Chapter 1: Introduction
Sarah Amelia who always called Sarah is a 40 year old beautiful
, charming and loving Muslim mother. She was born in Jakarta, Indonesia and raised in a modest family. She was blessed with a kind heart and soul, and this was reflected in her striking appearance. Sarah has long, midnight black hair that cascaded down her shoulders in a silken wave, secured by a delicate ivory bun. Her eyes were pools of warm cocoa, inviting, and intriguing. Her lips were full and luscious, often adorned with a soft rose blush. She maintained a petite figure, but she exuded a strong aura of femininity and grace.
Her attire consisted of an elegant hijab, which draped over her head in a soft veil, and a modest yet stylish dress that accentuated her gentle curves.
Her son, Ahmad Aditya, or Adit, shared a similar physical composition as his mother. He had a leaner build, but it was apparent that he had inherited Sarah's enchanting features. His eyes were deep pools of chestnut brown, his gaze filled with curiosity and wonder.
Sarah and Adit always have a close relationship, and they both loved spending time together. Despite her age, Sarah always tried to catch up with Adit world as teenager, They loved going to movie theater, watching music concert, going to mall or just going to cafe to enjoy cup of coffee together.
Whenever they going out together, Sarah would behave spoiled to Adit. They walked together side by side and holding hands each other, whenever they sit in theater or in a cafe Sarah not hesitate to hug Adit or laying her head
on his shoulder. Adit enjoyed every minute of it and loved to be with her mom. He felt warmth inside, especially when Sarah smile at him.
Then Sarah would asked Adit to take a selfie together then she put it on her Instagram and write a caption jokingly as a couple or a date, she wrote "
hanging out with my bae", then tagged Adit account as well. It made Adit feel a little bit awkward but also quite happy seeing his mother being playful like that. Their closeness was something Adit cherished deeply, and he knew Sarah did too. He could see that in her eyes when she stared at him, a glint of love and gratitude shining through.
One day, Ridwan went on a business trip to Kalimantan for a month, leaving Sarah and Adit behind. The two of them thought it would be a great opportunity to take a vacation.
The idea of visiting Bali, one of the most beautiful islands in Indonesia, appealed to both. It was perfect timing, since Ridwan would be away for a month; it gave them ample time to rest and rejuvenate. Besides, Bali was relatively close to Jakarta, which meant it wouldn't be a strenuous journey.
So, Sarah booked a flight for them, packed their bags, and headed off to Bali. The island was mesmerizing; it was surrounded by sparkling turquoise waters, pristine white sand beaches, and lush greenery. Everywhere you looked, there was a picture-perfect spot.
As they arrived in Bali , Sarah and Adit exchanged excited glances. They checked into a cozy beachfront villa with a breathtaking view of the ocean. The villa itself consist one bedroom with king size bed, kitchenette, living room and bathroom equip with bathtub. Inside the bedroom, there was a small balcony overlooking the sea.
They decide to choose one bedroom villa because Ridwan not here so no need extra space, beside they used to sleep together in one bed.
In their house in Jakarta, Sarah quite often fall asleep together with Adit in his bedroom or sometimes at night whenever Ridwan went for business trip, Sarah and Adit loves to watch Netflix in Adit's bed together until they fall asleep. Even oftenly Sarah that usually not wearing hijab and only wearing her satin nightgown without bra not hesitate to hug Adit tightly under blanket even though they already grown up. For Sarah sleeping close to Adit is just a normal thing and doesn't mean anything since Adit is her child, her son. So when Sarah lay her head on Adit's shoulder after watching Netflix, he didn't question it and let her stay that way.
So now in Bali, they decide to share a bed . There was nothing wrong with it; Adit was her son, after all.
After unpacking, Sarah and Adit snuggling and cuddling in the bed while enjoying the surrounding
serene beauty.
"Isn't it amazing?" Sarah whispered softly, her voice muffled by the covers. Adit nodded and held back a yawn.
"We should explore the area later tonight," suggested Sarah, her eyes sparkled gleefully.
"Sure, Mom - if you say so", replied Adit, slightly teasingly.
