"Mom, I need to tell you something," I said, my heart racing as I prepared to confess my sins.
My mom, a devout Muslim woman who wore a hijab, sat across from me with a stern expression on her face. Her large tits, concealed beneath her modest clothing, were a stark contrast to her strict exterior. I had always admired her beauty, but I knew that voicing such thoughts would be a grave mistake.
"What is it, son?" she asked, her voice sharp and unforgiving.
I took a deep breath and spilled the beans. "I fucked my aunt, Mom. And she's pregnant."
My mom's eyes widened with shock, but not the kind of shock I expected. Instead of anger or disappointment, I saw a flash of jealousy. "What?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
"I didn't plan it, Mom. It just happened. But I'm not the only one to blame. She seduced me." I knew it wasn't the whole truth, but I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had been the one to initiate the illicit encounter.
My mom's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you enjoy it, son?" she asked, her voice filled with contempt.
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "Yes," I finally admitted, my face flushing with shame.
My mom's lips curled into a sneer. "Of course you did. Just like your aunt always gets what she wants."
I stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
My mom sighed, her eyes filled with sadness and regret. "Your aunt has always been a whore, stealing everything from me – including you."
I shook my head, trying to make sense of her words. "I don't understand."
My mom's eyes filled with tears as she began to explain. "I've had a crush on you for a while, son. I wanted you to be mine, to fuck me and fill me with your cum." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But your aunt stole that from me. She seduced you and made you hers."
I felt a pang of guilt as I listened to her words. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't know."
My mom wiped away her tears and glared at me. "Sorry won't cut it, son. There's only one way I can forgive you, and that's by making me pregnant as well."
I stared at her in shock. "What?"
"I want you to fuck me, son. I want you to fill me with your cum and make me pregnant, just like your aunt." She spat the words at me, her jealousy and anger bubbling to the surface.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "But Mom, that's wrong. You're my mother."
My mom's eyes flashed with anger. "Wrong or not, I want you, son. And I want you now."
I swallowed hard, my cock stirring in my pants. "I don't know if I can do that, Mom."
My mom snorted. "You will, son. And you will make me pregnant. Just like your whore of an aunt."
I hesitated for a moment, before finally giving in. "Okay, Mom. If that's what it takes to make things right between us, then I guess I have no other choice but to do it."
My mom smiled triumphantly at me as she spread her legs wide open right there on the living room couch while simultaneously undoing her pants revealing her already wet pussy lips to me as she beckoned me closer towards her inviting wet pussy. "That's a good boy, son. Now come here and stick that big hard cock of yours deep inside my wet tight little Muslim pussy, son. And don't you dare to cum inside of me until I finally get pregnant by your seed, son. Just like your whore of an aunt."
I could see the jealousy and anger in her eyes as she spoke those words to me. But at the same time, I could also see the desire and lust in her eyes as well. And it was that desire and lust that ultimately won out over everything else as I found myself unable to resist her tempting wet tight little Muslim pussy any longer.
I slowly began to unbutton my shirt as I watched my mom closely with each passing moment as I prepared myself both mentally as well as physically for what was about to come next between the two of us as we were about to engage in some very forbidden and incestuous family fucking fun right here and now in our own living room of all places.
As I continued to undress myself right there in front of her very own two piercingly penetratingly fucking eyes of hers, I couldn't help but to notice how her huge tits of hers were now beginning to heave and bounce and jiggle and sway back and forth in perfect sync with each and every one of my own hard thrusting deep deep deep deep inside of her wet tight little Muslim pussy as I fucked her hard and deep and rough and raw and relentlessly and mercilessly and unapologetically and unashamedly, I continued to thrust deep inside my mom's wet, tight little Muslim pussy. Her moans grew louder as her tits bounced with each forceful thrust, and I knew she was getting closer to climax.
"That's it, son," she panted. "Fuck me harder. Make me your whore."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at her words, but I pushed it aside and focused on the task at hand. I grabbed her by the waist and began to pump my cock into her with even more force, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
"Fuck, Mom," I groaned, feeling my own orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum."
I gritted my teeth and continued to fuck her, my cock swelling inside her as I fought to hold back my orgasm. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my muscles ached from the effort, but I knew I couldn't stop until she was pregnant.
My mom's eyes rolled back in her head as she finally reached her peak, her pussy clenching around my cock in a vice-like grip. "Oh, fuck, son," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "I'm cumming."
I could feel my own orgasm building, my cock throbbing as it prepared to unleash a torrent of cum deep inside her. "I'm gonna cum, Mom," I groaned, my voice thick with desire.
"Do it, son," she whispered, her eyes filled with lust and longing. "Fill me up with your cum."
I thrust into her one last time, my cock exploding as I filled her pussy with my hot, sticky cum. "Oh, fuck, Mom," I groaned, collapsing on top of her as I caught my breath.
My mom smiled up at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Thank you, son," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "I've never felt anything like that before."
I kissed her softly, feeling a strange mix of guilt and satisfaction. "I love you, Mom," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too, son," she replied, her eyes filled with love and desire. "Now let's go upstairs and do it again."
As we stood up and began to make our way up the stairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This was all so wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right. I knew that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but I also knew that I would do whatever it took to make my mom happy – even if it meant fucking her senseless and making her pregnant just like her whore of an aunt.