Family and Friends in Dubai Ch. 05bydarthewriter©
Brief recap; Fahad has just been caught having sex with his sister-in-law by his 'very proper' mother but ....
We had been careless or maybe pushed our luck a little too far but there at the foot of the bed Ammi stood staring at us. She remained motionless, Wide eyed, her face flushed and her mouth open in shock, she looked down at us. Barely a foot from my ass as I lay on top of Naila's butt, my buttocks clenched as I held my cock deep in Naila's ass and spewed my seed deep into her ear end.
Ammi saw us in full living color, Sweaty, panting and 'coupled'. How long had she been there and how much had she seen? My cock shriveled in fear and my heart missed several beats.
Naila and I quickly and a little painfully became uncoupled with a 'pop' sound. A string of cum, as fine as a spider web's thread followed my prick as it withdrew from Naila's gapping cream pied asshole, eventually breaking as physics dictated. The thread cold as it dripped onto my thigh
We jumped off the bed to hide our nakedness, kneeling, almost cowering at the side of the bed. Naila buried her head in her hands while I just stared in mindless confusion.
Without saying a word, Ammi closed her mouth looking at us and then the bed and back at us, her face red with anger.
Yet, something in her eyes made me think. I had seen that look before so many times that I could not possibly be mistaken. It was the unmistakable look of lust, the heated gaze of a woman ready and willing to fuck, suck or anything else. The 'come on' look that my many lovers had had as I prepared to pleasure them; but in my mothers eyes? That confused me and even shocked me. No I had to be wrong, my mother couldn't have been 'turned-on' by the sight of her son's Lund lodged in the gaand (butt) hole of his sister-in-law, could she?
"Naila, get out," Ammi said her voice heavy and charged with emotion. Naila jumped up and fled to her own room using her discarded clothing to hide the strategic zones of her body.
As Naila fled, I couldn't help but notice the glint of man juice on her thighs as it trickled out of her anus. Despite the tension in the air, my prick gave a throb of lusty approval at this.
I listened to the sound of her bare feet on the marble floor, my ears suddenly hyper sensitive to noise. The TV was off (Since I didn't recall either me or Naila switching it off, I assumed Ammi had) and as I listened, I heard a door open and then close and foot steps could be heard no more.
"Take a shower." Ammi said closing the bedroom door behind Naila and then turning and leaning against it.
I stood covering my balls and cock with my hands and backed towards the bathroom door.
I spent 15 to 20 minutes in the shower my heart racing with the magnitude of what had just a happened. My mother had seen me with my cock well and truly up Naila's ass, butt fucking my sister-in-law. The implications were appalling. But there was that look and my certainty that it showed that she had found the sight arousing. How could that be true?
I shook my head and stood under the cold stream of water from the shower.
I thought about the moment I heard Naila gasp followed by Ammi's scream. Wait a minute. The scream had followed Naila's gasp of fear and panic, and yet Ammi had been beside the bed, watching us, why hadn't she screamed as she opened the bedroom door and first saw us? She had entered the room without us hearing her or seeing her until she was close enough to stick a finger up my butt if had wanted to. It didn't make sense.
Then I realized that there had been one more 'odd' thing. Ammi's hands had not gone to her mouth in shock, or covered her eyes or even launched a punishing series of slaps on my naked ass. The hadn't because they were pressed between her legs.
I pulled back out of the shower, shocked, confused and thought about that again about that split second when I turned at her scream and saw her.
Yes, I was sure about it, Ammi's hands had been between her legs. Why would they have been there? The only answer for her delaying her outraged scream of shock and for having her hands where they were was obvious. She had been turned on by what she saw and was rubbing herself.
I pieced together a scenario and decided that Ammi had come home, turned off the TV heard a noise from my room and peeked in, been turned on and then maybe crept in to get a close look, maybe not thinking that sooner or later we would have seen her. Had she wanted us to see her, since she had not actually tried to stop us?
I frowned and stuck my head back under the cold shower to clear it of such ridiculous thoughts.
Deciding that I couldn't stay in the shower all day, I switched off the shower and dried myself, wrapping the damp towel around my waist, I went to face the music and deal with the consequences of my actions.
I entered the bedroom to see the bed made and Ammi sitting on it "Don't worry. No one is here," She said "I sent your 'little playmate', Naila out and told her not to come home until I called her."
