Between Prayers

After fucking your mother, you lazed about until lunchtime. It was utterly surreal to chill on the couch in the living room as your mother bustled around the house with a pussy full of your cum. Once again fully dressed and acting once more like the woman you'd grown up with.

She even bugged you about doing your homework, chided you about playing on your phone and generally acted as if nothing had happened in the Prayer Room earlier.

The only real sign was the still clear swing of her wide, plump bottom whenever she walked past through the living room. Like her hips couldn't help but broadcast her availability as a Muslim prayer hole for her son's big cock.

After the third time she admonished you to do something constructive with your time, you decided it was about time she did something more productive with that mouth of hers.

When she left the room, you unzipped your fly and pulled your fat tool out and you idly stroked it to full hardness while browsing your favorite porn on your phone. When your mother returned to the living room, she froze at the sight of your meat. You could see her take a deep, steadying breath, and she blushed and asked, "Is Allah calling you to prayer, ahyan?"

You smiled up at her, "No Mama. I'm just jerking off," you told her.

She looked faintly scandalized and even a bit amazed, "Already? We...prayed just this morning abnay."

"Well, mama... " you said, stroking yourself, "You've been shaking that butt all morning, I've gotten... turned on."

Her flush deepened and you could tell she was pleased to hear that.

Your mother walked closer, coming around the coffee table, gaze locked on your exposed cock, "Ahyan," she chastised. "I don't mind that Allah calls you to prayer... but you can't... Umi has her duties... and..." her voice trailed off.

You smirked and spread your legs, slipping one foot off the couch so that she was basically standing between them, your hard dick wobbling in the air, "What does the Quran say about a good pious mother's jaws?" You asked, quoting one of your additions.

Your mother blinked at you and looked down, licking her lips before saying, "A mother's place is between her son's navel and knee, providing succor to his loins and pleasing him with her mouth." she recited perfectly, and you could tell she was remembering this particular addition to Islam's holy book very vividly now.

You stroked your cock in front of her, watching your mother watching you, "Isn't this where you should be, mama? " you asked softly.

There was no hesitation in your mother's posture or tone. "It is abnay. My mouth is between your loins. My jaws belong around your cock, on my knees before Allah's pillar." She said before she dropped to her knees before you.

You felt the soft weight of her cloth covered breasts press against your thighs as she got settled. It felt incredible as her fingers reached up, and you could see the reverence in her eyes as your mother wrapped those soft digits around your thick staff and lifted it up. She held it up to her lips and stared at the engorged tip.

"Allah has made you so very big," she marveled before she parted her lips and took the thick mushroom tip into her mouth. Her head still neatly wrapped in her cream hijab, she sucked on your glans, her lips distended absurdly around your thick rod.

You watched her move a bit awkwardly, clearly finding your **** size and girth challenging, as she started bobbing her head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked you into her mouth as her hands double-fisted your shaft and stroked in time with her head's motion.

You were in heaven and watched her worship you, "That's so good, mama," you told her honestly.

Your mother's mouth popped off your dick, a line of saliva joining her mouth to your cock. She looked at you with blushing cheeks and clear embarrassment in her eyes. She couldn't find any words and went back to her task, pressing her plush lips against your throbbing crown and working her tongue over the ridge.

Her inexperience and the awkwardness she was feeling were clear as she soon went back to simply sucking on your cockhead. It felt amazing though, you loved watching her work on your meat.

Your mother tried to take more and more of your enormous shaft into her mouth with every bob of her head but couldn't get past the glans without ****. You weren't surprised. You knew you were huge. Internet searches and gym class at school meant you knew that the average dick was less than half your length and width.

Still it made your curiosity about your father's size come to the forefront of your mind as you'd always sort of assumed he must have been hung since you were obviously hung. Now you wondered though.

"So, I want to know,” you asked. “Is Baba's large like mine?”

Your mother stopped sucking momentarily, your enormous crown stretching her jaws obscenely as she looked at you with puzzlement in her eyes. She slowly released your thick rod and said, "Ahyan, why are you asking about your father's...pillar?"

You shrugged, "Just wondering. It'd be pretty weird if Allah blessed only me," you said easily.

She continued to look uncomfortable even as both her hands kept up a little jacking motion on your thick rod even as she shook her hijab-wrapped head, "I don't think-"

You filled the sudden silence of her **** with your bullshit, "But doesn’t the Quran say: discussion of men and women’s genitals should be free and open between parent and child once they reach that curious age?” It hadn't, of course, not before you'd added it within an innumerable series of other perverted alterations.

