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#Abuse #Incest #Pregnancy #Teen
By Jism786
I’m back bitches 👻. Shabana’s pedo saga continues with more added fun and a new toy for her to play with.
(Read one of my previous stories, ‘Pedo Pregnant Mom – 3’ for continuity)
I was nearing my delivery date and the house was buzzing with preparations. Urmi was busy with the cooking and cleaning, ensuring everything was perfect for my husband’s return. She had no idea of the secret games I had played with her son, but the thought of it sent shivers down my spine every time I saw her. I felt guilty, but my lust had taken over.
Sajad’s (my husband) return was always unpredictable. And after my pregnancy, they had become more prolonged, as if he was doing his best to ignore me while continuing to womanize outside. His phone calls were less frequent and his messages were mostly about his duties and not about me. I was left with my own devices, my thoughts and my friend’s child to satisfy my needs.
If you asked me, I was not really bothered by Sajad’s disinterest in me. In fact I realized I actually preferred him being away more and more, because it meant more time with Krishna. With Urmi. With myself, exploring my newfound sexuality. With no one to judge. The anticipation of finally having Krishna as I had planned grew stronger each day. The idea of him fucking his mother was so tantalizing, so deliciously wrong that I could feel my heart racing just thinking about it.
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The delivery went normally, or as normal as a pregnancy with a cheating husband could go. Sajad did come home, but only to show his face and check on the baby before leaving again. His coldness towards me was palpable, and I felt a strange sense of relief. It meant that my secret life with Krishna could continue, uninterrupted by his suspicion.
My baby on the other hand, was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. But even as I held her in my arms, my thoughts strayed to Krishna. The way he had looked at me when I had last touched him, the way his small hands had felt against my skin, the way he had licked me clean after I had finished with him. I had to have him again. And I knew he wanted it too.
While cooing along with the baby, surrounded by family, Urmi and Krishna in the hospital, Sajad came back the second day with a teenage boy beside him. “Shabana, this is my distant nephew, Hamid. He’ll be staying with us for a while to help out around the house.”
“Hello Hamid,” I said softly, rocking the baby as I sized him up. He was about Krishna’s age, but taller and with more meat in his bones, and with a look of innocence that seemed feminine to me. “Welcome to our home.”
And by god, was he shy. The poor soul looked like he had seen a ghost when he saw my exposed tits and my baby suckling on the other. I had to hide my grin behind a smile of motherhood, as I saw his eyes widen and look away immediately. He had definitely never seen a woman’s bare chest before. I knew that the sight of my breasts was going to stick in his mind like glue on paper.
What I didn’t know was that Hamid was sort of spoken for already, by none other than my aloof hubby, Sajad.
It had been a few months now since I had birthed little Fatima, and Hamid had settled into our household quite comfortably. I hadn’t acted on my impulses yet, but the way he would look at me when he thought no one was watching made my pussy wet every single time. He was like my little shadow, eager to help with Fatima and often finding reasons to be near me.
Urmi had taken Krishna to visit her hometown, so they’d be gone for a while. It was a dull moonless night when passing by Hamid’s room, I heard grunts and muffled whimpers. Peeking through the keyhole, I saw Hamid on his stomach in bed, his hands pinned above his head as Sajad fucked him mercilessly.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement, as I closed my mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping. I watched in disbelief as my husband took his young nephew roughly from behind, the bed creaking with every thrust. The scene was raw, animalistic, and somehow, incredibly arousing. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, I watched the two of them shamelessly, not wanting to intervene.
‘Sajad likes little boys?? Since when…I thought he only whored around with other women,’ I mused to myself as I watched the scene unfold. Hamid’s eyes were clenched shut, seemingly enjoying the rough treatment, with his little cock standing at full mast as he took his uncle’s dick. The sight was too much to handle, I felt my clit pulse and my juices flowing.
‘Uck, shit…did I just wet my pants?’ I thought to myself as I felt the trickle of my juices running down my inner thighs. I stepped away from the door, took a few deep breaths to calm myself and before peeking in again.
Sajad was looking around nervously, but seeing that the coast was clear, he continued to pound into Hamid’s tight ass with a ferocity that surprised me. Hamid’s cries grew louder and his body thrashed under the weight of my husband.
“Aaah…uncle, it hurts..” I heard Hamid’s muffled voice through the door, his face was contorted with pain and my husband’s hand was over his mouth to keep him quiet. But the pain seemed to be mixed with pleasure, his little cock was erect, poking at the bed.
