Khwaish Ch. 01

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are above 18 years. May contain themes like incest, assault and non-consent. If you are not comfortable, please stop reading now or else, happy reading.

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It was five in the morning and Salima woke up with the alarm clock ringing. After freshening up, she began to tend to her household work. She started prepping for breakfast and suddenly face palmed herself remembering that Farooq Bhaiya had asked her to make some Kheer for his granddaughter Kulsum as today she was staying with him at the shop.

Salima immediately went and called Junaid who was still asleep. Salima saw the laptop on the table beside the bed and realised that he had slept late. The room smelled of sweat, stale air with an odor she was not familiar with.

"Why he stays awake at night is beyond me." she murmured. Gradually losing patience, Salima swatted Junaid's nape, waking him up.

"Ammi, can't you wake me up gently. Why do you always have to smack my head to wake me up?" Junaid rubbed his nape.

"Because you don't wake up immediately when I try to, idiot."

"Ok, what happened?"

Salima handed him a list and a bag saying "go to the stores quickly and get me the items in the list and come back fast. You can brush your teeth after coming back. Now go quickly!!".

Junaid pulled on a t-shirt and left the room rubbing his eyes, yawning.

"May Allah bless him with some sense and seriousness. He's 23 and still behaves like a child." Salima hissed.

Salima married Junaid's father Farhan when they both were 25 and waited for four years to become parents after becoming financially stable. Farhan with the help of Farooq bhaiya, set up a supermarket near the mosque in the commercial section in the locality with the help of his family in Dubai and had settled comfortably.

Farhan fancied himself as a biker and constantly met a man named Ali who was a bike mechanic nearby his shop. Ali would modify the motorbikes he bought second hand in the city and would modify them and sell them back. One day while test riding a motorbike, both Farhan and Ali met with an accident which proved to be fatal, ending their lives on the spot.

Salima, at the age of 32 was devastated by the loss of her husband and had to live for the sake of Junaid as Junaid was the only reason that kept her alive. Farooq bhaiya and her friend Saba helped through those hard years and eventually she overcame her grief. With Farhan's passing, Salima took over his work at the supermarket and looked after Junaid for nearly twenty years, trying to stay strong while trying to cope with her grief.

As she finished the Dal and began preparing the Kheer. She heard Junaid huffing and heaving as he was working out in the room where his Abbu's gym equipment was kept. After turning 18, Junaid got interested in fitness and started working out. With his tall muscular body, Junaid looked nothing like the toddler she used to carry on her hip.

The sounds of him huffing and metal clanking from the gym room took her back to the days when she would be tending to the household work or to Junaid while Farhan was working out.

As she was reminiscing about her past, she came back to her senses after she felt Junaid's arms around her waist, hugging her from behind with his face on her shoulder.

"What's the special occasion today Ammi?" He asked, rubbing his head on her shoulder, close to her neck.

"Junaid, go take a shower immediately. You reek of sweat." Salima turned towards him and ordered him with a stern look on her face.

"Why are you being rude with me today? You have been like this since morning."

"Then tell me, what were you doing late in the night?"

"Ammi, it's nothing to worry about. I was watching some movies and I happened to binge watch them till midnight. It was an interesting movie by the way." Junaid replied calmly.

"Why can't you watch them during the day? I'm worried whether you're not getting enough sleep nowadays after you got a separate room since joining college."

"Ammi, please relax. You don't need to worry about anything. Everything is fine. At least tell me now, what is the special occasion today?"

Salima exhaled "Farooq Bhaiya wanted some Kheer as he was bringing Kulsum to the store with him."

"Okay." Junaid nodded and went out of the kitchen to have a shower.

Since Farhan's passing, everyone was persuading Salima to give marriage another chance as Junaid would have someone who can call someone as his father but also someone who can take care of her needs as well. Farooq Bhaiya and her friend Saba thought of hitching her to a man called Ramiz, whom they knew in their circle.

But the problem was that Ramiz was already a married man with four children and on top of that Salima would have been his second wife. His financial status was not good as well since he was a butcher and he was the sole breadwinner as well. To make matters worse, he didn't even want to have his sons educated, thinking that school would corrupt the children and make them question their beliefs. Since then, Salima decided to stay alone even at the cost of her happiness.

She got off the shower and dried her hair with a hair dryer and wore a blue pastel Salwar and white Kameez. She went to the kitchen, packed up the Roti and Dal in a thermal case along with the Kheer. She called Junaid for breakfast but Junaid didn't even reply. After waiting and with Junaid not replying back, Salima eventually had her breakfast. She took out a sticky note and wrote "Beta, I've kept some Rotis and Dal in the thermal container and some Kheer in the fridge. Don't forget to eat them and send a message after eating". She stuck that note on the fridge. She wore a black Burqa and left home.

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Junaid heard Salima leaving home as she shut the front door and left for the supermarket. He came to the hall and peaked from the curtains as he saw her drift away from the corner of the street. He went to Salima's room and took two boxes. He took out a GoPro camera from the box, "still recording huh?"