At the evening, Sarah asked Adit to explore the area together while finding a good restaurant for Dinner, they walked side by side along the beachfront street, hand in hand. strolling a street full of shops selling souvenirs, food stalls offering tempting aromas from different cuisine.
Then they have a romantic dinnerat a fancy seafood restaurant. They really spent the entire evening like a romantic couple instead of a family . After dinner, they wandered around the bustling city streets hand in hand, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere. Then they back to villa feeling tired but satisfied spent an evening together.
After Sarah and Adit doing, Isya prayer together, Sarah immediately change her Muslim clothes into a comfortable satin nightgown like she usually do at home. Sarah left her hijab on the bedside table before she laid herself on the bed next to Adit.
Sarah didn't wear her bra because its her daily habit before going to sleep and for her it didn't mean anything. But she is not fully aware that her son now is a grown-up man with sexual desire. At home, they often watched movies together on weekends, sometimes at night they fell asleep together, and Sarah never wore her bra while wearing her satin nightgowns. And she doesn't realize that her son , Adit, is not a kid anymore.
Adit couldn't help but notice the curve of his mother's breasts beneath her light blue nightgown. He found himself looking at her more than once, and as much as he wanted to suppress those feelings, he couldn't shake the intense attraction he felt towards her.
"Mom, I think we should go to bed—it's getting late," said Adit, trying to sound casual.
"Yes, you're right," replied Sarah, yawning softly as she hug Adit like she always done before slept with Adit since he was a child
. This time, however, the hug seemed tighter and warmer than usual. Both of them could feel their hearts pounding wildly against their chests.
"It feels so nice to be in Bali, right?" Sarah mumbled into Adit's ear while snuggling closer to him. Adit could smell the faint scent of lavender shampoo on her hair mixed with fresh salty air from the sea. He inhaled deeply, savoring the moment.
"Yeah, it does, Mom," he murmured back, tightening his hold on her waist.
Sarah shifted her position, leaning her head on top of his chest as they embraced each other under the covers. The tension between them thickened as they gazed into each other's eyes — a longing that neither of them recognized nor understood.
"What are you thinking about, Adit?" Sarah asked, breaking the silence. Her breath was warm, causing goosebumps to rise on Adit's arm.
"Nothing really, Mom," he lied, hoping he could control his erratic heartbeat. He blinked several times, swallowing nervously.
"Well, I guess we should get some sleep, huh?" he offered weakly. Sarah nodded, her eyes lingering on him for a few moments longer. She turned onto her side, facing away from him under the covers.
"Okay, goodnight, Mom," Adit whispered, his pulse racing as he closed his eyes.
Both of them could feels something strange in the air, the tension between them intensified as they lay side by side under the covers. Both Sarah and Adit actually can't sleep, they feels a strange desire stirring within their hearts. Neither of them dared to make a move, afraid of what might happen. But they brush the feeling and Thinking it was just a momentary feeling of euphoria after recently romantic evening, they finally fell asleep hugging each other until morning.
The second day in Bali, Rachma and Adit decided to explore Bali with motorcycle since they just both and it more fun. They started exploring tourist attractions in Bali such as Tanah Lot temple, Bedugul, Ubud, and spending afternoon trying coffee in Kintamani. Both of them having so much fun exploring new places. In every place they visit, Sarah would taking selfie with Adit, they laughing together, play together, it look like a real couple rather than a mother and son.
Whenever they moved from one spot to another spot with motorcycle, Adit would drive the motorcycle and Sarah would seat behind Adit and hold him tightly, wrapping her arms around Adit's waist tightly. They talked and laughed like a romantic couple during the drive and Sarah would kiss Adit cheek gently while giving him peck, whispering "Thank you, my dear".
As they spending afternoon trying coffee in Kintamani and enjoying the view of Mount
Batur, Sarah rested her head on Adit's shoulder while sipping the coffee they ordered. Adit couldn't help but admire his mother's beauty; her hijab was tied elegantly, and her cheeks glowed with a healthy tan.
As she smiled brightly at him, Adit could feel his heart skip a beat.
