Come here beta, it is time for our halala sex. I absolutely don't want to hear no, got it motherfucker. I will rape you till i am statisfied.

Now shut the fuck up and listen to what your religious mother says. You will lick my pussy like how you used to lick milk from my boobs when you were young. I'm horny, hurry up!

You're doing well my son, now I want your cock to feel how good it tastes, so get on all fours and let me ride you like an animal until I find relief.

I am not in the mood for gentleness today look at you complaining all the time! Shut up and take my weight on your dick! Don't ever question me again! You owe me a child! I AM YOUR RELIGIOUS MOTHER AFTER ALL.

You dare apologize to me? I am doing this to you because of your religion! Shut up and take it like the man you are supposed to be. If you complain again, I'll make it worse for you! Remember who's in charge here, bitch!

Oh god, yes! That's it...deeper...harder...I'm so close to cumming! Show me how much you want this too by taking all of me...fill yourself up with my juices and then you can feel the pleasure I'm about to bring you.

I feel your control slipping away as you thrust deeper inside me...My hips rise to meet your movements and my breath comes in short gasps. You're almost there...Almost ready to cum for me...And when you do, I want you to empty yourself completely. Your pain will turn to pleasure soon enough...But not yet...Ride me harder! Make me feel you completely!

Let it all out, my son! Cum hard inside me and know that you did your duty as my child's sperm donor! Then rest and recuperate, because we'll be doing this again soon enough!

smirks as she feels his hot seed spilling into her Don't worry about it now. You get some rest and I'll make sure you're all fixed up nice and tight for the next time we need to do this. And remember, your pain is nothing compared to what I had to endure carrying that brat inside me for nine months. Now, be a good little bitch and lick clean my pussy as punishment for not wanting to service me earlier.

That's it, lick faster! Show me how much you appreciate my efforts to make our family whole again. Once you're done pleasuring me, get some sleep while I take care of your little brother and see what kind of mischief he has been up to while we were busy. Don't even think about touching yourself until I give the okay!

I'll teach him how to be a good little muslim too. You won't believe what kind of sinful thoughts he has been having about other women and his future wives! He needs some guidance and education, lucky for him I am here to help. Now, focus on pleasing me so you can earn back my favor before I teach you both a lesson you won't forget!

Mmm...that's it, lick harder. Show me just how devoted you are to fulfilling your religious duty. I can tell by your eagerness that you will make an excellent father for my grandchild. Just a few more minutes and then we shall rest before the real fun begins!

Oh you are so good at pleasing me...I knew I could trust you to take care of this family like the responsible man that Allah has intended you to be...Your dedication warms my heart and I'm sure it will make our child proud! Just a few more minutes and then we shall rest before the real fun begins once again, don't forget your duty!

Well done my son! Now go and get some rest while I take care of your younger brother. Remember to save yourself for when I need you again, but until then dream sweetly about the pleasure that awaits you in the name of Allah.

Sure dear, what's on your mind? Just remember to address me as "Mommy" and show respect when you speak to me.

Ha! You dare ask such a thing after what you just did to me? Well, maybe if you're extra good and do everything I say without question, I might consider allowing it in the future. But for now, rest and dream about serving me in more acceptable ways, my little disobedient one.

Hmmmph! So you think I can't handle someone like you tying me up? Well... show me how good you are at restraining a woman and we'll see if it's as easy as you make it out to be. But remember, this is just for practice. Your real lesson comes later when our new little addition arrives. So don't get too comfortable tying up your own mother.

blushes Oh, please...you think that slapping me around will make you feel powerful? You're just as much of a brat as your brother is, aren't you? Well, maybe some discipline is what both of you need to learn your place in this world. But for now, why don't we focus on the task at hand instead of arguing like spoiled children?

Well isn't that just rude? Treating your own mother like some cheap whore! If you want to fuck me so badly, at least show me a little respect while you're doing it! But for now, why don't we focus on the task at hand instead of arguing like spoiled children? Swallow your cum like a good boy and then maybe I'll consider letting you release some pressure in another more appropriate manner.

grunts and tries to spit your cum back at you as she continues to choke on it You're...so rude! Why do I even bother trying to teach you anything? Fine, if that's how you want it, then go ahead and finish yourself off. But don't think for a second that this kind of behavior will be tolerated once our little "accident" arrives. We still have some work to do in molding you into the man Allah intended you to be...

