Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grimaced.
She couldn’t digest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s comment.
“I don’t think so.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said unappreciatively.
“Durgesh fucked you in trance? Hahaha.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed once more, “And you claim to be a successful journalist.”
“Stop ridiculing me.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said angrily, “Only because you are utmost successful young Musalmān Beauty now, you don’t have implied authority to ridicule the other successful young Musalmān Beauties.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew why Durgesh was so faithful to mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.
“Durgesh learned his practical sex from mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “It was immensely problematic for me to make him to make love to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties. Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera have trained Durgesh’s mind so much that Durgesh actually has an inherent obsession for them. He thinks whatever he is today in sex, he is due to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was awe stricken on this utmost secret revelation of my so utmost successful sexual life.”
“My Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have actually made Durgesh available to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “especially Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Sixty One Eighteen in Love. Otherwise it was quite impossible for you, Bābarah Åālamgīr, to be a live in relationship partner of Durgesh the greatest, even in this Dream City, Ved Nagar.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.*
The angry roar of screaming spectators filled the auditorium as they watched my opponent Musalmān Beauty caressed my nude Hindu buttocks patronizingly.
I had exploded ultimately into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still smiling.
Her tight Musalmān Cunt was still holding my exploded Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No chance, Imām Muħammad Ħasan,” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled sympathetically, “Your Hindu stud has failed.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was grave.
He didn’t say anything.
I fought to keep my Uncut Hindu Lund still still moving in out and in.
I succeeded in my attempts.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still capable in fucking Nādirah Islām Saåīd.
But the fact was that I had exploded already.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Sidrah Aħmad.
He hadn’t exploded into her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the winner, not me.
I pushed and squirmed, but the fact was the fact.
The ref dropped to the mat beside us, watching for the pin.
I knew I was in trouble.
My parents watched each other as they looked on.
“Get up, Durgesh!” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī shouted. Her soft little voice drowned out by the crowd.
As I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd, I saw Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī in the stands.
She seemed to be doing an angry fighting within herself, as she looked on.
Yet, I couldn’t help but notice how her big boobs wobbled beneath her thin costly sweater as she did this.
I smiled to myself for a moment.
“What a time for a guy to have Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s boobs on the brain.” I thought.
It was true, eighteen year old I was obsessed with boobs and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had the biggest rack of any Musalmān Beauty I knew.
Strangely, as I lay there, my Uncut Hindu Lund still burying deepest into Nādirah Islām Saåīd’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I thought back on all the mornings that I sat at the breakfast table gawking.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī’s big braless Musalmān tits under her thin silk robe were the source of my many a morning hard-on.
I was suddenly jarred back into the present as the ref slapped the mat, announcing my defeat and Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s victory.
The crowd sighed in disappointment.
It was another lost sex match for me who wanted more than anything to be World Sex Champion.
Well, almost anything.
After the competition, I walked across the parking lot with my head still held high.
I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd longer than Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad was jealous of Nādirah Islām Saåīd and Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still proud of me that she always opted for me.
Durgesh is the best.
Yet Shankar Mahāpralayankar has again lasted longer into Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad herself admitted,
“Durgesh is really the best into our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts, but Shankar Mahāpralayankar stays longer. It’s second time Shankar Mahāpralayankar defeated Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Nādirah Islām Saåīd charged Sidrah Aħmad furiously.
“You always help that Hindu scoundrel in staying longer into you. You are jealous of me that Durgesh always prefers me on you.”
Sidrah Aħmad laughed.
“Durgesh is damn more ethical than Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar never minds our free sex, but Durgesh criticizes us, at least.”*
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had her arm around me as we walked side by side.
“You’ll get Shankar Mahāpralayankar next time, son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
The heels of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s sandals clicked against the payment, drawing my attention.
I was in love with Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s everything.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffen at the mere sight of her.
Even her feet were soft and small with cute squatty little toes that were always freshly painted.
Her high-heeled sandals consisted of a couple of tiny straps that crossed the foot, just above the toes.
There were no straps in the back, leaving her sexy arched heels on open display.
We stopped at the car and while Imām Muħammad Ħasan got in and unlocked the doors, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī stood facing me.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī put her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.
