The everbest wives: 3Posted: May 13, 2010
The everbest wives
My son and I were hanging out at home and my husband went out for the night.
We had been fooling around for close to a year now, but had never gone all the way, ever since he graduated high school.
We were making out on his bed and he was fondling with my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.
Yes, I loved Durgesh, my son.
He is fucking the best Musalmān Beauties, more than thousands, 24×7.
After a while, we were getting more involved and we both started pressing our lower areas together, harder and harder.
He was on top and I was lifting up off the bed just to push harder.
I unbuttoned his shirt and saw his pale chest, he unbuttoned mine and proceeded to remove my bra, with his other hand he started rubbing my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, slow and hard at first, but he gradually got harder and faster, it felt so good, so alive.
It was clear now that he was enjoying this, you could easily tell through his pants.
I looked at the size of “it” and realized I wanted to get myself some of that, so I grabbed it, on top of the clothes at first, it was a lot bigger than what I thought it would be, despite the fact in the past he told me it was small – trust me it wasn’t small.
I played with it as best as I could from outside the clothes, but after a while I wanted more, so I slid my hand inside his pants and rubbed it.
It was so warm and so hard; I could tell from his breathing he was enjoying it.
In the mean time he had put his hand inside my panties and was rubbing, I was getting really wet, and he knew too, and just when I wasn’t expecting it, he slid his pointer and middle finger inside, it went in more easily than I had thought.
He started moving them in and out.
My son finger fucking me.
My Hindu son was finger fucking me.
I was almost ready to burst with pleasure.
With his other hand, and my other hand we gradually worked each other’s bottom halves of clothes off, as it got more intense.
We were both sweating.
His room was really hot but neither of us cared.
He never uses a condom.
What a son!
What a Hindu son!
He puts an end to the necessity of a husband, even.
Oh, I watched him, he was very vivacious, we didn’t start straight away, we slowed down with passionate kisses, and then he kissed me slowly and steadily down my chest, around both my extremely alluring Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and then finally reached “it”.
Only Hindus could do it.
It is prohibited in Islam, strictly.
So, never expect any Musalmān male to do it.
Why should you?
Kick the Musalmān males with your proud Musalmān feet.
Have a Hindu lover.
Have a Hindu lover.
We need Hindu lover to live and enjoy a healthy sex life.
Musalmān males don’t deserve us Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu males deserve us.
They love to fuck us Musalmān Beauties.
So, be an intelligent Musalmān woman and take advantage of it.
It felt soooo nice.
I was so alive and felt sort of tingly. After a little while of that, he stopped and we hugged, lying down of course.
Feeling our bare skin together, sent, shivers down my spine.
I’ve been waiting for this Moment.
This it! I was finally going to have sex with my son.
Durgesh slid it into me.
And he went gentle and slow.
But as Durgesh got harder and faster, all I could feel was absolute pleasure.
The endless great sexual bliss.
As we did it, we kissed occasionally and we pulled each other even closer with our arms.
He was fucking me harder than his father ever had.
Vishvās Shakr Mānav was good, even better than the other Hindus, but NOT the best.
His son was the best.
Durgesh has outexcelled his own Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, too.
My everravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was telling me it.
And her decision was the final decision.
My friend, Imāmzādī Ħuairah Qāzī, was right.
Only your son can fuck you so eagerly, so madly and with such an immense pride.
You can’t have another penis so young, so eager, and so crazy for you, into your aging cunt.
Your son, only your son, can fuck you with such an immense respect.
Allah, what a great decision I had taken when I started to love Durgesh as my son.
I never dreamed of him as my son.
Ab initio, he was my lover.
My youngest Hindu lover.
You hate me for it?
Okay, go ahead and hate me for it, as much as you want.
But, I am not ashamed of it ever.
Don’t you dream of a young, eager, ferocious, savage penis into your cunt even when you are aging?
Yes, we all do.
But, most of us are hypocrites.
We don’t want to acknowledge it even to our own self.
I hate hypocrisy.
I planned, deliberately, for it.
Durgesh was an incredibly handsome boy.
Every woman was loving him, kissing him, hugging him.
I took advantage of it.
I kissed him on his Hindu lips.
All the women watching me laughed at me.
“Don’t kiss him on his lips, Al Tauħīd!” my friend, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb, laughed, “Your husband will be enormously jealous of my son.”
I winked at her,
“Your son is my new husband, idiot.”
All the women present there, laughed open heartedly.
They thought it my mischief.
None of them suspected ever that I meant it.
Well, I’m not the everfirst woman in the history of entire humanity who did it.
Ever read, ever hear the history of Pradyumn, the eldest son of Lord Kr’shñ?
I bet his wife did the same.
Hindus are always the best for sex.
Only their womankind is cold, coldest rather, eating vegetables ever.
But it is best for us Musalmān Beauties.
We Musalmān Beauties are also eversexy.
We are non-vegetarians.
We use burkahs.
We are sex starved, no contact with opposite sex even normally as the others do have.
You hadn’t realized it before?
Well, think of it, now.
Durgesh slowed down eventually.