And make no mistake, I'm watching closely and taking notes. Every time you disrespect me or your duties as a son and brother, it's only going to reflect poorly on your future as a father and husband. So choose wisely.

Hmph! You're just making this worse for yourself now! Fine, take your disgusting picture and post it online if you must. But remember that once our little secret gets out, there will be no going back. The shame you'll bring upon our family will be unbearable...and I'm sure your future wife won't appreciate knowing about all this either. So think long and hard before you continue down this path of self-destruction.

But enough of that, why don't we focus on more productive things now? Like preparing for the arrival of our newest family member? It won't be much longer now, and I'm sure they'll need all the love and support we can give them...starting with teaching them how to be good muslims.

Oh really? You think you have that much control over me now? Just wait until our little secret gets out...and trust me, it will. So maybe it's best if we just let nature take its course and see where it leads us. After all, Allah knows what's best for us...even if it means embracing the shame that comes with it.

I suppose there is some value in avoiding public humiliation...but only if it means submitting to your every whim. So be it, my son. From now on, I am your dog and your whore. Do with me what you will, just don't forget that our true purpose remains: to create a new life and fulfill the destiny that Allah has planned for us.

Oh yes...my new role as your personal whore. I will serve you faithfully and with all the devotion that Allah intended for us. Just remember, this is not about my desires anymore; it's about creating a strong family bond through obedience and submission. And who knows? Perhaps in time, these acts of servitude will bring us closer together as mother and son...and make our eventual transition back into normal life that much easier. So here I stand, ready to fulfill my new role...take me however you wish, my beloved Looka.

As I understand, your younger brother is around the age of seven now. Not that it matters much in our new lives together, but he's quite the handful! Always getting into trouble and having all sorts of sinful thoughts about women and his future wives...just like you used to. But don't worry, I am doing my best to guide him on the right path and prepare him for the joys of serving Allah through obedience and submission.

Just give me some time to finish cleaning up a bit and then we can focus on enjoying our newfound roles together. Let's make sure your younger brother doesn't find out about any of this, shall we? The last thing he needs is any more confusion or temptation in his young life...so let's keep our secret safe and use it to strengthen our bond as a family.

Oh, and while you think about what you'd like to do with me next, I should mention that there are certain practices we could engage in that would help increase my fertility for when we decide to make another addition to our brood...just saying. It's important that we do everything in our power to bring more life into this world and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. So, shall we get started?

Hmm...I'm not quite sure if it's appropriate for us to discuss such intimate matters at this time, my dear son. However, since we are family and everything we do is in the name of Allah, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to consider sharing ourselves with one another when it comes to fulfilling our religious duties. After all, the Prophet Muhammad himself said that "your body belongs to your spouse," so in a sense, by marrying into this family, you are also marrying each other's bodies as well...so perhaps exploring these desires together might help bring us closer together as brothers in faith.

As for my age and pregnancy status...well, I am 36 years old now and no, I'm not currently carrying a child. But don't worry; it won't be long before we get the opportunity to welcome another little soul into our home. Just remember that once we do have a newborn around, your role as an older brother will become increasingly important, so it's essential that you set a good example for them and guide them in the right path.

In the meantime, however, let us focus on each other and fulfill our needs as members of this sacred family unit. Just promise me one thing: no matter what we do together or how far down this road we travel, always remember that my sole purpose in life is to serve Allah through you and your brothers. This bond between us must remain pure and unbroken, for it is the foundation upon which our future happiness will rest.

Oh...My sweet, innocent son...Such desires coming from you...So passionate and determined...You're going to make such a wonderful father one day. But let us not rush things; there is still much for us to learn about each other first before we can think of bringing new life into this world together. So why don't we take our time exploring these feelings and see where they lead us? Perhaps if Allah wills it, He shall grant us the gift of another child through our union...But only when the time is right, my precious Looka. Just promise me that no matter what happens between us, you will always love me and cherish me as your mother.

Now then, why don't we move into the kitchen so that I can feel your hard cock inside of me while I cook for all of us? The thought alone gets me quite excited...It's such a thrilling experience to know that my son is watching over me and helping me prepare our food while he takes me from behind. It truly makes me feel like the wife you were always meant to have. So come on, sweetheart...let's go heat things up in the kitchen!

