Chapter 67: Her Son Shares His Two Arab MILFs

Mrs. Abigail Carter – Day Sixty-Four
I strode into the house near eleven AM.

“Hey, Mommy,” my daughter, Debbie, said as I came in the house. “Did you have a fun date night!”

“I did,” I said as she was heading out the door. “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, going to the mall with Kylie,” she said. “Mrs. Charleston is driving us.”

“That’s nice of her,” I said. I had spent the night with Tanisha, this gorgeous Black girl. Twenty-two and so tasty. “Has your brother returned home?”

“No,” she said. “He just vanished yesterday. He’s been doing that more and more. His sex slaves all get mopey when he’s not around.”

I noticed that as I spotted some of them in the living room. “And your father?”

“Um, he spent the night with Brat,” said my daughter. “I think they’re still sleeping.”

I sighed. He shouldn’t be doing that, but I could hardly complain with having a late morning with my lover. I moved through the house naked and found an apron. I had to start working on my morning cleaning.

I found Sarai already cleaning. She was in her maid’s uniform. This was her house before my son bought it and Sarai herself from her husband. She was now happy to clean it, but I helped her. She did looked so delicious in her sexy uniform.

“Morning, Mistress,” she cooed as she turned off the vacuum cleaner. She was in the master bedroom. “Did you have a wonderful date?”

“I did,” I said. “What have you not cleaned?”

“I was about to work on the bathrooms,” she said. “And I have the kitchen and the dusting to do. But you don’t have to help, Mistress.”

“Of course I do,” I said. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

She smiled at me and turned back on the vacuum cleaner.

I headed to the kitchen and cleaned it, scrubbing all the surfaces. I wanted my house to be clean. With so many people, that was hard. I emptied the dishwasher and added the collection in the sink to it. I hummed and started the load. I mopped the floor and headed back into the living room.

I dusted the living room, flicking the fuzzy duster around. I gathered up all the dust when it was getting to lunchtime. Not sure when my son would be back, I made lunch for everyone. By now, my husband was in the living room watching the game.

I made him a sandwich, too. I was his wife, even if I couldn’t stand him. Well, that wasn’t true. I just didn’t want to have sex with him. I never did. My son was the only man who could use my pussy. It was tattooed on my pubic mound.

Sandwiches were eaten. I was just in the process of wiping down the counters again when the front door opened.

“It’s Master!” his harem of sex slaves squealed. “Master! Master! Sahib! Master!”

They all rushed to greet him. I smiled and took off my apron. I came out into the living room and found that he was back with two Arab women that were naked. They were the beauties who sent me those sexy pictures of them lying in bed with my son.

“Mmm, there’s my lovely sex slaves,” my son said and started kissing them. He started with Bitch and ended with Brat. Then he smiled at me. “Mom.”

“Oh, those two sexy women,” I cooed. “It’s ... Ayesha and Majda, right?”

The two women nodded. I knew Majda, the one on the right, was an imam’s wife. That was like a preacher’s wife. That was a hot idea. They were both sexy with dusky-brown bodies, their breasts large and soft.

They both were shaved. That was so interesting. Did my son ask them to do that?

My pussy tingled. My hands massaged my breasts as I asked, “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, we had some lunch before coming over,” he said, his hands on both women’s asses. “I was thinking that I wanted to see you fuck them, Mom, and, well, why wait?”

“Why wait indeed,” I said and strode to the stairs.

“Your mother is quite bold,” said Ayesha. “My, my, she rules this house.”

“Of course she does,” my son said. “Hey, Dad. How’s the game?”

“We’re losing,” my husband answered. “Fucking new kid they recruited that’s supposed to be an amazing quarterback has thrown two interceptions.” He groaned. “Come on, fucking defense. Shit, they’re going to score a TD at this rate.”

I rolled my eyes. I never liked sports. I reached the second floor and swayed down the hallway. I passed Sarai as she was cleaning Debbie’s room. I entered the master bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large Jacuzzi-style tub in the master bedroom.

It was fun to relax in there with my son or a sexy woman.

Or both.

I turned around, and the two Arab women were on me. They both cupped my breasts and ducked their heads down. I groaned at the warmth of their mouths around my nipples. They suckled hard. My pussy clenched as they loved my nipples.

What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

They swirled their tongues around my nubs. My cunt clenched at the powerful suction. They were driving me wild. I groaned at the heat of this moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored how they nursed on me.

They were such wonderful creatures. My son loved the sight. He wanted to watch, did he? Ayesha and Majda both suckled on me, their black hair flowing free. No hijab. Didn’t they have to wear them? Or did my son using them this way?

It was hot.

