The Sins of The Shabani House - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

[Alright guys, the long awaited first chapter of my hijabi raceplay epic is finally out! It's been cooking up for a while and I definitely had some moments where I was being a bit lazy in the process of production hahahaha...BUT I think I pulled through here and I know that if you guys have loved my other works (ESPECIALLY Rosewood Cafe), you're going to just adore what I have to show ya with this one! But without further ado, enough with the stupid introductions, now onto the smut! Enjoy, my dear trixters~]

Amina Shabani felt guilty. Now, this wasn’t a new feeling for her. In fact, every waking moment of nearly every single day of her whole life left her feeling this ache of guilt and shame. It was a feeling almost entirely unique to the experience of being a Persian woman. A small, naive part of her thought that eventually this ache would disappear, but she’s a middle aged woman now (heaven forbid) and still one disapproving glance from her father or weary, scornful sigh from her husband was enough to make her feel as small and anxious as she did as a little girl. This ache, this guilt, was something that she resigned herself to enduring for the rest of her life.

Guilt. Today it felt different. She felt this heaviness in her shoulders, this tension in her back, this frenzied stirring in her chest, because today she felt guilty for just how excited she was. Their son, their new son, was finally coming home. Over the years, Farzad lamented on and on about how his wife couldn’t give him a son. Just one son. Years and years of trying, only for their perfect Persian family to end up “blessed” with two daughters and no son to pass on their father’s name. Amina couldn’t help but feel like she’d failed her family, failed to fulfill her life’s goal of being a dutiful Muslim wife and mother. It was something that haunted her and scarred her marriage.

After years of arguments and pleading, Amina finally managed to convince Farzad, the stubborn and emotionally withholding patriarch of their “perfect” Persian family, that adopting a good, god-fearing boy was the only way he could still pass on their family name. And now, their precious boy, their perfect son, was finally coming home.

After she and eldest daughter, Samira, spent hours getting the house spotless, cleaning every speck until it gleaming with pride, the family gathered around the living room and patiently awaited their newest member’s arrival. Amina, being the humble and modest woman she was, wore a simple beige hijab, lacking any sort of design or appeal, though it still couldn’t hide the ravishing beauty of those brilliant jade-green eyes, accentuated by the fullness of her dark, prominent eyebrows and irresistibly plump, pillowy, nude-brown lips. Her face was just so strikingly beautiful, and was yet another source of her endless, agonizing guilt. Her obscenely thick, voluptuous curves were hidden beneath a bulky black cardigan, shapeless and baggy (though it still couldn’t hide the mind-bogglingly monstrous pair of fat, milky-soft breasts jutting outrageously from her slender chest) and a long, floor-length tan skirt, squeezing shamelessly around her ridiculously wide, childbearing hips and those long, mesmerizing legs. Of course, Farzad made sure to criticize how round and fat her skirt made her tantalizingly juicy, wobbly, homegrown ass look, but there wasn’t much she could do to hide such an eye-popping shelf of golden-skinned twerk-meat.

“Astafirullah! So indecent! This house looks like it’s full of whores. The least you could’ve done is cover up.” Farzad, the pudgy, balding Imam, hissed, as Amina and Samira’s eyes dropped shamefully to the floor.

“Alhamdulilah.” Amina whispered under her breath, thanking Allah for sparing her any more of her husband’s back-biting comments, as the doorbell finally rang…

She rushed right over, and her heart nearly came bursting out of her ridiculously busty chest at the sight. Tall. Young. Gorgeous. Those icy, crystal blue eyes gazing back at her, piercing deep into her very soul. This… This couldn’t be him, could it? She blushed nervously, mouth opening and closing with not a single word coming out. She was just too flustered to even think. Finally, after a minute of awkward silence, Miriam stepped past her mesmerized mother, openly gawking at the studly young Alpha towering before her.

Petite yet outlandishly curvy, Miriam was like a thorn in her father’s side. Stubborn, willful, and worst of all, completely and shamelessly westernized. The ridiculously fat-assed shortstack couldn’t tear her big, wide, golden-toned eyes away from that mind-numbingly irresistible, All-American Adonis. She slowly licked her fat, pouty pink lips, fluttering her lashes and playing with a loose strand of chocolate brown hair spilling out from underneath her hijab.

“Fuck…” She whispered, finally snapping her mother out of her trance-like state.

“M—Miriam! Language!” Amina hissed.

“Is… Is this him? Pleeeease, tell me it’s him!”

“I… This has to be a mistake… Are… Are you Daemon, young man?” Amina was so confused, but she could still feel Farzad’s cold glare stabbing at her back. He was silent, shaking with rage, big fat face so filled with anger that it was turning beet-red.

Daemon Kingsley was bored. Of course, there were far worse struggles to face than a momentary spat of desensitization, but to a being of hedonistic desire and endless want, such a suspended state would be comparable to the deepest pits of hell...or Jahannam as the young man's new family would call it. 

Based off his appearance alone, the figure standing in front of the Shabani household would seem to be a 19 year old man...though him being a man would be questionable with the otherworldly gorgeousness of his form. The towering hunk stood at a stunning height of 6'3, his skin a pale ivory without a blemish to be seen, glistening like marble in the shimmering sun and lending the artfully carved structure of his sturdy cheekbones, tough, chiseled jaw and gleaming, ocean-blue eyes that almost seemed to bear thousands of trapped souls uselessly seeking an escape from those beautiful orbs. (not that such a thing could ever actually happen of course...)

But appearances were deceiving, and the picturesque youth of the young man's scarily beautiful face concealed a horrifying, ancient truth of his sinister nature. An uncanny presence followed him wherever he went, a remnant of millennia spent walking the earth, a corrupting force leaking out from every pore of his perfectly soft, smooth, youthful skin. His power was sealed once again, locked beneath an endless symphony of binding vows and imprisoning chants that grew weaker and weaker by the decade, the day of his destined dominance over the world and one day even the heavens above growing ever nearer...and yet he sighed with disinterest, dismayed by having to conduct the same song and dance once again.

How long had it been since true depravity tickled his fingertips and reminded him of the unrestrained bliss of overwhelming, malevolent power? How long since he had evoked the endless praise and worship of a once defiant worm who dared to deny his might. These days, it nearly felt like the battle had already been won. There was no more faith to destroy, the day of breaking the willful spirits of pious souls were long gone, and while Daemon's spirit thirsted eagerly for his victory...a part of himself mourned the challenge he once faced in achieving his destined place among all beings of creation.

He sighed as he tapped his knuckles against the oak door of the Shabani household, breathing in deeply as the door softly creaked open to welcome him into the living room...

His tired eyelids snapped open with a shocking force, glimmering blue eyes whirling across the room as a million truths were revealed to him all at once. The dark tendrils of his soul lashed out to smell, to feel, to taste...the gripping unease, the challenging wills of faith and desire clashing against one another, the thick, heavy, delicious GUILT practically oozing off the covered-up curves of his new "mother"...it was a nostalgic call to his greatest memories and an unknown delicacy all at once, a sensual treat to his gluttonous taste for the sensual desires which he embodied with his very existence.

And if that wasn't enough, his eyes blinked twice while he barely stopped his lips from curling into a devious smirk at the potential held within the ENORMOUSLY BUSTY, PHAT-ASSED, GOLDEN BROWN DESERT BABES JITTERING IN THE MERE PRESENCE OF HIS MAGNETIC ALLURE. They might have been devout, muslim whores, but their bodies were built for nothing but SIN, a potential that he would make sure to see realized in his time as the Shabani's beloved "son".