He then took two more cameras from those boxes and kept them back where they were and went into his room.

He took the SD cards from the cameras and copied the videos to his laptop. He placed them while Salima was busy in the kitchen and she being occupied making food was the perfect time for Junaid to set up the cameras in her room before he went to the kitchen to talk with her.

He planned and executed the idea without any problem just like he thought about it a week ago when his friend Adil gave it to him as he lied to him saying it was for some solo vlog he planned.

Junaid was never attracted to his mother until a month ago both of them returned home wet on a rainy evening. Junaid saw the black Burqa cling onto her body, exposing her curvy body like she wore nothing underneath. Salima's huge tits and ass were the biggest sized female body parts Junaid saw ever in his life. Since then Junaid made up his mind to slowly lure Salima to sleep with him.

When he was about to click on the video, Junaid's phone rang. It was Adil, at a time when he would never call. Junaid picked up the call and asked Adil why he called. Adil reminded him that he had a presentation tomorrow and told him that he called him to remind him about it. Junaid remembered about the presentation and immediately went to work on the presentation as the due date was tomorrow.

After completing the work, Junaid shut the laptop down and went to smoke on the terrace. After finishing the cigarette, Junaid stared at the sky. The skies were sealed and completely spread by dark clouds with a cold breeze whispering into his ears. It gave signals that it would rain cats and dogs today. He felt a drop fall on his hands and he immediately dashed down into his home.

As he walked back into the hall, he found Salima's umbrella at the shoe rack. "This woman forgets things all the time." he thought as went and lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling fan before dozing off.

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Junaid woke up to the doorbell ringing continuously. "That must be her," he thought and opened the door. Salima entered inside and removed her burqa which was dripping wet. Her salwar and kameez were also drenched as well, literally exposing her curvy body.

"Have eaten anything since I left?" Salima asked, wringing out the burqa with droplets falling into the doormat.

"No Ammi. Didn't feel hungry today."

"Why? Are you not feeling well?"

"No, I just didn't feel hungry today and just focused on my college assignments."

"Ok beta. But at least have dinner. You can't sleep with an empty stomach at night."

"Ok Ammi I will."

"I'll prepare something quickly. We'll eat together."

Salima then went inside and changed her clothes. She wore a black maxi dress and went inside the kitchen to prepare dinner. She quickly prepared some Chawal, Chicken curry and brought some veal kebabs on the way back since Junaid loved the kebabs prepared nearby their locality.

After a while she kept the food containers on the dining table and called Junaid for dinner. Junaid came to the table and his face lit up seeing the kebabs. He savoured the smell of kebabs as Salima served the majority of the kebabs to Junaid.

"So, did Kulsum like the Kheer today Ammi?" Junaid asked.

"Oh, she ate half of the container and didn't even bother to share the rest with the others. She insisted that she could take the container home and eat it at home as well."

"It's nice hearing that she liked your cooking Ammi."

"Funny thing is, she asked me to bring her home and keep her with me, so that she could have Kheer everyday."

"At this rate, Afreen Khala may hate you for your expertise in kheer." Junaid giggled as he got up to pick up the plates.

"No, leave them all at the table. I'll take them."

"Ok" Junaid paused. "Do you have work tomorrow?"

"Yeah but I can go late as Farooq Bhaiya has some renovation work at the supermarket, so he told us to come at noon."

"Ok, then I'll go to sleep." Junaid faked a yawn, pretending to be tired.

"Ok beta, Good night."

Junaid went to his room and laid for a while, trying to recall something he forgot to do. He immediately opened his laptop and then remembered the videos he recorded in the morning. With the presentation work, he totally forgot about the video. He plugged the headphones and opened the files.

Minutes into the video it was just his mom checking the wardrobe to wear for the day. After that she took a towel and walked into the bathroom.

He opened the file which was recorded in the bathroom, with hope he would see how she would look. Salima walked in and put the towel in the towel rack. She took off her maxi, exposing her busty body in lingerie. Junaid now knew how Salima looked without any clothes on her, starting a stir on his loins.

Before he could burn the image of her body, Salima unhooked her bra. The same breasts he sucked as a child, but now looking at them, burning with the flames of lust fanning them. Her breasts looked huge compared to when they were covered by clothes, she turned around and took off her panties and put all her clothes in the laundry basket.

Junaid noticed deep strap marks on her back due to the bra, which explained that the bra was squeezing her breasts, cramping them for room. She wet herself under the shower, standing idly for a long time, thinking deeply. After that, she took the shower head and sat on the commode spreading her legs, raising Junaid's anticipation that she was going to masturbate using her fingers and the hot water from the shower head aimed at her vagina.

Junaid's eyes opened wide as Salima began to let her fingers do the magic. It didn't look amateurish, it looked like she had been doing it for years. As the fingers weren't enough, now she's using hot water to increase the stimulation of her pussy.

As her fingers increased the pace, Salima bit her lip, with a partial moan slipped from her mouth. At final moments, Salima bucked her hips, with a deep exhale and resting on the commode till she gained back her composure. She got up and took a shower and towel dried herself before walking back into the bedroom wrapping herself in the towel.