"You know, Adit," Sarah began softly, "Sometimes I wish time would freeze. Just so I could capture these precious moments."
She sighed wistfully, clutching his sleeve tightly. "I hope we never stop creating memories together, Adit."
He smiled softly, nodding. "Me too, Mom."
They enjoy the moment until they forgot the time, They actually must be left Kintamani before 4.00 PM because it takes two hours ride with motorcycle from Kintamani to the Villa. but now its already 6.00 PM
when they start driving back to the villa. Both of them were so tired and hungry, and they knew they were late for dinner. Sarah rested her head on Adit's back, feeling grateful for their adventurous day.
As they sped down the winding roads, the darkness enveloped them, casting eerie shadows across their path. And the rain start to pouring heavily. Their clothes starting to wet and a cold airwafted in, making Sarah shiver.
Biting her lip, Sarah wrapped her arms around Adit's waist tightly.
"Are you scared, Mom?" Adit asked worriedly, turning his head slightly to glance at her.
"Just a bit," Sarah admitted softly, pressing her forehead against his back. "I hope we can reach the villa soon."
"I think its better if we take a shelter for a while until the rain stop" Adit suggests . Sarah nods vigorously.
"Good idea. Let's find somewhere safe."
Adit stops the motorcycle in one of abandoned waroong
near rice field. Sarah gratefully stepped off the bike, shaking off the water droplets clinging to her hijab. Rain pitter-pattered against the tin roof, creating a soothing rhythm that almost lulled them into a false sense of security.
"Do you think we'll ever get back to the villa?" Sarah asked hesitantly, her fingers intertwining with Adit's.
"I'm sure we will, Mom," Adit reassured her, his grip tightening. "It's just a storm.We'll be fine," Adit assured Sarah, pulling her closer to his side. He reached out to touch her damp hair, feeling guilty for putting her in this situation. He wished he could shield her from harm, protect her from any danger lurking in the darkness.
"Let's just wait it out," Sarah whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She glanced around the warung and its abandoned, dark and no one here but the door its seems open, "Mom, maybe better if we go inside" suggest Adit seeing his mom start to shivering.
Sarah nods approvingly, clutching her hijab tight around her neck. They carefully step inside the dimly lit structure, searching for a place to sit and dry off. Their footsteps echo loudly in the empty building, creating an unsettling sensation.
Outside the rain was getting heavier and the sound of lightning was striking that made Sarah
grip Adit's hand tightly. She looks at her son and sees fear in his eyes.
"You okay, Mom?" Adit asks, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"Yes, just a bit scared," Sarah admits, smiling weakly. She pulls her hijab off and shakes, sending droplets flying everywhere. The coolness seeping through her clothing causes her nipples to harden uncomfortably, and she quickly tugs her hijab back over her head to conceal her arousal.
A flash of lightning illuminates the room, casting ominous shadows across the walls.
Seeing her mom being scared and shivered, Adit moved closer and hug her tight, he wants to
give comfort to his mom.
"Hey, don't worry, everything gonna be alright," he whispers, pressing his lips against her forehead. Sarah nestles her face into Adit's neck, taking solace in his comforting embrace. Her heart beats rapidly, and she struggles to catch her breath.
"Is it raining harder?" she manages to ask, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah, but we're safe now," Adit assures her, his fingers gently brushing through her damp hijab.
While he hug his mother tight, Adit can feels her mother blouse and her hijab is fully wet, and also her sweet fair skin face full of
raindrops. Its so hard and challenging for him to contain his desire for her, he knows that she his his mother but he can't deny that she is a woman with incredible beauty.
Sarah is trying to calm her nervous, she feels her son strong arm and warm body next to hers and she tries to distract her mind from lustful thoughts by thinking about how lucky she is to have such a wonderful son.
Hugging with the opposite sex even though they were related in a dark and abandoned warung in the middle of a rainstorm makes them both feel uneasy. The sudden urge of desire started to
stir within the pair, something they could not ignore. Sarah noticed the growing bulge in Adit's pants; her own nipples were stiffening painfully against her soaked hijab.
