The Hung Midday Prayer [pt. II]

"Just relax Mama. I'm going to work it in slowly," You told her as you started rocking your hips back and forth and running your fat glans all over her opening and smearing more lube all over it.

Those were well practiced words. You'd recited them nearly every time you'd gotten between Simone's black thighs to head off her often hysterical attempts to extract promises that you would be no matter how many times you'd fucked her just the way she liked.

Muslim women were built different. They now knew what their prayer holes were for and you knew your devout mother would let you just rail her if you wanted to.

There would be time for that later. This was yours and your mother's first time together.

With that in mind, you began to work the wide, meaty head of your cock up against your mother's wet folds, easing your length into the plump lips of her sopping pussy.

Her head was down and she had returned to chanting in the traditional Islamic style.
" La ilaha ill-Allah (there is no god but Allah)"

It was a surprisingly serene and spiritual moment and your heart pounded as the slick, spongy lips parted to allow your massive tool inside.

The sound of her labored breathing and the feeling of her hot orifice pressed against your cock sent a surge of excitement racing through you. It felt incredible.

Her warm wetness engulfed your glans and your breath caught in your throat. Slowly you pushed deeper, spreading those slick inner walls with your massive girth. She was incredibly tight, the muscles in her sex squeezing down around your invading meat, clenching and unclenching in an effort to accommodate your length.

"Mama?" You breathed.

"Subhana Rabbiyal A'laa (Glory to my Lord, the Most High )!" she gasped. Your mother's tone was one of awe. Her body tensed up for a moment as you slowly **** more of your meat into that squeezing passage.

She kept praying and you kept slowly pushing inside, the head of your massive cock pushing deeper, spreading her pussy walls wide as you speared her soft depths. You looked down, holding the fleshy globes apart so you could watch as that slick, glistening slit spread around you, the thick girth of your cock driving it apart as you eased your tool inside.

You pushed forward until you had gone as deep as you could, your thick length sliding home inch by inch, the pressure incredible, squeezing down around your length, soft and wet. Your mother let out a breathy groan and her prayer chant changed.

"Allahu Akbar ( God is Great )!" your mother breathed as her orifice sucked you in deeper, swallowing your shaft in a single long, slow stroke. You let out a deep groan at the feeling, that smooth, hot passage closing around you and holding you deep within.

"La ilaha ill-Allah (there is no god but Allah)."

"P-praise… praise be to Allah." You managed to say, voice shaking, her squeezing flesh rippling along your thick girth. You held there for a moment, reveling in the sensation, the feel of your mother's warm, slick hole wrapped around your pulsing tool. It was amazing.

"Ahyan! Ahyan... You’re inside me… you’re inside your mother! You’re inside Umi! " Your mother breathed in a mixture of amazement, disbelief, and awe, her pussy clenching and releasing around you.

She sounded as if she'd never been this happy in her entire life.

Her excitement sent another jolt of excitement rushing through you. "How does that feel, Umi?"

"Your big thing, it's so… it's so big and it feels so good." Your mother moaned, rocking her hips against you, "Praise be to Allah."

You let her have a few seconds of savoring the moment then you gripped her hips, and leaned in, your lips brushing her ear, "Does your... prayer hole want to stroke out a big, fat load for Allah?"

Her voice was ragged, a deep, needy moan escaping her, "Yesss, abnay, inshalla (God willing), yes. I want it, I want your thick spear stroking my slutty pussy and spurting its white cum into my hungry womb. Please, abnay! Glorify Allah in me! I beg you!"

You started thrusting your hips in slow and deliberate movements, working the thick shaft of your rod in and out of her.

Each stroke was met by your mother's pussy as she pushed back against your shaft, grinding her thick rear-mounds into your lap, squeezing and gripping the invading tool.

You readjusted your grip, taking possession of her waist as you got up off your knees and took up an obscene squat atop your mother, straddling her big brown ass cheeks with your thighs and pumping her soft flesh as hard as you could. You watched in amazement as the smooth brown orbs bounced and rippled in front of you. You spread them apart, exposing the soaking pink slit and your own shaft pistoning in and out of it, glistening with her juices.

"Ummi..." you grunted as you continued to hammer her hole, "I'm close... you're so wet..."

Your mother just moaned in response. She'd lost the ability to form words, the **** of your thrusts making it hard to speak, much less pray. But that didn't seem to matter as the wet slap of your loins connecting drowned out the sounds of prayer.

