The afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's silk curtains as I lounged in my room, spoiled rotten by my billionaire adoptive mother. At seven feet of pure power—thin, muscular frame tapering into an ass and breasts that defied gravity—she ruled our world in that ever-present black niqab, her voice a velvet command that made me weak. Today, she'd been praying in the grand hall, her massive ass arched perfectly in prostration. I'd snapped a secret photo, and now here I was, cock hard in my fist, stroking furiously while moaning, 'Mommy... oh fuck, Mommy.'
The door exploded inward. She stood there, niqab framing eyes sharp as daggers, her gigantic curves straining against flowing robes. 'Son,' she said, voice dripping with wit and steel, 'is that my ass in your sweaty little hand? How original. Most boys jerk to fantasies; you need proof of your own mother's prayer pose.'
I froze, panting, my small cock twitching under her gaze. 'Mommy, please—'
'Please what? Relieve your pathetic dog self?' She kicked the door shut, striding forward with athletic grace. 'Look at that tiny thing—hard? Barely. A billionaire's son reduced to this? Pathetic. Get over that crush of yours immediately. Never speak to her again. Understood?'
'Yes, Mommy,' I begged, horny and dripping. 'Please relieve me, your dog. I'm so wet for you—'
She laughed, sharp and seductive, yanking my hand away. Her fingers wrapped my cock, jerking with expert rhythm, making me sweat and pant. 'Son, this cock is mine to toy with. Cum for Mommy if you must, but remember your place.' Precum leaked as she worked me, ass swaying hypnotically.
'Please, Mommy,' I gasped, 'let me eat your ass... fuck your ass. I'm begging.'
Her eyes gleamed behind the niqab. 'Bold, son. But first, prove you mean it—no more crushes. Now, on your knees.' She turned, robes parting to reveal that massive, muscular ass, pussy already wet and dripping with her own heat. The air thickened with tension, her strong hands guiding me closer as my cock throbbed, ready for the explosion to come.
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