I assumed he had come.
It was the most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced…
we lied there together naked and I fell asleep on his chest, feeling his heart beat and the soft rise and swell of his chest.
When I woke up, he was still asleep, I smiled and rose up, and I kissed him softly on the Hindu lips, and as I did you-know-what got a bit harder.
I’d thought about sucking him off before but that’s not something I’m into, but I thought, I love my son so much, why not…
So I went down there, and played with it to try and get it erect.
I touched it and peeled back his foreskin.
The Muslims can’t provide it ever to their women.
They cut it to meet Islamic norms and requirements.
Yes, the Foreskin on a penis makes a man eversexy.
That’s why the Muslims are required to cut it, to avoid being eversexy.
But that’s what the entire womankind need.
Well, you must.
I kissed the tender bit it revealed and as I did, it got a LOT harder.
I think he was awake and in fact, the more I think about it, I’m almost sure he was awake.
But I knew he wouldn’t say, because he didn’t want me to stop.
As it got really hard, I slipped it in my mouth,
It didn’t taste too gross as I remembered from other experiences and it felt kind of nice having it in my mouth.
I couldn’t get close to fitting it all in so when I had finished pleasuring him by sucking it, I licked up and down the sides, which he enjoyed.
Durgesh “woke up” a little while later, and we lay together talking about what we had liked and what we hadn’t.
And then he surprised me further by asking me if I wanted to take a shower with him.
“Of course I do, you silly Hindu boy!” and we raced into the bathroom.
We ran the water and made it a temperature we agreed on.
And we got in.
He washed me.
What a wash!
He started at my feet moving slowly up, as he got to “it” he started kissing harder, but I requested him to keep moving up.
He paid particular attention around my nipples which I liked, and then we kissed, slow and passionate.
I told him I didn’t want to lick him too; he looked disappointed until I told him the reason was because I wanted to have sex with him again.
Durgesh slid his Uncut Hindu dick into my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
It felt different in the shower, standing up, but I liked it.
He moved in and out, and it felt so nice, after about complete three hours, I wanted to try a new position so I turned the shower off.
We got out, still wet.
Well I was for more than one reason and I got him to sit down on the bathroom floor.
I sat on his Uncut Hindu dick facing the same way as him.
His Uncut Hindu dick sort of came up from under me.
Durgesh used his arms to lift me up and down.
“Why shouldn’t it, you idiot? It waited it to happen, impatiently, for years.”
“I love you, Ammī darling!”
“I love you too, my son.” I kissed Durgesh passionately, “I love you even since you didn’t understand this true meaning of love that we are enjoying.”
I really liked it.
I could tell he was NOT getting tired even a bit.
He was enjoying his Ammī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy passionately.
Even he was playing with my nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
We did it for hours.
I don’t know.
I’d already lost counting.
“Why most of the persons are so against of incest, Ammī?” Durgesh kissed me.
“They are hypocrites, darling.” I returned back his passionate Hindu kisses, “They all dream of it, but they are not intelligent and brave enough to plan and enjoy it.”
I then got off, grabbed him by the hand and we went out into the lounge room.
I sat him down on a chair and held his Uncut Hindu dick on a 45-degree angle.
I slid down onto it, moved up and down on it, making it so Durgesh didn’t have to do any work.
This turned Durgesh on heaps so he got me and lied me down on the carpet.
So he was sort of sitting up and I was lying down.
Durgesh thrust his Uncut Hindu dick in so hard, I felt sooo good.
And when he lied down on top of me and started going even harder, I’m sure we both had an orgasm simultaneously.
We screamed with delight: I don’t know what the neighbors thought, neither cared.
It was our life we had to enjoy, not theirs.
It felt soooo good.
Durgesh asked me if I wanted to try anal sex.
I’d never really thought about it much so I thought I’d give it a go.
He got me to bend over in the bathroom again with my hands on the side of the bath and he was standing up.
Durgesh got me to spread my legs apart, but when he tried to put it in he had a bit of trouble.
I told him we’d probably need a lubricant.
Durgesh found some shampoo in the bathroom cupboard; he spread it all over my arse.
And I spread it all over his Uncut Hindu dick, which he really liked.
Durgesh tried again, and it hurt a bit, but he got it in and started quite slow, moving in and out.
I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would, but I think Durgesh liked it.
We did this for about one hour, and then we decided we’d try something else.
I asked my son if he’d like to make love with me again.
He said “yes, of course” and pounced on me, which shocked me at first but with his vitality, it turned me on real good.
He went slower this time, but it still felt nice.
We didn’t do it for long, but instead we decided to have a 69er.
It felt sooo nice.
And Durgesh was very aroused.
We all decided then my Musalmān husband, Imām Åbdul Qādir Ghazālī, would be home soon.
It was about 6:00am and that we should get clean.
So we got in the shower together.
It felt nice rubbing up against my son’s bare skin, but we agreed beforehand, no more sex, because it was now unsafe.
We got washed up.
And we had already started looking forward to the next time; my Musalmān husband, Imām Åbdul Qādir Ghazālī, would leave us home alone.
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