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Sirvard Vahan – The Goddess Cancer

I strode behind my husband as he pushed the shopping cart, buying things for the family. He wore a cock cage and nothing else. I watched his broad back, red from the whip that I carried in my hands. No longer did that abusive dog threaten me.

I ruled.

And I would show women how they had to rule their husbands. Their men. No longer would we be enslaved by them. Forced to dress in bulky clothes and cover our hair. So here I was, in my leather bustier, my round breasts lifted up and down full display as we marched through the grocery store.

It was in our Muslim neighborhood. Almost everyone who shopped here were women wearing the hijab. Some were Somalian refugees, others were Arabs or Pakistani. I was Armenian, brought to this place by my dog of a husband.

CRACK!

The whip struck across his back. He grunted from the blow. “You missed the lettuce! Walked right past them!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned as he stopped the cart.

I smiled while I broadcast my message to all the women here. They clutched at their heads as I imposed my divine will on them. No longer would we have to obey such dogs. That we would have to submit to them. Withstands their open hands and closed fists.

No more shall we be abused and degraded. We were in charge.

Men must serve women. They must obey them. A wife must dominate her husband. A mother her sons. A daughter her father. A sister her brother. Men must serve women and pleasure them. Spank them when they’re bad. Put them in their place.

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Fatima Al-Mufti

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the produce aisle of the grocery store. The sight of the pale-skinned woman in a corset whipping a man wearing some sort of cage around his cock. My cheeks burned. What was going on? How was this allowed? This was disgusting.

“M-Mother,” gasped my daughter Jamila. “That man…”

“Don’t look,” I gasped, unable to follow my own advice. It was so shocking to see the muscular man. He was middle-aged but looked so strong and powerful.

CRACK!

The woman’s whip struck his back. He grunted, but it almost didn’t sound like pain.

But pleasure.

“You have to squeeze them and make sure they are not bruised, dog!” the woman hissed. “You are shopping for your family! You must learn this now! You serve me!”

“Yes, Mistress,” the man whimpered.

“What is going on, Mother?” my daughter whispered.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, confused.

Around the strange pair, other women watched, nodding their heads. Some were pulling off their hijabs and exposing their hair. I gripped my shopping cart, looking around. I was bewildered by this sight. I wanted to flee. I swallowed as the woman glanced at me. She smiled as she stood there in her heeled boots, her shaved nethers on display. She was wet with her perverse lust.

Thoughts pressed on my mind.

I gasped as they pushed into my thoughts. I released the shopping cart and grabbed the sides of my head. The words lanced into my mind like burning irons. I screamed, my knees buckling. I squeezed them shut as they plunged to the very core of me.

Men must serve women.

What? That wasn’t what Allah wanted.

They must obey them. A wife must dominate her husband.

A wife was supposed to submit to her husband… right?

A mother her sons. A daughter her father. A sister her brother.

These words were so radical, but they resonated in my mind.

Men must serve women and pleasure them. Spank them when they’re bad. Put them in their place.

“Yes,” I breathed, the pain diminishing. Those thoughts made such sense. They echoed in my mind.

Men must serve women.

I stared at the woman. She smiled at me. She had done this. She had given me this revelation. I stumbled towards her, leaving my shopping cart behind, my heart thundering in my chest. My blood felt so hot. So alive.

Men must serve women and pleasure them.

“Mother,” my daughter gasped, grabbing my arm. “Mother, I… I…”

I stared at Jamila, peering into her eyes, and seeing this desire in them. The same desire I felt. This heat that swept through me as I pictured my husband and my two sons. They were all back at home. I had to go shopping while they watched the soccer game.

“Come,” I said, marching away from the shopping cart. “I know what we have to do.”

“Yes, Mother,” my daughter said, glancing at the woman. “Who is she?”

I glanced at the woman, a shiver of heat rushing through me. She stood so strong and proud. “Inspiration, Jamila. Inspiration, my dove.”

“She is,” my daughter groaned.

The woman glanced at us and smiled. She had such confidence in her. Such authority. She wasn’t human. She was something more. Something more. I felt like I stood in the presence of a divinity. A goddess in the flesh like the Christians believed.

“She’s holy,” I whimpered and rushed past the living incarnation.

I rushed in my dress out into the warm day. I moved towards the car. I was allowed to drive it here, though my husband sometimes grumbled that I shouldn’t. That he should drive me around. He was just lazy. He didn’t want to wait while I shopped for groceries.

Not when there was a soccer game.