They locked gaze into each other for a moment, and its like something pushed Sarah to kiss her son
. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Adit moaned softly, his hands instinctively reaching out to caress her face. Sarah parted her lips slightly, allowing Adit's tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues danced passionately, entwined in a dance fueled by raw hunger.
Suddenly the situation made the pair forgot their status as mother and son. Sarah wrapped her arms around Adit's neck, arching her back as she kissed him aggressively.
They kissed passionately without saying a word,
their bodies responding instinctively to their desires.
Their hands roamed freely, touching and exploring each other's bodies, igniting a fire within them.
The storm raged outside, but inside the warung, their world revolved around one another.
The heat of their passion made the cold air no longer felt, and they immediately stripped each other naked without saying a word
. Sarah slid her fingers over Adit's abs, tracing the lines of muscle hidden beneath his shirt. With a groan, he ripped her blouse off, tossing it aside.
"I love you, Mom," whispered Adit, his eyes burning with fiery intensity.
"And I love you too, Adit," Sarah responded, running her fingers through his damp hair.
Without warning, Sarah kissed him again, deeper and more passionately than before.
Her hands roamed over his muscular chest, tearing his shirt apart as easily as if it were wet paper. Their tongues danced in sync, and their bodies melted into one another. As the storm raged outside, they lost themselves in each other, oblivious to the world around them.
"I want you, Mom," Adit breathed into her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck. "I want all of you."
Sarah whimpered softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her heart raced, and her body ached with unbearable desire.
Sarah knew she shouldn't give in but found herself unable to resist her son's passionate advances. Adit, in turn, was consumed by a wildfire of lust for his mother – an unquenchable thirst that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
They start to kiss and lick each other body,
moving lower and lower. Adit kisses Sarah's neck, leaving a trail of soft pecks that send chills down her spine. He nibbles on her collarbone, eliciting gasps of pleasure. Then, he squeeze and lick his mother small but firm breast
, sucking on her nipple with increasing fervor. Sarah cries out in ecstasy, her body quivering with pleasure.
"Oh, Adit!" she moans, arching her back as he continues to suckle her. "That feels so good."
Then both Sarah and Adit unzipping each other pants untile both of them only wearing panties inside this abandoned warung
. They undressed each other and explored their bodies with an insatiable hunger born from years of repression. Each touch, each kiss, each gasp served as fuel for their blossoming passion.
They forgot the status as a mom and her son and they forgot that they were in abandoned warung, only focus
on giving the ultimate pleasure each other.
"I can't believe this is happening," Sarah whispered hoarsely, her hands running over Adit's bare chest. "This feels so wrong, yet so right."
"Neither can I, Mom," Adit breathed, his lips brushing against her neck. "But I don't care. I want you. All of you."
The pair now fully naked, only Sarah wearing hijab atop of her head, her skin is white like
porcelain. Sarah reaches out and runs her fingertips over Adit's toned abdomen, feeling him flinch slightly at her touch. His cock throbs against her thigh, swollen and eager for release.
"Please, Mom," Adit pleads, his voice hoarse with desperation. "I need you."
Sarah nods, her heart pounding wildly. Adit pushed Sarah onto the old table and immediately fuck her from behind
. She screams in ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably. The rough wood of the table scrapes against her skin, adding to the intense sensations coursing through her veins.
"Fuck me, Adit. Harder!" she begs, her voice strained and desperate. Adit complies, thrusting deeper and faster, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her dripping pussy.
"You feel so good, Mom," he groans, his breath hot against her neck.
"Your pussy is so tight."
Sarah can't believe what she's hearing. Her own son is talking dirty to her, and it turns her on even more.
"Harder, Adit," she gasps, grinding back against him. "Make me cum."
With a guttural growl, Adit redoubles his efforts, slamming into her with a force that sends shockwaves rippling through her body. The table creaks beneath them, threatening to splinter at any moment.
its an intense image which in the middle of dark and rainy cold evening, a mother and a son
are having a passionate encounter in an abandoned warung far from the civilization. Sarah lets out a low moan and pushes back against Adit, craving more of his probing length.