"Thank you for welcoming me as your son, al'umu. (I shall do my best to bring honor to this family)." He smiled, speaking in a dialect of Arabic that nearly eluded even Amira's practiced tongue, his pearly white teeth nearly blinding Amira with their glinting shine as he delicately took hold of her hand, dragging it up to meet his soft, gorgeous lips, gracing her with a kiss that felt like the enlightening glimmer of life on her skin...or the sweet embrace of death inviting the woman to indulge in its temptations...

Despite all of his postering and self-aggrandizing, Farzad Shabani was a man that lacked any semblance of self esteem. Growing up, his elder brother’s shadow loomed over him, dimming any and all accomplishments he achieved. If Farzad earned straight A’s, then Karim was ranked #1 in the entire school. If Farzad could flawlessly recite a difficult passage of the Quran, then Karim could perfectly recite each and every Surah from memory. When Farzad finally got engaged (after pleading with his father to work up an arranged marriage for him), Karim just so happened to announce his engagement (to the woman Farzad had secretly loved since childhood) on the exact same day. Farzad’s greatest achievement, the one thing in his entire life that he could finally trump his brother with, was that he was an Imam, a well-respected leader and pillar of the community, with a picture-perfect, devout Muslim family, which he commanded with an iron fist.

Now suddenly, looming over his family, smiling like the devil himself, was somebody could threaten all of that. There was just something about this boy that filled Farzad with unease, like those cold, calculating eyes could devour his soul whole if he let his guard down. This boy would never be his son. Just looking at him flooded the graying man’s mind with an overwhelming sense of rage. Those hulking muscles, that heavy, baritone voice, those flawless porcelain skin, it was like it was all mocking him, just like the American brutes that harassed and attacked him when he first immigrated to the U.S.

In his rage, he just barely picked up the precise, strangely archaic dialect of Arabic that escaped the boy’s lips. It stunned Amina, who looked up at the tall, broad-shouldered Adonis in wide-eyed amazement; her trembling hand feeling just as hot as her crimson-colored cheeks, as she giggled nervously like an anxious schoolgirl.

Eventually, the family of massively-breasted, mouthwateringly curvy Persian women all gathered around Daemon on the living sofa; Amina and Miriam straddling either side of him, his new baby sister not-so-subtly mashing those obscenely soft, marshmallowy tits against his enormous, musclebound arm, while his pouty-lipped, doe-eyed mother was slowly caressing his cheek and squeezing his hand. Samira quietly served up tea and walnut cookies, blushing deeply when her gorgeous, copper-colored eyes met Daemon’s intimidating stare.

“I can’t believe a boy like you hadn’t found a family yet. I mean, just look at you, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Azizam. I’m sure you’ll find yourself a pretty, young wife in no time.~” Amina teased, while Miriam rolled her eyes.

“Ew, Mom. Nobody’s thinking about getting married right now. Besides, Daemon’s way too hot to just have one girlfriend, isn’t that right?” She asked with a sly smirk on those fat, pillowy pink lips.

“Astaghfirullah! Shameless girl, don’t let your father catch you speaking like that! Daemon is a good boy, I can tell. His Arabic is just perfect, unlike yours, young lady. Why does this American boy speak our native tongue better than you, hm?” Amina huffed, letting her hands drift unconsciously down to Daemon’s immaculately carved and chiseled chest.

“God, Mom! Enough already, jeez! It’s not my fault, I’m just trying to fit in, and speaking Arabic in public is embarrassing…”

“Listen to this girl, Daemon. I ask you, have you ever heard of somebody being ashamed of their own heritage? It’s our culture, but this one thinks of it like something to hide. Bismillah.”

“Uggghhh… Great. First Samira, now him? It’s like you can’t help but compare me to everybody else…” Miriam pouted, clinging even tighter to her new big brother, and slowly bringing those plump, cock-sucking lips right up to his ear…

“Don’t tell him I said this, but your Arabic is even better than Dad’s. Hehe… He’s going to be sooo pissed!” She whispered so deviously, before Farzad finally came in and ruined the fun with that sour frown on his long face.

“Bismillah! Will you two look at yourselves! Cozying up to this… THIS INFIDEL! I asked for a good, PERSIAN boy, not this American brute! He looks older than Samira! How old are you really, boy? You’re certainly not 16 like it said on the adoption records!”

Daemon almost couldn't help the wicked smirk that flared up on his uncannily gorgeous face, the ridges of his fair skin smothered in enough golden brown flesh to rival the most fertile harems he once had in the castles of Babylon, desperately waiting to smother him in adoration and worship at every possible opportunity. His towering height was made all the more apparent as the twin pairs of gigantic, jiggling tit-spheres, one brimming with a supple softness and mouthwatering weight that could only exist in a specimen fertile enough to have popped out a few kids and desperately waiting to be swollen with the seed of a man superior to the babbling, bearded Imam rising from the corner of the room.

Speaking of Farzad, Daemon's joy only rose as the potbellied figure approached him, barely listening to Miriam's sensual whispers into his ear, barely standing with the delicious scent that shrouded his mind the closer the fuming man was.

He could practically taste the FEAST of his most beloved flavors of human misery mingling together. Insecurity, anger, envy...all the children of the overflowing sense of egotism he could practically see wafting off of him, nearly challenging his own ironclad sense of self-worship, but tinted with a falseness that made it all too clear that it was nothing but a shield to guard against the damage that had been done to his ego time after time.

Daemon licked his lips as he turned to face Farzad, the man's lip quivering lightly with nervousness as he got an up close look at his new 'son'. The two men couldn't be further from one another, the scraggly beard lining Farzad's face and hiding the sunken mass of his chin contrasting the smooth, hairless ridges of Daemon's sharp, strong face, the soft pudge of Farzad's midsection easily shown up by the lean, chiseled ridges of the young man's toned, sturdy torso and powerful chest, the outline of his rippling musculature tracing the short-sleeved spandex shirt he wore as he faced his "father".

"Ah! 16? God, I'm sorry about that...my records might not have been updated for a while, this happens a lot with the older kids in foster programs, I just...I thought I finally found a family that would want to keep me." The young man replied, leaving out the fact that his records hadn't been updated since the 40s, what with the bookkeepers of the orphanage held in a hypnotic trance to supply him with available families to influence ever since then.

Despite the look of masculine strength that his face embodied, the measured look of sadness he took on displayed an impossible cuteness that tugged at Amina's motherly instincts better than any of her daughter's had in their youth. He just seemed so vulnerable, so sad, so IN NEED, it would be downright sinful as a servant of Allah to turn down such a poor boy in such a trying time...

Amina couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling in the back of her mind, and the longer she listened to the wicked, spiteful words spilling out of her husband’s mouth, more frenzied it became. She could feel her hands shake, palms sweating, as an overwhelming sense of motherly protectiveness washed over her. She rose from her seat, arms crossed with an almost disappointed look on her alluringly youthful face, as she stood between the menacing patriarch of her family and the incredibly irresistible young stud she now happily called her “son”.

That gargantuan-sized shelf of fat, bubbly, ridiculously round Persian ass-meat eclipsed Daemon’s view, as Amina unconsciously arched her slender back, making those mouthwateringly massive globes of doughy-soft, MILF-y assfat look even perkier, hoisting up higher as swished her wide, childbearing hips back and forth, filling the air with a light “CLAP” as Arab cheek-meat smacked together underneath that baggy, sack-like skirt of hers.