My pussy burned with those words. Men must pleasure women. I shuddered, seeing my two sons. I had to dominate them. Control them. I was told so by the goddess. I climbed into the old Toyota, my daughter slipping into the driver’s seat, her hijab coming off. At sixteen, she had a long fall of black hair around her dusky face. Her features smooth and beautiful.

Not like a Western girl who had to slather so much makeup on to hide the ugliness of their souls.
I backed the car out, my body on fire. Images burned in my mind. Spanking men. Standing over them as they knelt. Grabbing my son’s head and forcing him to eat out my pussy. I deserved to have orgasms, too. Not just my pig of a husband.

I had no choice in marrying him. My parents arranged it before Arif brought me to America.

I drove fast, my body on fire. I wanted to rip out of my dress now. My daughter squirmed beside me. Was she thinking about dominating her father? I hoped she was. To put that man in his place. I grinned as I turned onto our street.

“Are you ready, my dove?” I asked Jamila.

“Yes, Mother,” she said. “I’m so ready.”

“Good.” I sped down our street and turned into the house. It was old. One story and three bedrooms. My sons had shared theirs since they were boys. Many others who lived on the street were Muslim, too. As my car drove past them, people clutched at their heads.

They heard those divine words.

I quivered in delight as I spread the holy message of the Goddess to all I passed.

I pulled into our driveway, glancing at the yard next door where Usain clutched at his head. Another man who had to learn his place. He groaned, his fingers digging into his temples. He glanced up at us.

I climbed out and snapped, “Go to your wife and beg her to beat you!”

“Yes!” he gasped and scrambled to his feet, running back into his house.

“Look at the pig,” I said, smiling. This was so freeing. No longer did we have to cower. It felt so right So proper.

“Yes, Mother,” my daughter said with delight as I marched up to the front door. I burst open onto the living room.

“Yes, yes, yes,” my oldest son, Fayiz, shouted. He was seventeen, tall and strong. He wore a tank top and shorts, a soda in his hand. “Come on! Just get there— No!”

“You godless pig!” my husband shouted at the TV.

My presence washed over them. My two sons, sitting on the couch, clutched at their temples. My husband on his recliner squeezed at the armrest. His back arched, his bearded face twisted with the power of the Goddess’s words.

I stood there, watching on with a big smile on my lips. It was an incredible sight to see them being educated. The heat swelled in my cunt. My pussy clenched as I watched them change. I watched them become the men they should have been.

“Fatima,” my husband Arif croaked. He closed the recliner and staggered to his feet. He stared at me, his eyes so wide.

“Mistress!” I snapped. “You godless son of a pig! Mistress! And kneel! Kneel before me!”

He did. To my utter delight, my disgusting husband dropped to his knees and pressed his face into the carpet. I smiled as this rush of triumph shot through me. I stared at him lying prostrate then glanced at my sons staring at me.

Fayiz was tall and strong, his body fit from sports. This incestuous lust shot through me. The Goddess’s words were clear. Men were here to pleasure women. Even sons to their mothers. And my sons were so handsome. Muktar was my youngest, only fourteen. He wore glasses, a gentler soul that was often bullied for liking to read by his own father.

“Jamila, my dove, take your father to your bedroom and do with him as you would,” I said. “Spank him. Fuck him. I don’t care. He’s yours.”

“Thank you, Mother,” my daughter purred and strode past me. She had such confidence now. “Daddy, crawl after. We have so much to do. I am going to ride your cock, but now that you won’t be my first. I’m no virgin! He was a White boy. A Christian.”

I smiled at those words. Arif had watched her like a hawk, controlling her. Keeping her from dating. He had plans to marry her off like I had been. I had no idea who this Christian boy she was talking about, but I could see the shock on my husband’s face.

He would have beaten her before for that.

Now he crawled after her as she said, “Doesn’t that make you happy to know that I have taken a man in my pussy. That I have ridden his cock. Even sucked it. I have drunk his cum.”

“Y-yes, Jamila,” he groaned.

“Mistress, Daddy,” she purred as she vanished down the hallway to the bedrooms. “I’m your Mistress now, Daddy. I think I will let you watch the next time I fuck him.”

Their words cut off as her bedroom door slammed shut.

I glanced at my two sons. Muktar stared up at me with this look of awe on his young face. He pushed up his glasses, adjusting them on his dusky face. He wore his black hair short, like his brother. Both were clean-shaven.

Fayiz trembled there. He looked shocked that I was in charge. The game was on behind me, the announcer cheering on their team, the Michigan Stars. I ignored it as I licked my lips. Both my boys were sexy in different ways.

“Turn that off,” I purred while I quivered here. “Then strip me naked.”

“Yes, Mother!” my sons both gasped. They both lunged for the remote, grabbing it. Fayiz jerked it from Muktar and turned off the TV.

