So a confession, before I settled down with my paki hubby, I wasn’t your typical good innocent Asian Muslim girl and got up to no good constantly. My parents and my family would never have suspected in a million years that I had a very seedy double kinky life that I loved and indulged it as much as I could. As much as I hated it, I decided to not to upset my family and went along with an arranged marriage with a man from Pakistan when I was 24. I’m not here to explain why I did and I wont lie, it was more a question of preserving my secrets at the time, and I regretted it and wanted to divorce him within the first week but I realised that being in the marriage and living a double life was just another turn on for me and I quickly found a way to continue my kinky life life and my husband became another person I enjoyed lying to and deceiving. Anyway the reason I mention this will become clear soon, but being a Pakistani woman born in UK coming and from a religious family, usually means a sheltered life and a boring one. Luckily I was and still am super gorgeous and that gave me a confidence to experiment with many things which I kept from everyone close to my family. I have been in porn, escorted, partied hard and fucked so many hot white kinky guys and girls that eventually I got off on the lying. With my hubby, it was even more risky and fun. Especially seeing that I have a son and daughter with him which believe me was the worst two nights of sex I wish upon no woman. I would never let a man like him fuck me in normal circumstances….
Anyway I have been playing the good wife and hijab wearing cunt so well over the years, that my hubby doesn’t still know that my son isn’t actually his, and even my kids had no idea what I got upto in my spare time when they were growing up.
My son is 18 now and going on 19, and luckily for me in the last few years the hubby is spending upto half a year in Pakistan which gives me a lot of free time.
I have a massive fetishwear collection of leather and latex pvc boots and rubber that I have in a locked wardrobe in the house that until recently was never discovered by the kids or my hubby. Well it was locked until a few weeks ago when my son got back from his first term at uni for xmas that’s when I noticed that something was off. After my son went back in Jan, I was going to meet one of my long term friends and fellow perv, for a fetish filled kink night the weekend after, and my new rubber outfit had arrived. I had gone to put it away in the locked wardrobe when I had realised although still locked, someone had been through my clothes as nothing was in the place it should have been. I also noticed my stash of weed and a few grams of coke were missing from the supply I kept in there.
After a the great night at Tortue garden, I had almost forgotten the incident, until my son randomly came home in October and decided he was gonna stay 2 weeks. A couple of days in, I noticed that a big cumstain on my leather jacket and a pair of thigh high boots and a noted which had scribbled on ‘I know your secrets’
I knew my son was probably the culprit and but I wanted to make sure before I said or did anything. My priority at that point was to make certain that he kept it from his dad and that would ensure I could keep having fun and my son could too.
I was seeing more and more of my fetishwear being moved every couple of days and I began noticing that some of my leather jackets and boots in particular once again had new cumstains, but it was the stench of dried piss on of one my tight biker jackets, when I knew that for sure my son also probably had a bit of a fetish developing. I didn’t mind at all, about the piss or cumstains, but I noticed again a gram of coke was missing from my secret coke stash and also some ecstasy. I was a little annoyed at that, as I was planning yo take some of the coke that evening as I had plans.
I took a few lines of the coke that was left, and once it hit me, I found myself very turned on by what was happening with my son. He had disappeared out for the evening so I texted him to ask if he was going back to uni this weekend and what time he’d be back tonight. With the coke and adrenaline pumping, I headed to his room, and snooped around his drawers to see if I could find anything to confirm my suspicions.
I found some rizla and weed bags but nothing else until I look at his laptop. He hadn’t closed it down properly and there was no password when I turned it on so I realised I was able to look through his files with ease. Now I’m a very kinky bitch and have few limits sex wise, but with my own son, even tho he isn’t my hubby’s offspring, he has been raised by his values and I had to play along in that regard so as to keep my own secrets safe. I just saw my son becoming a very moral boring Muslim man who lived a straight and narrow life, and suddenly I was very turned on by the fact, he may not be. I went upstairs and did a few more lines, and My son replied to my text to tell me he wasn’t going to be home until the next morning.