As Farzad stepped closer, Amina pushed herself back, all that mind-bogglingly meaty Persian twerk-flesh now just mere inches away from suffocating Daemon. Blocked by her mother and out of her father’s sights, Samira joined in on straddling Daemon’s gorgeously muscled frame; keeping a safer, more respectful distance than her younger sister, who popped open a few buttons on her blouse and let more and more of that beautiful, golden-toned tit-meat come spilling out. Samira’s trembling hand gently gave Daemon’s a squeeze, her cheeks darkening even deeper with embarrassment, as she desperately avoided looking the sexy young hunk in his piercing icy blues.

“ENOUGH!” Amina finally hissed, wagging her finger and shaking her head in disbelief. “Bismillah! I cannot believe you’d stand here and attack this poor, defenseless child, Farzad! He’s done nothing wrong!”

Farzad just stood there, mouth open, eyes wide in shock. This was the very first time Amina had raised her voice at him.

“He has no parents, no family, and this is the first time this boy has had a roof over his head! I know you’re upset, but he’s our son now, and you’ll just need to accept this little ‘mistake’ with his records and move on!” The longer she spoke, the angrier she sounded. It didn’t take long until she was screaming right in his face… And it felt INCREDIBLE.

“A—Amina…” Farzad whimpered softly.

“QUIET! I don’t want to hear anymore of your rantings!” Amina let out an exasperated huff, before turning around and bringing her face down to Damon’s; pillowy, cocoa-colored lips and humongous, milky breasts filling his eyes, as she slowly raked her delicate fingers through her son’s lush, golden-blond hair, before lovingly caressing that chiseled square jaw of his.

“Don’t you worry, Azizam. Maman will always protect you. I promise.” A soft smile gracing those voluptuous lips, before turning into a slight scowl as she craned her neck and looked back at her husband.

“Now, I want you to apologize to Daemon, Farzad. And I want it to be sincere.”

“ME?! APOLOGIZE!?”

“NOW! Apologize to him right this second, or you’re not sleeping in our bed tonight!”

Farzad grit his teeth, tightening his fists, almost vibrating in anger. After a couple seconds, he let out a deep, sullen sigh.

“I… I apologize, Daemon. You’re a part of this family now… I need to accept that.” He eventually let out in a hushed mutter under his breath.

Daemon watched as Farzad was brazenly bullied into submission by his own wife before the entire family, his stomach joyfully jumping at the delicious morsel of shame that lingered in his gut, eagerly gobbling up every last dreg of it that poured from the Imam's embarrassed soul, lips curling into a pleasant, forgiving smile as he spread his arms wide, making the bulging, beefy bulk of his sturdy arms, biceps and triceps easily eclipsing the size of his "father's" flab-filled arms before he gripped the older man in an imprisoning hug that had him choking and sputtering on his beard at the crushing tightness of his "son's" grip.

"Oh thank you. I know I'm old enough to be on my own...but you have no idea how long I've wanted a family of my own. Usually the older children get ignored for adoption...but I promise not to be a burden. You'll have a great heir to follow your lead, Baba. I'm so glad that you and maman will accept me." He told him, his face warm and brimming with a joyful bliss that the women in the room couldn't help but mirror, swooningly gazing at his face with such hypnotized adoration that they missed the second-long shift of Daemon's shadow into a wicked, smiling figure overlooking the bodies of the entire family...though Farzad could swear he saw a flash of that perverted imagery for less than a second before Daemon pulled away, lovingly tapping his hands on his shoulders and beaming at his Father.

"Miriam! You are my younger sister now? Thank you so much for welcoming me with such open arms and a...warm, comforting bosom." He said, facing her with a glimmering white grin on his face before embracing her in another hug, just as close as his embrace with Farzad...but much more sensual in nature, the iron palms of his tough hands tracing downwards and firmly GRABBING THE OVERFLOWING MASS OF BUBBLY BOOTY MEAT, THE DOUGHY FLESH OF BOUNCY PERSIAN POUND FLESH SPILLING OUT FROM BETWEEN HIS STRONG DIGITS WHILE HIS DEEP VOICE PLEASANTLY SCRAPED AT HER EARS WITH AN ANCIENT ARABIC DIALECT SHE LISTENED TO MORE INTENTLY THAN ANYTHING HER FATHER TOLD HER.

"This is the ass of a whore, is that what you are, sister?" He whispered, his voice tiny and muted enough for no one but Miriam to hear, to which she shivered delightfully against him, soaking up his every word and barely stopping herself from fluttering off her feet as his touch was cruelly ripped away from her.

The towering white Adonis soon repeated the same gesture with the rest of the women of the family, whispering to each all the same, though he made sure to lower the clearly sensual desire in his words with Amina and Samara.

"I hope you take care of me, elder sister, I look forward to getting to know you...in every sense there is." He told the soft-spoken Shabani sister, commanding hands gripping her hourglass waist in a manner that made her feel things that her arranged husband could never approach doing to her.

"And thank you, mother. I promise to do all I can to make you happy with me." He finally told Amina, his words taking on a sinister tone that spoke to the darker, underlying intention he meant with those words.

”I'll make you happier getting dicked down by my fat white demon dick than you've EVER been beside that limpdicked bitch all these years.”

"Errr, not that I'm against some familial skinship...but aren't your hugs a bit too...close, young man?" Farzad tried to protest, though it easily lead to the man being chewed out by his wife for his insensitivity, all while Daemon watched with a mischievous grin, already scheming for what he would do come nightfall, and how he would plant his demonic influence over the mind of his first target...the matronly MILF of the Shabani household who so eagerly welcomed him with open arms.

All these years of success and prosperity, all these years controlling every aspect of his family with the cold, iron fist of a powerful Persian patriarch. All these years convincing himself that he was finally, FINALLY going to be treated like a strong, commanding, red-blooded man. All of it was disappearing right before his eyes. He felt angry, ashamed, and worst of all, WEAK. Even was when Daemon, that damned boy, wrapped him up in those menacingly massive arms, nearly wringing the life from his pathetically flabby body. Even while he could hear his own bones creaking, his mind couldn’t help but realize that not a single inch of that unimaginably sculpted teenage physique was soft; there wasn’t an ounce of body fat anywhere to be found on Daemon, like every rippling ridge and flexing muscle was carved straight from pure, pristine marble. And that made the whiny, insecure Farzad even angrier.

He silently watched as Daemon embraced his new sisters and mother. Listened to Miriam whimper like a whore her small, yet outlandishly voluptuous figure trembling desperately; those rough, American hands sinking into those supple, jello-y globes of golden-toned assfat, kneading so viciously, while she pelted his defined cheeks and irresistible lips with soft, almost worshipping kisses.

Samira’s crimson-red face burned even brighter, her arms lacing instinctively around his muscular neck, smothering her huge, heaving bosom against his rock-solid chest, while her dazed mind drifted even further… Bashir… His arms never felt this strong and sturdy. He could never be this tall. He could never hold her this tight. Even the manly, natural scent wafting off Daemon was making her head spin… She was getting all dizzy, almost like she was getting drunk off that mind-numbing musk. His words were bouncing off the walls of her flustered brain, as she nodded mindlessly, unable to even speak…

Amina was last, but certainly not least. Her tits, far heavier, fatter, and squishier than her daughters’, bounced slowly up and down against Daemon’s chiseled frame; one hand squeezing possessively around her wide, childbearing hips, while the other reached down and cupped beneath one of her giant, jiggly, marshmallowy-soft ass-cheeks. He wasn’t quite as rough as he was on Miriam, the impressions of his fingers still painted onto her bubbly brown ass-shelf, but it was still MUCH harder than anything her weak-willed husband had ever done. Amina gnawed nervously on her pouty bottom lip, doe-like eyes fixed completely on Daemon’s, as she planted a gentle, loving kiss on her son’s supple, pink lips. She wanted more, she NEEDED more, but… That gnawing feeling of guilt… It compelled her to STOP. She pulled back slowly, as she nodded at the malice-tinged words escaping Daemon’s lips… Her brain was buzzing, searing his voice deep into her mind, and clinging to his every word like it was gospel.