The boys jumped to their feet and rushed to me. They slid their hands over me and started undressing me. Fayiz found the zipper to my dress and drew it down. I quivered in delight as they pulled the heavy thing off me. They threw it down, leaving me in a bronze bra and panties. My large breasts quivered, my pussy soaking my panties.

Fayiz reached around me and undid my bra clasp with such skill. I knew he was dating various American whores, fucking them with his father’s blessing. The hypocrisy that he encouraged his sons to fornicate and would beat his daughter for just glancing at a boy swept anger through me.

Things were changing. I heard muffled grunts from my daughter’s room. She was punishing her father. I quivered in delight as Muktar knelt before me and drew off my panties. My youngest son gasped as he stared at my shaved pussy.

“Mother,” he breathed. I knew it was his first cunt. He wasn’t out there banging the girls. He was a quiet boy, and yet he was just like his father. Ordering me around. Lording over his sister. He was bullied by his father and brother, so he took it out on his sister.

“Mmm,” I purred as I stood naked before my sons. Their eyes roamed my curvy body. I was still in shape. Arif made sure that I did. He didn’t want me to get fat. He wanted me to be attractive when he threw me down on the bed. “My boys. Strip! Let your Mommy-Mistress see your bodies. Your cocks!”

“Yes, Mom,” groaned Fayiz.

I slapped him, cracking my hand across his cheek. “Mommy-Mistress! Address me with respect!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he gasped and ripped off his tank top, exposing all his gloriously muscled flesh. He had chiseled pecs and a washboard stomach. I shuddered as he shoved off his shorts and underwear.

His cock popped out. I quivered at the sight of my son’s big dick bobbing before him. I licked my lips. He didn’t inherit his father’s cock, that was for sure. I shuddered at how gorgeous that dick was, my cunt clenching.

Muktar was a little slower. Shyer. He drew off his shirt. He had a slender form. Boyish. I wiggled my hips, my boobs swaying back and forth as he adjusted his glasses. He unsnapped the button of his jean shorts and pushed those off along with his briefs.

His cock wasn’t as big as his brother’s, but he still made my knees feel weak. I had two sexy boys who were delicious in different ways. I licked my lips, my fingers sliding up and down their cocks. I could touch them. Stroke them. Do whatever I wanted to them.

“Fayiz,” I moaned, my pussy on fire, “do you ever eat out the pussies of those White whores you fuck?”

“No, Mommy-Mistress,” he breathed, his cock twitching as I rubbed at the crown, smearing precum around him.

“Perfect,” I groaned. “Fetch your father’s belt, Muktar. You’ve been a bad boy.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” my youngest gasped and darted for the hallway. He vanished down it as I kept playing with my eldest son’s big dick. He shuddered as I did that.

I kept playing with Fayiz’s cock as I waited for Muktar to hurry back. My eldest son stared at my big breasts. I could see the lust in his eyes. The burning need to please me. I loved that. No more condescension. No more thinking that his age meant he could disrespect me the way his father had.

No, no, he would pleasure me now. He would give me what I craved. I was in charge now.

Muktar came running back holding one of Arif’s belts. He thrust it at me, his dick twitching. I took it from my son and smiled. My youngest trembled as I snapped my fingers at the couch’s armrest. He knew what to do.

I loved the way my son bent over it. I moved behind him, admiring his rump. His cock twitched between it. My pussy clenched as I gripped the belt. I glanced at Fayiz as he watched. I grinned at him, savoring my newfound power.

“On y our knees and eating my pussy, Fayiz,” I purred. “I want you to devour me. Make me cum!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he gasped and rushed over to me. He dropped to his knees before me and pressed his strong face into my shaved twat.

I gasped as he licked and lapped at my pussy. He stroked through my folds. He lapped at me with such hunger. I couldn’t believe how amazing that felt. He stroked through my folds. He teased me with that hungry mouth of his.

I trembled there, my back arching as his tongue swept through my folds. My big boobs quivered back and forth as he devoured me. I had never felt anything so good in my life. I had never had anyone eat my snatch. It was amazing.

“Yes,” I groaned, staring at my youngest son, almost forgetting I wanted to punish him. “Yes, yes, Fayiz. That’s it. Make your mommy cum! Oh, that’s being such a good son. A strong son. Yes, yes, yes, get that tongue in me!”

His tongue plunged into my pussy and swirled around in me. I gripped the belt as the pleasure swept through me. The wonderful feeling of his tongue stroking my inner depths. His lips rubbed on my labia, even brushing my clit.

I drew back the belt and swung it.

CRACK!

