Holy Cock Ch. 03

**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. Although this chapter did not need much re-editing. Largely it still remains the same story. Chapter 4 will be uploaded in due course. 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.

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.

Imam- spiritual leader of the mosque and Muslim community (essentially a priest).

Shalwar- are loose pajama like trousers, worn traditionally by some women of South Asian and Afghanistan/Central Asian decent. Usually worn with a Kameez, which is a long shirt or tunic.

Niqab- A veil worn by some Muslim women.

Ammi -- Can mean mother or mommy.

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Chapter 3

"I better go up and check on those two," thought Afsana as she walked up the stairs.

She had sent her nephew Javed up to check on his mother and bring her down so she could eat something. Afsana was worried that they might have gotten in to a fight like they usually do. But she prayed that they weren't because they needed each other right now, it was the only way both of them could cope with Ali's (Javed's father) death. Afsana had never seen her sister Farhana so distraught before, her sister had always seemed so strong.

Some would call her sister head-strong or stubborn, especially when it came to religion. Unlike the rest of the family which had assimilated in to the country fairly well and excepting that things were different here than back home. But they hadn't forgotten the roots neither there religious beliefs but Farhana had always been rather "fanatical" about Islam. In her younger day's she would wear the Niqab with her black burqa everywhere whether it was in public or in private but she eventually stopped wearing a Niqab when she turned 18 or so, which Afsana suspected had something to do with her sister being called a "ninja" all the time. Her sister had learned the Quran by the age of 8, where as Afsana was nearly 16 by the time she had learned it. Afsana always felt like her sister was overcompensating for something by being so overzealous about Islam at times

Despite being so proficient, Afsana knew that her sister recently had started taking extra lessons from the local Imam, who in a bizarre turn of events refused to come to the house and take part in the mourning prayers or pay his respects. This had puzzled Afsana a lot; after all it's his duty as the spiritual leader of the community to pay his respects.

Although there wasn't anything wrong with Farhana being so "fanatic" about it, after all Afsana her self was a devout Muslim but her sister would always take it to the next level. Trying to forcefully convert every single non-believer or "kuffar" as her sister liked to say. Afsana felt that her sister sometimes would skip the most important aspect of teaching any religion, being a good human being. Her sister was not always good at that, she tended to look down upon any one that was not Muslim, treated them like their existence was an insult to Allah. This view wasn't just restricted to non-believers but also family members, especially her son Javed.

Her forcefulness had always made him rebel against her as a teen, as most normally tend to do. But to her sister it was proof that her son had been possessed by demons or something. Hearing stuff like that made Afsana really worry about her sister's well being at times. Obviously being called a demon by your mother doesn't exactly fill a child up with love. So Afsana could certainly understand Javed's anger towards his mother but a lot of the time it seemed like he did things just to anger his mother. But despite all of this Afsana knew that both of them loved each other very much, they just wouldn't admit it.

"Their both just too damn stubborn to admit it!" Afsana chuckled to herself as she approached her sisters room.

"Oh wow, no shouting or screaming. They really must have worked it out between themselves," she sighed in relief.

"Everything seems fine, so I'll leave the two of them alone for a bit longer," she said as she walked away from the room.

"Javed...oh Allah, I'm stretching, your stretching my pussy." Afsana stopped dead in her tracks.

Afsana just stood there paralyzed she couldn't believe what she just heard, "No way, that's not my sister it can't be, I am just hearing things." she said in denial.

"No its toooo much, oh Allah it hurts, it hurts Javed. I'm so full. I can't take it." Afsana heard the voice moan.

Afsana was now sure it was definitely her sister moaning in pain but also in pleasure, "are they really having....no they can't be, it must be something else," she said trying her hardest to convince herself that her sister and her son weren't fucking.

Afsana approached the door and put her ear against, she could hear Javed grunting as if he was struggling with something "Is he struggling to get his.....no.... no.... no... there is no way that they could be having...sex!" Afsana's continued trying to convince herself that her mind was just being silly.