Her slick inner flesh massaged and stroked your girth as your heavy sac swung in its familiar rhythm. The pleasure of it was incredible and your breath came out in ragged bursts.

Your balls slapped against your mother's spread cunt, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through you. Your mother's rear was so smooth and plump, that firm flesh feeling amazing as it bounced back against you. Your thrusts grew more frenzied as the pleasure built, and you began to move with abandon, your mother's ass jiggling and bouncing before you.

“Ahyan!” she wailed your name into your ear as if to remind herself who you were. “I’m… I’m going to… Ahyan…”

It was your name she wailed out as the climax swept through her. Her pussy clamped down around your cock like a velvet vise and it was just too much for your young cock. Your balls tightened, the muscles in your groin clenching as a white hot surge of pleasure coursed through you.

It felt incredible. You thrust into that squeezing cunt, driving your shaft as deep into that clinging, suckling flesh as it would go. You let out a groan and a blast of jizz surged from your thick spear. Thick white cream pumped into your mother's spasming pussy, spurting deep within that slick hole.

You groaned at the **** of your release, at the pleasure surging through you, at the sight of your thick meat pumping her soft flesh full of jizz.

You watched in fascination as her plush ass bounced and wobbled, her soft flesh rippling and undulating as your seed continued to fill her. Her breathing came in ragged bursts as her pussy continued to spasm and squeeze your shaft, milking your fat, throbbing shaft for every last drop of cream. You leaned back, pulling her thick ass up against you as your hands gripped her ample behind.

The pleasure of the release was incredible, and you gave your mother a few more powerful thrusts, making sure that the last of your cum sprayed out inside her.

Orgasm retreating, something of your usual rational mind began to reassert itself, and you couldn't believe that you'd just fucked your mother in prayer.

Well you could, but at the same time couldn't believe how incredibly hot and taboo it was. Your mind swirled with thoughts as the feeling of her soft body, her wet heat and the pressure of her soft flesh engulfing your softening meat overwhelmed your senses. The sensations were incredible, and you relished the moment, your shaft buried deep in that plump pussy.

Your cock was still stuffed inside the woman, still home in your mother. Where it belonged, according to the scriptures you'd written. It was amazing to be connected like this. It was strange and amazing. Your thick rod was pulsing inside her as the last of your jizz poured into her tight, clutching pussy.

You felt an incredible surge of accomplishment and contentment at the feel of your seed pouring deep inside your mother, your loins still tightly connected, and you relished the sensation. You were lost in the moment, basking in the sensation, in the connection, the pleasure and intimacy.

“I love you, Ahyan, my son,” she said in a husky tone, and you were a little surprised. The words were soft and intimate. She twisted to look back at you. Her eyes met yours, full of emotion.

“You’re mine, Umi,” you said, voice soft, yet strong and steady. Your eyes locked and your heart beat hard in your chest, your shaft throbbing in the tight clasp of her sex.

Eventually your cock slid out of your mother with a lewd squelch, and she moaned, her sopping lips sucking and slurping. It felt good to finally come down from that high. You collapsed backwards, sitting back on your mother's rug, your thick meat now completely spent. Your mother stayed where she was, her ass raised behind her, your cream leaking from her puffy slit and onto her thighs and prayer mat. You admired the view of her swollen lips and the white seed oozing from within for a long moment before speaking, "Are you alright, Mama?"

Your mother looked at you over her shoulder and gave you a sweet, shy smile. "I am," she said quietly. She looked away, staring at the floor before speaking again, "Inshalla, ahyan, I am. I..." she hesitated a moment, before adding, "I needed that."

There was a blush on her face but also a deep satisfaction. A serene glow emanated from your mother and she seemed so calm and content. You smiled to see it, knowing she looked that way because of you and the changes you had wrought to their relationship.

Obeying a sudden evil whim, you leaned over and reached into your discarded pants' pocket, retrieving your smartphone. Swiping it to the camera app, you quickly brought it around in front of her, aimed straight down at the dripping slit of her pussy and the mess you had made of her Prayer Mat. You clicked the shutter and watched in real time as the camera recorded and saved the lewd sight of your seed drooling out of your mother's freshly fucked pussy and her dripping cunt juices soaking the prayer mat beneath.

You attached the pic to a text message to your father and typed, "Your slutty wife fucked by her son in the Prayer Room."

It felt amazing to hit send.

The response from your father came a few minutes later. You stared in shock at the phone. The message was very simple and yet so profound: "Praise be to Allah."