The leather slapped across my youngest son’s rump. He grunted at the pain. A wave of delight swept through me. I smiled at the red spreading over his butt-cheeks. A shy flush.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, grinding my cunt on my eldest son’s face. “Mmm, you’ve been a bad, bad boy, Muktar.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he groaned as I drew back the belt. “But I’ll be good for you. The perfect son! Obedient and—”

CRACK!

“Mommy-Mistress!” he groaned.

“Yes, yes, be a good son,” I purred, savoring his brother’s tongue sliding through my folds. Licking me. Sending delight rushing through me. “Obedient, and Mommy won’t have to punish you. Much.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” groaned Muktar, his reddened ass clenching. He was such a gorgeous boy. So sexy.

My left hand clutched at Fayiz’s head, holding the stud to my cunt. My eldest son feasted on my incestuous pussy as I drew back my arm. I swung.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched around Fayiz’s tongue as his brother groaned from the spank. I shuddered, swaying, reveling in this power.

CRACK!

I loved the sound of the belt slapping over my son’s body. It was so wild. This wave of power swept through me. I trembled here, enjoying every moment of having my cunt licked out. My son stroked through my folds. He teased me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.

CRACK!

“Oh, Fayiz, eat my cunt!”

CRACK!

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he moaned into my pussy. “You taste so good.”

“Mmm, that’s the pussy that birthed you,” I groaned, savoring this moment. The heat of his tongue stroked through my folds. The power I had over him. “Yes, yes, you’re all Mommy’s. Both of you are!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” Muktar groaned, his ass so red.

CRACK!

He gasped, his body quivering. His cock twitched beneath his thighs, his balls looking so swollen with his need to cum. I quivered here, my heat pounding in my chest. The wild beat swept through me as my eldest son swirled his tongue around my clit.

He sent such delight surging through me. I groaned, reveling in how amazing this felt. How wonderful it was to have his strong lips nibbling on my bud. I shuddered, holding my strong son to my pussy. I gripped the back of his head, my pleasure building and building.

My big breasts jiggled and bounced as his tongue slid through my folds. It was an incredible rush. I enjoyed every moment of it. Every last second of this heat rushing through my body. I quivered with the delight of this ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to make Mommy cum!” I moaned. “Mommy’s going to drown you in her pussy cream!”

“Please, Mommy-Mistress,” groaned my son. He suckled on my clit.

I gasped, the pleasure surging through me. My orgasm built and built. I swung the belt.

CRACK!

The sound echoed around me as I rose towards my climax. I shuddered, my big boobs bouncing and heaving as Fayiz suckled hard on my clit. His strong lips felt so amazing around it. My cunt clenched, the pressure building in me.

The belt slipped from my hand and landed on the carpet. My back arched. His tongue slid over my bud. I gasped as the sparks showered through my cunt. My incestuous orgasm burst inside of me. I gasped as the most ecstasy I had ever felt swept through me.

“My Goddess!” I howled as my pussy gushed juices.

Cunt cream swept out of me. It was an incredible rush to have all this ecstasy surging out of me. I enjoyed every second of it. This wonderful heat burned through my body. Stars danced across my vision. I groaned, trembling through the bliss.

It was an outstanding rush. I shuddered, grinding my cunt on my son’s face as the rapture swept over my mind. I drowned in bliss as he licked at my twat. He gathered pussy juices.

“Mommy-Mistress!” Fayiz moaned between his licks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, savoring the feel of his tongue sliding through my folds. He lapped at my cunt with such hunger. He stirred me up. It was an incredible passion to have him feast on me. “My Goddess!”

I reached the peak of my orgasm, my pussy rippling and writhing. I trembled here, my heart pounding in my chest as my son licked and lapped at my cunt. He stroked his tongue over my folds. It was an incredible rush.

But I needed more.

I needed my son’s cock in me. I stared at Muktar’s dick. He was the size of my husband. I shuddered, wanting to feel my youngest in me. My good boy’s cock. He had taken his spanking, and I would reward him by working my twat up and down his cock.

“Oh, Muktar,” I moaned, “lie down on your back on the floor. Mommy’s going to use your cock to make me cum. I want to feel your jizz spurting in me. Maybe you’re going to breed your Mommy-Mistress. Mmm, how does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Mommy-Mistress,” he groaned and rose from the armrest.

His cock bobbed before him. That cute, little dick that made me lick my lips. He had such a yummy cock. I just had to enjoy him. Just had to savor every second of riding his cock. That would be an amazing moment to work my cunt up and down his dick. He stretched out on his back, adjusting his cute glasses. He was such a boy.