"OOOOOH JAVED MOOMMY'S, CUMMM OOOOOH COMMMIN.....oh fuck, that feels so good baby," Once again she heard the unmistakable sound of her sister's voice moaning.

Afsana could not deny it any longer, she had to put a stop to this yet she found herself opening the door quietly and gently. She opened enough of the door to peek in and see with her own eyes if it was true but also prevent them from seeing her.

"Ya Allah!!! that cock is fucking huge!" was the first thing Afsana thought, as she gasped in horror of seeing her sister and nephew fucking each other. But her eyes were totally transfixed on her nephew's huge pole. His cock was glistening with what she guessed could only be her sisters juices.

She wanted to burst in to the room and stop this, tell the whole house what was going on yet strangely she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Afsana could confront them and no one would know, thanks to the everyone praying and reading the Quran so loudly downstairs it meant they would not be able to hear. But instead her eyes wandered over to her sister's face, her sister still seemed to be in pain but it looked like she was also beginning to enjoy it.

"Why wouldn't she enjoy it I mean fuck look at that thing....no stop, what's wrong with you this is wrong....oh Allah look at him just ploughing in to her," she said to herself still trying to decide what to do.

She felt her pussy getting wet, this was turning her on. She couldn't stop her hands from drifting down to her crotch. She really wanted to stop but she just couldn't help but rub her clit.

"Fuck I'm so horny!" she cooed.

Her husband had never been the greatest lover; the most important thing to her husband was him relieving himself by blowing his load 5 minutes into the sex and leaving her frustrated. When it came to size her husband was a decent size but the bastard had the worst stamina ever.

Afsana loosened the draw strings on her shalwar; she then put her hand in and began rubbing her clit with fervour. As she began to finger fuck herself she imagined herself as the one being fucked by that monstrous cock. She wanted to be the one being stretched by that thing, wanted it fill her up to the brim. Afsana continued watching them fuck like animals; it was sending her over the edge. She knew that he wouldn't last that long either, but she was wrong as Javed continued on fucking her sister. Finally she came like she never had before; it was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Afsana still felt horny and deep down she knew she would until she had that cock in her. Although she didn't understand this whole thing about being saved from the hellfire, some holy cock etc, she was nonetheless riveted by the incestuous fucking unfolding in front of her. She continued to finger herself furiously as Javed finally came in side his mother.

"Oh Allah, he came so much that it's overflowing her pussy!" she said in astonishment.

What astonished Afsana even more was seeing her sister scoop the creamy cum up that was trickling out of her pussy and then putting it in her mouth. She wanted to run in to the room and kiss her sister's lips to get a taste of that wonderful cum.

"I want to lick his cum of my sisters pussy, no stop thinking like that Afsana get your self together," she sighed.

Afsana reluctantly hauled herself from the spot somehow. She had no clue as to what she should do. Initially she wanted to burst in to the room and stop them but seeing the way they were fucking each other turned her on so much. But she had never seen the two of them so happy before, it was important that they were there for each other.

"Oh fuck this, it really isn't my problem, sure she's my sister and all but I have enough shit to worry about. It's best if I just forget about this." thought Afsana to herself.

"Javed, Baji, (older sister) are you guys ok?" called out Afsana hoping that the both of them had finally stopped fucking.

"We are ok aunty ji." came Javed's reply, his voice sounded strained to Afsana.

"Well that's good, I heard some shouting so that had me worried. But hurry and come downstairs, dinners ready and the whole families waiting for you two," she said not knowing if there was anything else she could really say.

"Yes were CUMMINGGG," replied Javed at once, now it was clear to Afsana that they were finished with each other.

But it was none of her business what they were up to; she believed it would be easy for her to forget what had unfolded in front of her. But as she walked back downstairs she couldn't get the image out of her head, it was almost as if it was on a loop in her head. But the only difference was that she wasn't outside the room watching rather in the room with both her sister and Javed.

