“Peer Shaheb” approved fucking the stepson

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I had lot of dream with Zamal. We will get married when Zamal will get a suitable job after finishing his education. He was brother-in-law of my elder sister. We had fallen in love for 3 years. I had have sex only with Zamal. We used to have sex whenever we got chance. 

After couple of days of our love, he first fucked my virgin pussy. Once, he came our home and nobody was at home that time. As it was not very easy to be together close, we were excited. We were hugging and kissing each other. He was crashing my tiny tits over my kameez. I was enjoying too much and then he took my kameez off. He started sucking my small nipples. I was an inexpressible feeling and I felt faint. Zamal untied my pajama. This time I felt nervous. ‘Behai (Bengeli name of relation), don’t do this. This is forbidden and I’m feeling afraid’. ‘Don’t worry, Behain (Bengeli name of relation). We are going to have our greatest pleasure in human life. As we both love each other, so this is usual. Thanks God, he gave us this opportunity’. He did not give me that much chance to resist and took some Vaseline on his cock head. He placed his cock head on my tight pussy and pushed slowly. It was an extreme pain first but after a few ups and downs, I started feeling pleasure. He was fucking me with a steady rhythm. Now it became easy that I already had some pre cum which made my tight pussy hole slippery. When I got the first orgasm in my life, I could not express that. ‘Oh, Beai......., my lovely behai... fuck me hard, fuck hard............... kill me with your bamboooooooooooo. Oh fuck, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, my behai........fuck fuck.........’ It was around ten minutes that we fucked. I got four orgasms by him and the final one we had together.

I felt that after that fucking session, we became more close to each other with some commitment and obligations. We used our every chance of fucking. During the 3 years, fortunately we enjoyed 3/4 whole night fucking. But my fortune did not favor me much.

I was born in a poor village family of Bangladesh. My father arranged my marriage with a “Peer Shaheb” old-rich-religious leader who was 75 years old; even older than my father. I did not have any chance to have opinion but only to follow my father’s order because Zamal was still student then. My father’s belief was if I can satisfy him with my service, I will certainly get the “ticket of the heaven.”

Subsequently, my marriage ceremony ended and I was taken to my husband’s house. My husband had three wives and I was the forth. All of those three lived in the same house. Those ladies received me in their house and advised me to dedicate myself to the services of our husband. In the first night, my husband did not talk too much but much active with his sexual action. He cruelly fucked me six times that night with his huge cock. I had never imagined that this size’s cock a man can have. It was more than double of Zamal’s cock. Though he fucked me six times but he could not lust for more than two minutes at a time. He even did not ask about my pleasure. It became a routine to me that he pushed his monster into my pussy and after few strokes releases a huge load inside of. However, sometime he kissed my nipples but not always. Days started passing. 

Gradually I found that he do not do sex his first wife as she was so old and her age was around sixty. I also had never seen his fucking with second wife. She was around 50. He used to have some occasional sex with his third wife. Some days later, I surprisingly discovered that his second wife is regularly fucked by one young house servant allover the night. His third wife engaged with one young house maid and enjoying lesbian sex. And my husband used to have sex in daytime with house maids. It was unknown to me that these are the norms of a fundamentalist leader’s house. My frustration increased and I became crazy to have an orgasm. His second wife offered me to have sex with the servant but I did not have the brave. I started occasional masturbating with candle when I felt too hungry.

Zabbar was the son of his second wife just turned into 12th class of Madrasah (religious educational institute). Very polite boy and respected me too much. He called me mom as per norm of that house. Wives of my husband were allowed to visit their father’s house once a year and for two week. This year all of those three left at the same time. They requested me to take care of “Peer Shaheb” and look after everything. My husband told that after return of them I could visit my father’s house. Meanwhile, my husband left for 3 days for attending a religious conference to another district. He also told that Zabbar will take care of mine. I became dire. I must have sex with Zabbar. II will no longer keep me hungry.

I gave some extra attention to Zabbar. In the evening I went to his room when he was reading. I enquired of his study. He replied that it was going fine. I kept the middle button of my blouse open with no bra underneath (bra is strictly forbidden within that family) and my sharee bit looser. I served his dinner and after that I finished my dinner. Then I asked him to come at my bedroom. He shyly came and sat one side of the cot. ‘Baby, can you please sleep in this room tonight because I might be afraid in the night’. He was bit hesitant ‘I rather sleep in front of your bedroom door mom’. I realized the reason of his fear. ‘But baby I am your mom, not I?’ ‘Yap, mom but servants can create some rumor’. ‘Okay then you sleep in your room but I will call you if anything wrong here’. ‘That’s good mom’. ‘My honey baby’ I kissed her forehead. Zabbar got ashamed and left for own room.