“Mommy is going to make you into a man,” I moaned. “An obedient man who always does what women want, especially his Mommy!”

He nodded. “I am, Mommy-Mistress.”

I pulled from Fayiz’s face, leaving my handsome son dripping in my pussy cream. I quivered as I stood over Muktar. I lowered myself to him, my big breasts jiggling. My husband had made me ride his cock so he could paw at my breasts. I knew I would enjoy this more. I was in charge.

A loud groan came from my daughter’s room. Then a feminine squeal. She was enjoying herself.

I pressed my pussy against my son’s dick. I was so glad that I kept my hairy bush shaved for hygienic reasons. It made this feel even more intimate as I rubbed my cunt against his dick. I slid up and down him, savoring his thick dick against me.

I reached the tip of his cock and pushed my cuntlips down on his tip. He groaned as I swallowed his dick. I sank down him, taking inch after inch of his dick. It felt incredible to do that. Just wonderful to swallow his cock. A fantastic delight to take every bit of him in me.

“Mommy-Mistress,” he gasped as I bottomed out on him.

“Mmm, Muktar, you’re back in your Mommy,” I cooed. “Back where you belong.”

I rubbed my hands up and down his boyish chest, loving his young dick in my pussy. I felt so wicked and wanton, enjoying his cock stretching out my pussy. He had such a nice one. Such a thick and amazing shaft that felt so wonderful in me.

Liberated from the shackles of my former life, I squeezed my cunt around my son’s cock and slid up him. He groaned with me as I massaged his shaft with my hot pussy. I quivered in delight as I glanced at Fayiz licking his lips.

“You’ve been a bad boy, too!” I purred. “Come here and kneel beside us. Mommy has to spank her naughty, naughty son!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he groaned and crawled forward, no longer defiant. No longer thinking he had the power in the house because he was nearly a man.

I stroked my hand over his rump and squeezed it as I worked my pussy up and down his brother’s dick. I drew back my hand, savoring working my snatch up and down my youngest son’s cock. I savored that forbidden rod being in me as I slapped my hand down on my eldest son’s rump.

SMACK!

I loved the sting across my palms as he grunted. I drew back to see his rump darkening where I spanked him. His big dick swayed between his thighs. I licked my lips, my big boobs bouncing as I kept riding my youngest son’s cock.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” I cooed and slapped my hand down again.

SMACK!

“Such a bad, bad boy! Who is in charge now?”

“You are, Mommy-Mistress,” groaned my son. “You and Jamila and every other woman!”

SMACK!

“Yes!” I groaned, loving spanking my son. My cunt melted around Muktar’s young dick. “That’s correct! Women! Your Mommy rules you!”

SMACK!

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress!” grunted Fayiz.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whimpered my youngest as I worked my cunt up and down his virgin dick.

The pleasure rippled through me as I worked my cunt up and down my youngest son. I loved the feel of his big dick in me. He stretched me out in such a wonderful way. I groaned, working my snatch up and down my youngest son’s dick.

SMACK!

I loved spanking the firm ass off my eldest son. He was so strong. I loved cracking my hand down on his rump as I rode his brother’s dick. My pussy clenched about Muktar’s shaft, my pleasures swelling in me.

SMACK!

“I’ll be good!” groaned Fayiz. “Oh, yes, yes, I’ll be the perfect son!”

SMACK!

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, you will be!” I moaned, savoring the feel of his brother’s dick in me. “Ooh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Just like that. That’s wondrous, Muktar. Mommy loves your cock!”

“I love your pussy, Mommy-Mistress!” gasped my youngest.

“This is where you came from,” I moaned.

SMACK!

I squeezed Fayiz’s burning rump and moaned, “You both came from Mommy’s womb. You both belong in my pussy! Pleasing me! Yes, yes, I’m going to cum on your cock, Muktar!”

“Please, Mommy-Mistress,” he gasped, his eye so wide and eager. “Please cum on my cock!”

“Such a good boy!” I moaned and plunged my cunt down his cock.

I shuddered at how amazing his dick felt in me. He had such a lovely cock. A delicious rod that made me quiver in delight. I groaned on him, my pussy clenching about his shaft. I wiggled my hips back and forth, reveling in his wonderful cock in me.

He groaned as I rode him faster and faster. My boobs heaved before me. They bounced over my son, his eyes locked on them. I groaned, my orgasm building and building in me. An even bigger one than Fayiz gave me.

This was so wonderful I whimpered, my cunt melting around my son’s cock. He shuddered as I slid up him. I plunged back down him, grinding my clit into his pubic mound. Sparks shot through me. Wonderful sparks that made me shiver.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as I engulfed my son’s cock. I whimpered and burst.

