Holy Cock Ch. 01

**Hi All, so this is a re-edited version of my very first story Holy Cock. I got a lot of enquiries about why the Holy Cock stories were removed. It was mainly because I was going over it and was not happy with the quality of the writing. It might come across as slightly arrogant but I believe I have improved a lot. So I have done some edits here and there. And also added some more details. But largely it still remains the same story. Chapter 2 and 3 will be uploaded in due course shortly after that...Chapter 4. Yes a new chapter. So enjoy the story, please do remember this is fictional and not realistic at all, so don't take it too seriously.**

**Some Useful words to know before you read the story:

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

Ammi -- Means mother/mum in urdu.

Kuffar/Kafir- Arabic for "Non-believer".

"I hate her, I absolutely fucking hate her. The woman just gets on my nerves," The woman Javed was talking about was his mother Farhana.

They just had one of their big arguments, and as usual it ended it with Javed leaving his house in anger. Javed wasn't the type of guy who would get angry often, in fact amongst his friends he was known for his calm and collected demeanour. But when it came to his mother that calm and collected demeanour usually went out the window.

The woman was hard to please, Javed was young and very intelligent young man, he always got good, hell even great grades at school, then collage. These grades had even helped him get in to one of the top universities in the country but his mother still disapproved of him, whilst any mother would proud of her child achieving so much, Farhana was a different story all together.

Whilst she certainly was impressed with his academic excellence, what bothered her the most was her son's stance on religion. Farhana had been brought up in a strict Muslim family from birth, the importance of religion was embedded in her from the beginning. It was an essential part of her life, therefore seeing her son flaunt prayers, openly mock Islam made her angry.

Javed had the right blend of arrogance and swagger along with his good looks made him appealing to other women. Being 6 ft 4, muscular and of a darker complexion, sometimes people would confuse him as black, but that was okay Javed was used to the casual racism. Add to that the fact that he had been blessed with a large tool that he often used to please women. Of course his mother knew he had several girlfriends, She disapproved of the current whore her son called "girlfriend".

She often chided him for having a kafir (infidel) girlfriend. Unlike her son Farhana was of much lighter complexion. She was so fair skinned that her grandmother used to call her gora (whitey) as a nickname. She was 5 ft 3, with a curvy and thick figure, one that had only gotten more thick over the years, she measured in at 42-36-38, with 34 DD breast and an ass that only seemed to have gotten bigger over the years. Unlike some of her friends at the mosque she had not become fat or overweight, the weight that she had gained looked good on her, she was a beautiful busty and thick woman. She still got a lot of male attention despite dressing in a conservative manner and always wearing a hijab.

Her face looked soft, her lips full and full of natural colour, her eyes were an innocent brown colour and her skin smooth. She had dark, long straight hair that most people did not see when she had her hijab on. Her alluring beauty and short stature belied the fact that she was a fire cracker of a woman, especially when she angry or if she felt like she had been hard done. Often it was her son Javed that would catch most of the heat, and Javed wasn't afraid to dish it back with his sarcastic remarks.

Caught up in this crossfire of in this war was Javed's father and Farhana's husband Ali. He was 5 ft 7, a loving and very unassuming man, he had a good job, loved his wife and son. He was a stark contrast to his son, who was tall and muscular, Ali was very much a middle aged man who had let himself go. He would often laugh when people would remark just how different Javed was to him, and ask him if Javed was adopted. Unlike the men in Ali's family Javed was ridiculously tall, height was not a trait that men in Ali's family had but there was always that one oddity in the family, and Javed certainly was that, thanks to his height and darker complexion.

Whilst Ali would try his best to diffuse the "war" between his and wife as best as he could, he also enjoyed it to certain extent it had become a daily routine. All his wife and son saw was there hate for each other, but Ali could also see the love. Javed had gotten in to cycle accident about a year ago, the first person rush to his side was his mother. Whilst they might say they hate each other, it was clear to Ali that deep down these two did love each other dearly.

The Day

"Javed why didn't you do you prayers yesterday," Farhana shouted as Javed entered the kitchen.