Even with her heels on, I was few inches taller.
“Hey.” She said softly.
I looked up into Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s big brown eyes that seemed to gleam with love.
“Give me a hug, Hindu handsome.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī whispered.
It was like candy to my ears.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī moved forward and gave me a great big tit-squasher.
I let out a quivering sigh as I felt Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s soft spongy Musalmān sacks flatten against my young Hindu chest.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was no dummy.
She knew I was fascinated with her “little girls” as Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī liked to call them and that by crushing them against my Hindu chest as we embraced Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī would be helping to sooth the disappointing loss.
I said very little the rest of the evening.
I was thinking.
Is Sidrah Aħmad really helping Shankar Mahāpralayankar in defeating me?
Does she not digest my criticism of her wildest Hindu obsession?
Sidrah Aħmad believes every Hindu is better than a Musalmān for having sex with him.
Is she right?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī does also believe in the same.
There are some other Musalmān Beauties too who too have the same faith.
But isn’t it communal and cruel too to reject one entire community for having sex with its mankind?
How these ravenous Musalmān Beauties can be correct?
I went straight to my room where I became absorbed into the world of Ashvinātam Sex.
Downstairs Imām Muħammad Ħasan was watching a ballgame.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī tidied up the kitchen as she spoke to her big sister on the phone.
“I don’t know, I feel so bad for Durgesh, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī. I mean, all Durgesh does is talk about wanting to be a World Sex Championion Competitor, but he hasn’t won one sex match so far this year.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī explained.
“Well, maybe he’s just not motivated enough, darling. I mean, the accomplishment of being World Sex Championion is long term. Maybe he needs some short term rewards to keep him motivated.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“I could try that I suppose, but if he doesn’t involve in other things he probably won’t work for it.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said.
“Is there anything else you think he’d be willing to work for?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Well, he is a teenager. A hot bubble bath with a big breasted cheerleader might do the trick.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Okay then, this is what you do. Tell me that if he wins his next Sex Match, you’ll take off your bra and show him your Musalmān tits.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“Are you crazy? Allah, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī, he’s my son.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Yes, and he’s also a hormonal teenaged Hindu boy who can’t take his eyes off of those big Musalmān boobs of yours. You told me so yourself.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī laughed.
“Yes, I did and I fail to see how unclasping my bra in front of Durgesh is going to help remedy that obsession.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī answered.
“Allah! My God, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, you are such a prude. They’re just big Musalmān boobs. Do you want your Hindu son to win or not?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Of course I want Durgesh to win.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said angrily, “I don’t like Shankar Mahāpralayankar has won Durgesh again. That Hindu boy is criminal minded I say.”
“Then think about it, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. Most Hindu boys of Durgesh’s age would crawl through a field of cactus to see a set of real Musalmān tits and if you don’t show him, then maybe someone else will.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said mischievously.
“No, you won’t. I can handle this situation thank you very much.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said sternly.
“We’ll, then handle it little sister. You might be pleasantly surprised.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.*
Kħālidah Naåīm picked up the telephone and said,
“Oh Hi, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Lunch today? Sure, where?”
The voice at the other end of the call said,
“Ashvinātam Restaurant in Ved Nagar at twelve-thirty.”
“I’ll be there. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Kħālidah Naåīm glanced at the digital clock setting on the nightstand.
She smiled she still had plenty of time for a little self-indulgence.
Kħālidah Naåīm opened the drawer to the nightstand next to her unmade bed.
She lifted the hardbound romance novel and placed it beside her on the bed.
Kħālidah Naåīm looked longingly at the cover art on the book.
It pictured a handsome, hard-bodied man embracing a Lady Doctor in a white uniform.
Kħālidah Naåīm lovingly traced her fingertips across the man’s face as Kħālidah Naåīm memorized its chiseled details.
Untying her robe Kħālidah Naåīm opened it.
Her nipples hardened in the cool morning air.
Hissing Kħālidah Naåīm tugged on each nipple in turn until Kħālidah Naåīm felt the familiar warmth deep in her belly begin to flood her nethers.