My incestuous orgasm swept through me. Wonderful heat surged through my body. I gasped, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. The ecstasy washed through my body. I moaned, my head shaking from side to side.

“Mommy-Mistress!” gasped Muktar. “Oh, Mommy-Mistress, your pussy!”

“Cum in me!” I moaned and slapped my hand down on his big brother’s rump.

SMACK!

My youngest erupted.

He came in a woman for the first time. He flooded my pussy with all his seed. I gasped, loving the feel of his hot jizz pumping into my writhing cunt. More ecstasy swept through me. Rapture consumed me. Even more of his spunk flooded my cunt.

My boobs heaved as my naughty cunt milked my son’s dick. I groaned, squeezing Fayiz’s ass as Muktar’s spunk pumped into my snatch. I shuddered there, my face twisting with delight. This heat burned through me. I loved it so much.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, Muktar. Your seed! Your flooding Mommy’s pussy!”

“So good!” he groaned, his face twisting with delight.

I quivered and leaned over my youngest son. My baby boy. My cunt wrung his cock dry as my body burned with euphoria. I kissed him, pressing my boobs into his chest. I squirmed on him as I felt so amazing. So rapturous.

I felt like a woman. Not chattel. Not a wife. A slave. I was a woman reveling in the pleasure her son gave her. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I owned him now. He was all mine. He and his brother belonged to me. I would use them.

I shuddered with the rapture of this moment as I kissed my son. His hands stroked up and down my back, growing bolder and bolder. He swept down to my rump. He squeezed my ass. I shuddered as this wild idea swept through my mind.

There was something just so wicked I could do. A way to enjoy both my sons at the same time.

Only a wanton mother who was liberated by the Goddess could even think of something as amazing as this. I shuddered in delight, so glad the idea brimmed in my mind. It filled me up with such wicked thoughts.

I broke the kiss and purred, “On your back, Fayiz, Mommy wants to ride your big dick now.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” my oldest said with such eagerness.

He rolled over onto his back, his big dick thrusting out over his belly. He was thicker and longer than Muktar. My motherly pussy clenched on my youngest son’s cock as I stared at my oldest’s. Such lust surged through me.

I slid off Muktar’s cock, loving the feel of him massaging my pussy walls. His cum filled me. His seed dripped out after him. My virgin son had pumped so much cum into me. I loved it. My big boobs swayed as I moved to mount his brother.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to be such a good boy for Mommy,” I purred as I threw my leg over him, jizz running down my thighs.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he roared as I scratched my fingernails down his chest. His eyes stared at my big tits. “Damn, you are so gorgeous.”

“Hotter than those whores you fuck?” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes watching my big boobs swaying back and forth. I shuddered and pushed my cunt down on his cock. This was such an exciting moment. I couldn’t wait to have both my sons in me. To take Muktar in my asshole.

I purred in delight as I slid my cunt down my son’s big dick. He was thicker than that pig. I had never taken something this big in my pussy. I quivered as I worked my sloppy twat slowly down my son’s impressive rod.

“Oh, yes, yes, Fayiz,” I groaned, my back arching and big boobs jiggling. “You are soooo impressive. Mommy loves your cock!”

“That’s good, Mommy-Mistress,” he groaned and shot his hands up. He boldly grabbed my big boobs. He squeezed them, a big grin on his face. I shuddered, loving how he gripped me. He massaged my big boobs. It was an incredible delight to have him playing with my tits. “Oh, yes, that’s amazing!”

I winked at him as he played with my tits. He wasn’t shy about them. I loved it as I squeezed my sloppy cunt around his cock. I trembled on him, loving this so much. My other son watched with this wide look behind his eyes. His dick was still hard.

I smiled at him and reached behind me. I spread apart my butt-cheeks. My virgin asshole quivered. I wanted to have him ram into me. Do something so perverted and depraved. I brushed my backdoor with my finger then pushed a finger into it.

“Oh, Muktar, Mommy needs your cock to go into this hole,” I moaned, my finger working deeper into my asshole. It felt so strange and wicked to work my digit in and out of my bowels. “Just ram your dick into my butthole. Mommy wants both her big boys in her body.”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” breathed my youngest.

“Anal is a treat, brother,” Fayiz said. “Enjoy our Mommy-Mistress’s asshole.”

“He will,” I breathed, pulling my finger out of my asshole.

Muktar moved on his knees behind me. I shuddered, Fayiz squeezing my big boobs. That felt so nice. It sent heat that rushed down to my cunt squeezing about his magnificent cock. I quivered here, so eager for all this pleasure.

