Crazy to have my sonPosted: November 15, 2015
Crazy to have my son
I awoke to Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb at my bedroom door.
I could barely make out her image as she was silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in a short sheer teddy that hung from her beautiful young Musalmān breasts and barely covered her equally attractive Musalmān navel.
Her patch was covered by a sheer matching thong.
“DURGESH? Are you asleep?”
“What is it, darling?”
“I have a headache, Durgesh, and I can’t sleep.”
“Did you take some Tylenol, honey?”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed.
“Yes, Durgesh. But, it’s not helping. Can I just lay here next to you for a while?”
“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t have any pajamas on.”
She peeled back the blankets just enough to let herself in, then spooned back against her my form.
“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be here like this.”
“Shhhhh, Durgesh. It’s Ok. Just go back to sleep.”
I sighed, closed my eyes, nestled my head into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.
For Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, a thousand naughty thoughts flooded her mind.
This happened every month about this time.
She would have her period and then about ten days later she would get like this.
Her body screamed for attention and nothing she did would satiate her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb played with herself, used dildos, and brought herself to orgasm a hundred times but nothing seemed to quell her lust.
Lately she had turned to porn on the internet.
The sites that turned Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb on the most were all about breeding; taking a man’s seed, letting it grow, making babies and feeding them with her milk.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was fascinated, knowing her body was capable of spawning new life.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was not sexually naïve.
She had her first experiences in high school.
Muħammad Ħabīb, her Abbū, had taken her to the doctor to get the pill when she blossomed a couple of years back.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always made her Hindu boyfriends wear condoms and never let them cum insider her.
How could Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trust them not to give her a disease? That’s all her sex-ed classes, back when Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in high school, ever talked about.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted to experience the feel of a man erupting inside her, filling her with cum.
Nevertheless, she needed someone that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could trust. Someone like her Abbū’s friend, Durgesh.
Durgesh is the utmost trustworthy.
He never disclosed anyone’s secrets.
Her friend, Al Sājidah Al Najm, said,
“Durgesh is the real father of my brother, Al Saåīd Al Najm.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb jumped,
“My father, Muħammad Najmuddīn, was Shahīd, you know.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb suddenly watched Al Sājidah Al Najm contemptuously,
Al Sājidah Al Najm looked at Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sternly,
“Are you regretting it now?”’
“Not after I knew that Durgesh is even the real father of my brother.” Al Sājidah Al Najm sighed, “Anyway, now the Hindu scoundrel is my destiny. I’m a one-man girl. Right or wrong, now, Durgesh is my man too, as he is my Ammīs’ man after my Abbū’s shahādat.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always loved me.
Since her mother left her father several years ago, I was the man of her life.
Everyone said her parents were after Durgesh’s ever infinite money.
It was prostitution actually, however much it is disguised even.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kept living with me, where she always felt safe.
I was always sweet.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved hanging out with me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to sit with me and watch scary movies.
When the scary parts came on, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to curl up in my arms where she felt safe protected.
The more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about it, the more she realized… Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in love with Durgesh, as her Ammī herself was.
Despite her frantic desperate attempts to keep herself extremely far away from Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb found herself desperately in love with me.
Nevertheless, the more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb argued with herself, the more desperately she found herself in love with me.
Moreover, to counter attack such arguments, over the past couple of months, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started looking at the porn sites that talked of incest.
Daddies and daughters together, loving each other, sleeping together.
A loving Durgesh bedding an Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, breeding her and having my handsome male babies.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb saw pictures of beautiful young Musalmān girls pregnant from me, their bellies full, and round, their tits swollen with milk.
No other fantasy gave her the orgasms that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had when thinking about having my sons, not son, from herself.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started planning to seduce me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would dress more provocatively around me.
Every time I came home, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would hug me, squeeze me, give me a tender kiss and ask,
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would time her showers to make sure I was around. Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, hoping I would catch a glimpse of her extremely beautiful young female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nude form.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would make sure she ran into me as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came out of the bathroom in the tiniest towel Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could find.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would always giggle and kiss me on the cheek before scurrying down the hall to her bedroom.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave her bedroom door ajar.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted me to see her as she dressed, wanted me to hear her moan as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb masturbated.
She began doing her hair, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing nighties to our scary movie nights.