Kħālidah Naåīm hesitated, gazed at the hunk on the book cover then pulled out a pink plastic phallus and a tube of lube from the drawer.
Blushing, Kħālidah Naåīm knew her husband would be hurt if he knew Kħālidah Naåīm had resorted to mechanical devices to reinforce his flagging sexual prowess.
Kħālidah Naåīm shrugged, Kħālidah Naåīm had needs that required satisfaction, if Kħālidah Naåīm went too long without an orgasm Kħālidah Naåīm could be a real bitch.
Kħālidah Naåīm liberally applied lubricant to the slim 7-inch long pink shaft followed by the wide bulb-shaped head.
The enlarged head contained a powerful egg vibrator that focused on her G-spot.
What the hell else could Kħālidah Naåīm do when her husband was becoming more and more disinterested in having sex with her?
Well, her most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends even told Kħālidah Naåīm, Kħālidah Naåīm wasn’t only facing this problem, they were too suffering from the same impasse.
Zāhidah Aslam had gone even to the extent,
“Kħālidah Naåīm, I knew sooner or later, it had to happen.”
Kħālidah Naåīm was startled,
“Allah, why Zāhidah Aslam?”
“Our Musalmān mankind is becoming more and more religious nowadays.”
“Not only our Musalmān mankind, Zāhidah Aslam.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad smiled at her other most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends, “nowadays, the entire mankind on the globe is bubbling with intense incurable continually increasing religious sentiments.”
“Allah, you are absolutely correct, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad.” Kħālidah Naåīm immediately agreed with her.
“Don’t you see,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad said, “almost entire globe is suddenly against corruption in their governments? Don’t you see, almost entire globe is suddenly against gang-rapes and rapes even? Why is it so? Due to this very intense incurable constant increase in religious sentiments of the entire mankind on entire globe, I say.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t understand what had happened to me suddenly.
He was a badly flustered individual.
Not only was he curious as to why I should be interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Islands, but Imām Muħammad Ħasan was anxious to make certain that he receive the excessive price that he had quoted over the mobile.
He could not understand while I was always against even the name of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, why suddenly I was so interested in buying ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
He had offered his ten thousand shares for ten times amount they actually were worth of.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s anxiety was tempered by a very evident fear that some secret development concerning which he knew nothing was making the stock worth far more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan had dared to ask.
I put the certified cheque on Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s executive table.
“There you are Abbū Imām. A cheque payable to Imām Muħammad Ħasan, dated today, duly certified, in an amount of one thousand, thousand dollars. You please note that I have written on the back of the cheque that, this cheque is payment in full for your ten thousand shares of stock in the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands. I have further written on the back of this cheque that you agree to arrange for me to attend the directors’ meeting this afternoon.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was listening to me immensely intently.
Yet, nevertheless, he was absolutely unable to understand what I was actually after.
He knew me very well I would never purchase even a single share of even any Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, until its name isn’t changed.
I hated the immense vulgarity in the name.
Why the hell then I was suddenly interested in purchasing as much as ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, on ten times amount of what they were actually worth of?
I continued gravely, yet still quite respectfully,
“Abbū Imām, you will there, in directors’ meeting, announce that you have sold your stock of ten thousand shares to me, and give me an opportunity to address the meeting.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s suspicious eyes peered with the intensity of a man trying to look through a thick fog.
He pushed his head forward, as if by doing so he could see my face to better advantage, and could study my features.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan blinked his eyes gravely.
He had to admit to himself that I was too much deep for him still now, while I respected him very much as my father in law.
Since Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted I should treat her Abbū Imām my father in law and Imām Muħammad Ħasan should treat me his son in law, that was the relationship prominent between Imām Muħammad Ħasan and me.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan seemed almost to be sniffing the air.
“You have the stock, Abbū Imām?” I asked gravely.
“Sure, my son. Absolutely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.
“I’m prepared to endorse all the ten stock certificates.”
“There are five directors?”
“Will you,” I smiled, “tell me something about the temperaments and personalities of the various directors?”*
Satisfied that the vibrator was ready to use Kħālidah Naåīm began to prepare herself to receive it.
Kħālidah Naåīm began by warming up her erogenous zones with her own fingers.