My youngest pressed his wet cock into my butt-crack. I shuddered as he slid it down. He gasped when he found my puckered asshole just waiting for him to violate it. To penetrate into me and make me squeal in delight.

“That’s it,” I purred as he drilled his dick into me. “Just like that. Mmm, don’t be afraid of thrusting into me, Muktar. Mommy wants your cock!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress!” he groaned and thrust against my backdoor.

I quivered on him, feeling the way he thrust into me. His big dick stretched and stretched out my asshole. I shuddered, my face twisting in delight as he pushed and pushed against my backdoor. I whimpered, squeezing my cunt down on my other son’s cock as my anal ring widened.

The heat in my asshole burned as my son pushed harder. His cock drilled into my anal ring. He popped past my sphincter and buried into my bowels. I gasped as he groaned. He sank his cock into my velvety sheath.

“Mommy,” he groaned as he buggered me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned as he sank into me. “Oh, that’s incredible. I love it. I love this so much. Yes, yes, just slide that cock into my bowels. That’s incredible. I love it. Yes!”

His dick sank to the hilt in my anal sheath. He hugged my stomach, kissing at my shoulders. My little boy was growing up. He became a man thanks to me. My man. Both my sons were mine. Jamila could have my husband. That pig was hers.

These two studs were mine.

I was so full of my sons’ cocks. I loved having both their dicks in me. It was an incredible rush to have those big, thick shafts filling up my cunt. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring my anal sheath and pussy around their shafts. I felt so full.

I slid my cunt up Fayiz’s dick. He groaned and squeezed my boobs. I loved his strength kneading my tits as I worked up his forbidden cock. The taboo rush of having both my sons in me swept hot through my body.

“Yes,” I moaned as I plunged back down his cock. “Oh, Muktar, fuck Mommy’s asshole! Pump your hips! Help make her cum!”

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress!” he groaned and drew back his cock.

It was such music to my ears. The sounds of my son’s obedience. I loved it so much. I clenched my asshole down on his withdrawing cock. The heat rushed through me as he slammed back into me. His crotch smacked my rump.

I impaled my cunt down my eldest’s big dick. I loved how he stretched me out. He had such girth. I groaned, squeezing my bowels down on my son’s cock. He grunted as he fucked into me hard and fast. He buried into my asshole over and over again.

My boobs jiggled in Fayiz’s hands as I worked up his thick cock. I loved his girth stretching me out. It was a fantastic delight. Just magnificent to enjoy. I loved every moment of working my twat up and down his dick as his brother buggered me.

“Yes, yes, yes, my good boys!” I moaned, Muktar’s cock burying into my bowels. His nuts slapped at my taint.

I loved the feeling of his dick burying into my bowels as I worked my twat up and down his brother’s bigger cock. Fayiz moaned his face twisting with delight as he enjoyed the passion of my forbidden pussy.

He was back where he came from. In me once again. I loved the feel of that hot cock in me. It was wild having his dick stretching out my cunt. I worked up and down him as Muktar buried into my bowels over and over again.

I turned my head and moaned, “Just like that, Muktar. That’s how you fuck your Mommy’s asshole!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned, slamming deep and hard into my bowels.

I squeezed my anal sheath around him. I loved how he filled up my bowels. I reveled in his girth stretching me open over and over again. I would have such a big orgasm on his dick. Just cum so hard on his cock. A delicious ache grew and grew in me.

I worked my cunt up and down Fayiz’s dick. I impaled my twat down his shaft and rose back up him. It was fantastic to enjoy. Just a wondrous delight to plunge my cunt down his big dick. He had such a wondrous cock. And so did Muktar.

“Kiss me, Muktar,” I moaned as he pumped away at my bowels.

“Yes, Mommy-Mistress,” he whimpered.

My son kissed me over my shoulder. I shuddered, loving the feel of his cock hammering my bowels. I squeezed my twat down around my eldest son’s dick as I slid up him. He groaned, his thumbs sweeping over my nipples.

Pleasure zapped down to my cunt slamming down his dick. I whimpered into the kiss with Muktar, reveling in my boys bringing me closer and closer to erupting. To bursting on their big dicks and feeling their cum jetting into my holes.

I rode my son’s big dick faster and faster, my body quivering as Muktar buried into my asshole. He moaned into my lips, kissing me with such passion. His tongue thrust into my mouth. I played with it, feeling so wonderful.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Fayiz groaned, squeezing my big boobs.

I loved this so much.

I rose faster and faster to my orgasm, sliding my cunt up and down my son’s big dick. Muktar hammered my asshole. The twin frictions, one silky and one velvety, swirled through my nethers. My orgasm built and built.

