pussy. Javed moaned with a passion. Each thrust followed a deep grunt that complemented the claps of wet flesh that echoed around them. Afsana held the back of the couch, biting her own arm in order to stifle her cries of pleasure. Her legs shook in Javed’s grasp. Farhana giggled and sat up to meet her godly son.

“See how her legs shake daddy.. you know she’s going to cum.” She purred seductively. Her hand brushing across her rugged cheek, “does she feel good my son?” She leaned into his neck, kissing him, licking the drops of sweat that trickled down his mocha skin. “Does your aunt’s pussy feel good wrapped around your thick juicy holy cock?” Her moaned in his ear and nibbled on his ear lobe. Her sultry voice only encouraged him to fuck his aunt harder. Each thrust pulling a scream of pleasure from Afsana.

Farhana slid down to Afsana like a demoness of corruption. Her hand wrapped around Afsana’s slender throat.

“You’re close, aren’t you Behna?”

Afsana nodded as her eyes flickered to the heavens. The waves of pleasure rushing through her. “Doesn’t his cock feel so fucking good?” She growled in her ear and held her chin, making her look into Farhana’s eyes. “Cum on his cock Behna.. cum on your nephews big fat holy cock. Cum for him” she whispered and kissed her lips. Her tongue invading her mouth. Afsana, so lost in her own pleasure returned the favour and entwined her tongue with her sisters. Farhana pinched and twisted her sister’s perky, hardened nipple while they kissed each other with a passion.

Afsana finally gave in. She couldn’t continue kissing her sister any longer as the rush of orgasm washed over her. Her entire body quivered as her legs tried to seal her away. Javed’s strong hands gripped her thighs and spread her apart and pinned her into the couch. “Cum for me Khala Jaan. Cum for me” he moaned as he continued to thrust into her while the gush of cum from her pussy sprayed all over his cock, his pelvis and thighs. The splatters of cum dropped to the floor, she tried to wriggle away whilst screaming in what could have been the hardest she’s ever orgasmed in her life. Javed didn’t budge, her held her place until she was done.

Afsana’s body fell limp as she gasped and panted for air. Javed slowed down and eased his cock out of her. Farhana was also in shock to see how much her little sister had cum. She smiled In amazement, but her shock was short lived. Javed grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to his cock, filling that open mouth with his cum covered cock. Farhana initially smacked and tried to push herself away but she knew it was futile. She looked up at her son with a fiery gaze as she sucked his wet cock. Javed moaned as Farhana thrusted her own throat against his cock. She gagged and choked and coughed and finally leaned back, pumping his cock with one hand. “You’re so nasty daddy” she groaned, catching her breath.

Afsana lay there in awe. She had never experienced anything like this. She simply watched as her nephew wasn’t even done. He simply switched out of one hole and grabbed her sister to use her. She found herself beginning to understand why Farhana did what she did. If it were her, and she had a son like Javed, she would be fucking her son too.

Farhana stroked his wet cock and lifted it up so she could suck on his balls. She popped away and leaned back. Javed grasped her neck and spat down on her face. Farhana smiled proudly. She was happy to be blessed. His hand swiftly struck her cheek as he lifted her up to her feet. “You’ve been such a good slut today. Waiting for your little sister to get fucked before yourself. Daddy’s very proud of you” he smiled and guided her the couch next to Afsana who was still recovering.

“Thank you daddy! I love to serve you and your holy cock. Have I proven myself worthy now?” She asked as Javed turned her around and bent her over. Farhana smiled widely and held the back rest of the couch while arching her back to raise her ass up to her son. Afsana watched as Javed dropped to his knees first. She was surprised. She had never seen an alpha man drop to his knees behind a woman. Her eyes widened even more as she witness him spread her ass apart and begin to devour her asshole. Farhana moaned out and buried her head in her arms. “Fuck daddy! You know how much I love it when you eat my ass! Ya Allahhhh!!”

Afsana gasped and leaned forward to watch the man at work. Javed swirled his tongue around the ring of his mother’s asshole. He placed a soft kiss on her pucker before using his thumbs to stretch her open just enough to push his tongue deep into her hole. Farhana and Afsana gasped together Farhana lover the feeling of her son’s tongue in her ass while Afsana began to realise what a real man truly looks like. She always thought making the man eat her out was degrading to the man and she shouldn’t even entertain the thought, yet, here was a man who dicked her down better than any man she’s been with and he has no problem with devouring a woman and worshiping her. She watched with intrigued as her nephew went to town on her older sister butthole.

