Dinner and Bed

The rice was a little overdone. It was still scrumptious, of course, but perhaps not as fluffy as it was a bit more on the mushy side. Nobody seemed to particularly mind. The flavours were all there, the gently commingled spices and herbs, the dinner table wafting fragrantly as the family ate around it. A perfect complement to the tender, fall off the bone chicken.

Fareeha’s hand was on your lap, gently running her fingers up and down your bare thigh since you had changed into shorts after your quick rinse in the shower. She was dutifully feeding herself though, needing to eat for two. You tried to concentrate on your food as well while ignoring your erection.

Across from you your parents had a quiet conversation. Baba spoke about some strange haircut from a coworker that your mother had met once at an office party long ago. She apparently remembered him though, and she found the description to be beyond hilarious, giggling into her hand. They were, on the surface, still a perfectly normal husband and wife. Parents to two great kids. Your mother glanced over to you at one point when your father went back to hungrily devouring his portion of juicy chicken thigh. There was need in her eyes… plain and insistent, then her expression softened again as she remembered to tell your father something about the car insurance being almost due.

It was, aside from your sister’s wandering hand, a pretty normal kind of dinner. You all fell into your old roles, like before Fareeha had gotten married. Just a simple Mulsim family around the dinner table.

You probably needed a bigger bed. The mattress groaned as your mother got into it, next your sister who you gave center stage since she was so heavily pregnant. Now mother and daughter, the older gently embracing the younger around her bare shoulders, waited for you. They weren’t completely naked. You had them keep their matching headscarfs on. Everywhere else they bared flesh. The juxtaposition was perfect. An illusion of modesty somehow making everything that much more lewd. You admired the wonder of curves and dips between their softly entangled forms, their same olive skin tone almost making it hard to tell where each of their bodies started and finished. You could compare them easily now though. Your mother’s tits were still bigger than Fareeha’s, even full of milk. They didn’t sag as much, perhaps, but you would be hard pressed to really pick a favourite pair between the two. Their nipples were almost identical too, although your sister’s were a little shiny with her ready leakage.

The biggest difference was that large belly of course. Your mother’s hand was resting atop the curve, almost protectively.

“Aren’t you coming to bed, brother?” your sister asked, smirking. Obviously you were. You were dressed for bed, in being undressed. Your mother’s eyes had not left your erection.

“Just taking a moment to affirm my intention to pray to Allah,” you said.

“Ah of course,” Fareeha nodded sagely, almost mockingly. “I shall do the same. Right Umi?” She gently elbowed your mother, who finally looked away from your cock and nodded. “Yes, we intend to pray devoutly and make sure you cum so hard you might see Allah’s glory yourself. Come on now, Ahyan. Mother’s pussy is so wet for you.”

It was, you could see. Moth of them had their legs parted for you as they lay sat there in your bed, and you clambered on between your mother’s. Your sister moved to her side slightly, partly to give you two more room, partly so she could get a better view.

“Abnay… your cock is always so hard,” your mother said admiringly as you lined yourself up to her bald, weeping hole.

“Let me,” your sister said, grasping onto your pole then leading you to the promised land herself. Well, not the first time, where she ‘accidentally’ bopped the tip of your spear against your mother’s puckered anus, making the woman gasp. “Oops,” Fareeha said, before dragging you up across umi’s taint then to umi’s already parting lips.Your sister put you inside your mother, salivating at the sight of it, as your inches were fed into her soaking we hole.

“Abnay… ohhh… always… so hard,” your mother repeated, her moan joyful.

“Mmmmmm… she’s such a slut for your cock now,” commented your sister, still slightly awed. You had to put up with that as you slowly thrust into the woman, listening to Fareeha’s cooing and fawning over watching her brother fuck her mother up close. “I thought it was hot the first time, Ahyan,” she said, reminding you of that first night she got to witness how you prayed with their mother. “But now I can see just how fucking wet she gets for you… god it’s just dripping out of her…”

“Fareeha… please…” your mother groaned, her head resting near her daughter’s swelled breast. You could tell the running commentary was turning your mother on more and more, with the way her pussy squeezed your shaft, encouraging you to plumb her deeper on each incestuous thrust. It was almost too distracting for her, like she wanted to purely concentrate on taking her son’s cock like a proper mother should.

