Digits at Dawn

You awoke before your mother, gratified to see her still in your bed. She now laid next to you, sleeping soundly. You pulled back the blankets to admire your work. The woman had kept her headscarf on for some strange reason, as if trying to maintain her modesty after being defiled in her own son’s bed. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist. You parted her lovely legs and smiled, much of your creamy deposit having leaked out of her overnight and now dried in streaks from her pussy lips and run between her thighs. You reached over to touch her, reminded of how soft she was there. Your leftover cum flaked away against your fingers and you massaged her mound, playful and possessive. She was starting to get wet, the woman’s body now readily trained to respond quickly when stimulated. Your mother’s breathing changed, her consciousness stirring.

“Ahyan…” she gasped, eyes still shut. There was a frown on her and you slipped in a finger. Her eyes opened, the unfamiliar surroundings and intrusive sensations rousing her completely. You took advantage of the momentary disorientation and slid in another finger and dug out more of her wetness. She couldn’t help her moan and then she saw you, confused, betrayed, then mildly relieved. “Ahyan… what are you doing?” she asked, wiggling against you but not stopping your busy fingers.

“Praying?” you tried, though this sort of thing was probably pushing it. You pushed yourself knuckles deep and she groaned warmly.

“Ahyan… this is…” she began, but her protests had been weak to start with and she was quickly giving up. Giving in.

“Do my fingers feel good, Umi?” you had to ask, grinning devilishly. She closed her eyes and chewed her lip.

“Mmm…” she hummed ambiguously. You rubbed her with an increasing rhythm, enjoying the little breaths she took as you built her up. You turned your wrist slightly and brushed your thumb near her clit and the woman gasped, her eyes opening. They were locked onto yours now, pretty in the dim morning light. She wanted you to look into her eyes while you made her cum, her mouth twisting as she squirmed in your grasp. She had barely been awake for a minute and you were already fingering her towards a deep climax. Memories of last night flooded her, her pussy doing much the same, her sloppy arousal almost flushing your stuck semen out. Her knowledge of succumbing to you made her tense up and you curled your fingers, stroking her in specific spots until she was quivering and then you focused your attention. “Ahyan… ahhnng… Allah is great… Allah… Allah… Ahh… haa fuck… Fucking… ohh fuck…” her mask of devotion changed and she let her jaw hang open, tongue lolling. She just stared into you and came on your fingers, moaning obscenely as if it was her morning duty to remind you of the slut she had become. For you.

You finally let her relax and when you extracted your drenched fingers she laid back in your dirtied, stained sheets. For a few seconds she didn’t care, basking in the glow of her body until the dawn air started to cool her wet crotch and guilt rose in her chest. She sat up, pulling down her dress to cover her messy shame.

“Where are you going?” you had to ask, and she was frozen for a second watching you suck her honey off your fingers.

“I… I think I will go to take a shower,” she decided, swinging her feet off your bed.

“Yeah good idea, Umi,” you agreed, catching up with her before she even reached the door. “Let us pray in the shower.”

She was wide eyed momentarily, then only nodded and had to let you follow her.