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I'm not exactly sure, but you can read my story now. It was uploaded, but it's in Bosnian/Serbian language. It's about forbidden love between Bosnian Muslim father and son. It contains frot, masturbation, oral and anal sex.can u write a les mutual strapon story pl?
Here is chapter one for an incest story . If you like it tell me to go further.
" Im sorry dad you did not give me a chance " I said while my tears fall over my cheeks as im laying on the floor on four with my dad cum drip down of my pussy .
My name is Fatma. Im a married 25 years old muslim lady . I have my family shape , big boobs and ass , black hair and brown eyes but all you can see is only my brown eyes appeard from my niqab.
It all started today morning when i pass by my parents home . I was complaining to my mom about my husband behaviour. He keeps punishing me - not only in private but also in front of our two years old son - . I was in a really bad mood and cried a lot till i fall asleep in my parents bed.
I dunno how much i slept but i wake up and wear my niqab getting out of my parents room and before i call for my mom i felt someone grabbing my boobs and put another hand on mouth . I try to struggle but to my surprise i heard my dad voice whispering in my ears " after 30 years of marriage u still making me horny when u wear niqab ".
I tried to push him back , say anything or even bite his hand but he grabs me tight to the wall . At that moment i felt something against my ass i could not miss ever . My dad was already naked and his hard cock was rubbing against my ass over my galabaya. Thats when i fell my pussy wet . I saw this cock twice before while growing up . I know my father as sex montster who can fuck anywhere anytime so its not big deal that i see him fucking mom only two times .
I got back off my thought when i felt him pulling up my galabya "So what are your wearing for me today Salma ". Thats my mother name . He did not wait and answer and he pull my blue panties and let it go . i moaned and groaned and he can see my panties became wet now . He waste no time . I felt my panties pulled down to my knee and he push his 9" cock deep straitght forward to my pussy .
I felt multiple feeling at a time . Regret , shame , disgust but mostly horniess which made me move my hips back against him . He started moaning too . "aaah yea thats it Salma keep going " . He slap my ass which made me more horny and start moving faster . He grab my waist now to control fucking me easily . That means that he let my mouth . But i was so horny to tell him anthing now so i kept enjoying his cock .
I put my hands to the wall and moan louder now without saying anything . I felt his heavy breath behind my ears and his hands force me down on four . He move faster as his cock grow harder in my pussy . we moan loud together and i felt his hands grab my ass hard at the moment he fill my pussy with his hot cum .
He rest back taking his breath and raise his hands hardly to pull my niqab off . I think it was the most surprising expression i see ever . The only word he could say is "How?"
Sometimes a sister is willing to be obedient as a girlfriend
Sisters are more obedient and loving than a gf ever will be tbhSometimes a sister is willing to be obedient as a girlfriend
What are u looking for kinky?hi
maybe no other alternative for them.anyway fake is not good enough.
A beautiful expression of our needsHere is chapter one for an incest story . If you like it tell me to go further.
" Im sorry dad you did not give me a chance " I said while my tears fall over my cheeks as im laying on the floor on four with my dad cum drip down of my pussy .
My name is Fatma. Im a married 25 years old muslim lady . I have my family shape , big boobs and ass , black hair and brown eyes but all you can see is only my brown eyes appeard from my niqab.
It all started today morning when i pass by my parents home . I was complaining to my mom about my husband behaviour. He keeps punishing me - not only in private but also in front of our two years old son - . I was in a really bad mood and cried a lot till i fall asleep in my parents bed.
I dunno how much i slept but i wake up and wear my niqab getting out of my parents room and before i call for my mom i felt someone grabbing my boobs and put another hand on mouth . I try to struggle but to my surprise i heard my dad voice whispering in my ears " after 30 years of marriage u still making me horny when u wear niqab ".
I tried to push him back , say anything or even bite his hand but he grabs me tight to the wall . At that moment i felt something against my ass i could not miss ever . My dad was already naked and his hard cock was rubbing against my ass over my galabaya. Thats when i fell my pussy wet . I saw this cock twice before while growing up . I know my father as sex montster who can fuck anywhere anytime so its not big deal that i see him fucking mom only two times .
I got back off my thought when i felt him pulling up my galabya "So what are your wearing for me today Salma ". Thats my mother name . He did not wait and answer and he pull my blue panties and let it go . i moaned and groaned and he can see my panties became wet now . He waste no time . I felt my panties pulled down to my knee and he push his 9" cock deep straitght forward to my pussy .
I felt multiple feeling at a time . Regret , shame , disgust but mostly horniess which made me move my hips back against him . He started moaning too . "aaah yea thats it Salma keep going " . He slap my ass which made me more horny and start moving faster . He grab my waist now to control fucking me easily . That means that he let my mouth . But i was so horny to tell him anthing now so i kept enjoying his cock .
I put my hands to the wall and moan louder now without saying anything . I felt his heavy breath behind my ears and his hands force me down on four . He move faster as his cock grow harder in my pussy . we moan loud together and i felt his hands grab my ass hard at the moment he fill my pussy with his hot cum .
He rest back taking his breath and raise his hands hardly to pull my niqab off . I think it was the most surprising expression i see ever . The only word he could say is "How?"
I'm born like Christian orthodox but was married for muslim and then I accept Islam for my religion... several years ago divorced.A beautiful expression of our needs
By the way...great story.A beautiful expression of our needs
The caring needs for one anotherI'm born like Christian orthodox but was married for muslim and then I accept Islam for my religion... several years ago divorced.
From that marriage I have son who is Muslim too and I'm in incest relationship with him from his adult age.
Bond between mother and son is really something special...no words to describe something like that.
By the way...in Islam is not rude to be in incest... especially between mother and son.
Sorry, but English is not my native language.
Have nice day... Sofia.
the best emotion i read in the forum yet so far ,Bond between mother and son is really something special...no words to describe something like that.
Yes we are.Well well well…
This thread was born in 2015. A simpler time. Fewer apps, more imagination. Possibly dial-up internet. Whatsapp was getting into teens.
I’m not entirely sure if the original author is still alive, at least not “Lit-alive.” But lo and behold… 2025 rolls around, and suddenly this thread is resurrected like it sensed our collective thirst.
Either way…Here we are. Ten years later. Still horny. Still hopeful. Still hitting “reply.”![]()
tell morehi
i kno of two ladies indulging in strapon anal regularly because their husbands are away for long time.
Hii hornily Want to read muslim incest stories !. cant find much around here .. 0
pl post some for me
Sure. Vl try.hi
i kno of two ladies indulging in strapon anal regularly because their husbands are away for long time.
Lust know no years but passion.Well well well…
This thread was born in 2015. A simpler time. Fewer apps, more imagination. Possibly dial-up internet. Whatsapp was getting into teens.
I’m not entirely sure if the original author is still alive, at least not “Lit-alive.” But lo and behold… 2025 rolls around, and suddenly this thread is resurrected like it sensed our collective thirst.
Either way…Here we are. Ten years later. Still horny. Still hopeful. Still hitting “reply.”![]()