Kiss her

“Turn to me, Umi,” you commanded, and your mother’s breath faltered a moment and she looked at you. Those wide eyes of surprise would never fail to give you a rise. With a begrudging compliance, knowing that enhancing each other’s pleasure visually was all part of the ‘prayer’ now, she shuffled around on her knees so that you were facing each other. Her eyes drifted down at your engorged meat as you stroked it, her own hand not really doing much in this momentary trance she was in, just covering her pussy from view. “Let us pray in union, Umi. With our lips and tongues together so that we may speak of Allah’s praises most intimately,” you suggested, paraphrasing the parts about making out you had added to the Quran.

That worried look on your mom’s face was delightful, but she nodded. There was no reason to refuse her pious son’s suggestions. It was a good idea. She should’ve been proud of you for wanting to do this. So she shuffled in closer as you did, while still vaguely trying to not get too close to your throbbing erection. Then your face was coming up to her and those big beautiful eyes were locked with yours.

“Ahyan… maybe-” she began, but you didn’t let her finish. Your mother reeled, but she couldn’t go all that far backwards, your lips meeting hers with ****. Grabbing the small of her back to hold her closer made it easier, and the feel of your steadying hand helped the woman get over the initial shock and surprise of tasting her son’s mouth and she relaxed a smidgen. Her lips were soft, and when you broke the kiss just momentarily for a breath that initial brush of mouths sent shivers through you. You kissed your mother deeply, the woman fighting with her instincts to **** herself to kiss you back, and she did so amicably, before eventually really getting into it. Your tongue slid in without any resistance, though you felt your mother’s back stiffen a little, and she let you taste her. She was tasting you too, and you noticed how she drank you in, making slight adjustments as you made out, tilting her head slightly to make sure your mouths could lock properly in between the sloppy, breathy gaps.

In one such gap you brought your hand back around her hip and you slid your fingers between her thighs, under her crotch. She didn’t even flinch. Allah was she wet. “Grab my cock, Umi,” you told her just before her hungry mouth found your lips again. It took her a second to process the words in her foggy mind but eventually she did, her searching fingers brushing your stomach then wrapping around your turgid shaft. You moaned into her mouth as she stroked you, the warm cavern that had formed between your bodies getting even hotter as mother and son played with each other.

She was drooling, your prim mother. You could feel her spit dripping down your chin, just like she was dripping down your knuckles as you fingered her needy cunt. The desire to taste those juices again were strong, but the way she was kissing you now was too good let end. Precum dribbled out of your cock from your mother’s expert exertions, those soft hands sliding up and down your length easier, her grip so perfect. Each stroke was soft luxury to your hard flesh and you could feel yourself coming to an end quickly. It was a race then, and you weren’t going to let up on the steady rhythm you were building for your mother as you finger fucked her drenched cunt.

Her moans made your lips vibrate and you felt her tilting forward, her back curling like your fingers were doing inside her wet pussy. It must have been all that pent up emotion your mother had been harboring since your first morning encounter. This soft, loving and lustful make out session was relaxing and releasing her, making her feel closer to you and closer to God. She was going to cum easily now and cum hard, if her tightening squeeze on your cock was any indication. That sound your mother made as she broke the kiss was positively angelic, a strained sort of cry as your thumb worked her clit while you continued to stroke her insides. Her forehead ground against yours, the woman needing to breathe more than she needed your tongue for these final moments of worship she let her body surrender too.

“Ahyan! Ahyaaan!”

Hearing your name moaned so lustfully by your mother, while feeling her cum on your fingers at the same time, did it for you. You grunted, hands shaking as the woman who raised you milked your hard cock for all you were worth. That she had the presence of mind to keep stroking while her own hips and legs buckled showed just how talented a woman your mother was, and you could feel your hot cum getting splashed all over the place between your bodies, all over her dress and the front of your shirt. You had less cum to unload this time though, but your pulsing cock still felt incredible as she squeezed the last dregs out from you, her forehead still against yours. She was leaning heavily on you, her body wracked with giddy exhaustion, so you sat up straight and her head fell onto your shoulder.

You gently stroked the outside of her pussy now, her warm wet vulva pressing against your palm as she came down from her climax and settled. Her breathing returned to normal and she straightened too. There was a faint smile on her face as she observed the mess that had been made. She looked at her sticky hand and your dripping creamy remnants, leaned to one side and picked up her soiled underwear. You watched her wipe your cum off on it, on any spot that wasn’t already covered and crusted from your previous load as best she could. Diligently she mopped the spots off the floor as well, and a little bit from the insides of your thigh, even dabbing at the head of your flagging penis. The cum you had splashed onto her body and clothes however she didn’t bother with cleaning.

“Good prayers,” she said, to your surprise, and you could only nod. Your eyes went wide this time when she leaned in and gave you another lingering, soft kiss on the lips, no tongue, then got up. She slipped on her panties, now with a fresh second coat of her son’s cum and turned to leave. “I’ll call you for dinner when it’s ready,” she said, sounding normal, looking satisfied.

You watched her go in silence, your lips tingling, your cock giving a twitch, then you slumped backwards onto the floor. You laid there in the prayer room with a dumb smile on your face for a while.