Adit knows that the hijab woman who he fucking is his own mother and Sarah also fully aware the young man that still fucking her passionately is her own son but this family related pair seems
forget everything else except wanting more pleasurable contact with each other.
"God, yes, Adit," Sarah groans, her nails digging into the wooden tabletop. "I need more."
"I'll give you more, Mom," Adit promises, his voice husky with lust. "Just hold on to me."
Adit grabs Sarah's hips and starts pumping into her relentlessly, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Sarah buck her hips rhythmically
, meeting each stroke with an equal amount of force. Her hijab slips off as they continue to grind against each other, revealing her silky black hair.
"Harder, Adit," Sarah moans, her voice filled with raw desire.
The young man obliges, thrusting deeper and harder, his sweat mixing with his mother's. Their bodies collide, creating a symphony of flesh smacking against flesh. Sarah's nails dig into the table, leaving shallow grooves behind where her palms had been.
The old planks creak under the weight of their shared passion, each thrust punctuated by a loud smack against the worn surface.
"Yes, Adit," Sarah pants, her voice catching in her throat. "More. Please."
Adit grins wickedly, his grip tightening on his mother's hips. "I've got you, Mom," he growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Tell me what you want."
"I want--" Sarah pauses, panting heavily.
"I want you to come in me, Adit. Can you do that?"
"Of course, Mom," Adit says, his voice thick with lust. "I'll fill you up with my seed."
Sarah cries out in pleasure as Adit drives deeper into her, his cock throbbing with every stroke. "Oh, God, yes," she moans, her nails clawing at the table. "Fill me up, Adit. Make me yours."
Their bodies slam against the table, sweat and heat mixing together in a frenzy of passion.
Sarah arches her back, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she screams, "Yes, Adit! Yes!"
"I'm coming, Mom," Adit grunts, his muscles flexing beneath her grasp. "I'm going to fill you up."
Sarah bites her lip, her nails digging into the table as she feels her orgasm approaching. "Please, Adit," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. "Don't stop."
"I won't, Mom," Adit swears, his thrusts becoming more brutal. This pair seems to cum together
soon. Sarah felt her son's big cock pistoning in and out of her, and she reveled in the feeling of being stretched wide. His massive shaft rammed into her womb, filling her with a mixture of lust and shame.
It was taboo, dangerous, forbidden - but oh, so incredibly satisfying. Sarah arched her back, letting out a scream that echoed through the night.
"Harder, Adit!" she screamed, gripping the edge of the table. "Fuck me harder!"
Adit obliged, his hips moving with renewed vigor. He slammed into her with all his might, relishing the sounds of her screams and the feel of her tight pussy clamping down on his cock. The sight of his mother writhing beneath him sent rivulets of excitement coursing through his veins.
Adit knew he should halt, remind himself that he was making love to his mom, but instead, he let loose a guttural growl and thrust deeper, harder.
"Ah, Adit!" Sarah cried out, her nails scratching at the table as she writhed underneath him. "Yes, yes, YES!"
Each stroke sent wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through her body, overwhelming her senses. She had never felt anything quite like this, and she couldn't help but beg for more.
"Harder, Adit," she pleaded, her voice quivering with anticipation.
"I'm coming, Mom," he replied, his voice gruff with urgency. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed."
Sarah threw her head back, releasing a primal scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the small hut. The sounds of their bodies slamming against the table reverberated through the quiet night, a cacophony of pleasure and pain.
"YES!" she shouted, her fingernails digging into the hard wood. "I WANT IT ALL!"
Adit grinned, his eyes shining with delight. he fuck his mother wildly to the limit until he load up her vagina with his seed. Sarah screaming as Adit released his seed into her pussy that made her also reach her climax "
YES, ADIT! I CUMMING! FUCK ME" Sarah screams as she orgasms hard with her son inside her. Their body shook wildly when they're coming together and suddenly make the old table crack and broke, They fall into the ground as the moment of blissful climax pass. Both of them laugh on top of broken table and then realize they are totally naked and completely exhausted on top of it.
