Maa ki chudai dekhi

Hindu Mom sex with her Muslim lover secretly and one day son found her mom is fucked by her lover daily and she is pregnant with muslim bf

The old house groaned under the weight of its secrets and the relentless rhythm of bodies entwined. Each afternoon, Amar would sequester himself in his room, headphones blaring, as his mother, Rekha, slipped away to the guesthouse. Today, his curiosity burned hotter than his usual defiance. He inched through the kitchen, the air thick with the remnants of lunch spices. He lifted a plaster patch on the wall, revealing a hidden hole. His breath caught as he saw his mother, naked and spread out on the bed, her body shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Above her, a muscular African man, Anwar, his dark skin slick, muscles flexing with each powerful thrust of his massive hips. Amar's eyes widened, taking in the sheer size of Anwar's cock, a thick, ebony pillar that seemed to go on forever, at least 16 inches of pure, throbbing muscle. Rekha moaned, her hips lifting to meet each deep stroke. "Deeper," she begged, her voice a ragged whimper. "Fill me, Anwar. Make me your Hindu whore." Amar watched, transfixed, as Anwar's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she screamed. His large hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide, exposing her completely. He spat, his saliva glistening as it trailed down to her tight, puckered hole. He pressed a thick finger in, slow and steady, preparing her. Rekha panted, her body writhing, her hands gripping the sheets. Amar's breath hitched as Anwar withdrew his finger, replacing it with the head of his enormous cock. He pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within her. Rekha screamed, her body convulsing around him. Anwar began to move, his hips rolling, his massive cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound. His hand reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing with practiced ease. Rekha moaned, her body moving in time with his, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her body is writhing like a snake underneath him. Her toes are curling, her fingers are digging into his back, and she's breathing hard against his ear. It's like she's possessed — she's never acted like this with him. Amar watched, horrified and aroused, as Anwar's hand moved to her throat, squeezing gently as he thrust harder, deeper. "You love this, don't you, my little Hindu slut?" Anwar growled, his voice a low rumble. "You love taking my big, black cock." Rekha moaned, her body arching, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Yes," she gasped. "I love it. I love you, Anwar. I want your baby. I want you to fill me up." Anwar smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Good, because I'm going to fuck you until you're pregnant. I'm going to fill you with my cum and watch your belly grow." He moved with swift intensity, his hand gripping her hip, his other hand reaching around to stroke her clit. His fingers moved to her puckered hole, pressing in, stretching her wide. She's fucking screaming. Amar's heart pounded as Anwar began to fist her, his large hand moving in and out of her ass with ease. Rekha screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. "Keep going, Anwar," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whimper. "Make me yours. Fill me up." Anwar growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with a force that shook the bed. "Take it, Rekha," he grunted. "Take my cock. Take my cum. You're mine, my dirty little Hindu whore." She’s his puppet. She’s moving like a rag doll as he slams into her, her face pressed into the mattress, her body limp and boneless but her womb and ass grunting at every thrust With a final, powerful thrust, Anwar roared, his body tensing as he came, his cum spilling out of her, coating the sheets beneath them. "I won't tell anyone, Amar," Anwar said, his voice calm and steady. "Just leave us alone, son. Your mother and I have some worshipping to do." "What the fuck are you doing to my mother?" Amar burst into the room, his shock and horror overriding his usual caution. He was so engrossed in the scene before him, he didn't think, he didn't plan, he just reacted. His stomach lurched, his face drained, and his heart pounded in his chest. He’d seen his mother naked before, but never like this. Never like a fucking porn star under an African stallion. He was so shocked by what he was seeing, he didn't think. He just watched -- with his eyes wide open. His mouth was fucking agape. "It’s fine Amar, it’s natural. Come and join us.” His mother’s voice was soft, almost tender. She was trying to calm him down, to make him understand. Amar couldn’t describe why he felt…agony. “Just leave us alone Amar.” Anwar didn’t miss a beat. His hand was still inside his mother. He was still fucking her. Amar couldn’t believe it. This was his mother. This was Anwar, her lover. Amar’s fucking chest was heaving. “She’s my woman. She’ll be pregnant with my kid soon. You just leave us alone Amar. Just don’t tell anyone Amar. That’s all I ask.”