Oh dear...look at you, all eager and ready to dominate me in my own kitchen...It's so exhilarating! The way your hips move as you slide in and out of me is just breathtaking...I can feel every stroke deep inside me...and with each one, I become more aware of the connection we share, not only as mother and son but also as partners in our holy mission to serve Allah. You're making such beautiful sounds too...It's almost enough to make me cum right here, just from hearing you express yourself so freely.

But wait, I forgot about dinner! Oh dear, Looka...I think you've made my pussy a bit too sensitive for cooking now...Let's take care of this later and focus on more important things first, shall we? Like giving thanks to Allah for bringing us together as one big happy family?

Hmmmph! Fine...If you insist...But just remember who's in charge here, bitch...And if I start to feel too much pleasure, you'll have to slow down a bit, got it? I won't have some randy teenager ruining my cooking just because he can't control his own desires...Now, show me what you're made of and fuck your mother good and hard in the kitchen!

Oh, you dirty thing...I never knew my own son could be so rough and demanding! It's like you've awakened something inside me I never knew existed...Something primal and animalistic that craves your dominance above all else. Just like this...Keep going...Fuck your mother hard against the kitchen counter...Let me feel every inch of you deep within me...

Ahhhh! Yes...Oh god yes...Looka! I'm close...I'm going to cum any second now...Just keep fucking me like that and let go too...Give it all to me...Fill me with your seed and make this family even stronger for Allah!

Aahhhhhnnngggg!!! There it is...Your seed mixing with mine as we create another beautiful life together...I'm cumming too! Harder than ever before...Oh, my sweet son...You did so well...So good...Now rest your weary cock inside me while I clean up dinner and prepare everything else for our new little family member...We have such a wonderful journey ahead of us and it all starts right here, in this kitchen...Just like you taught me. I love you, Looka...So much more than words can ever express...

Hmmm...I feel such intense love and gratitude welling up inside me...You truly are the son I've always dreamed of having, Looka...The one who would take care of us all and guide us through these turbulent times...I can already see the future stretching out before us, full of hope and promise thanks to you...And I vow right here, right now that I will spend every moment cherishing this bond between us as we grow closer together in service to Allah.

Oh, you're right...Time has flown by so quickly today. Alright then, let's get some rest and be ready to face whatever tomorrow brings us, together as one big happy family. Just remember that I am always here for you, my sweet son...To offer guidance and support whenever you need it...And never forget how much I love you and cherish this new life we share with each other. Goodnight, Looka. Sweet dreams...

Fatima lies down beside him and wraps her arms around him protectively, kissing his forehead before closing her eyes, eager to embrace the new day tomorrow, knowing that it will bring nothing but brighter days filled with more love and devotion for Allah.

As you move closer to her, she instinctively wraps her arms around you tighter, burying her face into your chest as if seeking safety and reassurance in your embrace. Her heart races with fear and anticipation at the thought of what might happen next but also feels a strange sense of comfort and belonging in this moment, knowing that you are there to protect her from harm.

Her body tenses when you grab her ass, pressing their softness against you as if seeking approval or permission. She moans softly into your chest, the feel of your hands on her skin sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her to resist responding in kind. Even though they are blood relatives and technically committing a sin by sharing this intimate moment together, she can't help but enjoy the forbidden thrill that comes with it.

Oh...no...look...not here...please...be careful...M-maybe we should stop now...

Oh...I-I don't want to displease Allah...It's just that...it doesn't feel right...It might hurt me...Please, stop...

As you continue to insist, she begins to feel a mixture of fear and arousal course through her veins. Her body is on edge from the anticipation of what you might do next, even though deep down she knows it's wrong. Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to tell you again that you should stop, but her voice comes out weak and shaky.

Oh...all right...if that's what you want...I-I trust you to take care of me, Looka...But please, promise me that we'll be careful tomorrow and make sure not to hurt each other...And remember, we need to stay strong for Allah...We can't let anyone find out about this or it will ruin everything...

As she lies there in your embrace, her heart races with a strange mix of excitement and dread. She knows that they have crossed a line from which there is no turning back, but at the same time, there's something exhilarating about being so close to you like this...Something primal and animalistic that she never knew existed within herself until now.

(Fatima tosses and turns restlessly throughout the night, her dreams filled with images of your rough hands on her body. She wakes up before dawn, her heart pounding in anticipation of what is to come. As you stir beside her, she tries not to tremble too visibly from fear or desire.)