"Holy shit, Mom," Adit pants, his cock pulsating inside Sarah's pussy. "That was amazing."
"You were incredible, Adit," Sarah replies, her voice sounding weak and raspy. "I didn't know you had it in you." both of them smile to each other, their body naked full of sweat and raindrops.
. Sarah looks down at the mess they created, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm.
"I guess we both did," she replies, biting her lip nervously.
"No regrets, Mom?" Adit asks, his cock still buried inside her.
"None whatsoever," Sarah says firmly, her voice wavering slightly. "After all, we're just two consenting adults experiencing a connection. Right?"
"Right," Adit murmurs, kissing her gently on the nape of her neck.
"Two consenting adults."
They lie there, panting heavily, their sweat mingling with the remnants of the rainy evening. Sarah feels the breeze through the window, cooling the sticky film of perspiration on her skin. It dawns on her that she's lying naked in her son's arms. Yet, despite the inherent wrongness of the situation, she can't help but feel a strange sense of belonging.
"I never imagined it would end up like this," Sarah says quietly, gazing up at the ceiling.
"I mean, we're mother and son, for heaven's sake."
"I know, Mom," Adit responds, stroking her arm tenderly. "But sometimes, you just gotta follow your instincts, right?"
Sarah sighs, shifting her position so that she's facing him. "Well, I suppose that's true."
She kiss Adit gently savoring the moment
Sarah looked at her son with newfound appreciation. This young man, so full of energy and potential, had grown to become a compassionate and understanding individual. She felt proud and grateful to experience this intimate bond with him.
They keep embracing each other romantically and naked on top of the broken table, savoring the newfound connection while waiting the rain to stop.
They really don't feel shame or guilty instead
they feel very comfortable and satisfied in each other arms. After a brief silence, Sarah speaks first.
"So, Adit, tell me. Where did you learn all of those things you do to me? it seems you are experienced and it must be not your first time to having sex, right?"
Sarah said with a naughty grin that showed she was enjoying this conversation.
"What can I say, Mom?" Adit chuckled, his hands trailing along her curves. "well, you know..as a teenager I've done it with some of my girlfriend and..some prostitute" Adit chuckled shyly admitted his mischief as teenager.
Sarah replied by pinching Adit's nose gently "uuhhh, you're a naughty boy, baby...well, I acknowledge that, as a teenager , you have certain urges and exploration may have occurred. However, its not save honey, please don't do that again okay?" Sarah warns him, her voice stern but gentle. "Since now, you have me , baby. If you need to release your urges, just do it with me not with other girls or even whore, understand?" Sarah declared, her tone firm yet caring. Adit nodded, his expression a mix of relief and embarrassment. "I promise, Mom," he said softly. "No more whores or any other girls. Just you" Adit promised, looking into Sarah's eyes.
They lay there, entangled in each other's arms, their bodies glistening with sweat and rainwater. Sarah marveled at the sight of her son's naked form, his youthful vigor, and vitality.
As she traced her fingers over his chest, she thought about the transformation that had taken place between them. He was no longer the scrawny kid she used to carry on her hip; he was an adult, a man, with desires and needs that matched her own.
"You know, Mom," Adit said, breaking the silence, "I never expected us to end up like this."
"Likewise, Adit," Sarah responded, feeling a surge of warmth wash over her. "I never expected our relationship to evolve into such a profound connection. But, I am grateful for it. You know we always have a special closeness, maybe this is the reason why I always happy and want to be near you, honey"
Sarah confessed, her tone laced with tenderness. "We've always had this bond, haven't we?"
"Indeed, Mom," Adit replied, his voice softening. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
Despite the intimacy they share, they never thought it would lead to this kind of connection. But somehow, fate brought them together, bridging the gap between parent and child into something more. Sarah gazed at her son's face, her heart swelling with pride and affection.
Despite being married, Sarah always have special affection to Adit, her own son more than her husband, Ridwan. She always feels happier whenever she spent time with Adit more than the feeling she have for her husband. At first She thought that only a normal affection from a mother to her son but after this crazy night Sarah realize her affection towards Adit all this time was a hidden
desire and longing, longing for a love that she thought she could never find anywhere else. This kind of realization gave Sarah a sense of satisfaction, knowing that the most important person in her life right now -her son- is also the one who completes her.