Your mother sighed before admitting, "Yes, abnay it does say that. It's... Allah didn't bless your father's loins as heavily abnay. It is a fine penis, but it is not a donkey's large flesh fit for display in the streets."

Your cock jerked at the thought, "Wait, display in the streets?" You asked incredulously.

"Yes abnay, Allah's Pillar is meant to be seen and admired by all and Allah dictates that his chosen Jinchuriki will flaunt their manhood in public." Your mother explained looking almost apologetic even as she dutifully pumped your meat.

Wild amusement bubbled up within you as all of that crazy smut you'd written into the Quran rushed through your mind. All those perverted ideas and concepts that had seemed so hilarious and hot as you'd edited it. The fact that they'd somehow been magically inserted into your mother's brain and she was now acting as if they were actual holy teachings was just so hilarious and hot.

"Wait, so.... I can go naked in public?! Just whip my dick out?"

Your mother blushed fiercely but she was nodding as her hands continued to pump your meat, "Within our community, yes abnay. I wish more of America was not so Christian and so prudish and repressed, so that you could display Allah's blessing to the unbelievers. That they could see how Allah favors our sons and know Islam is the one true path to righteousness and pleasure."

"Wow." You said after a moment. "Mama, that's amazing."

You'd turned Islam into most likely the most sex-positive religion in the world and you wondered if there would be a new round of conversions now that the religion encouraged masturbation, sex, and public orgies.

Your mother's next words seemed to confirm it, "Oh abnay, I have little doubt that this great pillar of yours has inspired much lust in those girls at your school, their eyes may be blind to the word of Allah, but their loins would sing his praises."
You smirked. She was not wrong. The girls may have been ambivalent about taking you inside their tight little pussies, but they'd all been curious about your cock, eager to hold it, touch it, and in Simone's case, turn her sopping cunt into a gaping sleeve for your pleasure.

"What do you think girls at my school would say if I whipped out Allah's pillar around them, mama?" you asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear what she'd say.

"Praise Allah abnay! Inshalla, (God willing), praise to Allah! Their little hearts would race, and their panties would become drenched in their sinful need for you."

You couldn't help but grin at her certainty, and you felt your pulse quicken, "You want me to fuck them?" You couldn't believe your prudish Muslim mother had become this depraved.

Your mother smiled at you serenely, her soft lips wrapping once more around your crown as she continued to suck you off. Her answer, when she pulled away from your cock, was surprising, "Inshalla abnay, ( God willing), yes! Allah has gifted you with a pillar that can make a heathen girl worship him through her moist hole. Do you not see how the girls' eyes hunger for you, abnay? Allah dictates you will sow your seed wherever it would flourish and create converts for him."

Your grin got wider and you asked the question that had popped into your mind, "And father? Is he endowed enough for this task?"

Your mother looked uncomfortable again but spoke, "Your father has an average sized penis abnay. He is forbidden to display it publicly as he is not Allah's chosen Jinchuriki and may only sow his seed as the husband, not as a stud for repressed-pussied heathens."

"Repressed-pussied heathens?!" you asked with a laugh.

Your mother flushed at her choice of words, "I'm sorry abnay, but these Christian American women with their hairy holes and repressed sexuality disgust me abnay. It is unnatural to me that they display Allah's gifts and yet keep their genitals unkempt. Their pussies stink, their pubic hair is so rank and unseemly, I am so sure that they are so dry and unpleasant to penetrate."

Your mother's expression was one of absolute disgust as she ranted, her hands continuing to jerk your meat, "They pretend they are so moral abnay, so pure and yet they refuse to serve their sons, just their husbands and not even that, particularly well and subserviently. Allah, it offends me to no end abnay that these women are allowed to deny their natural desire to please their sons. Psah! The vast majority are fit for little more than lesser concubines for a proper Muslim stud, the idea that they should be a primary wife singularly dedicated to a husband is absurd."

You sat there shocked and amused, "Wow, mama, I had no idea you felt like this about Christian women." You replied.

She shook her hijab, "Inshalla ( God willing, ) abnay, your Quran has freed my tongue abnay to express my true beliefs and it makes me so proud that you have been gifted with Allah's Pillar to make these foolish Christians better women and proper Muslim sluts. Your good horse's penis can correct so much wrong."

She went back to sucking and jacking your cock, and you basked in your mother's praise even as you imagined an Islamification of America through Muslim male giant dicks turning their horny American girlfriends into their slutty submissive Muslim wives and concubines. It sounded insane and incredible and hot.