When the scary parts happened, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would throw her arms around me, crush her tits against my chest and bury her face in my neck.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would kiss me and say,
“Hold me, Durgesh.”
As the movie progressed and the evening waned, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would get ‘tired’, and lay her head on My lap, stroking my thigh with her nails, and making sure to rest her cheek against the great Hindu bulge in my pants.
This was it.
Pretending sometimes even that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wasn’t aware of it, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb took my Hindu bulge into her mouth and kept enjoying it for hours.
Was it possible she wasn’t aware of it really?
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was ready.
Tonight was the night Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would seduce me to breed her.
When I went to bed Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb showered and shaved.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a well-defined ‘runway’ just above her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trimmed it to make sure it was perfect for me.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb combed out her hair and moisturized her skin.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb laid down a trail of perfume for me to follow, from behind her ears, down her neck, along her cleavage, across her belly and navel, all leading to her runway where her own natural pheromones would intoxicate me to ravage her.
She dressed in her sexiest sheer nighty.
The top hung off her breasts, her areolas blatantly visible, and her nipples poking at the material.
I would only need to push it aside.
Her thong barely covered her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood, the fabric so sheer that I would be able to see her slit, taste her wetness, even with the panties in place.
Try as hard as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb couldn’t wait.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb snuck down the hall to my room and listened at the door.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could hear me turn a page of the book I was reading. “Damn,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought, as she returned to her room.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay on her bed and fingered herself, thinking about my immensely successful utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock, in her hands, in her mouth, and in her cum hungry young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.*
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about the expression on my face as I erupted into to her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could almost feel me pulsating inside her.
Then her orgasm took her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there in a post-orgasmic haze; wanting to drift off to sleep, but desperately trying to stay awake so as not to miss her opportunity.
Now she is here, nestled in my arms, lying in my bed.
My breath was slow and softened…
‘He’s asleep.’ Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a sigh of relief.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled again.
I stirred then relaxed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and slowly brought my hand to her lips.
Her tongue slowly encircled my middle finger, bathing it in her saliva.
Her lips encased it and she gently sucked on it while caressing it orally.
I stirred again and my hand grabbed her beautiful Musalmān tit, massaging her for a few seconds, before relaxing once again.
Her nipple firmed and moistened with a small drop of milk.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand lower until it was resting against the sheerness of her panties.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved her panties to the side and my palm rested on her runway.
She felt her pussy release new lubricant at the heat of my hand on her mons.
I stirred again. My grip on her pussy tightened, and I was grinding back against her.
In my dream state, I was envisioning a beautiful, firm, round, young Musalmān ass in front of me, and my Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding in and out of my lover’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān passage.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rolled forward.
I rolled over on my back and snorted.
I continued to dream.
My lover had reversed positions now and had my cock in her hands.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hypnotic eyes looked up at me as she brought her red crimson young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to my sixty six years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock crown.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb it slowly, gently, seductively, her tongue extending to retrieve the pre-cum Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had milked from my Hindu member.
My lover reached down as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb worked and pulled my briefs away.
I stepped out of them.
I thrust into her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb swallowed more and more of my Hindu shaft.
I reached down.
She disengaged, stood before me and kissed me.
The depths of my dream were shallow now, but the feelings of passion continued.
I could taste myself on her tongue and kissed her back.
I grabbed her with my arms and held her to my body.
She broke from my lips and kissed my neck.
I kissed hers.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down.
My teeth nibbled at her flesh as my lips sucked against the veins of her beautiful young Musalmān neck.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb whispered in my ear,
The words blurred through my brain.
My Musalmān ‘stepdaughter?’…
What am I doing?
But was I really doing anything?
It was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb herself, that was doing everything to me.
I disengaged and pushed her aside.
“Oh my God! What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb?”
“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb exclaimed.
“Darling, we can’t do this. This is wrong.”
“Durgesh, this is all I want. All I crave is to be yours and you to be mine. Don’t you love me, Durgesh, my Hindu husband forever? I’m full twenty-six years old, and have every right on the earth to choose a husband of my own choice. Haven’t I?”
“Of course, I love you darling. But, this… this is wrong, darling.”
“It’s ok, Durgesh. And if you don’t want to tell others, I don’t insist. Okay? No one will know. No one knows me here and Ammī lives three states away. Nobody will ever know except you and me. I’ve been thinking about this since I moved in with you. You’re the only man in my life, the only man that I want. I can’t go to bed at night without playing with myself and thinking about you.”