I realised I had all this time to myself, so I ordered more coke, and then got out of the stupid hijab and Indian clothes I had on, and decided to get into my leather jeans, boots and jacket. I headed back to his room, coked up, extremely horny and leathered up, to look through his laptop.
I looked in his documents folder and found scores of pictures of older women in leather and other fetish outfits. I then found another folder which had pictures of dominant women too.
Now I looked in his internet, praying that he did not clear his history. I was in luck and hit pay dirt. There was loads of looks at leather and fetish sites, but what I was really looking for was anything to do with incest.
Bingo, I found a whole host of sites, there were several mom, son stories he had looked at, as well as searches for moms in leather. I also found an incest chatroom and because I entered through his history I got past any passwords. I looked at his profile and found several pictures he had taken of my leather clothing. No doubt he was sharing these pics with others on the site.
I looked at his chat log, and found a guy he had been chatting with I clicked on his name “mom fucker” and the list of past chats came up. Before I started to read it I went and got my vibrator.
I was amazed and so turned on, as I read what these two boys were chatting about. What really struck me, was my son was clearly disappointed for years at me and moaned how lucky his friend was to have such a kinky mum. My cunt dripped as I read his messages from the summer before he left for uni, and his excitement at finding my gear and the drugs.
I ended up fucking my cunt on my sons bed and I left a massive wet patch as I squirted when I hit my climax. My son had also generously shared his cock pics and body pics and I was very pleased at his physique and his endowment.
I decided I would treat my son to an outfit of his own as he was desperate to start his own wardrobe but couldn’t as he needed the money while at uni. I ordered him some stuff from amazon. I was in so much excitement but had to be acting normal for my daughter when she got home. I couldn’t tho and spent every minute outside of being the good mother getting things together or ready for tomorrow.
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I had everything I needed for my plan in my room, and had made clear to my son when he had woken up in the afternoon, I needed to talk to him tonight so he wasn’t to go anywhere this evening. I did the final thing of making food for the three of us, and just had to wait for my daughter to eat her supper first and go into her room.
I was too coked up when my son was eating so told him to come up to me when he was finished eating. Back in my room I dropped my robe and slipped on a simple black satin chemise. I then looked through my leather skirts, and chose a black one that came to mid-thigh. I pulled the cold leather up my legs thinking that I should also wear some hold up stockings too, which I did. I chose a leather bolero jacket to go with this look as it would show off the chemise.
The hardest choice was the boots as I did not want to go for the full hooker look yet, just classy and sexy. Finally I picked a pair with three inch heels, and came just below my knees. I put on some make-up and took a look in the mirror. For posterity I took a selfie of my reflection in the mirror.
I took a deep breath and a last slug of my wine, lit a cig and snorted a line, and text him to come upstairs when he had finished the dishes. I let the booze and cocaine rush my mind with depraved thoughts and the thrill of actually for the first time in decades, risking exposing my own secrets to the people I knew would never accept them, was liberating. My daughter was still in her room, and imagine what she would think while sat in her fucking hijab in her room, what her mother was really like. I smoked the cig and turned on the tv and my laptop, and connected a hard drive which contained some of the fetish porn I loved and some I had been in. What a good Muslim daughter wife and mother I am, I thought to myself, and laughed at the thought. I sent a message to my hubby to further excite me, asking him how he was and that we missed him, knowing full I didn’t.
I had my sons new outfit laid out on the bed, and I was turned on imagining him in it. My cunt and my mind were driving me crazy with lust, when I heard the footsteps of a son who wanted to fuck me and also probably hated the fact I had kept such a huge secret from him. He knocked and let himself in, as I exhaled the last pull of my cig before putting it out.
I looked at him, and his eyes were wide open as he processed the scene before him. He was frozen at the door, before the look changed to lust and admiration. ‘Close the door’ I said sternly ‘I want to talk to you’, mostly for my daughters benefit so she wouldn’t disturb us. He closed the door and continued to look at me in all my fetishwear.