As the rain subside, Sarah and Adit immediately get dress, luckily Sarah brought spare shirt for her and Adit in her bag after their previous clothes was torn by their lust. They go out from that dark abandoned warung and continue their journey with motorcycle back to the Villa, driving through the cold streets of Bali after rain that night. Sarah hold Adit tightly from behind, laying her hijab head into Adit's back and smiling contentedly, while Adit take control of the bike. Sarah didn't feel shame or guilt after what they done in Warung, instead she only feel complete and happy. Even though she didn't think about it, she already fell in love with her own son deep inside her heart, Adit also the same.
As they reached the. Villa, Sarah and Adit soon take a hot shower together, and under the pouring of warm water, they rekindle their sexual tension once again.
Under the shower, once again they having sex passionately , they are fucking while the water stream flow across their bodies. Adit grabbed Sarah's waist and push her body against the wall and he slide his hard cock into her, she moan loudly and clutching his shoulders. Sarah bite her lip and throw her head back, her eyes rolling back as his cock stretches her pussy wide open.
Adit's massive cock pistons in and out of her, and she revels in the feeling of being stretched wide. Sarah arched her back, letting out a primal scream that echoed through the night. Their body slapping under the warm water
of the shower, Adit kept hammering his cock into her, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. He gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her against him, his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
"uuhh, ohhh, ya Allah Adit, I'm cumming"
Sarah cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. "FUCK YES, BABY!"
Feeling her pussy tighten around his cock, Adit unleashed a roar, his semen jetting into her womb, filling her with his essence.
"OHHH, YESSS!" Sarah screamed, her knees buckling as she came, her juices spraying onto his balls. Their bodies convulsed in unison, their hearts pounding in perfect harmony.
And after take shower, even though they recently engaged in forbidden act that haram, Sarah and Adit as a Muslim keep doing a night prayer together before going to sleep. Adit lead the prayer as Imam
, and Sarah join beside him, praying to Almighty Allah for their blessings and forgiveness. While reciting the surah, Sarah silently pray for the protection of her soul and her son's, asking for guidance and strength to deal with what they done. In return, Adit praying for his mom's wellness and happiness for the rest of their lives. When they finish they hug each other tightly and smile just like a Muslim husband and wife after doing prayer.
Then they go to bed together, but there's something different for now with all the previously normal nights when they were sleeping together in their home in Jakarta. This night Sarah that like her usually habit for sleep, only wearing her satin nightgown without hijab and bra, actively boobing her head up and down giving Adit a blowjob. Sarah sucking Adit's cock passionately while Adit laying down
on his back, resting his head on the pillow. Sarah was using both hands to fondle his balls, squeezing and massaging them gently. Adit was enjoying every second of it, watching his mom's pretty head bob up and down.
"Mom," Adit groaned, grabbing the sheets. "I'm gonna cum soon."
"Good," Sarah muttered, her lips wrapped around his cock tighter.
As much as she loved the sensation of his cock in her mouth, she wanted him inside her. Sarah stopped sucking and climbed over him, straddling his lap.
She took his pulsing cock in her hand and guided it towards her entrance under her satin nightgown. Adit watched her intently, his pulse quickening as he saw his mother's arousal.
"I want you inside me, Adit," Sarah whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Adit couldn't resist. He grasped her hips and pulled her down onto him, his cock slipping easily into her wet pussy.
"Ah," Sarah moaned, rocking her hips slowly. "You feel so good."
Adit thrust upwards, meeting her movements with matching intensity. Sarah that still worn her satin nightgown
wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. She whimpered softly, her face flushed with pleasure.
"I love you, Mom," Adit panted, his eyes locked on hers.
"I love you too, baby," Sarah managed to reply through her mounting arousal.
As they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat beneath the covers, Sarah couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer power of their connection. It was an intoxicating mix of lust, passion, and love that transcended any boundaries or expectations.