I stood unsure what to do painfully aware of Ammi's gaze scanning me as the towel hung, my manhood's bulge clearly visible.
I looked down in shame I guess, or was it resignation? I wasn't sure.
"Come here," Ammi said as she settled herself more comfortably on the edge of the bed.
I walked over, my hands folded over the bulge of my cock in the clinging damp towel and waited for the heavens to fall on me.
"You are not the first man to have an affair with his sister-in-law." She said "Nor are you the first man to be caught while fucking her. I can see that Naila seemed to be enjoying what you were doing to her very much so I am sure you didn't force her to have sex with you. Was anal sex your idea or hers?"
I was too stunned by her words and her question to answer so Ammi said "Never mind."
"The fact is," She continued relaxing slightly, "Faisel is not taking interest in her. He is leaving her 'unsatisfied'. I hear them argue and I hear her talk to Zainab about it. Faisel is so much like your father in many ways."
Ammi reached out and eased my hands down to my sides. I watched in fascination, shock and fear as she said "When a woman is 'unsatisfied' in her husband's bed, then she strays into another man's bed."
"Maybe it is better that Naila had turned to you to satisfy her when you were in Karachi." She continued "Yes, I know that you were fucking her and I also know that you were using that Beena slut too."
"Housemaids know that the men of the house they serve in will want 'extra' services off them. Especially when those men are young like Faisel and studs like you. A little extra money always helps, doesn't it?"
Ammi paused and sighed before shaking her head "I worry about your brother at times. Faisel never tried to bed her, strangely, neither has your father, but you were not as silly as they are, Are you?"
"No chokri (Girl) will escape your attention, especially if she shakes her gaand a bit and flashes some tit."
Ammi smiled as she said this and nodded her head slowly before saying "I made sure to warn her not to be overly smart with me or you."
Ammi patting the bed beside her said "Sit down Fahad. I think we need to have a little chat."
When I was seated, hands folded over my groin Ammi explained, "I told her clearly that if she tried to blackmail or trap you, I would throw her naked into the street in broad daylight along with Sarmad (the chowkidar) and call the police. Can you imagine what the police would have done with her?"
Ammi shuddered before saying "I wouldn't like to do that to any woman but to protect my family, I would do anything."
She looked me in the eye her gaze steely as she said this. I had no doubt she meant it.
"Sex is natural and necessary for health." She added, putting her hand on my thigh and making me feel very uncomfortable.
I dared not move her hand as she continued "I don't know if Sarmad is her uncle, cousin or just from her village but I know he fucks her and I have seen enough bitches like her trying to entangle a man between their thighs followed by claims of pregnancy, in my life time. I know how to deal with them."
"A man has needs." Ammi said with a shrug, her hand now moving slowly up and down my thigh as she added "So does a woman."
"If Naila wants cock then give to her." Ammi said looking at me in the eye and gently squeezing my damp towel wrapped thigh. "Give it to her anyway she wants".
It was one of those moments in my life, on par with when my father advised me to screw the house maid to solve my erection 'problem'. That was the second when my moral compass seemed to go haywire.
In this case, as Ammi's words sunk in and her behavior became more blatantly seductive, the bedrock on which my family stood turned to sand. My mother had just Okayed my screwing my sister-in-law, and was now trying to seduce me.
It was so clear to me that I shuddered at the implications even as I found my mind fill with sinful thoughts.
If it had been another woman, I would have already acted. Certainly it took effort to stop my cock from popping up hard in the towel.
I had to admit it, Ammi had maintained herself. No serious signs of flab or fat on her. Even though she was past the age of fifty she looked as fresh as any thirty-somethings I had ever met or fucked for that matter.
Yes, she dressed according to her age and according to the image she liked to maintain of the hard pressed, lower middle class housewife. The image she projected was now breaking and shattering before my eyes.
I saw her quickly lick her lips and saw that look in her eyes certain now that it was the eternal look of sexual attraction and pure unashamed lust.
"We all have needs." Ammi repeated "You, Naila, even a middle aged housewife like me."
Ammi tugged at the towel and it fell open, my manhood washed, shaved and hardening, bared naked for Ammi to hungrily look at.
"Don't say anything." she cooed "Don't move an inch."