‘So, I think we have a few things to discuss’ I winked at him. ‘Pour me a glass of wine’ I passed my cup to him and motioned to the table where the bottle of wine was, as well as my little cocaine mirror and 2 bags of coke. He poured the drink as I spoke ‘I like the little note you left me’, he passed me the wine ‘among the other things you left me too’ I took the glass and had a sip. I could see his cock bulging in his shorts ‘its ok I’m not angry baby, I went through your things too and found out a lot of secrets of yours’
Then he did something that turned me on, and made me have more respect for him than I have ever had for well my hubby or father, and I knew then my son was more alpha and pervy than I thought. He snorted a line of coke and then turned around and looked at me ‘mum you look fucking gorgeous’ he paused ‘fuck it, yes I have been going through your fetish clothes and left you the note’ he stopped and then we both smiled ‘and wanking and pissing on my gear’ I finished for him and passed him a cig.
‘Did you go through my laptop Mum?’ He said, ‘I cant help it when I’ve had a line, my mind just gets depraved’ I loved his forwardness ‘you dirty boy, what would your father think, knowing you want to fuck me’ and then I got up to have a line myself ‘I got something for you’ and showed him his outfit. He stripped there and then, and I could see that I was in for a treat as his 9in cock slowly throbbed and grew and I could see the pleasure he got as his fetish was finally indulged as he wore each item.
When he was dressed, he walked to the table and snorted a line in front of me and his fit arse in leather was delicious. I didn’t notice he had got his cock out when he turned to face me
I could not stop myself licking my lips in anticipation. But to get him really hard I decided to press my boots together and get him to put his cock between them.
Once I could feel his cock through the leather of my boots I decided it was time for a chat.
“Sam darling very slowly, I want you to fuck my boots” I saw his eyes widen at the sound of me using the “fuck” word and using the shortened version of his name. The one his father hated.
“Well Sam here we are doing what I am sure neither of us thought would ever happen in a million years. But there has to be a few ground rules. Firstly, you are to take off any passwords on your pc and never clear the history. It made mommy wet, reading what you had written. And you must not ever show my face when you share my pictures. Lastly keep your mouth shut we could be put in prison for this, keep quiet, and mommy will be the slut you always fantasised about. Deal?”
My son nodded his agreement, so I upped the anti. “Now stand up and let mommy taste that wonderful cock.”
He stood up close to my face and the cock bobbed across my face. I was so turned on, I felt so alive, so naughty, and oh so slutty. I took hold of his cock and brought it to my lips, licking the end with my tongue.
The taste of my sons pre cum was so sweet and tasty, and so plentiful. In my hand, I could feel him throb and knew he would not last long. At least we had all night and a young man like him should not take too long to recover.
I marvelled at his cock now I was so close to it. It was indeed a ten incher. “Oooh what a lucky slutty mommy” I thought as I sealed my ruby lips around the big crimson cockhead.
I could smell the aroma I never realised I had missed so much. The aroma of a mans groin and cock. I moved the cockhead between my lips, making him fuck just my lips for now. I could feel more pre cum drip onto my tongue as I did this. I was in heaven, and buzzing as it was so sexy and depraved.
I began to slide my lips up and down his cock, taking him further and further into my mouth. I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment “when you are ready to cum force your cock as deep down mommy’s throat as you can and hold her head there hunni”
I went back to sucking on his throbbing ten incher, slipping my fingers into my pussy. I felt his cock starting to pulse and knew it wouldn’t be long now.
He put his hands on the back of my head, and I took a deep breath, ready for him to force me to deep throat him. Then it happened, he pushed my head towards his groin. I tried to gag, spittle came out of the corners of my mouth, and my eyes watered. God I wanted this, to be used like a slut, by my own son.
I was now having to breathe through my nose, but still not getting enough oxygen. I do not know whether it was that, or the depravity of it all but I was getting light headed.
Just as I thought I was going to pass out with my son bucking his groin against my face. Cock to the hilt in my face, he began to cum.