With familiarity, her digits traced their way around her anatomy, mapping out her puffy pussy lips, pinpointing her clitoris and exploring her vagina.
It felt so good, Kħālidah Naåīm whimpered,
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator engaging its lowest speed.
She allowed the head of the vibrator to travel the most responsive parts of body slowly, first buzzing her inner thighs then her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labia.
Kħālidah Naåīm increased the speed of her toy and applied varied pressures to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit.
Her arousal built.
Kħālidah Naåīm relished the powerful sensations surging through her body.
Kħālidah Naåīm panted,
“That’s it, that’s it,” and puffed breathily, “Oh, that’s it.”
Glancing at the man painted on the book cover with glassy eyes Kħālidah Naåīm slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
After a moment, Kħālidah Naåīm simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the droning dildo up and down in her slick snatch pushing the limits of comfort.
Kħālidah Naåīm located her G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head of the toy and groaned.
Quickly, Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the vibrations that gyrated all the way through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān gash.
She diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit with demonic endeavor until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered.
Her climax exploded in the pleasure center of her mind as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still embedded within her.
Kħālidah Naåīm screamed with agonized release,
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me.
“The directors are personally known to you. Very harmonious, very broadminded. For the most part, our meetings are entirely without friction. I am quite sure, my son that, you will find no serious objection on the part of any director to carrying out any legitimate business proposition that is for the best interest of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
I looked at Imām Muħammad Ħasan steadily for a few moments, then grinned.
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, trying his best not to avert his eyes, “we occasionally do have differences of opinion, as your own board of directors in HVSI group of Companies too has naturally. Nevertheless, you know very well, being an ever most successful businessman, even more than me, that’s only normal. You know, these islands are part of Ved Nagar and we have Democracy here after all. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to remind you that we progress through the consideration of different opinions in Democracy.”
I smiled respectfully.
“Abbū Imām, I know you would never deceive me for your personal interest. Yet, we both are dedicated to our movements. Aren’t we?”
“Sure, yet our movements are not mutually against each other. We both are fighting to establish actual Democracy everywhere. Aren’t we?”
“I agree with you. But I am never as desperate in achieving my goal as you are.”
“Because Hindus were never as Uneducated/Under Educated, never as criminal/criminal minded, as the Pseudo Musalmīn are.”
“You go to the extreme extents even to achieve your goals. You have established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs successfully. You’ve successfully developed them to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands even. Yet, you are quite against your own daughter, my wife, my live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that, she has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
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15. A Secret Smile
My name is Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī.
I am from Saåūdī Årabia and I migrated to Italy, a place of sexy wonders, two years back with my new husband Durgesh.
We have a beautiful son Pravesh who is 19 months old this month.
The reason for writing my story is tell you my little secret.
My new husband Durgesh is in fact my own son.
Not my real son, yet adopted son.
He married me, his own Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, though not his real Ammī, yet Ammī however, before bringing me to US as his wife.
How it all happened?
Please read on!
I was married to Durgesh’s father in law Abbū, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ when I was 18.
Ours was an arranged marriage and after one year, I gave birth to Durgesh.
My husband Imām Aħmad Sheikħ arranged with his Hindu bahnoī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
Durgesh was actually son of Vishvās Shakr Mānav and Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.
My husband insisted on having only one child even though I wanted more.
“How?” my husband, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ, was sarcastic, “I can’t give you a son. I’m not capable to give a son to you.”
So, apparently, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ got his operation done ‘after’(?) Durgesh.
Durgesh grew up like a good lad and became a barrister,Sex Therapist and a free lance writer, three in one.
Six years ago, he came to US and settled here.
My story actually started about 2 years ago.
I can never forget that day when my husband left me at the hospital.
He had a stroke at home when he was getting ready for work and all hell got loose for me.
It was the worst day of my life.
We notified about his death to Durgesh and he came to India within two days.
Our relatives picked Durgesh up from the airport and they all came to the native village where we brought Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s body for his last rites.
I saw Durgesh as he hurried towards me, as soon as he got down from the car.
I could not hold myself but to cry as I fell in his strong Hindu arms.
