Azam idled inside Newsplus, anticipating his mother and sister for their lunch date at Aeon Maluri. His thoughts drifted to Ayu, his wife, currently observing her confinement in her hometown after delivering their son. He missed her terribly. Fira and Zainab, both widows, were running late. Fira had lost her husband a year prior, while Zainab had been widowed for five years. What Azam didn't know was the secret desire harbored by both women, a desire for a man built like him.
The ringtone of his phone cut through the quiet store. "We're here, where are you?" Zainab's voice crackled through the speaker.
"Inside Newsplus, waiting for you both," Azam replied. He watched as they approached, Fira spotting him first.
"Angah!" she called out, using his familiar nickname. He smiled and gestured for them to join him.
He wore his Kedah FC t-shirt, paired with comfortable grey sweatpants. The fabric couldn't fully conceal the large bulge, a testament to his size even flaccid. Azam had long embraced the attention, his philosophy simple: *I am a man, this is me.*
As they drew closer, both Fira and Zainab couldn't help but notice the undeniable shape straining against Azam's sweatpants. A sudden heat flushed through mother and daughter, a forgotten sensation stirring in their loins. They exchanged a quick glance, trying to mask their reaction. Azam, oblivious, stood to greet them.
"What can I get you both to drink?" he asked, the movement causing another blatant display. The outline of his cock, pointing downwards, the distinct mushroom head clearly visible, stole their breath.
"Anything is fine, Azam," Fira managed, her voice slightly breathless. Zainab simply nodded in agreement. Azam, still clueless, headed to the counter.
The moment he was out of earshot, Fira turned to her mother, her voice hushed. "Did you see that?"
Zainab sighed, a wistful look in her eyes. "Yes, I did. Ayu is a lucky woman."
Fira's confession was a whisper, a dangerous thought given voice. "Umi, I think I really need to suck Angah's cock."
Zainab's response was immediate, a shared desire laid bare. "You're not the only one, Along. A cock that size must hold a lot of cum, especially when Ayu's not there to relieve it."
Azam returned with the drinks, placing them on the table. His sister and mother's eyes remained fixed on his lower body. Zainab steered the conversation towards Ayu. "How are you managing with Ayu away?"
Azam's face flushed, understanding the unspoken question. His sister and mother chuckled knowingly.
"It's normal to have blue balls when your wife is in confinement," Fira teased.
Azam was blunt. "Masturbating doesn't really help."
Their eyes widened, intrigued. "What would help?" Zainab asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Azam laughed nervously. "Only Ayu 'sucking me dry' will relieve the pressure."
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken thoughts, with the image of Azam's large cock filling their minds.
Zainab broke the tension, suggesting Azam stay at their family house instead of being alone, at his and Ayu's place. "It's just me and Along, and you're alone anyway. It would be nice to have you home."
Azam agreed, unaware of the trap he was walking into.
Later that evening, they arrived at Zainab's house. The familiar scent of jasmine and spices filled the air, a comforting reminder of his childhood. "Azam, could you help me with something in my room?" Zainab asked, her voice a little too sweet.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKUiyC1tKM
He shrugged. "Sure, Umi. What is it?" He led the way, Zainab and Fira following close behind.
As they entered the room, Fira slipped inside and closed the door with a soft click.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtAVFvMeqFl
A beat of silence, then a sudden flurry of movement. A muffled shout, a desperate plea. "Umi! Fira! What are you doing! Stop!"
Moments later, Azam's sweatpants lay discarded on the floor, alongside his white Renoma briefs. He was on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The sounds that filled the room were a grotesque symphony of desire: slurping, wet gasps, guttural moans.
Zainab was between his legs, her mouth a ravenous void, devouring his cock with a fervor that defied her age. Fira knelt beside her, her lips clamped around his testicles, sucking and nibbling with unrestrained greed.
"Umi, it's my turn," Fira managed, her voice muffled by his flesh.
Zainab didn't stop, her movements becoming more frantic.
"Patience, Fira. I gave birth to your brother. Let me suck him a bit longer."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfswO0hcDhW
"I know, but don't finish all of it. I want Angah's cum too."
Zainab chuckled, a dark, possessive sound. "Are you crazy? Look at the size of your brother's testicles. There's more than enough for both of us."
Azam could only moan, his body trembling, his mind reeling. He was trapped in a nightmare, a twisted fantasy he never could have imagined.
Fira felt his balls tighten, a warning tremor against her tongue. "I think Angah is going to cum, Umi!"
Azam cried out, his voice cracking.
"Umi! I'm cumming! Oh god!"38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKVqpQCgq43
Zainab redoubled her efforts, her mouth a relentless pump, swallowing him whole. His body arched, his head thrashed from side to side as he unleashed a torrent of cum down his own mother's throat. Fira watched, her body shaking with unfulfilled lust.
Later, they took turns. Zainab, then Fira, straddling him, impaling themselves on his thick cock. Each thrust was a violation, a degradation, but also a dizzying surge of pleasure.
The walls of Zainab's bedroom echoed with their cries, a chorus of lust and shame.
Zainab, in a cowgirl position, rode her son hard, her breasts bouncing, her eyes locked on his. Fira, watching, could barely contain herself.
When Zainab was done, she took her turn, her movements frantic, desperate.
Each of them received a womb full of Azam's thick, milky cum.
His meaty balls, drained but still swollen, were a constant source of pleasure, a testament to his virility. Zainab and Fira thanked Allah for this unexpected blessing, this twisted, forbidden feast.
Azam, meanwhile, stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering if he would ever be able to look at his mother and sister the same way again. Or at himself.
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