As Sarah continued to ride Adit, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, she could feel the pressure building within her. Her breathing became heavy, and her grip on his shoulders tightened with anticipation.
"Oh, Adit," she moaned, "I'm almost there."
He nodded, his gaze locked on her beautiful face. "Me too, Mom."
She smiled, the corners of her lips curving upward seductively. "Let's cum together, baby."
In response, Adit thrust up into her harder, his cock hitting her deepest spot.
Sarah shrieked, her eyes rolling back as she lost herself in the ecstasy of their forbidden union. As the pair reach their climax together, they kiss passionately to expressing the sudden release
of intense built-up tension. With a deafening shout, Sarah climaxes, her vaginal walls spasming around Adit's cock, triggering his ejaculation. They collapse onto the mattress, panting heavily, their skin damp with sweat.
They just take a rest for a while and they spent the night expressing their newfound feeling by having sex a long the night
They keep exploring each other's bodies, discovering new erogenous zones and fantasies that neither of them thought possible. Adit's stamina match with Sarah 's hunger for pleasure, and they seem to feed of each other's passion, making them both wildest dream come true.
Even though they aware that they are family related as a mom and her adult son but they embrace their feelings without hesitation. They agreed even though they are a mom and son but they freely to express their love by having sex together. They know it's wrong but they decide to break the rules because they cannot deny their attraction towards each other.
Along the night , Sarah and Adit explore each other's bodies with fiery passion and insatiable hunger. Sarah's satin nightgown slides effortlessly from her body, revealing her luscious curves and inviting Adit deep into her sensual world. They switched from one position
to another, losing themselves in the throes of passion. The air thickens with their sweat and musk, fueling their fervent desires. Along the night, they cumming countless time together
Adit, unable to contain his raging erection, plunges into Sarah's welcoming embrace. They shift positions seamlessly, trading places to satisfy their burning carnal cravings.
Their final orgasm finally come as the alarm sounds from Sarah phone ringing a sound of Adzan which indicating the morning call, signaling that dawn has arrived. The couple that still in doggy style position reach the final climax together, Sarah screaming her last last loud orgasm "UUUHH YESS HONEY GIVE ME YOUR SEED, PLEASE, MORE!" as the Adzan echoing in the background. And as Sarah begging for more, Adit give his mother what she asked for, Adit shoot his sperm inside Sarah's womb again, filled it with his cum, they cum together in synchronized orgasm. After that, the couple lay on the bed, trying to catch their breaths and regain their composure.
"Wow," Sarah whispers, feeling Adit's weight on her back.
"We really went at it all night."
"Couldn't resist, Mom," Adit replies, his voice husky with exhaustion. "I mean, look at you."
Sarah laughs, the sound muffled by the pillows. "Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself."
The couple lies in silence for a few moments. It's a stark contrast to the passionate screams and moans that filled the room just minutes ago.
Now, all that remains is the lingering scent of sex and sweat, and the memory of the raw, primal passion they shared.
Even though they both tired after their sex marathon, they get to manage to keep doing a morning prayer, Sarah said to Adit "
Honey, it's morning time, wake up, lets do our fajr prayers together" Sarah smiled and pull Adit's arm to wake up, Both of them even though they just having a haram carnal desire, they
try to maintain their faith by doing a morning prayer.
"Alright, Mom," Adit mumbled, his voice thick with sleepy. Sarah helped him sit up, and they began to pray side by side. As they finished reciting the verses, Sarah noticed that Adit's cock was rock hard, poking against her thigh. She blushed, quickly sitting up straight, pretending not to notice.
After finishing their prayer, Sarah and Adit embraced each other, their bodies still reeking of sweat and sex.
Despite the late hour, they knew they needed to rest.
"Baby," Sarah whispered, running her fingers through Adit's damp hair, "we should probably get some sleep."
"Mom," Adit replied, nestling closer to her, "this has been the best night of my life."
"Really?" Sarah teased, tugging playfully at his hair. "Just wait, there's plenty more where that came from."
Adit laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. And not long after they fall asleep, entwined in each other's arms.