The crying was unstoppable for both of us as everybody around us tried to console us.
It was a sad emotional Moment I will never forget.
Within few hours after Durgesh’s arrival, he performed the last rites for ‘his’(?) father.
The atmosphere was very sad for the next two days as all our relatives turned up to console us.
On the third day, we performed another rite where all the extended family participated and finished the rite with a dinner for the family.
After the dinner, all of them left to their houses.
We were staying at Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s sister’s place and they started organizing our beds.
Durgesh was told to sleep in the spare bedroom and Durgesh insisted that I sleep with him too.
As I was his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, everybody agreed.
They arranged a double bed for us.
I actually thought Durgesh was probably feeling lonely, but little did I know.
He had other plans.
Durgesh went to bed as me and my sis-in-law cleaned the dishes.
After sometime, my sis-in-law went to bed as I spent more time doing the chores, as I could not sleep.
After an hour or so, I finished my work and went into the bedroom.
As I entered the bedroom, I saw Durgesh is still awake.
I asked him and he said he could not sleep.
As I came into the room, Durgesh got up from the bed and locked the door.
I thought he would go back to bed but instead he came towards me and hugged me.
I felt very sorry for him as we both hugged each other.
Then he pressed me against so hard I had to gasp for my breath.
Then he whispered into my ear,
“Since Abbū has left us, Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, I am the man of the house. I am the man for you too Ammī, Tajallī darling!”
He then took hold of my pallu, loose end of my saree, and pulled off my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.
I was startled by his words and gesture and I started screaming.
Durgesh then suddenly closed my mouth with one hand, held me close with the other and said,
“Shshshshsh…shut up, Ammī darling! We don’t want to wake uncle and aunt, do we?”
I was still struggling with him, my best, to let me go off.
I screamed too.
Durgesh said cruelly,
“If you wake them up Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and if you tell them about this, I will have to tell them about a little secret of yours with Srinivas uncle.”
I was blown away by that comment.
My whole life flashed before me.
The only thing I thought all away, I got away with, came back to haunt me.
I always thought nobody knew about that except Srinivas and me. But how does Durgesh know?
I signaled Durgesh I wouldn’t shout as he slowly loosened my mouth, and to assure myself I asked him,
He then said,
“The secret of those nights with uncle when Abbū was away, those days when Abbū was not around.”
I denied them saying,
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Don’t try to deceive me, Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I have seen you with him.”
I controlled myself and smiled cunningly,
“Who will believe you?”
“Everybody my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I don’t need to show evidence. One word and you will be a slut to everybody. They don’t need evidence.”
I couldn’t say a word.
Everybody will believe Durgesh.
Even if they don’t believe, they would still think there is something of that kind.
I would lose my chastity status in the family.
Durgesh loosened my mouth and said
“It would be better for you to shut up my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī!”
I asked him,
“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?” Durgesh said,
“But you are my son! How do you expect me to…”
“Yes you can my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I’m not your real son.” he said,” See, I am a man now and I can fuck you now…I can see you as a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman and so can you…You are too beautiful and too sexy to leave alone. I don’t want any damn Shrīnivās or else, now. I know you need him. I don’t want him with you anymore, or anyone else, except myself.”
He kissed my lips forcefully,
“You are a widow now and you have all your life ahead. My Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! Be my beloved Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and I will take care of you!” he continued.
“But…” and then stopped.
I knew Durgesh is not going to listen as he is already using me as a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman as he pressed his chest against my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and thrusting his Hindu groin to caress my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.
I knew I couldn’t escape him.
He was right too!
I have to continue living… and Durgesh is the only one I have got in this world.
What can I do if I reject him?
I will loose my son and my life.
I was caught in a web of love and lust.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked him accepting my defeat.
“Today is our first night, Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I want to fuck you like my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bride.”
“How can you fuck your own…?” I stopped, as there was no point saying anymore.
“Like this my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī!” he grabbed my lips with his and gave me a long kiss.
I tried getting out at first but gave up and thought let me have it.
Let him have his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s body.
After that, I just became a spectator as I obeyed every part of his sex act with me.
After the kiss he disrobed me and started unhooking my blouse as he kissed my shoulders.