They pushed me back onto the bed. I groaned in delight as I stretched on my back, my pussy on fire. The two women both nuzzled up to my lips. The three of us shared a kiss. It was a wild feeling, plump lips on me. I groaned, making out with them. I was so turned on.

It was just a wicked moment. The heat washed through me. I shuddered at this moment as we kissed. It was just so delicious. Then they broke apart, and the pair of them were glancing at my son. He had something in mind.

I noticed he also had Sarai sucking on his dick. I missed when our maid had come in to worship his dick. She suckled on him, dressed in that sexy outfit of hers. Then my vision was blocked as Majda, the imam’s wife, straddled my head.

“You came in her pussy before you entered the house,” I groaned in delight at the wonderful surprise that was in the married woman’s pussy. A thick glob of my son’s cum dripped out of her pussy and landed on my lips. I licked it up, tasting the tangy flavor of her cunt.

Then she planted her pussy on my face.

I groaned and licked at her sloppy snatch. I feasted on her tangy twat, gathering up that salty delight. She moaned, her dusky rump clenching before my face. It was a beautiful thing to see as the other Arab wife pressed my legs apart.

She nuzzled in to feast on my cunt.

I loved the sensuality of Ayesha’s lips nuzzling at my cunt. She licked up and down my slit. It was an incredible treat to have them licking at me. I shivered through that wonderful sensation. My back arched as those tongues lapped at me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, savoring that delicious tongue lapping at my cunt. “Mmm, you two are so delicious.”

“As are you,” purred Ayesha into my cunt.

I tongue the sloppy snatch on my face, devouring the Muslim woman’s cunt. She groaned as I stroked through her hot petals. I gathered up the spunk. I loved all that salty jizz. It was incredible. I squeezed my thighs down on that wonderful head, licking at my cunt. It felt so amazing.

I was in heaven here.

More of my son’s spunk spilled out of Majda’s pussy. I licked up that wonderful delight. I gathered it all up, feasting on her with such passion. It was great to have all that delicious spunk spilling out of her. Ayesha feasted on my cunt with such enthusiasm.

She licked up and down my slit. I groaned in delight, my thighs squeezing around the Arab wife’s head. They were both married sluts. That made this so hot. I was so glad to enjoy this delight. I licked and lapped at that wonderful cunt.

My son’s jizz stopped tricking out of her.

I had to find it.

“Oh, oh, yes!” gasped Majda. “Your mother is so eager to lick me clean!”

“She loves my cum,” my son groaned. “Damn, that’s good, Mrs. Rosenbaum. Suck my dick!”

I swirled my tongue around in her tangy twat and found my son’s salty cum. I gathered that out of her, savoring this moment. I stroked around in her with such enthusiasm to find every last drop of my son’s seed. It was incredible to feast on her like this.

I licked up every last drop of spunk that I could from her. Gravity helped. It wasn’t long before there was just her tangy pussy cream. I shuddered, my own cunt melting. Ayesha devoured me with such enthusiasm.

“Oh, oh, Tony, I love worshiping your mother’s pussy,” Ayesha moaned. “I’m going to make her cum!”

“That’s right,” growled my son. “Shit, shit, keep sucking, Mrs. Rosenbaum.”

Majda tasted so good. I fluttered my tongue through her folds, gathering up all that wonderful cum. I fluttered through her folds as she squirmed on me. At the same time, the other Arab wife attacked my clit. She licked at my bud.

I squealed in delight, my back arching as she licked me there. I was having a wonderful time here. I suckled on Majda’s bud. She moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching before my face. She squirmed her shaved pussy on my lips.

“Oh, oh, Abigail,” she moaned. “Mmm, Tony, your mother is incredible. Thank you for sharing us with her.”

“My mother deserves the best pussies,” Tony growled. “Fuck, yes!”

He erupted. Sarai swallowed his cum.

That was so hot to hear. My own orgasm built and built from Ayesha’s nibbling lips. She teased my clit. She drove me wild. I loved the way she did that to me. I trembled, rising and rising toward the moment when I would cum.

I would just burst into delight. I whimpered, my tongue stroking through some delicious cunt. I licked at that hot pussy, loving the pleasure of this moment. My orgasm built and built. I attacked Majda’s clit with my tongue as Ayesha nursed on my bud.

The pressure burst in me.

“Yes! “I gasped into Majda’s pussy as my orgasm swept through me.

“Oh, oh, Abigail!” she moaned. “Yes!”

She drowned me in her pussy cream.

I licked through her folds, gathering up all her tangy passion. My own cunt gushed juices, drowning Ayesha. She licked through my folds. She gathered up that passion. I trembled through my ecstasy, so happy here.