Javed’s lips surrounded her pucker, sucking on it while his tongue darted back and forth into her tight little butthole. Farhana reached behind her to grip his hair, pushing him deeper between her cheeks. She rolled her hips, grinding her ass against his face. Javed’s fingers slid between her sopping wet cunt as his tongue curled around her walls. “Fuck that feels so good daddy!” She moaned as her lips arched into a smile.

Javed pulled away and spanked her creamy ass. A bridge of saliva stretched between his lips her a wet hole only to snap and splatter across her ass as he once again stood up to line his cock with her pucker. “Give it to me daddy! Give mommy that big holy cock of yours! Cleanse me daddy. Cleanse my hole” she mewled like a wanton slut. Afsana gazed with excitement. Could her sister really take his cock in her ass? She wondered. She could hardly withstand it in her pussy, she wondered if her sister was more trained by this point.

It didn’t take long for the young man to stretch his mother’s asshole open with just his cock. Farhana squealed with joy as she felt that sense of being full with his cock. It made her feel complete, as if this was the life that was meant for her and nothing more. To be a free use slut for her own son. To offer her holes and to feel no remorse while using his body for her pleasure as well. To hell with the demons, this was more than that. This was what her life was meant to be. He was a dream come true and she didn’t need anyone else. He was the only man who could claim her, tame her, and protect her. She felt her intimacy and yearning for him grow, every time he entered her most sacred hole. She never once asked him to wear a condom. She didn’t believe in them. She needed to feel the raw, unbridled, richness of his cock within her.

Already her legs began to shake as he relentlessly thrusted into her ass for behind. Each powerful thrust sending ripples across her flesh. Javed gripped her shapely hips and climbed over her, squatting down and pumping her big beautiful ass. His balls slapped against her pussy every time his cock was swallowed whole. Afsana could hardly believe it. This didn’t frighten her, in fact, it motivated her to do more. She sprung from her seat and groped her nephew’s ass. “My sister can take a good dick can’t she? I guess I still have a lot more to learn from you bhaji” she grinned and squeezed Javed’s ass. “Fuck this beautiful slut baby” she growled.

Javed glared at his aunt, leaning over his mother’s ass, he ram his finger through her hair and pulled her closer. “She’s a dirty whore” he growled. “But don’t you dare think you’re any better.” His grip tightened as he pulled her head back and spat down on her face. Afsana wasn’t ready. The sudden dominance over her made her feel small and insignificant. The hot saliva dropped down her cheek and the ridge of her nose. “You’re mine now Khala jaan, don’t mistake your position.” Javed pulled his cock out of Farhana’s ass and quickly shoved it into Afsana’s mouth.

“That’s it my little slut, taste that ass on daddy’s cock”

Afsana moaned and protested but it was no use. His thick cock was lodged down her throat. She could taste a mix of her own cum, his precum, Farhana’s musky asshole all wrapped around his cock. Her eyes began to water. It was overwhelming. She wondered if what she was getting into was worth it while she was running out of air. Javed pulled her away, giving her a chance to breathe. The few thoughts of doubt had left her as she watched this god in front of her, take his cock and shove it right back into Farhana’s ass. Farhana cried out in pain as his member stretched her out without warning but it was followed by a giggle that could only be described as giddy. She enjoyed it. She had given herself up to him, something Afsana thought she had done as well but the lingering taste of her sister’s ass on her tongue, it stirred something. It brought on a whole new feeling of being slutty. She was afraid until this man thrusted it upon her and now that she’s gotten the taste, she began to like it. Unconsciously swirling her spit in her mouth to gather more of what he left behind, just swallowing it. She watched his member glide back and forth, watched him spit on his own cock and her sister’s ass turn red from the number of times he’s slapped it, and every time Farhana would say “harder daddy! HARDER!” Afsana couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. Javed’s grip was still in her hair while Farhana thrusted her ass back again his cock in desperation to feel him inside her.