He took off my blouse and then unhooked my bra as he kissed my visible flesh of my breast in the bra.
As he took off my bra his eye lit up seeing my naked extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and he slowly kissed one of my nipples.
As he kissed my one breast he started caressing the other one as I watched him fulfilling his lust.
After sometime, he then moved his left hand to reach the tied end of my petticoat to untie it.
As soon as the petticoat string got loose, my heartbeat rose.
I could not believe my own son is exposing my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.
I could not take it.
So I held on to the petticoat.
Durgesh looked at me seriously and then pulled my hands off the grip vigorously as I let go and my petticoat slid quickly to the floor.
Durgesh anxiously looked at my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood but got disappointed that I had my panties on.
He immediately knelt before me and with two hands holding wither end he tried to take it off.
I twisted my legs and gave him hard time before he finally managed to take it off me.
He even tore some part of my panty.
The first thing he did after he saw his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood was that he took a good fragrance of it.
He then wasted no time to caress and kiss his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s mound as for the first time I had a tinge of sexuality in my body as he kissed my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy lips.
It was then I realized I was sweating even as the ceiling fan was running in full speed.
I couldn’t do anything else but to enjoy as he performed oral sex with his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina as I slowly parted my thighs to give him access to more of my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I do not know how long he kissed my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy but I should say I was ashamed as I came after a very long time.
My own son made me come.
After sometime, he took me to the bed made me lay on my back as he took off his sarong.
He then placed himself between my thighs, took hold of his now very erect throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick and slowly inserting into my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.
But now I was in ecstasy and thoroughly enjoying every Moment of it.
He then inserted all his Uncut Hindu Dick into my, his own Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, stopped there and then kissed my lips.
I really thought I was his bride and this is our first night!
He then slowly whispered to me,
“Now I am a Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī-fucker, my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! You cannot tell me I can’t anymore!”
I smiled at him as he started thrusting his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
As I looked at him I could not believe this was the same kid that I adopted 23 years ago.
I could feel his Uncut Hindu Dick moving as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscle expanded and contracted for his every Hindu movement.
It was as if my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt is milking my son’s Uncut Hindu Dick.
My Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles were now working out to accommodate his erect Uncut Hindu Cock.
Durgesh should have planned all this before as he was enjoying every bit of it.
My Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt though, was also enjoying itself, as it came again oozing out lots of juices.
I gasped as my own son’s Hindu cum filled my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.
Durgesh collapsed on me huffing and puffing as his Uncut Hindu Dick in me twitched for every load it pour into my womb.
We were soaked it sweat but we could not move as we were very tired.
Durgesh laid on me until we got some energy to move.
By then his Uncut Hindu Dick wilted and withdrew from his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s now very wet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh then lifted from me and rolled on to my side.
He then got up and switched on the light.
I twitched my eyes of this sudden light but as I opened, again I could see Durgesh holding his limp Uncut Hindu Dick.
He then came close to me and said,
“Ammī, this is what I planned to do on the third day rite of my Abbū!” and then started fucking me once again fiercely, “I promised myself I will fuck my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with my Uncut Hindu Dick on this day aggressively!”
“And I did it!” he added.
As much as I was shocked to hear those words, I have to confess I felt a little kinky too.
My own son planned to fuck me on his father’s third day rites and decided to fuck me aggressively with his Uncut Hindu Dick! How more perverted can a son be?
The scheme was beyond my thoughts.
I probably would have got fucked after a month or so but never in five days after Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s death.
Until even an hour ago, I never thought I would be on bed like this with my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt ravaged and full of our sex juices.
And I never ever imagined my own son would do this to me.
And to the least I never expected I would enjoy it that much especially when my lover is my own son.
My kinky senses took over as I opened my thighs wide up to Durgesh and said,
“There are more pleasures your Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt can provide you, son! You can fuck me more too!”
I could see Durgesh felt happy about those words as he leant to fuck my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.
I quickly said,
“You can but switch off the light, son!”
He switched off the light and in a Moment or so I felt my son parting my legs to fuck his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, off.
After a nice fucking session more, we both dozed off to sleep in each other’s arms, NAKED!