“Working up a sweat are you, Umi? Thirsty?” your sister asked the panting woman. “Go on then.” She didn’t so much as let your mother suck on her tit, as much as she made her by sticking her glorious globe by her face and turning umi’s head into it with her hand. You watched this all with utter contentment in your heart. Everything was so perfect now, in this depraved little world you had built with some words in a book. Your mother thought so too, her daughter’s milk spurting all over her tongue, and with your cock thrusting so deep into her cunt she couldn't help becoming overcome and came. She moaned into Fareeha’s tit, walls clutching around you, and you were so connected to her in the moment you felt her entire body pulsing.

Fareeha winced a bit but was grinning fiercely. Umi chewed on her nipple a little as she contended with her climax, overwhelmed with her new state of being. A diligent mother reduced to a mere sexual plaything for her daughter and son. It was so freeing now, without the doubts of the shaitan in her head. Or at least… she simply added the nagging notions of sins and wrongness into her cresting pleasure and it just made it all the more toe-curling.

When she finally relaxed she was like a puddle, draped next to your horny sister who had been patiently fingering her own pussy while she waited her turn. You stopped thrusting too, waited for Umi's lovely channel to stop twitching. You let your mom take a well earned break for now and withdrew your dripping hard dick out of her pussy. “Oh fuck look at that,” your sister breathed, excited. Her grip found your thick piece again and she hissed with need. “It’s still so wet and hard… thank you Umi. For keeping him warm for me,” Fareeha leaned down to kiss your mother on her sweat damp forehead, then pulled you into position between her own legs, your cock like her own personal handle.

“Were you always this horny or is it hormones?” you wondered. Your sister seemed to ignore that question, more concerned with scooting up into a better position to take you.

“Just put it in. Just put it in,” she ordered, impatient. You put it in for her, returning to that warm and slimy socket she kept so well lubricated. Watching you rut with your mother, her mother, seemed to arouse Fareeha to no end. “Ohhh yes little brother… you know how to use that dick of yours…” she told you needily. “No wonder Umi fell so hard for you!”

You shoved your cock into her with increasing vigor as your wordy sister went on and on. You used to think her chattering was annoying, but in this context you could listen to her all night. You probably would be tonight. “She loves you now, you know,” Fareeha said, now watching your eyes as you pounded her gently spasming cunt, your abs rubbing against her belly. “The way she looks at you… it’s not the way a mom looks at her son… it’s the way she used to look at Baba.”

You grit your teeth, holding onto your sister’s knees as you fucked her and she moaned her insights at you. “She’s all yours… devoted to serve… your personal slut…” your sister said. “Just like me.”

“Yeah?” You finally found your words and could partake in the conversation. “You want me more than you want Ibrahim?” Her eyes seemed to glitter at you as her pink cheeks rose with her smile.

“Yes, Ahyan. I want you more than I want my own husband,” she ‘confessed’, even though you already knew it. “My little brother fucks me like nobody else can.”

You couldn’t hold it any more. Not after all that time sawing in and out of Umi’s tight pussy. Not after slamming into your sister’s hot wet cunt while she spoke such wholesome smut. She thrilled at feeling you unload in her again, and it was enough to push her over too. She whined joyfully as you throbbed within her cinching muscles, milking you for all you were worth, making sure you poured every heated spurt down deep into her channel.

You had to lie down after that, somehow sliding onto the other side of your sister where there was just enough bed left for you. You and your mother both had an arm draped over Fareeha’s pregnancy, the three of you warm and cosy, sweaty and sticking to each other.

There was more praying that night… it went into the early hours of the morning. Your two family sluts just couldn’t get enough prayer.