In your room

You put both hands on your mother’s shoulders and lowered her to her knees. A little confused but getting used to complying with your physical control, she sank to the carpet but looked up quizzically.

“Then let’s pray,” you told her. She was now level with your pitched tent and a flicker of regret crossed her face. But really there wasn’t ever going to be a more ideal outcome for your mother. She saw the expectant look you gave her, remembered what she did for you this morning, and rolled up her sleeves. Duty called. She pulled your shorts down and she tried not to look at the seven inches of hard flesh throbbing right in front of her. She grabbed your shaft, soft hand giving you that familiar taboo thrill. “Use your mouth,” you told her, and her eyes went wide. “Suck my cock, umi,” you smiled. “In prayer.”

Which of course was one of the many ways prayers could be performed as dictated by the Quran. And at your request, she would pray the way you wanted of her. Now she stared at your thick meat, gripped firmly in her hand. She leaned forward, face scrunched, and gave the head a brief kiss. She reeled back immediately, but even just the light brush of your mother’s puckered lips felt amazing. You were pretty sure now that your mother hadn’t ever given a blowjob in her life, but you had planned to be a good teacher. “Here, let me help you,” you offered generously, grabbing the back of her scarfed head and bringing her mouth to the tip of your dick. You pressed it against her face, enjoying the softness of her lips, smearing precum onto them. “Open,” you said, and realising that she wasn’t following the ritual as she had read, she complied. You slid as much cock into your mother’s mouth as she could take, which right now was about a third, but Allah be praised did it feel wonderful. She held the tip of you in there, lips tight around your shaft, and you could see she was tasting you as you felt the wetness rising as saliva got built up in her mouth. You used your hand to guide her head, showing her how she should bob on your cock, and she was very gently doing it on her own after a few seconds. “That’s it, umi,” you sighed encouragingly, looking down at this beautiful, bescarfed woman, sucking on your rod. Your mother really did look breathtaking with a cock in her mouth.

Every few seconds she would pull off your swollen member to swallow her saliva and take a breath, then returned dutifully to servicing you in her inexperienced way. She wasn’t the best at it, but there was talent there, and you were so hard and horny now you didn’t need her to be some sort of cock sucking superstar. You started to thrust a little as she gingerly slobbered on your knob, and her eyes flicked up to you, eyebrows lowering, but she adjusted and took more of your cock without complaint. She was sucking now, learning her technique while she swallowed her saliva and the heated meat of her son.

You didn’t push too far, didn’t try to cram your cock down her throat just yet, wanting to see how far your mother’s own instincts would take her. When you heard her moaning you realised your focus had almost been entirely on your mother’s beautiful face. You widened your focus and realised she had hiked up her dress while she had been blowing you, and like the properly devout muslim woman she was, began rubbing her crotch in prayer.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, your enjoyment suddenly increasing ten fold seeing your mother trying her best to enjoy herself too.

“Ahyan!” she snapped, suddenly spitting your dick out. “Don’t swear during prayers!” She glared up at you, but still had one hand stroking your spit slick cock while she rubbed her pussy with the other.

“Sorry mom,” you apologized smiling. “You’re just praying so good.” She shook her head, looked worriedly at your dick, then wrapped her lips around it again. Her tongue work was improving, taking hints for the sounds you were making, obviously taking note of your breathing and your reactions as well, until her own building pleasure started to overtake her senses.

You weren’t going to last more than a few more seconds now, the entire notion of being sucked off by your mother enough for you regardless of how quickly her technique was improving. “I’m going to cum umi, in your mouth,” you grunted, and your grabbed hold of her head, making sure she wouldn’t suddenly pull away. Her eyes were half closed as she stared up at you and you could tell she was working towards making herself cum soon. It was too much and you let loose, that feeling of thick hot goo as it rushed up through your cock making you groan. You exploded in her mouth and your mother shuddered, unable to move away with your hand clamped on her jaw. Maybe she wouldn’t want to move anyway. You didn’t care what she wanted in that moment, you just pumped shot after shot into her open mouth, bathing her tongue in your fresh cum.

You heard her gag, and your cock popped out of her lips, which you quickly painted with some final spurts. She was still holding onto the base of your cock with one hand for balance, and she started bending at the waist. At first you thought it was to retch, but you realised she was still playing with herself furiously between her legs, and when she came she cried out, throwing her head back. What a gorgeous creature you saw as she wailed in carnal release, her lips and chin dripping with your cum, her mascara slightly runny. Each time she convulsed she squeezed your cock, and when she was finally done she let go and sagged. There were a few quiet moments of mother and son just breathing. Recovering.

She looked up at you wearily, having just made herself climax while tasting your semen, swallowing most of it. “Good job,” you told her as she picked herself up, adjusting the fit of her dress as it dropped back down like a curtain to cover her tender shame and that great pair of legs. She just nodded, absently wiping her chin with one hand as she turned to make her exit.

“Good night, Ahyan,” she said quickly, then left. You looked down at your slowly flagging member, feeling the coolness of the air meeting your mother spit on your skin. It had been a good night. A good day. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.