Javed was getting close. There was no way he could last much longer. He clenched everything he could in order to hold back as long as he could. His own mother thrusting her ass back at him, her walls clamping down and trapping his cock, milking it for all its worth. He let out a deep grunt and pulled away. His cock slipped out of her aching asshole. Her pucker stretched beyond belief. Her ass quivered and clenched but her walls couldn’t not seal themselves, it breathed while she looked back in need only to see her son take his throbbing cock and shove it down her sisters throat. She couldn’t deny, seeing him fucker her mouth like a fleshlight turned her on. Farhana reached down between her legs, circling her clit and fingering her own pussy to the sight of her son using her little sister’s mouth.

Javed held Afsana’s head with both hands as he rammed her mouth with his young virile cock. She coughed and choked yet still looked up at him through her brimming eyes. Her tongue hanging out from her mouth so she could taste his wet and sweaty balls with each thrust. Javed thrusted her head down to his pelvis. Her throat bulged and contorted, struggling to accept this intrusion. He held her down for a couple of seconds and then pulled her off and tossed her aside like a used tissue. Afsana fell to the ground, gasping for air and holding her own neck. She felt her windpipe ache in pain and her whole neck felt strained. She looked and up Javed, who was was back at it. Only this time, his cock was in her sister’s pussy.

Javed was ready to cum, he could see his mother’s asshole had taken quite the beating but his favourite place to cum was inside her pussy. It was the ultimate taboo. To breed his own mother. To fill her with the young potent seed of her own offspring. Farhana’s cries of joy grew ever louder as she played with her clit. Her fingers then reached out and cupped her son’s balls. They were no longer sagging and heavy, they were tight and perky, filled to the brim with his seed, ready to release. They were warm with heat. She herself felt like it was her own mating season. She was in constant heat and ached to be fucked and filled. She could hardly think of anything else. Her fingers grazed over his taint. Shivers ram up Javed’s spine as Farhana stimulated his prostate from the outside.

Even as the cum began to flow from his cock, Javed didn’t stop. His thrusts were just as powerful and although unsynchronised, Javed kept pumping her womb. Farhana lost all ability. She could neither speak or scream, she moved to his rhythm with her eyes rolled too far back behind her eyelids. She loved the feeling of her son’s warm, creamy cum flooding her. She fell limp out of exhaustion and bliss. Javed pulled away and fell back on the floor. He laughed and panted until he just lay back on shag carpet with a smile on his face.

Farhana slipped down from the couch, she flowed light water as her entire body felt like it had turned to jelly. Even though her ass was on fire and stung like hell, she wore a smile of content because she would be disappointed if it were any less. She slithers under her sons arm and kissed his muscular chest. “Thank you daddy. Thank you for blessing me with your holy seed,” She whispered and brushed her palm across her cheek. They both looked at Afsana, who was sitting on her knees unsure if was invited to cozy up with her new lover. The two of them smiled and Javed extended his arm out to her, taking her by the hand and guiding her into his side. The two women wrapped their arms around his torso and entwined their legs around each of his. Farhana began kissing him across the chest as a sign of gratitude and praise for the pleasure he has given her and Afsana followed suit.

“Am I.. can I.. come back? And do this again?” Afsana asked her lips brushing against Javed’s nipple. Farhana stroked her cheek and smiled. “Daddy likes to share. And he needs women like us who know how precious he is. Isn’t that right daddy?” Farhana replied. Javed tilted her chin toward him and kissed her lips. “Khala jaan, you’re mine now. I know your husband isn’t treating you the way you deserve.. you belong to me now.” Javed stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

Afsana couldn’t help but feel safe. She was finally somewhere she belonged. She belonged to someone, someone who would show her infinite pleasure and make her feel like a woman again. She nuzzled only his chest and kissed him over and over. The three of them lay there for a while until they drifted off into slumber. But before drifting off into slumber Farhana looked at her son, her master, her daddy, the man with the holy cock. He looked so much like his father....not Ali, not the man Javed had thought of his father but his real father the man who had taken Farhana’s virginity, the man who had impregnated her....Akshay. Javed looked like the spitting image of Akshay. Farhana knew that she needed to tell Javed the truth, he had the right to know.

To be continued...