"I need to leave this madhouse immediately before I do something crazy!" she said.

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The Next Day....

"Finally they are leaving, don't know how long I could have put up with them," Javed pondered as he smiled at his departing family members. He knew it was a fucked up thing to think about, after all they were all here to mourn his father. But he simply didn't care and he knew that made him a bad son.

After their first session Javed wanted immediately go back to fucking his mother again. But some members of his family decided to stay over for the night at least. Which meant Javed had to restrain himself from getting close to his mother because he knew that there was no way he would be able to stop himself. At one point he was tempted to bend his mother over the table and fuck her right there in front of the whole family. But he knew the uproar an act like that would cause. So instead he settled his urges by sneakily groping his mother several times through out the day, once when they were alone in the kitchen washing dishes, in reality it was just Farhana trying to wash the dishes, whilst her son "cleansed" the Shaitain (devil) occupying her body.

He had never really thought much about his mother, but now he couldn't take his eyes off her knowing what was underneath her salwar kameez.

Farhana was aware of how frustrated her son was about not being able continue fucking her immediately yesterday. What she wasn't entirely sure about was if her son was really doing this because he felt obligated to follow Allah's will or if he just wanted to fuck her like a whore. In fact she wasn't altogether sure about her own motives, she thought it was to get rid of the demons inside her but she couldn't deny the pleasure she experienced.

Just thinking about his monstrous cock made her pussy tingle with excitement. Farhana noticed how her son eye's scanned her body and followed it like a predator who was sizing up his prey. At one point she thought Javed would bend her over the table and fuck her in front of the whole family, the thought of her son ramming his cock in to her whilst every one was watching excited her. Farhana had to admit that she was little disappointed when he didn't.

"Pull yourself together woman, don't listen to the demons inside of you. This isn't about your twisted desires; it's about the almighty's will. He wants to save you and has given you the opportunity to save your self from hell fire. So don't waste this chance by being led astray by the demons," she berated herself whilst closing the door. Once coming up with an excuse, as she continued to delude herself.

As Farhana turned away from the door she found herself in her son's grip with his lips on hers. It took her a second or two too process what was happening, when she realized that her son was kissing her she parted her lips to allow his tongue to probe her mouth. Javed honestly expected some resistance from her but by now he knew he shouldn't. As both of them continued to kiss each other with fervour, Javed took the opportunity fondle his mother's ass. He began kneading his mother's luscious backside, feeling her soft flesh in between his fingers. His mother moaned in pleasure as his hands continued to explore her ass. Farhana could feel Javed's hard rod up against her already wet crotch. Her panties were soaked from just the thought of having her son's cock inside of her.

"I think its time to exorcise some demons from within you Ammi. So why don't we go to your room?" Javed said as he pulled away from his mother.

Farhana nodded in approval, as she walked up the stairs she could once again feel her son's eyes follow her ass up the stairs. Javed just couldn't take his eyes of Farhana's shapely derriere jiggle as they made their way to her room. As Farhana entered the room her mind was instantly flooded with the image of her son atop her ploughing his holy cock in to her waiting pussy. As Farhana was lost in her thoughts Javed approached her from behind and placed his hands on her wonderful mounds, whilst at the same time shoving his prick up against her ass.

"Oh....Javed," cooed Farhana as she felt her son's hands squeeze her breast and his hard member against her ass.

"Why don't you take off your clothes Ammi and make yourself comfortable?" whispered Javed as he continued to massage his mother's wonderful breasts.

Hearing Javed making commands and ordering her in such seductive manner made her shiver. So Farhana was compelled to follow his order, so she obliged by taking of her salwar and drenched black panties. Just as she was about to take off her hijab her son told her not to take it off.

"Why don't you want me to take it off?" asked Farhana in confusion.