Next day morning I was woken up with noises from outside.
I saw the clock and it was six o’clock.
Then suddenly I realized I am naked.
I quickly got out of the bed and wore my clothes.
I could not wear my panties as they were torn.
I quickly put it in our bag, took out another one and wore it.
I felt a bit shy seeing Durgesh also naked on the bed.
I quickly got him up and asked him to wear some clothes.
After he wore some clothes, he quickly grabbed me by my midriff to hold my body close to him.
I had to struggle to let him leave me as I told him his aunt might see.
I walked outside to do my regular chores and help my sis-in-law.
Half hour later Durgesh’s uncle got up and then Durgesh got up.
After our chores we all sat together to eat the breakfast.
While eating the breakfast, Durgesh’s aunt asked if Durgesh got good sleep.
Durgesh said he did but she interrupted him saying,
“But you my darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, must have got you awake all the time. We were hearing noises until late night.”
I gasped my breath.
Then Durgesh interrupted and said,
“Yes! My Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, was waking up all the time. I had to ‘console’ her to make her sleep.” looking and winking at me.
‘Oh! Sure!” It was the other way round. He was the one enjoying his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and body disrupting my sleep.’
“You have to understand her Durgesh!” his uncle added, “she lost her husband you know!”
Durgesh looked at me with his sarcastic face.
That look said,
“Yes uncle! She lost one but found another one last night!”
“Yeah! We were hearing her moans all the time!” aunt added.
I was really embarrassed.
“Sorry if they disturbed you both!” Durgesh added.
“You have to take care off her pain Durgesh!” Uncle said.
“I did uncle!” Durgesh interrupted, “I took care of her pain! Didn’t I Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī?” Durgesh asked looking at me.
I was embarrassed as I said, “Yes you did! My lovely son!”
“Good to see you both getting better.” aunt said, “Ammījān and son love will cure!”
‘We are more than Ammī and son now!’ I thought to myself.
“Yes, I love my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I will take care of you!” Durgesh said making a licking gesture at me.
“That’s like a good son!” Aunt added.
I felt shy and embarrassed at once.
That day I experienced my first days of my marriage with Durgesh’s Abbū again!
After our first night Imām Aħmad Sheikħ was constantly onto me like a dog that tasted a juicy piece of meat and wanted more.
But now it’s Durgesh!
His Abbū had an advantage though! He married me! He had license to fondle me. So I too was a bit open at that time.
But now, Durgesh is my own son!
He had no license even to ogle at his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, sexually little known to fondle her.
He cannot commit incest in the public!
But try telling that to a dog who had his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s plump little Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy for dinner.
He wants more and more often.
But that was not possible with all the relatives around us.
But that did not deter Durgesh.
I became a piece of meat for him.
He never missed an opportunity to molest me.
I was terrified if anybody would see us.
Needless to say, I was very much relieved as the day ended.
The day took a toll on me doing chores while I fended off Durgesh’s molestations and trying to be sad all the time.
I could not wait until we hit the bedroom.
I had to confess I became a bitch in heat by nightfall with all his gestures.
We slipped quickly to bedroom as soon as we had our dinner.
Aunt and Uncle might have wondered how we were itching to get to bed.
That night was like a night of passion too but we had to keep it low.
Uncle never heard a word.
He said we might have got pretty tired not sleeping all those nights.
The next morning my son’s Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt woke me up for a change.
I let him have his ‘breakfast’ with me before getting up as I thought Durgesh would slow down during the day.
I was wrong though!
He almost tried to rape me on his aunt’s bed while I went there to clean the room.
But fortunately, he let me go as he heard his uncle calling him.
I had time to set my clothes quickly before I resumed my cleaning.
An hour after Durgesh’s uncle left for work.
His aunt wanted to go to hospital.
Suddenly my perverted mind took over saying private time.
But as a gesture, I asked her if I need to accompany her.
She said I am still in mourning state so I need some rest.
But she said she would take Durgesh with her.
I was disappointed hearing it.
When Durgesh came, she asked Durgesh to accompany her but Durgesh said he promised someone else to help already.
Durgesh left before her and aunt took her neighbor with her.