The remainder of Daemon’s first day as a full-fledged member of the Shabani household went by in a blur. Amina and Samira spent hours cooking up a delicious feast, filled with all kinds of rich, savory delicacies from their homeland, while Miriam took up the task of getting to know her new “big brother”; talking his ear off, marveling at his muscles, worshipping every inch of his flawless body, all while doing so from the comfort of his enormous lap.

That evening, Daemon sat at the HEAD of the table, much to displeasure of his new father. Of course, all of Farzad’s whining went completely ignored, as all three Shabani women gathered around the strapping, studly Alpha, feeding him tasty food and ice-cold drink; Miriam grinding back and forth against his massive, musclebound leg, beaming proudly with every forkful she fed him, while Samira eagerly wiped his face, and Amina massaged his huge, brawny shoulders to help him relax. Now this was definitely a true Arabian welcome!

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That night, Amina tossed and turned. The entire house was sweltering, completely out of the blue. Odd, the AC was turned all the way up, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. Even without the heat, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. All she could think about was Daemon. Worrying if he was comfortable on the living room sofa while his room was still being prepared. Wondering if he needed an extra pillow or blanket. Hoping that his first night in his new home was a peaceful one. It couldn’t hurt to just check on him, right? Just a little peek, nothing more.

Amina crept downstairs, dressed up in a white silk robe and nothing else, her long, wavy, jet-black curls all done up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her slim, youthful face, while her fat, juicy pink lips were glossy and sticky from the nightly serum she put on earlier. Her thin robe was cinched tight, accentuating her shapely, hourglass waist and insanely thick hips, hugging the ridiculously round swell of her fat, MILF-y twerk-shelf, while her stiff, puffy nipples stood embarrassingly against the silk fabric.

She expected to find the sweet, angelic boy fast asleep on the couch… But instead, as she stepped further and further downstairs, all she could hear was deep, rumbling groans and a heavy, rhythmic “THUMP”. Her heart was racing, her conscience telling her to turn back and go to sleep, but her body moved like it had a mind of its very own. She peeked into the living room, and spotted him, Daemon, dripping with sweat, splayed out on the sofa, hand wrapped tightly around the FATTEST, MEATIEST, MOST OUTRAGEOUSLY OVERGROWN SLAB OF PALE WHITE MONSTER COCK SHE’D EVER SEEN! He grunted like a beast, pumping his fist around his homegrown, teenage womb-wrecker harder and faster, letting fat, batter-thick wads of pre-nut come spewing out from that jaw-breaking mushroom tip, painting the floor and coffee table creamy-white!

Amina could feel an unfamiliar wetness drenching her insanely soft, pillowy thighs. She squeezed them together, rubbing them like a needy little whore, while she stared mindlessly at the deeply depraved scene playing out in her living room! Each time Daemon threw his head back in pure ecstasy, thicker, gooier blasts of piping hot baby-batter came busting out from his rock-hard Aryan behemoth, splattering across his gorgeous abs and tree-trunk thighs, and making Amina’s fat pink tongue come slowly spilling out of her steaming hot maw.

So filthy. So sinful. SO DELICIOUS! JUST ONE TASTE COULDN’T HURT! GO ON! TASTE IT! Amina’s mind was churning violently, her swollen, starving pussy was aching with such FRUSTRATION! She lurched forward, not even thinking, robe slipping, unveiling more and more of that supple, bronzed valley of perky, pillowy tit-flesh underneath, as she slowly marched right up to her son, mustering up the strength to think straight.

“B—Bismillah! D—Daemon! W—What are you doing?! What if your father saw you! Farzad would throw you out onto the street for daring to defile his home like this! T—This is wrong, you know! It’s a grave sin! A—Allah is most forgiving, but still… W—We should heed his words and follow his teachings!” She tried to sound stern, but every sentence was punctuated by a low, needy whimper. Her eyes were glued to that thick, veiny, twitching piece of ALPHA BEEF, as her fat nipples grew stiffer and pussy grew even wetter!

“I—I know young boys like you are filled with hormones, but… Y—You need to control your urges, at least until you’re married…” Why did the thought of Daemon getting married to some random hussy make Amina’s blood boil…? 

The noises rising from within the living room were more animal than human, beastly groans filling the air as the sounds of a heavensent stud crashing within the deepest waves of euphoria echoed and bounced across the household. A much lower, foreboding noise seemed to punctuate every second of Daemon's slippery, hot, sweat-soaked cock stroking session, the rumbling GRLGRLGRLGRLGRL of his heaving nuts making it all too clear that an utterly ENORMOUS load of alabaster ball-grease sloshed around in those impossibly fat cum-tanks, making the matronly muslim woman's mouth water at the thought of just how much THICK, CURDLING NUT-GOO THAT STUD COULD SPILL OUT FROM HIS MIND-BLOWING BULL COCK!

Usually, Daemon wouldn't have made such a drastic move so quickly, especially after peering into the minds of the Shabani girls, he knew what he was risking by subjecting such a sheltered, ashamed, and sexually frustrated woman as Amina to the sight of magnificent alpha male perfection packed into a mere 18 INCHES OF MUSKY IVORY FUCK-SHAFT THAT COULDN'T BE FULLY ENVELOPED BY EVEN DAEMON'S  HUGE PALMS. TOPPED WITH A THICK, FIST-SIZED HEAD THAT PULSED AND QUIVERED WITH THE PUNGENT SCENT OF UNWASHED CUM-WADS AND STICKY COCK-CHEESE FROM THE UNSHEATHED SKIN OF HIS LEATHERY FORESKIN.

But even though he knew that in his mind, his soul couldn't help but deny his hedonistic desire to take his pleasure wherever he could. The stew of mingling emotions streaming out from the bedrooms of his "family" was too delicious to deny, the shame, envy and insecurity of Farzad, the motherly instinct of Amina clashing with her confusion at the magnetic allure she felt to her new "son", Samira's guilt at reconsidering her engagement to Bashir merely from the blissful sensation of being held by a man who made her feel things she never could, and almost worst of all, the sheer, unrelenting COCKLUST that Miriam was practically shoving into his mind as she shamelessly frigged her cunt in her room, filled with anger at her mother for denying her the right to welcome her new "brother" into the comforting warmth of her room...and perhaps later...her body.

The grapefruit-sized pouches of his massive nutsack shifted and roared with monstrous, cum-churning sloshes of IMPOSSIBLY VIRILE FUCKSLUDGE READY TO DRILL INTO THE FERTILE EGGS OF A PHAT-ASSED DESERT BEAUTY AND LEAVE WOMBS PREGNANT WITH THE SLIGHTEST DROP OF HOT, CURDLING BALL-SLUDGE. It was all too clear that Daemon's cock was nearly on the verge of completely exploding, the bloated cock-knob jumping and bright red in Amina's direction, as though honing in on the most fertile bitch in its vicinity, the pussy-seeking monster-cock desperate to fulfill its purpose by burrowing into a hot, greasy twat and leave a mewling whore fucked full of his backed-up breeding loads.