"You see dear mother the reason I didn't pray, I just wasn't bloody bothered to do it and I didn't want to waste my time on praying to a fictional being that is sitting up in the clouds," retorted Javed, he knew the reaction he would get from his mother but he still did it nonetheless.

That retort was enough to send Farhana over the edge, she was ready to erupt like a volcano, "Astagfirullah(Forgive me lord), you dirty kuffar(non believer), you ungrateful piece of shit. How dare you mock Islam, you don't have enough time to pray but you have enough time to fuck that kuffar whore! You think I don't know what you are fucking up to you cunt." Farhana screamed, her eyes bulging, she was seething at the disrespect her son was showing.

Farhana had noticed a shift in Javed's personality as he got older. He definitely was no longer her sweet little boy, he was a full grown man. Farhana also knew Javed was baiting her with his comments but she always took the bait and went off on a rant.

Javed just couldn't handle it any more he just burst in to fit of laughter, Farhana looking confused and still very angry asked, "Why the hell are you laughing?!".

Javed tried to stop the laughter but he just couldn't, "Well my dear mother, you like your religion are just full of contradictions. I am pretty sure in the Quran it say's some where that you should avoid using foul language. But here you are cursing a like sailor." Javed couldn't help but continue laughing at his mothers outburst.

"Get the hell out of the house, NOW!" Farhana screamed, she just couldn't handle it any more.

"Yes your highness," Javed bowed, as he left the house with a big smile on his face. His mother was right, he was fucking his girlfriend Chloe, a beautiful red head from the same university as him.

Javed was happy to leave the house, he had to get to University any way. Soon as he got to his university he realised instantly that he had forgotten his books back at home. Which meant he had to go back to the battlefield, although he had won the morning battle he wasn't sure if he could win another battle, but he needed his damn books.

So Javed made his way back home dreading the fact that he would have to deal with his mother again. Javed was hoping that he could sneak in to the house quietly and get his stuff, so he opened the door quietly trying not to make any sound he crept inside whilst closing the door behind him.

He quickly checked the living room to see if his mother was there but she wasn't in the living room, nor was she in the kitchen which probably meant that she had gone shopping. Javed couldn't believe how lucky he was, his mother wasn't home "Thank god," that made Javed smile.

He was making his way up stairs when he suddenly heard a scream "ALLAHHHHH! Aaaaaalllah, that feels great ughhhhh!!"

By the sound of the screams, the moaning and the grunts Javed guessed that his father had decided to pay his mother a visit for lunch, it seemed like they were enjoying it and were well in to it. Javed was a little mortified at the sound of his parents having sex, also a little surprised since his dad never seemed all that interested. He decided that he should leave them to it, let them have there fun, plus he would have to pass there bedroom on the way to his. He didn't think he could deal with the image of his parents fucking, even though he had to admit he was a little curious but not that curious.

As he was about to leave he realised something he hadn't seen his dad's car in front of the house "Maybe he took the bus or something," he thought to him self.

Just as he was about to open the door and leave he heard his mother scream, "Oh god, oh god yesssss, this feels great. Yes keeping fucking, ohhhhh, ughh, ughhh. Yeah fuck me oh ALLLLAHHH! that's it!!"

"Imam (Priest) Masood, harder, harder, do it fucking harder. Cleanse my pussy with your dick... oh god."

Javed stopped dead in his track, "What the fuck, Imam Masood!"

He realised that his mother was not up there with his father but the fucking local Imam. That hypocritical whore, she was fucking cheating on his father. As he stormed up the stairs the grunting, the moaning and the sound of the bed squeaking increased.

The door of the bedroom was closed but not fully it was slightly ajar. He had planned it in his head, he was going to storm in to the room grab that bloody Imam, give him a good ass whooping throw him out the house and then he would deal with that whore he called mother.

But as he approached the door for some reason he stopped. He didn't know why but instead just kicking the door open he opened slightly and peaked inside. The image of his mother on all fours getting taken from behind, made his dick stir. He knew that seeing her like this so depraved and slutty, it should have disgusted him. But he just stared at her in wonder, he was particularly mesmerised by her firm boobs. His mother seemingly had curves in all the right places. She was a thick woman, he watched as her body jiggled with each thrust, especially her phat ass.