"Because the hijab is the sign of a good Muslim woman. And you my dear mother are the best. Also we are taking part in a blessed ritual so it would be wrong if you did, in our hastiness last time we forget to take such measures before hand. Without the hijab you would just be common slut," replied Javed earnestly.

"Why of course your right my son, I don't know why I question your choices so much when in the end all your doing is trying to help me," Farhana said proudly. She was proud of how her son wanted to help her by making sure that she did not commit a sin. But she couldn't help but get a little excited hearing Javed call her a "slut".

"Damn, she bought in to that crap," Javed thought to himself as his mother took of her kameez and bra. He was amazed that his mother had actually believed the crap he had said. He just wanted to see how much of a hold he had over her, so he was pleasantly surprised that she didn't refuse his command. Plus being the sick fuck that he was, the idea of taking her whilst she had her hijab on added this taboo edge to it for him.

"Either I'm getting good at this religious crap or she really wants me badly," Javed hoped it was the latter and not the former.

"Lie down on the bed ammi and please spread your legs as wide as possible. As I need to inspect your pussy before we begin," said Javed in a deadpan tone, sounding more like a gynaecologist, it was just an act to make appear like he was taking this seriously. He was trying his hardest not to crack up at the absurdity of his request.

He had never told a woman that he would inspect their pussy before they began. But he just wanted to see how far he could go with his mother; he wanted to see what her limit was. But as far as he could tell at the moment there seemed to be no limit, as his mother just like before obediently lay down on the bed and lifted her legs up and spread them apart. He stripped down until he was fully naked and his semi hard cock swinging between his legs.

Farhana was certainly surprised by her son's command at first but she believed whole heartedly that her son was doing this for her own good. But she couldn't deny the fact that she had hoped he would do more than just inspect her wet cunt. She wanted desperately to feel her son's tongue exploring her pussy lips.

It had been a long time since she had her fuck-hole eaten out by a man. The last time some one had teased her pussy really good was David. Just thinking about David brought back memories of their sessions together, David had been a plumber who had taken an interest in Islam and wanted to learn, potentially even convert and become a Muslim. So she had agreed to teach him, their sessions eventually turned.......

"Oh Allah......!" moaned Farhana in pleasure as she felt Javed place his lips on her nubbin. Javed began swirling his tongue in a clockwise motion around her clit as his mother's moans encouraged him to continue teasing her.

"Wow, look at how wet your pussy is ammi-jaan (dear mother), what's got you so excited? is it seeing your own son licking your lovely wet cunt?" Javed said as he went back to teasing her clit.

"Oooooh.....Javed....Javed, yes...oh, oh yes Ammiii loves seeing her son play with her...ooh Allah that's it, that's the spot..." she groaned out in pleasure as she felt Javed's tongue dive into her waiting snatch.

Farhana wanted to answer he son's question, but she just couldn't because she was on cloud nine but also because she didn't really know the answer. She wanted to tell him that she was excited because she was close to redeeming herself. But that would have been a lie, a very bad lie too. She was excited because she wanted her pussy licked; she wanted to cum all over her son's mouth.

She wanted to see him lap up her juice like a hungry animal. But what excited her most was the fact that it was her son doing it, the feeling deep down of how wrong this was made the experience even better. She now knew that she was deluding herself all this time by calling this Allah's will. It was impossible for it to be his will when it's stated how wrong and sinful this was. The fact that this was such a sin just drove her even wilder.

She simply didn't care anymore; she just wanted her son to keep on going. Yet she couldn't bring herself to admit any of this to Javed. To her it seemed that Javed really believed he was saving her from damnation, that he was carrying out Allah's will. She didn't want to discourage him, Farhana knew that she would have to play along with this charade a while longer.

"But I can still enjoy this," she thought to herself.

"That's it son, that's the spot, keep going mommy's nearly there." said Farhana encouraging her son.

Javed continued eating out his mothers cunt aggressively as he continued probing the inside of her pussy with his tongue. Every time he found a spot that sent his mother closer to the edge he attacked that area with even more fervour.