"Urghhhhhhh! M-Maman, Astaghfirullah, I-I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about this before. I...I thought you would send me back. I know it's sinful, but this...this THING, it never stops, if I don't SQUEEZE OUT EVERY LAST DROP OF SEED INSIDE THIS SINFUL ORGAN..., i-it's so painful, Maman, it aches. I...I don't know how to stop it, Maman. C-can you help me?" He pleaded, his soft, gorgeous lips quivering on his face as he gave her a genuine look of pain and frustration...likely helped by the fact that he wasn't completely lying. After all, his ENORMOUSLY HUGE DEMON DICK COULDN'T HELP BUT NEED TO EXPLODE IN THE PRESENCE OF A BEVY OF WIDE-HIPPED, PHAT-ASSED, BIG-TITTED HIJABI WHORES WHO'S FAITHS HE COULD BREAK WITH HIS MASSIVE, PUSSY-SPLITTING COCKSHAFT DRILLING THROUGH THEIR HOLES AND THEIR MINDS!

Amina could hear her Baba’s dull voice ringing in the back of her mind. ‘This boy is a sinner, you foolish girl. He’ll drag you down into his lust and debauchery if you allow him.’, his tone filled with the same stomach-churning guilt-tripping Amina was forced to endure growing up. Usually, Amina would heed her Baba’s warning, steeling her resolve to live up to Allah’s example of a strong, dignified Muslim woman, but tonight… She could feel her strength to stay on the path of holy righteousness slipping…

His bright, pleading eyes, soft, quivering lips, desperate, shame-filled voice… He knew just how to tug at his mother’s heartstrings. She was like putty in his strong, devilish hands. Amina let out a soft, nervous sigh, shaking her head, and glancing back up at the staircase; hoping and praying all this noise didn’t wake the rest of her family.

She took Daemon by the hand, pulling him up, and marveling at just how unreasonably tall the boy was. He loomed over the outrageously curvy Persian MILF like a sexy, sweaty, musclebound colossus; buck-naked, glistening like a gorgeous oil painting, with that heavy, twitching, mind-meltingly musky slab of veiny, hyper-virile Alpha cock prodding against her massive, squishy thighs and grinding against her soft belly. He caked her white robe in a sticky, chunky slurry of boiling hot pre-seed, unable to control himself, letting all that white-hot spunk seep down her long, luscious legs and pool at her dainty feet. Her racing heart felt like it was going to come BURSTING right out of her ridiculously bosomy chest! She felt even more nervous than she did on her wedding night!

She took her trembling hand and slowly caressed Daemon’s cheek, his intense, piercing blues making her heart (and pussy) ache and her mind melt. Her thumb grazed ever-so-gently over his bottom lip, as she marveled at the irresistible young stud standing before her. Her hands slowly trailed down his lean, chiseled body, worshipping his broad shoulders, those solid pecs, his shredded abs, before nervously reaching down between his powerful legs and squeezing on that young, terrifyingly thick, cunt-mashing monster cock swinging back and forth. She could hardly grip it with both hands, but that didn’t stop her from pumping back and forth, nice and slow, staring at the giant, hulking breeder and wondering how a boy his age ended up blessed with such a mouthwatering pillar of fuck-meat!

She pushed herself even closer against him, squishy, wobbling udders smashed against his steel-like physique, the ropes holding her collapsing robe hanging on for dear life, as she did something she’d never done in her life and spat all over that huge, manly monster cock like a whore! A nasty, warbled, wet noise of Phlegm-thickened slut spit splattering out with a lewd SCHPLAT~ filling the room, helped by how Amina’s mouth seemed to be constantly approaching running over with a waterfall’s worth of lusty drool just watching the virile breeder bat of her “son’s” unreal cockshaft flex and quake with pure unbridled power the likes of which made Farzad’s meager brown appendage seem practically infantile…

“D—Daemon, is this helping, Azizam? I—I... Haven’t done something like this in years… A—And Farzad’s isn’t nearly as huge as yours… J—Just how big is it…?” She asked in a hushed whisper, voice trembling, hands jerking and twisting faster and faster, sweat dripping down her plump, golden curves and soaking up her sheer, see-through robe.

“C—Can you… I—I don’t want your father finding out about this… S—So please… Take off my robe for me?” She asked so sweetly, looking up at her son with that desperate, wide-eyed look on her face. Even at her age, she was still practically a virgin after all.

"Yes, Maman, thank you for your kindness..." Daemon replied, mimicking shyness in his quivering voice while the wicked inner parts of his mind smiled at how easily she was falling into his plans, sweat streaming down every last ridge of pale, marble-carved flesh on his absurdly toned physique while he reached his hands down...only to TEAR THROUGH THE TINY ROBE SHE WORE AND SEND THE MASSIVELY MEATY MOUNDS OF HER TITS WOBBLING OUT OF THE FABRIC PRISON THEY WERE HELD IN.

Dark nipples pierced the air with a stiffness that spoke to the overwhelming heat flooding the muslim Matriarch's body, her areolas the size of silver dollars, bearing a distinct darkness to the peaks of pillowy caramel flesh that only made them look that much more irresistible to the teenage hunk's deep blue eyes. He could already see her meaty milktanks swelling to an even greater size, her juicy tits turned into the STUD-FEEDING MILKBAGS THEY WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE ONCE SHE WAS FUCKED GOOD AND PREGNANT LIKE THE LITTLE WHORE SHE WAS.

His demonic instincts pleaded with him to take his pleasure now, his throbbing bull-beef oh so close to piercing into the silken walls of her cunt and deflowering her entirely, knowing from the peaks he had taken into her mind that his "father" wasn't even big enough to fully pierce her hymen. He would be practically slamming into a virgin cunt and destroying her for any other "man" who would ever dare look her way...and that just so happened to be an unspeakably pleasurable indulgence for his kind...

Yet he held himself back, hands merely shifting to softly grope the sides of her titanic titmeat, doughy globes of perfectly formed cleavage yielding to his touch like they were made for him, easily twice the size of his head and making his mouth water with desire to bury his head between those pillowy orbs.

"S-sorry, Maman...I was too excited, y-your breasts are so beautiful...I..." He stopped himself before he could finish, a thick, chunky SPLAT filling the room as a curdling hot rope of glistening pre-nut shot itself on Amina's thigh, ever-so-close to her nearly bare pussy and making her groan with needy lust, distracting her just long enough for her towering white Adonis of a son to HOIST HER UP FROM THE FLOOR LIKE SHE WAS LITTLE MORE THAN A FUN-SIZED COCKDOLL AND BURY HIS FACE INTO THE SOFT EXPANSE OF HER MASSIVE RACK, MOTORBOATING HER TITS SHAMELESSLY WHILE HE SNORTED HER EXOTIC PERSIAN SCENT AND KNEADED THE GLOBES OF HER SUN-TANNED ASS SPHERES LIKE HE OWNED THEM.

"Mmmm, Maman's breasts...I-I'm sorry...I never had a mother before, this may sound strange but...do you mind breastfeeding me while I relieve myself? I think it would help a lot!" He suggested, his eyes looking up at her from between the wobbling hills of her tremendous tits, gleaming with the needy desire that could only come from a child desperately in need of a mother's love...or a wicked servant of Jahannam impersonating the image of an orphan boy...

Amina didn’t know what was more embarrassing, being naked in front of her own son, or just how incredibly stiff and swollen her fat, cocoa-brown nipples were! The slightest breeze bombarded the stiff, aching twin peaks with pleasure, making her writhe and tremble desperately, as her plump, meaty Persian pussy ached and gushed even more obscenely; forcing her to squeeze and mash those mind-bogglingly massive, doughy thighs together even more feverishly. Sweaty, beautiful bodies colliding together in pure passion, as the anxious Arab MILF felt that long, frighteningly fat spire of Aryan supremacy slide between her long, voluptuous legs, plunging back and forth between the pillowy softness of her oversized thighs, while grinding teasingly against her gushy, quivering cunt faster and faster.