He could feel his cock straining against his jeans, he felt his hand involuntarily move towards his crotch. Then suddenly he snapped out of this trance and barged in to the room, soon as he entered Farhana's eye met her son's.

That was enough to send her over the edge and she came instantly, "OH ALLLAHHH....I'm cummingggggg."

The site of her son standing there watching her made the orgasm even more powerful. Javed had enough he marched up to the bed, grabbed the bloody Imam who was so in to fucking Farhana that he had failed to notice Javed.

Javed grabbed the Imam and threw him off the bed on to the floor, he then began to kick and punch the Imam furiously, taking out all his anger on him. Javed was angry at his mother for being such a hypocritical slut.

He was angry by the fact that he had caught his mother with the Imam of all people, he was angry at him self for being so turned on by his mother and angry because he believed for some perverted reason that it should have been him ramming his cock in to her womb.

Javed suddenly stopped beating the crap out of the Imam and told him to get dressed. Javed then explained in great detail to the Imam what he would do to him if he ever saw him next to his home, lets just say it involved a baseball bat and a hole in the Imams body. With that the Imam turned and ran away from the house, he would never again come near this house ever.

Javed then turned towards his mother, who was still lying on the bed naked. His eyes scanned the whole of her naked body, it was the first time in his entire life that he looked at his mother as a woman.

A woman that he wanted so bad, her thick mature body beckoning to him. His eyes paused as he looked at her legs were smooth and silky. Her light brown eyes were focused on the bulge in his jeans, he saw her lick her lips whether it was an voluntary or involuntary action he did not know.

Because he was too busy devouring her firm and large breasts if he had to take a guess they were at least size 34DD's, the size didn't surprise him as much as how firm they were, with no visible signs of sags. Her body was surprisingly well toned, minus the slight tummy that she had, with luscious curves at her hip. He moved towards her, he had so many things that he wanted to say to her.

Javed stopped at the edge of the bed, he looked at his mother whose eyes were still transfixed on his bulge. He didn't know what came over him, instead of shouting at her, he placed his left hand on his mothers breast. Soon as he touched her, she gasped and let out a little moan. Her nipples had become hard soon as he had touched her.

Her breast felt soft and warm, he gave it a squeeze "Oh Javed...!" moaned his mother.

He felt her place her hands on his hard-on, her touch sent a shiver down his spine. She then started to gently caress the outline of his penis, which got harder and harder with her touch. She then kissed it, even through the jeans he could feel how soft her lips were.

Farhana unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, she kissed his cock again this time through his boxers. It took all of Javed's will to stop him blowing his load right then. His mother then pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up instantly and hit her under her chin.

She gasped with amazement at the size of the monster that was right in front of her. She thought the Imam with his 8 inch cock was impressive but her son's monster had to be at least 12 inch's. She looked up at Javed and he looked like his father....not Ali but his real father. That was the last time Farhana had seen such a huge cock, every time she looked up at Javed, she realised he was the spitting image of his real father and that triggered memories, emotions that she always wanted to bury but never could. She put all of those thoughts behind her and just focused on the thick and huge dark cock in front of her.

"Look at how big you are my son, your mother didn't know that her son had such a monster in his pants if she did, she would have...!" she said in an innocent voice.

She paused and kissed the tip of her son's monster. He let out a soft moan, seeing his mother in awe of his cock was too much but he still held on. He could feel her tongue licking his shaft up and down, she looked up and gave him a smile, a mischievous smile, a smile that indicated how badly she wanted his cock.

He knew he should have stopped her there, he knew in the back of his mind that he was betraying his father but the lust he saw in his mothers eyes made him forget all that.

"You want your son's cock don't you? You fucking whore! You want you son's hot load don't you?!" Javed growled.

His mother nodded enthusiastically and in the most innocent tone ever said, "Yes, I do I want my big boy's wonderful cock I want your hot seed in my mouth and my...cunt!"

Now it was Javed's turn to smile, the mischievous smile. He could tell that she wanted it badly but he decided to tease for a bit, "No we can't do this mum, it's haram(forbidden). We should stop this now, it goes against our religion."