“I cum for you every night, Durgesh; I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me. I want you to taste me; I get so wet for you. I want you inside me, Durgesh. I want you to put your ever efficient Uncut Hindu Cock in me too.”
“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re asking? Darling, if that happened, everything would change. You wouldn’t be my little girl anymore; you’d be the mother of my child.”
“Our child Durgesh, and I’d still be your little girl. I’ll always be your Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Durgesh. I love you so much. Please, make love to me. Please, put your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh.”
With that, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me.
First on the cheek, then Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb plied me with soft kisses as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved closer and closer to my lips.
“I love you, Durgesh. I love you very much. I love you more than anyone else, including myself too.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me lightly on my lips and let her tongue drag across them.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and my resolve weakened.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and parted my lips with her tongue to find my own waiting to dance with hers.
It twitched to her grasp.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb slowly stroked me as our kisses became more passionate.
I kissed her back, deeply, wetly, my hand cradling her head.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sighed into my open mouth and I fully committed to taking her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back on the bed and I followed.
Now it was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cradling my head as we kissed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb raked her nails across the nape of my neck as we kissed with unbridled hunger.
I broke free of her.
My hand moved under her nightie and cupped her breast.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moaned as I pinched her nipple and kissed my way to her cleavage.
My tongue circled her areola, brushing her nipple, teasing her.
I returned to her breast and ravaged her.
I turned my attentions southward.
He left her breasts and returned to the trail of scent Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had laid for me.
I kissed her belly and tongued her navel, causing her to giggle.
I continued my march south staying on course as if following a map to buried treasure. Upon reaching her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, I found it covered in her sheer panties.
I lost the trail at this point but knew I was close as her natural scents permeated my senses, wafting through my sinuses.
They were rife with her juices.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb squirmed in delight.
I reached up under her bottom, found the strap and pulled
Her panties fell away as I lifted each leg to remove them.
This Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy that would love me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, coat me in lubricant, grab me, pull me in, surround me with warmth and a velvety feel, clamp down on me and hold me in place while it relieved me of my Hindu seed.
“Darling, I can’t.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sat up, threw her arms around me and kissed me. “Please, Durgesh. Make me yours. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you inside me.”
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again.
I kissed her back, held her tightly and once again committed to mating with her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back and I went down.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shuddered and moaned.
I kissed her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb bathed it with her juices.
With each kiss, I sent a shiver up her spine.
Then I would proceed slowly along her slit, caressing her labia, before performing a lazy circle around her bud, then returning to do it all over again.
I stroked it like petting a kitty.
I brought my lips to her bud and encased her engorged clit, my tongue teasing her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb grabbed at the sheets, then at me, but I continued to torture her.
Suddenly her breathing stopped.
A flood of cum poured from her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there panting, flaccid, destroyed by an orgasm that was all consuming.
I rose up over her and pressed myself against her entrance.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb looked deep into my eyes and nodded,
I held it there for a second, in some ways hoping that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would reconsider and stop me.
Instead, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust into me with her hips and took more of my Hindu shaft.
I set up a rhythm, stroking in and out of her.
With each forward thrust, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia would swallow more of my Hindu shaft, coating me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices. Suddenly, I realized my Hindu man meat was inside my darling Musalmān young girl’s cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
I withdrew, but I was stopped from leaving, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb tightened herself around my Hindu crown.
I thrust into her again and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rotated her gorgeous Musalmān hips to meet me.
I could feel my head crash into her Musalmān cervix, causing her to cry out.
It was not a cry of pain but of passion.
I thrust into her again, and again, and again.
Each time Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust back at me, feeling me press into her, prying her open, ripening her for insemination.
I looked down.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel me swelling inside her.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb threw her arms around me.
I grabbed her around the waist and almost crushed her in my arms.
With one last thrust, I engaged her cervix and nature relieved me of any further control.
From deep in my Hindu loins, I gathered my load and my pelvic muscles began a rapid-fire series of contractions.
My cum crawled the length of my shaft and exploded from my slit.
Her pelvic muscles contracted around me, holding me in place.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was finally satiated.
As my release ebbed my grip on her relaxed.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb too released her grip on me.
“I love you, Durgesh.”
“I love you too, darling.” With that, I kissed her.
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