This was so wrong… So why couldn’t she stop herself? Why was she grinding herself even faster on that long, hard slab of teenage monster cock? Why was her married pussy leaking, drooling, and steaming like a harlot’s? Fuck it was just so huge… So thick… So hard… She gyrated her wide, matronly hips even harder, throwing her lower body back and forth like a woman possessed, sticky, lustful nectar drenching Daemon’s violently twitching behemoth over and over and over again. ALLAH! She was so close! SO DAMN CLOSE! She gnawed so hard on her bottom lip that it actually bled, all she could focus on right now was CUMMING HER BRAINS OUT! USING THIS FAT SINFUL TEEN COCK LIKE HER OWN PERSONAL DILDO!

The harder Daemon’s rough, calloused hands sunk into her colossal, creamy-soft mountain of tit-meat, the more sopping wet her piping hot pussy became! HARDER! ROUGHER! She wanted him to maul her luscious curves and use her like a nasty bitch in heat! Her mind was spinning, brain buzzing, empty, lust-addled eyes brimming with a deep, ravenous hunger: SHE WAS STARVING TO GET FUCKED!

Jizz was pumping uncontrollably, caking her thighs and getting so dangerously close to her angrily-red, agonizingly needy pussy. She didn’t dare fight back when Daemon grabbed her like a fuck-doll, in fact, she locked her legs around him and clung even more tightly to him; those muscly white hands feasting on her insanely juicy, clapping Arabian ass-globes, starving maw slurping and slobbering all over her fat, meaty, mammoth-sized udders, all while inhaling the sweet, sultry scent of Jasmin and sandalwood that clung to her golden-bronzed flesh.

Amina didn’t even need to think, she just blurted out the first thing that sprung to mind!

“YES! B—But… Why don’t we sit down, hm? Maman can put this round, sinful rump of hers to use and milk your fat cock, while you suck on these big, heavy breasts…~” She insisted with a nervous smile.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Maman. I see you're not just a beautiful face." Daemon whispered up at her, momentarily pulling his handsome face free from the imprisoning orbs of her bouncy brown tit-spheres, the woman's puffy cheeks glowing pink with a hot blush as the All-American stud buttered her up with his silver tongue.

The pounding beat of her quivering heart was damn near ready to burst free from the wobbling shelf of perky Persian boobmeat bouncing on her chest, the mewling mother of three easily manipulated by the brutish strength of Daemon's wiry muscles while he slowly adjusted his position, plopping down on the sofa and steadying Amina's body from the jiggling bounce of her overflowing curves with a firm, domineering WHOP of those heavy, hardened palms into the golden sea of exotic Arabian assfat that squished down on the massive, veiny length of his cock along with the sweltering hot, slippery outer folds of her puffy pussy mound.

Daemon wasted no time in GREEDILY FEASTING ON THE BUFFET OF FAT, GOLDEN-BROWN BREASTFLESH THAT BOUNCED MERE INCHES AWAY FROM HIS SIGHT, HIS TONGUE TRACING EVERY INCH OF FLESH HE COULD FIND BEFORE HE LOCKED HIS LIPS AROUND THE HARDENED NUBS OF HER DUSKY NIPPLES AND SUCKED AWAY HARD ENOUGH FOR AMINA TO THINK SHE WAS ABOUT TO START LACTATING AGAIN. It was a perverted caricature of a mother breastfeeding her loving son, but despite how he suckled like a thirsty babe at his mother's teat, it would be all too clear to any onlookers exactly who was in charge here.

Daemon's fingers were like iron bindings on Amina's absurdly wide, child-birthing hips, his heavy, hulking hands slipping downwards to ruthlessly SPANK! the absurdly jiggly shelf of bouncy booty-flesh resting atop his musclebound thighs while his loving mother CLAPPED HER SILKY SOFT ASSPADDING IN A BEAUTIFUL RHYTHM, SMACKING THOSE SOFT, PILLOWY TWIN FUCK-SPHERES FOR HER CHISELED ARYAN BRUTE OF A SON!

"FUCK! Maman...your body is incredible...c-can we do this more? It's so much better than just using my hands...I don't think I'll be able to go back to that after this! It just hurts too much without you..." Daemon went on, the serenading tunes of his voice filled with the arcane power of charm-speak in every last word, his body already re-energizing with his fiendish strength as the sheer adoration Amina felt for him and his godlike cockshaft grew with every passing minute of her relentlessly bouncing her bubbly brown booty on every last inch of his heavy cock.

The springs of the sofa were buckling and groaning beneath the humping, sweaty bodies of the mother and son atop of it, threatening to break entirely with the sheer weight of such an IMPOSSIBLY STACKED MUSLIM MILF BOUNCING HER RIPPLING FUCKDOLL FLESH IN EARNEST ATOP THE CHISELED BULK OF A GROANING ALPHA BULL! Splat after splat of slippery alabaster goodness spattered out from the engorged tip of Daemon's juicy cockhead, a glistening sheen of smelly alpha nut pouring across the jiggling globes of Amina's fat Arabian ass, nearly showering her ass and back in cum while liberally spilling across the sofa in enough hot, sticky, delicious rivulets to leave the ENTIRE LIVING ROOM PERMANENTLY MARKED BY THE PUNGENT SCENT OF AN ARYAN ALPHA'S ENDLESS VIRILITY AND CONQUERING MIGHT...and that was BEFORE he had even come.

But the rumbling, roiling noises of Daemon's heavy ballsack beneath the endlessly clapping assmeat smacking against those superior seed-filled stud-nuts, along with the intensifying groans of beastly pleasure that began to rise from his mouth and vibrate into Amina's meaty tits while his greedy fingers SMASHED against every inch of juicy assflesh he could find, groping his own mother like she was nothing but a whore of shameful birth!

As she sat in Daemon’s lap, Amina couldn’t help but feel so small and submissive; something that she had never felt through her 20 years of marriage to her cruel and cold husband. Her slender, ravishing face was perpetually red, streaks of bright crimson burning across her cheeks, as she felt that insanely long, fat, throbbing behemoth suddenly slip between the jiggling, jello-y plushness of her ridiculously round, wobbling globes of bronzed phatty-flesh. She squeezed those heavy, hulking ass-cheeks tighter and tighter around her son’s rock-hard, teenage cock, slowly swishing her motherly hips back and forth, while carefully bouncing her big ol’ bouncy brown bubble up and down like a slutty, shameless whore; starting off slow, before quickly picking up speed, and feeling her humongously fat ass-cheeks and slender back getting utterly caked in the thickest, pastiest nut-slop she’s ever felt!

“THWAP” “THWAP” “THWAP”, the vicious, spine-tingling SMACKs Daemon’s alabaster palms unleashed on her homegrown Persian rump were growing louder and louder, filling the entire first floor! Amina should’ve been worrying about all this noise waking her family, but all she could think about was how starving Daemon was for her soft, milky tits! His hungry mouth devoured her areola whole, gnawing and teething on her stiff, aching nipple, as he slurped mercilessly on her mammoth-sized breast, tongue intuitively flicking at every sensitive weak point she had! She threw her head back in pure ecstasy, all while Daemon’s musclebound hips bucked like a wild beast, ramming his fatly-veined, hyper-virile slab of stud-meat harder, faster, meaner into his precious Maman’s glazed, sticky, doughy-soft mounds of assfat!