He could see the confusion in his mothers face, she was trying to figure out a way to justify this, he enjoyed seeing her struggle. "My body has been possessed by a demon, it has made me sex-starved slut. And the only way to get rid of it was to have a big cock penetrate me, so that the demon could be exorcised from my body." Farhana said quickly, as she started to rationalise her taboo desires.

"See that's why the Imam was here, to perform the exorcism but he was just taking advantage of me. Then Allah sent you and your monster to me, because he knew the Imam was not pure in his intentions. So its your duty as my son to help, save me from the hell fire. Don't let me become a sinner use that holy cock," Farhana purred.

Javed finally realised how hopeless and desperate his mother was. If he was a superstitious idiot he may have actually believed the story but he wasn't but it didn't matter what kind of dumb religious reason his mother came up with or not he wanted her.

She opened her mouth to say something, it was at that moment Javed shoved his "Holy cock" in to his mothers mouth. He saw how her whole mouth enveloped the tip of his cock.

"Oh mum, your mouth feels so great, oh yeah...that's it you slut," groaned Javed.

His mother held on to his cock like her life depended on it. She was gagging on the cock, he could see her going to red due to the lack of air. But she still held on, then she finally relented and pulled his "holy cock" out of her mouth. Then she was at it again, swallowing the whole cock again, Javed then felt his mother's hand on his ass. She was playing with his ass, squeezing and pinching it.

Her hands slowly moved towards his ass crack, he felt her fingers circling his ass hole. This made his cock even harder, his mother released his cock once more to get some air, she then licked the head of his cock with her tongue, her tongue swirled around his cock, it was almost as if his mother was sucking a huge lollipop.

She took his cock in her mouth again, sliding his massive cock in and out of her luscious lips. She went faster and faster, she could tell that his hot seed was building up in his balls. He would soon release his hot semen in to her mouth, she couldn't wait to taste it. Javed then slowly started to move his hips, he was moving it back and forth. He held on to his mothers head as he moved his hips in and out of her, he picked up speed with each thrust.

THWACK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

The sound of his heavy cum filled balls slapping against her chin filled the bedroom. Javed fucking his mothers mouth savagely, even more harder than he fucked any other woman's mouth. Javed enjoyed rough sex...but he was never this brutal, never this merciless when it came to oral sex. With each thrust he could feel the back of her throat hit his "holy cock". He felt his mother enter one of her fingers in to his ass hole, that finally broke his will.

"Oh AMMII (mother)....uhhh....I'm cum...cummmin," Javed said as he felt his mother clamp down his cock harder in anticipation of his cum.

Then he finally erupted, spewing wave after wave of hot cum, Farhana like a slut wildly sucked on her son as he kept on unloading his boiling semen. She couldn't get enough of his thick cum as it flowed down her throat.

Javed could see his mother admirably trying to swallow it all of it but there was simply too much. Javed could see his mothers mouth over flowing with his thick cum. Farhana pulled away from Javed's cock, thinking she had swallowed every last drop of his cum, soon as she pulled out another blast of thick cum hit her face.

She wasn't going to let Javed sweet cum go to waste, so she wiped all the cum of her face. Farhana then began to lick the cum of her hand.

"That was great my son, your hot cum has lessened the demons grip on my body. But I think I need more of it. So why don't you come take care of mum's boobies like you used to." Farhana giggled, her face glistening thanks to load of cum her son had deposited on to her face. Even as she said those words, a voice in the back of her mind was telling her to snap out of it. That everything that had happened was wrong, it was sinful. But she ignored it, the same way she ignored it when she was getting fucked by the imam...and the same way she had ignored it in the past when she was being fucked by other men.

Javed was more than happy to oblige, as he approached to devour his mothers heavenly breasts as his mother had put it, the phone began to ring. He told his mother to get the phone, whilst he took care of her. Farhana reached over to the night stand and answered the phone.

"Mmmmmmmm Hello...Mmmm....yes...this is his wife Farhana...mmmm....speaking," Farhana moaned as she did her best to stifle it but failed as Javed began to suck on her breast like once did when he was only a child he could sense his mother tensing up, "Javed stop...this," her voiced seemed weak all of sudden.