Her soft hands shook slightly as she stroked my cock shaft and then she slipped to her knees beside the bed in front of me.
As I watched almost unable to breath, Ammi held my cock up straight and licked the mushroom head of it with a couple of long sensuous passes. "Oh it is beautiful" she sighed." I hope you washed your Lund well after shoving it up Naila's gaand."
Her street talk stunned, confused and aroused me. I didn't know Ammi could speak so trashy.
"Ammi" I whispered "what, what are you doing?" A thrill shot through me as she teased the dry piss slit of my cock."
Ammi looked up at me and said "You know what I am doing. Something I have wanted to do for months. Don't tell anyone Fahad. Not a word, ever."
She resumed licking the swollen head of my cock like it was an Igloo King Cone ice-cream.
I watched, my hands gripping the bed sheet as she held my shaft, alternating between pumping it and squeezing it gently as her mouth swallowed the mushroom head that topped it.
She pushed my thighs apart and started to lick my balls and kiss my thighs and groin. Her hands never for a moment stopped stroking, pumping and teasing my Lund.
Ammi looked up at me as I stared down at her and smiled in that lusty, wicked way a woman who loves sucking cock does as she sucks and handles your man meat.
I wanted to put my hands on her head and hold it as I made her suck my now fully restored prick. But I resisted unsure why. Was the idea of face fucking my own mother still too taboo to contemplate?
She paused, stood up, and removed her kameez (long shirt). I stopped breathing as she stood shirtless, her breasts cupped in a hideous pink bra. 'Fuck woman' I thought 'we need to go shopping!'
Her breasts were full and looked firm while her tummy showed a little but not too much flab. The typical South Asian woman's Sari pait look (sari tummy look). It was not excessive and had a certain eroticism to it.
'Not bad for a mother of four and a grand mother too' I thought. I had bedded less fit looking women in my short but sex filled life. I waited for her next move.
Ammi pushed me backwards across the bed and then parted my knees with her legs as she moved between them.
"You just lie there and don't move." She ordered.
I wrestled with confusion. This couldn't be happening but it was. My mother was standing over my naked prone body after just licking my cock.
Questions flashed through my mind, as I lay back on my elbows and watched Ammi, waiting for her to drop her shalwar and panties. I knew she had panties on because I could make out the pink of them through her white shalwar trousers.
What would I see when she finally stripped? This was the point at which I had mentally decided that there would be no holding back and that I would screw her.
I closed my eyes and tried to gather my thoughts. This was too freaking weird for words.
I wondered if her pussy was wide and loose after giving birth to me and my siblings.
Did Papa feel cheated that it was and find the frustration of a 'free fit' over powering?
In search of a 'tight-fit' did he try to stick his cock up her butt? Or was the lack of tightness (and Ammi's presumed refusal to do anal) leading him astray?
Had he ever licked the sensitive folds of skin of Ammi's womanhood or sucked and lapped at the juice that had flowed from Ammi aroused cunt hole?
Had this sex starved woman I now saw my mother to be, ever lifted and parted her legs for another man?
Had anyone lapped at her juices and savored the taste of them before feeding their cock into her waiting choot?
What did she taste like?
Did she moan or whimper during sex?
Did she hump her ass and buck like a bronco as she was screwed?
Most erotic of all, had papa been her first and only lover?
Was there a dirty little secret in the past of the very upright woman Ammi had until a few hours ago seemed to be?
Was there a moment of passion perhaps, or a string of torrid sexual acts with a past lover or maybe even, lovers?
Suddenly I imagined Ammi in a pair of black lace panties and a matching black lace bra, and felt my cock strain and throb in need.
I felt Ammi move and the bed sag slightly. Opening my eyes I saw my mother stripped down to her bra and panties, moving onto the bed.
She grabbed my cock and held it tight, pumping it as she said firmly, "You don't tell anyone understood?"
Ammi got astride me and sat down on my stomach. Her wet heat was burning through her panty crotch as she reached behind her butt to pull my dick up.
It was the weirdest thing I could have ever imagined. My mother, the decent, respectable and often tyrannical, defacto 'head of the family' was sitting astride my stomach, rubbing herself against it while my erect cock was held and pressed by her hands against the crack of her ass. She stroked and squeezed my Lund as I wondered what I should do.