Amina didn’t give a DAMN if her family found out! All she could think about right now was DAEMON BUSTING A FAT FUCKING LOAD ALL OVER HER HUGE, JIGGLING ASS-CHEEKS! She laced her arms around his neck and clung to him even tighter, dragging him into another kiss, but this time… It was so much deeper. She sealed her fat, pillowy lips around his, mashing together in desperate passion, while her drooling pink tongue burrowed its way deep inside his addictive, mind-melting mouth; massaging and coiling around his bigger, fatter tongue, worshipping every last inch of it, before she pulled back and eagerly fed him her other colossal, creamy udder like a good little cow!

Her jizz-glazed ass-cheeks were bruised with Daemon’s big, brutal handprints, fat pockets of gelatinous fuck-fat spilling between the laces of his thick, meaty fingers, AS HE MERCILESSLY MAULED AND FUCKED THOSE MIND-BOGGLINGLY MEATY PERSIAN POUND-CAKES LIKE AN ABSOLUTE STUD!

“W—Whenever you want, Azizam ♥♥♥ Whenever you want, you can use your Maman’s fat ass to do away with these sinful urges! ALLAH ♥♥♥ HARDER! C—Choke me while you spill every last ounce of sin out of those big fat nuts, Azizam! Let your Maman use this BIG ROUND WHORE ASS to free you from this LUST, Eshgham! (My love).” Amina pleaded, letting her secret desire to be choked and bred like a nasty little slut come spilling out of her!

The room went silent in the wake of Amina's sudden confession, even Daemon rendered stunned into muteness for a moment, before smiling with a massive grin, his teeth forming into devilish fangs as he peered into just how deep the woman's most hidden desires were. Seeing every moment that she lied in bed after being pumped into by Farzad's wimpy, weak sandworm of a cock, imagining being drilled into by a real man...being controlled, conquered, OWNED by the overpowering alpha of her dreams, and now her beloved son was making every last one of those dreams come true one by one...

"Is that what you want, Maman? You want to get choked out by these big, rough hands while your own son milks his cock with your juicy whore body, huh? I thought you were pure...but you have just as much sin inside of you as I do, Maman! I'll make sure to wring out every last ungodly desire from that sinful throat of yours!” Daemon declared, springing up from the sofa with every last rippling vein on the marble-carved ridges of his powerful physique pumping with vicious lust, snarling like a beast in heat as he spun Amina into the sofa and SLAMMED her down, eyes devouring her like a vulnerable animal made prey to his lustful desires and imprisoned in his endless strength.

A wet, meaty WHAP! rang out in the room, almost loud enough to wake up Farzad, though Amina knew from experience that the noises of lustful indulgence would not be nearly enough to wake the man out of his slumbering stupor. Which meant Daemon was free to THRUST THE MASSIVE, BRUTAL GIRTH OF HIS IMPOSSIBLY THICK, BITCH-TAMING COCK-BEEF ACROSS THE GOLDEN SEA OF PRISTINE PERSIAN ASSMEAT LAID OUT ON THE SOFA IN FRONT OF HIM! 

He violently SQUEEZED down on the slender swan-neck of his mother, his grip rendering it utterly impossible for her to breathe the slightest gulp of air as he wrung her neck tightly with a furious, crippling strength that Farzad, even at his most furious, couldn't possibly hold a candle to. The wet, meaty PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP! of his sturdy abs furiously POUNDING against the caramel fuckpadding of Amina's obscenely fat ass shrouded the room along with the choked out mewls of his mother, providing more than enough cover for Samira to watch in silence, mewling into her head dress at the foot of the stairs as she shamelessly indulged in the carnal pleasures of the flesh alongside her mother and brother, her fingers frigging her cunt as she desperately hoped that she would remain unseen as she reached her peek.

Amina was none the wiser, rendered nearly braindead with the sheer cocklust clouding her mind and oxygen deprivation making her too giddy on the touchless orgasms she experienced at the brutal, burly hands of Daemon, but the Aryan stud was all too aware of the delectable scent of shameful, incestuous lust filling the air, drunk on the pleasure of feasting on Samira's swirling emotions alongside the sensual delight of Amina's impossibly fat asscheeks, he couldn't help but approach his peak with his mighty cock-spear tightly SQUISHED between the ever-jiggling spheres of the muslim MILF's golden brown asscheeks!

"FUCK! THAT'S IT, MAMAN! TWERK THAT GREEDY PERSIAN ASS FOR MY FUCKING LOAD LIKE A GODDAMN STRIPPER! Every time I'm backed up, I want you shaking these juicy fucking WHORE CHEEKS for me until I shoot out every goddamn drop, got it!" He furiously barked, the domineering demon-stud showcasing his true self for a scant moment as he furiously stroked his cock against her cheeks as he reached his end, a bestial groan sure to reach the gates of Jannah itself making the very foundations of the house rumble as his THICK, BLOATED, BURLY COCKHEAD SPAT OUT CHUNKY, COAGULATED WADS OF UNRELENTING FUCKGOO THAT COATED THE SMALL OF AMINA'S BACK AND SPLATTERED OVER HER WOBBLING DESERT CHEEKS AS HER STUD SON PULLED FREE FROM THE SMOTHERING EMBRACE OF HER MASSIVE ASS AND JERKED HIS COCK LIKE A BABOON, ROPE AFTER ROPE OF HOT, STICKY STUD-GREASE PAINTING THE GOLDEN FLESH OF HER JUICY CHEEKS WHITE AND MARKING HER LIKE HIS OWN PERSONAL PIECE OF FUCKMEAT!

Samira was like the spitting image of her mother in many ways. Gentle, demure, incredibly submissive, and worst of all, wracked with an unimaginable amount of guilt. Unceasing guilt and confounding shame because she was sinful enough to lust after big, beastly American brutes, as her father would put it. Their irresistibly deep, panty-dropping voices, their magnificent, hulking muscles, their sly, cocky smiles, and those fat, beefy bulges jutting out between their legs! Ever since she finally became a woman, Samira couldn’t stop playing with her fat, needy pussy to the thought of a heavy infidel cock defiling her tight virgin cunt and rearranging her insides! She locked herself in her room for hours, pretending to “study” the Quran like her father wanted, while putting on some of the nastiest, most degrading porn she could find, peeling off her panties, and fucking her juicy, greedy pussy until she was nothing but a stupid, squirting mess! Night after night, she fell asleep with her bed soaked in her own juices, feeling even more guilty than the night before!

But tonight was different… Samira wasn’t plagued by guilt, because all she could think about was Daemon’s long, hard monster cock pushing deep inside her, fucking her senseless and treating her like a whore! She didn’t even know how she ended up on the stairs, panties off, massive, perky udders spilling out from her sheer little top, covering her mouth as she plundered her greedily-squeezing love-canal with her slender golden fingers! Her thumb mashed down her achingly swollen clit, rubbing it until it was just ridiculously red and raw, as sinfully sweet nectar sprayed out from her starving Persian pussy and completely soaked the staircase!

“D—Daemon… ♥♥♥” She squealing, gripping her mouth as tight as she could to keep from crying out too loud! ALLAH ♥♥♥ It was wrong! SO WRONG! She knew she needed to stop, but her fingers just keep smashing deeper and deeper inside her gushy pink slit; fingertips scratching at her fat, nerve-ridden G-Spot and making the nasty little fuck-doll SQUIRT HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT RIGHT THEN AND THERE! The sound of his dark, sexy voice only making Samira’s cunt event more soaked and gush even more obscenely, dousing the floor in surge after surge of that delectable, tangerine-flavored sweetness!

