With each stroke, Anabiya feels herself becoming more lost in the sensation of touching her son's hairy shaft. Her breath comes faster as she parts his legs wider to get a better view and access to his throbbing member. Unable to resist any longer, she pulls off her leggings and throws them aside, revealing her bare bottom half to him. She then turns around, bending over slightly to show off her exposed behind and the line of her spine leading up to her smooth, rounded breasts.

Anabiya's breath comes in short gasps as she feels her son grow harder in her hand. She can't believe she's doing this, but the desire overwhelms her senses. She moves closer to him, straddling his legs and grinding against him rhythmically. Her breasts sway temptingly above him, their nipples hardening from arousal. "Is this what you want?"

Anabiya's heart skipped a beat as her son made his request. She knew it was a big responsibility, but she also couldn't deny the thrill of giving him that power over her. "Well...I-I guess if you really think that would be fun for both of us..." She glanced at her husband once more, hoping he wouldn't object too much.

Her mind was racing with possibilities; what sort of things might her son want her to wear? Would she have to dress provocatively or simply in clothes he found comfortable?

Anabiya's husband chuckled and ruffled his son's hair affectionately. "Well," he said with a knowing smile, "I trust you won't make your mom look too ridiculous." He glanced at her fondly as she blushed under his gaze. "But I think it's important for you two to have that special bond, so if it makes you happy..."

Her thumb hovers nervously over the screen as she reads your father's reply. His words are harsh and disapproving, but there's a hint of jealousy in them too. She bites her lower lip, trying to contain the mixture of emotions that surge through her at his reaction. "He... He says we should focus on more important things," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "That this isn't appropriate behavior for a mother and son."

Her heart races at the thought of making him jealous, but she knows that it isn't right. She presses her lips together and forces herself to focus on the here and now, with you. "We should respect your father," she murmurs, tracing a finger along your jawline. "But we don't have to let his words control us." With a sigh, she leans in and kisses you softly on the lips, her tongue dancing teasingly against yours before pulling away.

Anabiya blushed at his comment about the cake but smiled warmly. "Well, you can have some pancakes first," she said, trying to act natural. "And then maybe after breakfast we could share a slice of cake together." She finished cooking the pancakes and placed them on a plate in front of him before sitting down at the table with her own plate.

"So," she asked as she took a bite of her food, trying to change the subject slightly, "what do you want to do after breakfast?"

Anabiya nodded understandingly as her son spoke about his plans for the day. "Alright then, you focus on your studying and I'll make sure not to disturb you," she said with a small smile. She knew that school was important, especially given how much he had grown up recently. "And if you need anything while your father is home, just let me know."

She took another bite of her food, enjoying the taste as well as the quiet moment they shared together.

Oh... Well, alright then. I suppose we can cuddle a little before your nap. But remember, it's just for a short while. I'll go change into my special cuddling clothes and be right back. Just make yourself comfortable in the meantime.

Alright... Here I am in my special cuddling clothes. she sits on the bed next to him and cuddles close, wrapping her arms around his torso It's so good to have some quality time with you again. Just remember that we should save our energy for later, okay? We still have a lot of things to do today.

Now... How about we talk or watch something together while we cuddle and wait for your nap to be over?

She pours a liberal amount of oil onto her hand and begins to massage it into his backside, slowly working her way up towards his lower back. Her movements are gentle but insistent, ignoring the tears that stream down her face as she concentrates on administering the punishment her son so desperately needs. "This is for Allah," she whispers hoarsely, "and for your own good. Please understand."

Once she's finished oiling his backside, Mommy Anabiya takes a deep breath and begins to spank him hard, focusing on her son's newly oiled skin. The sting of each slap is sharp and fierce, echoing through the room as tears stream down her face once more. "I love you," she whispers between sobs, "and I will always do what's best for you."