Ammi was looking at me with a look of total lust. Zainab had been right, Ammi was in need of a fuck how would I ever tell Zainab but then why would I want to?
She adjusted her position, sliding down so that her choot was now squashing my cock flat against my groin; with both her hands on my chest she began moving her wet panties cover choot along my manhood.
"Mama" I asked "should we be doing this?" Face it, the son inside me was still trying to resist what his body told him it wanted. The last offer to stop was offered and ignored.
She leaned forward and put her lips to mine and kissed me. To my surprise, my mouth opened and she slipped her tongue inside to spar with mine. No matter what might be in my mind, my body was not listening. Instinct was at the wheel and damn the consequences.
"It's so wrong, so nasty." I moaned not caring, between kissing her mouth and then kissed her neck passionately.
I felt Ammi raise her crotch and felt her hands go between her legs to her pull her panties aside and grab my cock. I took hold of her hips to steady her as she slipped my cock into her and rode me. Her cunt was damned hot and very wet but not as satisfyingly tight as many women I had screwed in my life. Childbirth had taken its toll obviously.
She was panting, and moaning and soon came, dumping a flood of cum over my cock and balls. I felt her juice slide over my balls and thighs, down between my legs to dampen the bed sheet under my ass.
Any hesitation, doubt or guilt died the moment I felt her cum soak my Lund.
I was paying the bills; I had bought the house back home, financed the cars and financed the luxuries that my family now seemed to take for granted. I had even paid for the airline tickets that brought the whole herd over, kids and all! Since I was paying for the whole herd, why not milk the cows?
I had been drained by Naila but still had a few drops of man juice sloshing around in my balls. I took control and turned, and flung Ammi onto her back and went to mount her. Before I slipped between her slightly thick thighs and mounted her I pulled her panties off with great annoyance and tossed them aside. The ugly things (yes I would take her shopping straight away) were distracting from the beauty of the shaven choot gapping and drooling pussy juice that lay bare before me.
I moved quickly between her legs and held my cock at the hole that had brought me into the world and with a satisfaction I cannot explain, I slammed hard and deep into her.
Her legs went up and my balls slapped wetly against her butt crack in almost one fluid motion.
Ammi gasped in shock and grabbed me tightly, pulling me down against her breasts and embracing me hard.
The nylon of her matronly bra, felt horrible against my skin. They were all that stood between my chest and Ammi's breasts, the tits I had sucked on as a baby and now wanted to suck on again. I hated it for that.
I held onto her hips and moved in and out of her cunt with all the vigor and passion I could summon. If this was what Ammi wanted then she would get a ride to make her wet her panties for the rest of her life.
OOOOHHH." She panted her ankles crossed above my waist as we fucked
"Ok." I breathed "You asked for it mother, now take my Lund. Fuck it Ammi. Feel it deep in you." I then kissed her deeply on the mouth and invaded it with my tongue. As I thrust my hard cock into her gooey, leaking cunt.
"Oh Fahad." Ammi moaned breaking my train of thought "Oh you make me so is hot."
I lifted my head from he eager mouth and struggled to free myself from her embrace. I looked at her firm, beautifully proportioned breasts still trapped in her un-sexy bra and wondered what Ammi's nipples looked like?
Were they copper red like Sita's or more reddish like Zainab's? They were like Zainab's most likely. Mother and daughter would have the same color or would they? It would be interesting to find out. They were so similar in other ways. Ammi was an older and fuller figured version of Zainab, and Zainab's sexy body blew my mind.
'Oh Zainab' I thought 'If you could see me now on top of Ammi screwing the shit out of her, what would you say?'
"Mother fucker." I moaned, that is what Zainab would say.
"Hurry son." Ammi moaned "I am so damned hot. Fuck me quickly before everyone gets home."
I rammed my hard prick to the soft wetness of her cunt and pulled at the cups of her bra trying to get at her little tit buttons inside.
"Ahhhhh Mother Fucker" She sighed "That feels so good". Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard."
I abandoned my attempts to loosen her bra as Ammi again pulled me tight against he chest. I began pumping her hard, enjoying the feel of my balls against her ass and the sound of her breathing.
Every time she moaned and panted 'motherfucker' my heart fluttered with excitement and my hips sent an extra deep thrust into her choot. Each thrust producing a surprised gasp as it filled her.