At around 01:00 night, I came out from my room and checked whether all servants are slept or not. I found that all are in deep sleep. I slowly moved to Zabbar’s room and knocked on the door. I realized that he did not sleep. Instantly he came out. I signaled him to keep quite and to follow me. We came to my bedroom and locked the door. ‘Be easy honey, seat relaxed’. ‘Okay mom’. ‘Actually honey I am not feeling sleepy, thus I called you to have some chat. Are you feeling sleepy, baby’? ‘No mom, you can chat’. ‘Honey, the topic of my chatting may be embarrassing to you but as you are adult, so you should frank with me’. ‘Well, please start’. ‘Honey would you mind if I ask something your own mom’s sexual venture with the servant? How longer she is having sex with the servant?’ ‘Okay mom, I’ll let you know. dad has not fucking my mom since he married our third mom. It was about six years back. Mom had been engaged with servants for last five years. Earlier there was another servant but she had been having sex with this guy for last two years.’ ‘Don’t your dad know this’? ‘He knows everything, but his condition is not to have any sexual adventure outside of home’. Zabbar automatically answered my thought question before asking. I sat close to him and one of my breasts touched his back. I placed one hand on his neck. ‘Do you know why your mom has to sex with guys’? ‘Yes, I can realize’. ‘Do you know honey your dad even is not capable to satisfy a woman’? ‘Yeah mom’. ‘How do you know baby’? ‘Please say’. ‘Please don’t get angry mom. I used to peep in your bedroom’. I suddenly hugged him with my chest strongly. ‘Please do something for me baby, please do. I beg your grace honey. Please have me.’ ‘Sorry momma, this is not fare at all’. ‘Don’t leave me honey. I’ll die’. I felt that his cock getting erected but he was in obvious doubt. ‘Is it fare when you mom is fucking the servants, when your dad fucking the maids, is it fare baby? Why I won’t have right to have pleasure’? ‘I can feel your problem but I should not do anything with you as you are my mom’. ‘If a son can’t make his mom happy, who else can do it’? I again felt that me medicine started action. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and set his one palm on one of my beautiful tight breasts and started kissing his lips. ‘Come on baby, have your young momma, come on’. He started rubbing my tits and I pulled his head down on my tits, ‘suck hon, suck long’. Zabbar placed his lips on my nipple and started sucking my tits. 

I was going to heaven indeed. I untied his lungee and grabbed his cock. What a cock! Like father like son. A huge monster. Already pre cum is coming out from his cock. I rubbed his cock nicely. Meanwhile my pussy became full of juice and it started licking over my thighs. I folded my sharee over my belly and opened my young pussy. ‘Come on honey, have your little momma.’ ‘Mom, I had never done it’. ‘Keep trying honey’ I told with a naughty smile. He started pushing his cock once on my belly, once on thigh, once on ass. I laughed seeing his works and grabbed his monster and placed on my pussy lips. ‘Enter it inside honey’. He gave a big push. ‘Not like that honey. Do slowly up and down’. He again started doing as my advice and I started movement to enjoy his every stroke and keep him excited too. I was pushing up my butts. At the same time he was sucking my tits which were making me more excited. I was grabbing his head, back, butt with pleasure. After some pump, I felt like earthquake. I felt I am near to orgasm. ‘Pump first my baby, fuck your momma with full of your energy, fuck baby, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee my boy, I’m going to come boy’. ‘Oh momma, take your pleasure, my little mommmmm’. He pumped very hard and I got a very long orgasm. The last orgasm I got from Zamal before few days of my marriage. His pumps were making various sounds with wet pussy and hard cock. Those sounds were also making us horny. Zabbar continued fucking passionately. After having five orgasms, I felt his cock head blinking. I hold him tightly. ‘Fuck harder baby, keep hard fucking’. ‘Momma what is happening inside me. Oh momma, hold me. I am going to heaven momma, please hold me, push your ass momma, ohhhh yeeeaaaaaaaaah, momma take my sead, take my sead in your womb, mommaaaaaaaaaaaaa’. Suddenly I felt a big pressure inside of my pussy. A fireball fallen into by pussy and burnet me with heavenly pleasure. I kept him grabbing with love like a mother and lover. Combing his hears with my fingers with great care. We did that thrice that night and kept continued for next two nights. 

Fortunately, when my tern came to visit my father’s house; my husband asked Zabbar to accompany me for the days. It was unexpected for us. In my father’s place, when everybody slept, we started our adventure of fucking until early morning. Now life is not boring to me at all.

Few days later, when my husband “Peer Shaheb” was drilling me by his giant, he whispered to my ear, ‘I think Zabbar is a good fucker, he has a huge tool as well. So, carry on with him. But I’ll kill you if you have it with any outsider’.