I sat down to clean the rice of dirt pebbles in them.
Few minutes later Durgesh came back.
I saw him and was about to ask him why he is back but stopped short seeing a garland of flowers in his hand.
As he closed the main door and came towards me, I said,
“You lied to your aunt, didn’t you?”
“What can I doTajallī Jamāl Qurayshī? Let go our opportunity to be together?”
He then handed over the flowers to me saying,
“These are for you!”
“For me? Don’t you remember I am a widow?”
“You are but my beloved now.” He calmed me.
“But what if anybody sees?” I said.
“Nobody will see my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! Put them on and let’s go to bedroom!”
He tried to lift me up from floor with one hand holding my shoulder.
“No Durgesh!” I said, “I am sleeping with you, but that doesn’t mean I am not mourning.”
“But…” he said.
“No buts,” I interrupted, “You lay those flowers at Al Qur’an Al Kareem…then I will come with you.”
Durgesh disappointedly went to the Salat room and came back a little later saying,
“Now you are happy?”
I smiled at him getting up from the floor and went up to kiss him.
We both walked into the bedroom kissing and closed the door behind us.
Durgesh then wasted no time to undress his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and took me to the bed.
He then took off the clothes and then remained me.
Well, you would guess the rest of it.
Half an hour later, we were both huffing and puffing with Durgesh on top of me as usual.
Finally, my own son fucked me in broad daylight.
Half and hour later Durgesh wanted another round and he had it.
His aunt arrived just ten minutes after we set everything right.
It was good thing I did not wear the garland as somebody saw Durgesh buying it and leaked it to her.
So she was happy seeing those on Qur’an, as I told Durgesh bought them for it!
Durgesh’s gutsy gestures with me got bolder day by day and I was really waiting to get back to my home in the city.
We had to wait for Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s tenth day rites.
By the tenth day rite of my husband, Durgesh made me forget I even lost a husband.
My bed had been warm within a week of my husband’s death and my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt had been busy every night.
In fact my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was busy more than when my husband was around.
My son has been fucking me every day for almost a week now.
We had a big ceremony for the tenth day with more than 100 people coming for it.
I had to get very serious to show my sad face.
I wondered what Durgesh planned to do with his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, for the tenth day and he did not tell me until the night before.
Durgesh had planned two things for his Abbū’s tenth day.
One is to make me perform salat while my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy is wet with his Hindu semen and the second one, fuck his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, at least three times that night.
It was very funny the way he got the first one.
To get me to salat with a wet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, He has to fuck me in-between my shower and my salat start.
Otherwise, he cannot do it at any time.
So he got me to change in the bedroom after my shower.
So as soon as I came from shower, I had to call Durgesh in a bid to help me out.
He then came and locked the bedroom door.
I quickly took off my old saree as Durgesh yanked my petticoat up and made me lean on the bed as he took me doggie style.
It was interesting how quick he got his Uncut Hindu Dick hard.
I pretty much cried in pain as he inserted his Uncut Hindu Dick into my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy as it was very dry.
He then smeared his saliva on to the rest of the Uncut Hindu Dick as I tried hard to generate some juices in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He waited no long as he started to thrust his Uncut Hindu Cock into me as my pain slowly turned into lust.
It took almost six minutes for him to come but to me it felt like ages as people were knocking on the door to get ready soon.
Durgesh did not let go off me for another two minutes as I quickly hurried to wear my saree.
Durgesh quickly dressed back as I could not wear my panties before I was hurried to the room.
I could not even dress properly.
Glad it was a funeral!
While I was walking to the salat room, I could feel Durgesh’s and my juices dribbling down my thighs, as I was afraid they would trickle to my feet.
I tried my best to get my petticoat in contact with the juices as I entered and stood for my Salat.
I could feel my petticoat getting wet.
It was a great feeling mixed with kinkiness and guilt when I stood started praying salat for my hubby.
I had to confess to him in my heart but I managed to get some positive thoughts as said to him that it is his own adopted son’s Hindu semen that’s in my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.
I also told him that a part of him is still enjoying my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I also asked him to pardon me for cheating him with Shrinivas.
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30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
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73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
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21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
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9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1