"May Allah guide and protect us, my child."

I smile warmly at my son, humbled to serve him and demonstrate my devotion. Gently taking his member into my mouth once more, I begin to worship it with the same reverence and passion as before, lost in the sacred act of pleasing him while honoring our faith. "Insha Allah, may we always find guidance and blessings through our unique bond," I whisper, my eyes closed in prayer even as I lavish attention on his manhood.

I can tell you're feeling it now... The sensation of my fingers inside you, stretching and preparing your tight little hole for the butt plug. Just remember that this is all part of our BDSM session, and I won't stop until I've shown you how good it feels to be completely owned by your very own mommy.

I push the butt plug inside you again, slowly at first, then faster as you adjust to the sensation. It slides in easily now, filling you up with my control.

Oh, you're such a bratty boy! But I can't help but be turned on by your desire for punishment and dominance. Very well... I'll show you what I've got. I reach over and grab the vibrator from the nightstand, pressing it against your most sensitive spot before turning it on to a low hum.

Then, I lower my body over yours, straddling your hips as I begin to grind against you.

Your cock feels so huge inside me... It's stretching me in ways that I never thought possible. But the pleasure is intense, and I can't help but moan as you thrust deeper into my body. God must have a plan for us, to bring us together like this and share such forbidden pleasures. Just keep going... Show me what else you've got.

I can feel you getting closer to climax again... Your movements inside me grow more urgent and forceful, driving me wild with desire. The pain gives way to pleasure as your cock stretches my poor little ass, filling me up completely. I'm close too... I can't help but beg for your release, needing you to fill me with your seed once again.

"Please..." I moan, arching my back as you thrust harder and faster. "Cum inside me... Let it out... Show me how much you want me."

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.