It wasn't hard to imagine Simone getting her black ass railed in the back of her father's car by your massive paler cock, begging Allah to make her your Muslim wife and not even realizing she was doing it. The thought made your balls ache and you felt a surge of excitement rush through you. Could you get your hands on a magic version of the Bible? Turn Simone's whole extended family into some subset of Muslim sex servants? Christianity (Hell, Judaism too, if you could rewrite the Torah) into mere adjunct religions meant to serve Muslims as concubines and worshipers?

Holy shit that sounded hot!

Hmmpph... if that were possible, you'd pervert the Hindus holy book, the Veda and make Indian women little more than sex slaves for Muslim studs. You'd twist their religion into something where Indian men were **** to accept cuckoldry and their women were trained to eagerly and hungrily service Muslim studs with their soft bodies and open wombs.

You began to cum, totally divorced from your mother's oral worship of your pillar, the idea of world Islamification via Muslim giant dicks too awesome and hot for you. You shuddered and grunted and let the feeling of ecstasy roll over you as thick ropes of cum spurted forth from your heavy balls and pumped out into your mother's mouth.

She seemed surprised by your orgasm and let out a small cry, popping off your cockhead. Her eyes widened as your white jizz splashed across her cheeks and the sides of her hijab, her eyes shut reflexively as your cream sprayed across her. Your mother quickly opened her mouth wide and took your spurting crown back within. She sucked and swallowed, the contractions of her jaws stimulating your spurting length, the tight clench of her throat drawing more of your seed into her waiting mouth.

You came in thick waves, pumping jizz into her hungry mouth, her cheeks working as she swallowed down your thick seed, her throat contracting around your glans, each draw causing a ripple of pleasure to race through you.
It felt incredible and you relished the sensation as the intense pleasure of release surged through you. Your jizz overflowed, spilling from her mouth and flowing down her chin to stain the top of her maroon dress, creating dark wet spots. Your mother continued to suck, her soft, puffy lips massaging your engorged glans and working along the sensitive underside, sucking out the last of your seed.

Your pleasure receded and the pressure in your balls lessened. Your mother slowly pulled away, and your shaft slipped from her soft mouth, a line of thick, white cum connecting her lips to your cockhead. She gasped and sucked in deep breaths, clearly out of air, her soft lips smeared with cum and her hijab splattered and dripping your jizz. Her mouth was stained with your seed, and it looked as if she'd eaten something messy.

"Abnay..." she breathed, looking at you with an amazed expression, "So very much!"

You grinned and sat back, basking in the afterglow, "That was incredible mama," you told her, enjoying the sight of her splattered hijab.

"I'm glad abnay," she said with a slight nod, "Inshalla, ( God willing) that your mother is able to provide succor and service to Allah's Pillar." She licked her lips clean, cleaning your thick spunk off her lower jaw and chin. She wiped her fingers across the wet spots on her hijab, cleaning up some of the cum there. Then your mother looked around and grabbed the tissues off the nearby end table.

You watched as she cleaned your cream off her hijab and mopped up the rest from her face. You could tell she didn't like the feel of your cum on her clothing. Her expression was one of deep discomfort and annoyance at the wet patches she couldn't seem to fully remove.

It seemed absurd and funny that your mother was more worried about the feel of your spunk than the fact that she'd just given you an absurdly sloppy blowjob in the family living room.

"Would you like to do your homework now, abnay?" your mother asked. "Or eat lunch? Umi can cook something?"

You laughed and shook your head, "Can I just sit here for a bit and play some games mama?" you asked easily. You felt incredible, full of energy and goodwill, but had no interest in actually doing anything productive.

She frowned and you saw something of your previous mother returning. "Abnay, school is important! Allah dictates you complete your homework and-"

You cut her off, quoting the latest alteration you'd made to the Quran, "The son will not be lectured on sloth and waste by his mother. If he is blessed and hung by Allah, the mother shall support her son's leisurely days, and the mother must make herself available for her son to fuck to ease his boredom."

Your mother froze and looked faintly taken aback for a moment before she nodded slowly and got up from the ground. "As Allah dictates abnay," she said dutifully. She smoothed out her dress and said, "Umi will get lunch ready abnay. Call if you need... assistance."

You watched her ass sway as she departed and smirked, "Oh mama, I need allllll the assistance."

"Inshalla ( God willing ,") your mother said without looking back, her ass still shaking, "Umi will come if Allah calls."

You laughed and turned back to your phone.

This had been the best fucking day.