Junaid closed the laptop. He sat on the bed quietly, accessing what he had seen now.

"So that's how she was satisfying herself all these years," he thought.

Her body resembled his favourite pornstar Angel Wicky and he immediately visualised all the porn he had seen of Angel Wicky's but instead of her face, he saw Salima's. The visuals He played in his mind amplified the horniness in him. He felt strange between his legs. Somewhat like the area had been hot and sweaty.

He took his shorts and found precum dripping from his head, if he was not circumcised it would have not leaked on his underwear but for the first time, he was stimulated like never before. His dick was rock hard, with veins popping out like pumped up biceps.

He was not able to think properly, lust had shut his mind down and he had enough. Now he made up his mind, today he was going to reintroduce her actual pleasure whether she wanted it or not. He took off his clothes and walked straight into her room swiftly without a second thought.

He entered the room, looking at Salima who was in deep slumber. He looked at her, sitting at the foot of the bed. She turned around on her back. Junaid even though he was ready to pounce on her, he was nervous on how the aftermath would impact both their lives. He got on top of her and pulled the zip down of her maxi, revealing her black bra.

He took a deep breath and hugged her, planting kisses on her neck and positioning him between her legs. Salima woke up, feeling the weight of Junaid pinning her down to the bed. Before she could scream, Junaid cupped her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

Salima was terrified, unable to understand what was going on. She was scared stiff after realising her own son is trying to get physical with her and she knew where this would lead to, something which she would be ashamed of and live through the rest of the life knowing that her son has thought of her in that way.

She bit Junaid's hand to make him remove his hand from her mouth.

"Beta this is not right. I am your mother, please don't do this." Salima tried to bring back some sense into him as she tried to push him away from her.

But Junaid pinned both her hands above her head, preventing her from moving and started kissing her cleavage. His other hand was pulling her maxi above her waistline and taking off her panty.

"Stay still Ammi or scream out. Let the neighbors hear you and barge in and see you and me like this."

Salima looked in horror as Junaid looked like he was possessed. There was no presence of fear in his eyes and he looked like he didn't care about anything but his objective. He was using her fear and society as his leverage. She knew that society would ostracise them if they found out that events like this were happening in their household.

Something that the society termed it as taboo and immoral. She only had a handful of people in her life, if they knew this, there was no guarantee whether their relationship with her would stay the same. She was silenced by fear of losing everyone if she ever fought back.

Junaid picked her up and pulled out the maxi and bra off her body with her breasts tumbling down, Salima now had completely given up and had surrendered to Junaid. She laid there helpless and unable muster the courage to fight back her son. On the other hand, Junaid was relishing every moment. He felt like he was on the top of the world, finally getting his way with his mother.

He guided her back to lay down with her looking at the ceiling fan rotating fast. She was not interested in looking at him. Junaid spread her legs and looked at the place from which he entered the world. It was pink and soaking wet. Salima winced as Junaid inserted two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out drawing strings of wet fluids from her pussy.

"I wanted this for a long time." Junaid smiled as he stroked her clit with his hard cock, teasing her before driving it inside her pussy. She let out a sharp moan and closed her eyes as Junaid went inside her. He got on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders as he was going deeper and harder with each stroke.

He then kissed her in the mouth as he was groping her breasts with his hands. Salima felt his hands were all over her body. Junaid focused on multiple parts of her simultaneously with ease. At the beginning it was hard to make it look like she was not interested in any part of it but over time, every hard thrust was greeted with a soft moan of pleasure. Her body was reacting to his big cock stretching her insides and he showed no signs of tiredness but starting to get wilder as he heard her moan in pleasure.

He now guided her legs over his shoulders and got into a position where he started plowing her pussy with slow hard strokes, gripping her big hips. Salima clawed the bed sheet arching her back as she stretched towards him. It was an intense session, breaking her, making her unable to handle slick in and out sliding of his cock, with the friction caused by his cock rubbing her insides. A sensation, she never thought she would experience again in her life. Junaid realised Salima was close to her orgasm and he was close as well, as his crotch was indicating him as well.

"Kiss me Junaid, just kiss me.... I don't want to scream when you are going to cum." Salima whispered at him.

Junaid smiled at her and leaned towards her, interlocking his lips with hers. Giving her what she wanted, making sure that even a small whisper would not escape her mouth. In ecstasy, Junaid pumped harder and erupted inside her, spurting out streams of his semen inside her womb, grunting while Salima hugged her son with tears rolling down her eyes, realising that she just had sex with her son and it had been her first intense orgasm almost after a decade.

Both lay down on the bed, panting and catching their breath, huffing and heaving. Salima calmed down Junaid, stroking and caressing his hair while he was recovering from his orgasm. Junaid released himself from his mother's embrace and laid down beside her, till he got back the strength to stand up.

He got off the bed and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room to his room without even looking at Salima or even saying a word, leaving her exhausted and satisfied from his session with her, leaving with a lot of things to think about this night.