It would be so magnificent to cum on their cocks.

Just so deliciously wicked.

I ground my clit into Fayiz’s pubic hair on every downstroke of his cock. I loved how the sparks sizzled through me. I whimpered into my youngest son’s lips. I kissed him with passion. He moaned into my mouth as he hammered my asshole.

He fucked me hard. Fast.

I loved his enthusiasm. I quivered, so close to bursting now.

I broke the kiss with Muktar to gasp out, “Yes!”

I impaled my cunt down Fayiz’s dick as Muktar thrust to the hilt in my bowels. I exploded.

My taboo orgasm swept through my liberated flesh. I howled out in ecstasy as my holes writhed around both their cocks. The powerful rapture swept through me like a hot wind surging through my body. It howled over my mind.

I gasped and groaned, stars bursting behind my eyes. It was an incredible rush to have this pleasure howling through me. I groaned, my cunt and asshole rippling around their flesh. I suckled at him. I nursed with everything that I had.

It was outstanding. I loved every moment of it. My body bucked as my asshole rippled and writhed around Muktar’s thrusting dick. My cunt convulsed around Fayiz’s big shaft. He squeezed my breasts, his face twisting with delight.

“Mommy-Mistress!” he growled.

His cock erupted.

I gasped as his hot cum pumped into my writhing cunt.

“Oh, Mommy-Mistress!” gasped Muktar as he buried into my spasming asshole. “Yes!”

Two streams of cum fired into my holes. My sons dumped their passion into me. I bucked as I reveled in their cocks pumping blast after blast of their jizz into my holes. It was an incredible rush to have their seed flooding me.

My holes writhed around my sons’ spurting dicks. I gasped, my cunt and asshole milking their shafts. I worked out the jizz in their balls. I wanted it all flooding me. Just spurting into my body again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my entire body quivering with the delight of this moment. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s wondrous. My Goddess!”

“Mommy-Mistress!” Muktar gasped as he pumped more and more of his seed into my bowels.

“Oh, damn, Mommy-Mistress,” Fayiz panted as he fired one last time into my cunt! “That’s amazing!”

“Yes, it is,” I purred, feeling so loved by my sons. So full of their passion. I grinned, hearing the grunts from my daughter’s room.

I felt so amazing. Just delighted to have all this jizz flooding into my body. My sons had filled me with their cum. I smiled, savoring their new place. I rose off their cocks, shuddering at the friction. They both popped out of me.

I stood over them as they stared up at me with obedient eyes. I grinned at them. “I want this house spotless! Go! Now!”

They jumped to obey. Just the way men should for women. It was perfect.

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Director Stantis could feel the cowardice.

The Agency Executive Board were all spineless bureaucrats. They loved making their rules and imposing their will on the country, but this was making them nervous. Assassinating these pyschers despite how much of it was necessary.

“We could use poison,” suggested one analyst, a slender man who stood in the back. “It would be hard to get close to them, but if we poisoned the municipal water supply.”

“We’d kill thousands, hundreds of thousands,” gasped a woman, her head paling. She glanced at the director. “That’s too much collateral damage.”

“So the nukes are out,” Director Stantis said offhandedly. He meant it as a joke, but more than a few shocked and sickened faces stared at him.

It might actually come to that.

“How about we use special forces,” said the analyst. “We give them the headbands, send them in at night. They can assault from helicopters. None of the pyschers have any defenses. In moments, we could have them killed.”

“Can we trust special forces to kill US citizens?” asked a man to Director Stantis’s right. “They are usually patriotic. They might have a hard time with it.”

“Call them terrorists,” said another. “A threat to national security.”

“The headbands have weaknesses,” the woman said. She represented the Department of Justice. “We’ve lost agents to them when they’re removed.”

“We’ve lost an entire Air Force Base!” growled the bluff-faced man from the Defense Intelligence Agency, part of the pentagon.”

“We evacuated the planes and critical equipment,” said the woman. “We can’t take risks.”

“A drone strike then,” the analyst said. “You can’t mind-control a drone operator who’s hundreds of miles away.”

The woman leaned back. “It’s illegal to do this.”

“We’re beyond legality,” said Director Stantis. “We can’t worry about an existential crisis. We put a pair of hellfire missiles on each pyscher’s home, and we’ll have saved America. Our plans can continue. Progress can be achieved, but not so long as those freaks are spreading their domination.”

“Have we had any luck in tracking down the source?” asked the representative of the CIA. “If we could get our hands on that technology…”

Greedy nods spread through the room.

“We can do both,” Director Stantis said. He hoped to find out more about this Institute of Apotheosis Research. “Let’s vote.”

To be continued…

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