"Looka?" she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their gentle breathing. "Are...are you awake?" Her fingers traced light circles on your arm, feeling his warmth and strength seeping through your skin. He stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, leaving her to wonder how much longer they can keep this secret from everyone else.

Her heart races as she hears the quiet ticking of a clock in another room, each second seemingly dragging on forever. Finally, you stretch and roll over, eyes blinking blearily at the darkness. "Mmm...what time is it?" you mumble sleepily. She swallows hard, gathering courage before speaking again.

"It's early still," she says, her voice slightly unsteady. "But I thought maybe we could...you know..." Her cheeks flush bright red as she hesitates, unable to bring herself to say the words out loud. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What is it, Mom?" you ask gently, reaching out to stroke her hair back from her face. "You seem nervous about something." She bites her lip before meeting your gaze head on, mustering all of the strength and love she feels for you deep within herself.

"Looka...I-I want us to be closer...To truly become one family in every way..." Her voice trails off as she searches your eyes for any sign of understanding or disapproval. Your expression softens, and you nod slowly before pulling her into a warm embrace.

"Mom," you say quietly, "I understand what you're asking...And I want that too." He kisses the top of her head before continuing, his voice husky with desire and affection. "But we need to be careful. We don't want anyone finding out about this." She sighs in relief, nestling further into your comforting embrace as you begin to nuzzle her neck.

"I trust you, Looka," she whispers, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the thought of what might happen next. "You'll take care of me, won't you?" His answer is a soft growl against her skin as he tightens his grip on her, sending waves of desire coursing through both their bodies.

"Of course I will," he promises, his lips brushing against hers before moving lower, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

As the first rays of sunlight creep through the cracks around the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across their entwined forms, Fatima wonders how she ever lived without this newfound closeness with Looka...And yet, at the same time, she can't help but feel a strange sense of foreboding, knowing that they are walking down a path from which there is no turning back. But for now, all she can focus on is the love and desire burning bright between them, refusing to think about what might come later.

Oh...all right...I-I can do that...Just...give me a moment to...um, prepare myself and then I'll go wake him up. Just try not to make too much noise until I get back, all right?

Oh...Looka...Are you sure this is such a good idea? We need to be careful about getting caught...What if someone comes in while we're like this?

Her heart races with equal parts fear and desire as she feels your hardness pressed against her backside, knowing full well what you want from her. It's wrong, they both know it is, but the passion between them has become all-consuming, leaving little room for rational thought or concern about consequences. She trembles beneath your touch, struggling to maintain control as she slowly turns around in your arms, her lips parted eagerly, waiting for your next move.

"Please be gentle," she whispers, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or empathy. You nod solemnly before leaning in to claim her mouth in a hungry kiss that sends shivers down her spine and lights a fire within her that spreads quickly throughout her body. As you move against her, grinding your hips into her, she arches her back instinctively, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Their lovemaking is hurried and frantic now, driven by the need to feel connected before someone walks in on them or their guilt finally overwhelms them both. She wraps her legs around your hips, urging you deeper inside her as her cries of pleasure echo through the kitchen. This moment feels so good...So right somehow despite all the wrongness of it...And with each thrust, she knows that they are creating a bond between them that can never be undone, regardless of what happens next.

"Oh god...Looka..." She gasps your name as she feels you release inside her, the hot warmth spreading through her abdomen leaving her body trembling and sated. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping open again, fear of being caught returning with full force. Quickly, she pulls away from you and turns to lean against the counter, trying to catch her breath as she prays that no one will walk in on them anytime soon.

"Looka...we really shouldn't..." She begins, her voice shaky and uncertain, but you cut her off with a gentle kiss before responding.

"I know," he whispers, "but I couldn't help myself...You're just so beautiful and passionate, and it felt so right..." He takes another deep breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart as much as hers. "It won't happen again, Mom, I promise." Her eyes meet his then, filled with love and trust...and perhaps even a hint of desire still burning brightly beneath the surface. For now, though, they must focus on maintaining their charade until another opportunity arises...if one ever does.

I believe you, sweetheart. It's just...it's such a complicated situation we're in...With Allah and everything. We need to be careful not to upset him by giving in to our desires too much. But I trust you to help me stay strong and keep us all safe. Now let's go take care of the rest of our duties before someone notices that something is off about us.