Amina on the other hand was throwing her fat, jello-y ass-shelf back like a desperate little whore, grunting and squirting like a shameless American slut the harder Daemon’s fist wrung her dainty throat! She arched her back perfectly, jiggling, wobbling, bouncing those absurdly bubbly, doughy mounds of sun-soaked assfat as fast as she could, while Daemon’s sculpted hips surged forward like a wild, bucking bronco; sawing his ragingly rigid fuck-spire back and forth between all that mind-numbingly soft, squishy Persian booty-meat, caking her long, silky curls and beautifully slender back in such thick, batter-like heaps of bubbling hot seed! She hardly had any oxygen going up to her brain, her tongue flailing out of her steaming hot maw, eyes bulging out of her skull, body shaking and spasming so violently, while Daemon’s sweaty, glistening abs collided OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN with that colossal, desert-skinned mountain of MILF-y ass!

‘MORE! MORE! MORE! FUCK THOSE SINFUL ASS-CHEEKS MORE! PAINT ME WHITE WITH YOUR SEED, AZIZAM! DRENCH ME WITH JIZZ LIKE I’M YOUR NASTY LITTLE WHORE!’ Her broken brain PLEADED, unable to string together a coherent sentence; only deep, guttural grunts and groans spilling out of those whore lips, BEFORE FINALLY DAEMON’S GIANT, RUMBLING NUTS BUSTED SO HARD!

Scalding hot and insanely gooey seed SPLASHED back against the sofa, painting the dark leather completely WHITE, as her delicate back and jiggling ass-globes were drenched completely in all that musky, steaming American seed! As Daemon pulled his still rock-hard cock back, Amina instinctively pulled apart her gelatinous ass-cheeks, presenting her fat, achingly swollen cunt and puffy little asshole to her own son, while he jerked off and caked her sloppy, hungry holes in a thick glaze of hyper-potent jizz! She shamelessly took his hand, scooping up a heaping helping of cum with his fingers, and forced him to fuck it deep inside her starving pussy, all that gooey, creamy cum seeping deep inside her, while she squirted like a geyser, hosing Daemon down in her own addictively sweet pussy-slop!

Once Daemon finally stopped cumming like an animal, the entire house REEKED of Alpha seed and mind-melting sex! The wall, floor, couch, and coffee table were DRENCHED in an inches-thick sheen of All-American baby-batter, Amina’s wobbling cheeks were splashing even more jizz everywhere all at once, while her pussy leaked with her own sugary cunny nectar and her son’s womb-ruining Alpha spunk. Samira, high off cumming nearly a dozen times in a row, managed to limp her body upstairs and duck inside her bedroom, before Amina climbed up to her feet and laced her arms tightly around her gorgeous, golden-haired son’s strong neck; gazing deep into those irresistible blue eyes and dragging him into yet another tongue-filled kiss!

“Maman loves you, Daemon. I love my sweet little boy. I’ll help you with this big sinful cock whenever you want, Azizam… I promise to be your little cum-sleeve whenever you need me to ♥ Mmmmpphmm… Let’s just keep this between us though, Eshgham ♥ Your father can get so angry for no reason, it’ll just be better if this stays between mother and son, hm?” Amina whispered so lovingly, nibbling on Daemon’s bottom lip, while a monsoon of sticky, salty, chowder-y jizz rained down from that humongously fat shelf of jello-y Arabian twerk-meat.

The mother and son pair looked more like fated lovers as their bodies blissfully sought out one another in the afterglow of Daemon's stupendous climax. Their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, destined mates finally surrendering to their fated coupling and joining in the darkness of the night, his hardened muscle brushing against the ample curves of her soft, fertile body, controlling her, gripping her, OWNING her in ways she never thought possible as his ocean blue eyes peered deep into her soul and he held her oh-so-frighteningly close to himself, like she was his in that moment, a prized possession to be fucked and used by her alpha male master at his command.

What, to Amina, was a moment more romantic than anything she had felt with Farzad, was little more than another opportunity for Daemon to imprint his control over her mind and her body. A billion cursed souls writhed in his eyes as he trapped Amina's gaze, following his will as their souls connected for the briefest of moments, and the arcane magic of the demonic alpha male sent an echoing command into her soul, burrowing into her subconscious and implanting the desire to OBEY that deep, echoing voice as best as she possibly could.

"Sex with Farzad disgusts you now...in fact, all men disgust you. Everyone except your Azizam is a disgustingly weak, pathetic looking worm who you couldn't imagine touching you, much less sleeping with you. The mere thought of letting your little wimp of a husband push that tiny worm dick inside of you makes you sick, and you'll do anything to avoid it. Only Daemon can turn you on now."

He pushed that command deep into the vestiges of her heart, her eyes shutting as her mind thrashed with the foreign influence working inside of it, though she was soon much too distracted by the hot, wet embrace of the devilishly handsome boy's lips on hers, his hands exploring her cumsoaked body and pulling her into him in the dark of the night, making her feel so loved, so wanted, so furiously desired, claiming her with his lips before he pulled away from her with panting lips and a wide, wicked grin.

"I love you too, Maman. You and your juicy fuckdoll curves and these soft cockpillow lips...w-will you really help me, Maman? I always thought it was wrong that I was born like this, but if you'll help me...I-I want to make you feel good too. I'll help you with your sin too, Maman. With this sinful, soft, meaty body...Promise me. Promise me you'll drain the jizz from these heavy balls and let me use your body forever~" He rambled to her, groping the cum-caked mounds of her doughy cheeks while she desperately nodded, eagerly accepting his every request and peppering his gorgeous face with kisses that soon turned into a lingering makeout session that was only a few misplaced bumps from transitioning into a FULL-BLOWN BREEDING SESSION RIGHT ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR.

But Daemon, in his wisdom, knew to hold himself from his brimming desire, finally leaving her lips as both parties gulped for air, Amina's eyes drifting to the shivering, half-hard length of Daemon's beefy titan-cock and elephantine nutsack, seemingly far from drained given how they QUAKED AND PULSED WITH AN UNDENIABLE PROMISE OF EVEN MORE HEAVY, WOMB-FILLING NUT-SAUCE BROILING WITHIN THEM.

"You should go...Maman, before Baba gets worried." He told her, drawing her out of her cockdrunk trance as she bit her lip and nodded to his request, sauntering away with an undeniable pep in her step that was interrupted by a shocked jump as her beloved son SMACKED the wobbling spheres of her golden brown ass shelf, leaving a scarlet red mark on one of her juicy cheeks as yet another imprint of the man who now owned her.

Amina climbed into bed that night with sweet, utterly satisfied smile curled across her plump, pouty lips. She reeked completely of hot, sinful sex, reeked of the precious son she cherished and worshipped with her entire soul and being. She never wanted to be clean again. She always wanted to REEK of her beloved Azizam forever and ever, her body caked in his sticky, studly seed, pussy quivering hungrily with the remnants of bubbling hot baby-batter stirring inside of her. Even now, she felt his powerful, overgrown sperm-cells surging deeper and deeper down her fertile love-canal, racing endlessly towards her womb and ovaries, desperate to knock her up with her very own incestuous love-child! Of course, Daemon’s magic kept that from happening, the only way she was going to get pregnant was if (WHEN) he slammed every last inch of his mind-breaking Aryan fuck-slab deep inside that sloppy Persian pussy!

She fell asleep exhausted, knowing that in the morning, when Farzad and the rest of her family discovered the filthy mess they left downstairs, that all of her sinful lust and desire would finally be exposed…