Kak Zainab and Fira settled into the living room for a weekend chat. Fira, bubbling with excitement, began, "Umi, Angah's started a side hustle, you know."
Zainab raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? Good for him, trying to earn extra. What's he doing?"
Fira's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Angah's selling *minyak lintah*, Umi!"
Zainab's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. "Really, Fira?"
"Yeah, Umi! He even posts demo videos on Twitter!"
Zainab's voice rose, laced with disbelief. "So, you're telling me you've seen Angah's... you've seen his *batang zakar*?!"
Fira giggled, unfazed. "Yeah, Umi! And it's huge! His *kantung telur* are massive, too!"
Zainab felt a wave of shock wash over her. Her son, Rizal, was selling *minyak lintah* online, showcasing his... assets. The thought was almost too much to bear.
"Want to see the video, Umi?" Fira asked, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Zainab's heart hammered against her ribs. A strange mix of horror and morbid curiosity battled within her. Fira pulled out her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she cued up the video. The image flickered to life, displaying Rizal demonstrating the application of the oil.
Zainab froze, her breath catching in her throat. There it was, in all its glory: Rizal's *zakar*, engorged and glistening under the camera's gaze. The two women sat in stunned silence, each swallowing hard.
Zainab's mind drifted back to Raya, not long ago. Rizal, clad in his *baju melayu*, had foregone the traditional *sampin*. She remembered catching sight of a significant bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Fira's voice cut through her thoughts. "Remember during Raya, Umi? Rizal didn't wear a *sampin*. I could see the large bulge on his crotch."
Zainab met her daughter's gaze, a slow nod acknowledging the shared memory. In that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. Both women, consumed by forbidden thoughts, conjured a shared fantasy. They imagined themselves, kneeling before Rizal, their throats eagerly engulfing his impressive cock, draining every last drop from his swollen balls.
Later that night, sleep eluded Zainab. The image of Rizal, from the video and from Raya, replayed endlessly in her mind. She tossed and turned, her body thrumming with a desire she dared not acknowledge.
Unbeknownst to her, Fira was experiencing the same torment. The forbidden fruit of her brother's sexuality had taken root in her mind, blossoming into a potent and irresistible craving.
Driven by an irresistible impulse, Zainab crept towards Rizal's room. As she reached his door, she found Fira standing there, her hand hovering over the handle. A flicker of surprise, followed by a knowing glint, passed between them. They shared the same dark desire, the same burning need to taste the forbidden.
Together, mother and daughter slipped silently into Rizal's room. The scene that greeted them was almost too perfect to be true. Rizal lay sprawled on his bed, clad only in his briefs. The mountainous bulge between his muscular thighs was impossible to ignore. It pulsed with a life of its own, a beacon calling to their deepest desires.
Both women gasped simultaneously, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The sight of Rizal's meat, laid bare before them, sent shivers down their spines.
Carefully, reverently, they knelt beside his bed, positioning their faces mere inches from his bulging package. The air hung thick with Rizal's musky, masculine scent, emanating from his crotch. The aroma was intoxicating, triggering a primal response within them. Their *quims* quivered, slick with anticipation. They were so fortunate, blessed with the opportunity to savour this fresh meat.
Rizal, lost in the depths of slumber, remained oblivious to the presence of his mother and sister.
The situation was too much. Their hands, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, reached for the waistband of Rizal's briefs. With a slow, deliberate tug, they pulled the garment down, revealing the prize beneath.
Rizal's package bobbed into view, a plump shaft crowned with a mushroom-shaped head. Below, two sizable, bloated testicles hung heavy and full. Both women silently thanked Allah for this incredible stroke of luck. They imagined the thick, creamy cum that would surely erupt from those magnificent balls.
Soon enough, Rizal's briefs lay discarded on the floor. Without hesitation, Zainab lunged forward, her lips fastening onto the mushroom tip. She suckled and licked, her tongue tracing the sensitive slit, a combination of licks and sucks that jolted Rizal awake.
At the same time, Fira was busy with her own task, suckling on both of her brother's meaty nutsack, trying to swallow them whole.
Rizal, initially shocked and disoriented, quickly realised the impossibility of escape. He lay back, quivering in a daze, as his thighs were spread apart by the two most important women in his life. They were determined to get a better position to devour his treasure. He could feel their tongues on every inch of his package, even his taint. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over him, making his entire body tremble.
The sounds of Fira and Zainab's slurps and swallows, punctuated by Rizal's moans of delirious ecstasy, echoed throughout the room, creating a symphony of forbidden pleasure.
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