I shamelessly craned my neck to get a better view and saw the soppy mess my husband’s abuse was making of the boy’s ass. I knew that this was something I had to keep to myself, not just to keep the peace, but because I was starting to feel a weird kinship with Hamid.
I saw Hamid try to get up and get away but Sajad easily grabbed him by his hair and pushed him back down. He was in charge and I knew he was going to teach the boy a lesson. And I was going to watch it all.
I was getting the impression that little Hamid was not really into it. His eyes were brimming with tears and his body looked defeated. Yet, my husband seemed to be enjoying it more than ever. The cruel smile on his face was a stark contrast to the gentle expression he had when he held our baby girl. I felt a twinge of pity for the boy, but my own desires were too strong to allow myself to feel anything but excitement.
I heard him whisper something as he pinned the boy under him, only able to catch, “…you little slut…”
Sajad’s aggression was surprising, yet it stirred something deep within me. Watching him dominate the young, vulnerable body of his nephew was a side of him I had never seen before, and it was strangely thrilling. The sounds of their encounter grew more intense, and I found myself leaning against the door, my hand slowly making its way down to my own throbbing pussy.
I decided against staying further and slipped away to my room. My thoughts were a jumble of anger, confusion, and a dark, twisted arousal. I lay in bed, my hand wandering down to my wetness, the image of Sajad and Hamid’s illicit coupling playing in my head. I masturbated, imagining it was me beneath him, feeling his power and dominance. But I didn’t come. Instead, I was left with a deep, unfulfilled ache that grew into a plan.
If Sajad could have his fun with the boy, why couldn’t I? I had been playing it safe, biding my time, but no more. With Urmi and Krishna gone, the house was mine to command. I waited for the perfect opportunity, my heart racing with anticipation. And when it finally came, it was during a quiet afternoon, while Sajad was out, and Hamid was supposed to be studying.
I found him in the living room, his school books scattered around him, lost in thought. He looked up as I approached, smiling at me. Clearly he was comfortable around me, seeing me as a safe and trustworthy aunt. And I had no intention of letting this sweet, innocent demeanor of his get in the way of what I wanted.
“You seem busy?” I asked, gesturing to the books, feigning innocence.
“Not really, Auntie.” He replied, looking up with those big doe eyes of his.
“Come here, you little fawn, let your aunt cuddle with you.” I spoke in a honeyed tone, my intentions anything but innocent. He looked surprised but didn’t protest as I sat beside him on the sofa. I could feel his tension as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. His young, firm body pressed against my breasts, my nipples hardening with every beat of my heart.
I gasped when he pressed closer, seeking my comfort, and was instantly reminded of the rough treatment Sajad had meted out to him. My hand began to wander, tracing the line of his jaw before sliding down to his chest, feeling his racing heart. His eyes searched mine for a sign of what was to come, and I gave it to him with a seductive smile.
“Does it still hurt badly?” I asked and before he could deny, I shushed him, “it’s ok. I won’t hurt you like your uncle.”
Hamid looked at me with confusion, but nodded slowly as he rested his head on my heavy chest, before answering in a low voice, “It still hurts.”
“Let me kiss you better.” I leaned down and placed gentle kisses on his neck, feeling his body relax against mine. My hand moved down to his crotch, feeling his little cock stirring to life. I knew I had him now.
When I felt him giggly shyly at the contact and try to push me away, I held him tighter and whispered, “Ay, stop shaking so much.” Laughing, I added, “You’re safe with me.”
I didn’t want to scare him away with my advances, so I took it slow, letting my hand glide over his shorts and tease his penis through the fabric. He was already half hard, which told me he was curious. I kissed him again, this time more forcefully, my tongue probing his mouth, tasting his innocence. His little hands began to wander, touching my breasts, his curiosity growing.
“How old are you Hamid?” I asked him, between giving soft pecks on his lips.
“Thirteen, auntie.” He replied shyly, his cheeks reddening.
‘So about three years older than Krishna…’ I thought to myself as I felt his hardening cock, ‘but so much more experienced’. I wondered if Sajad would ever consider Krishna again, after seeing him with Hamid. But those were thoughts for later, right now, I had a young boy to play with.
I pushed him down gently onto the sofa, and he didn’t protest as I straddled him. He looked up at me with a mix of fear and excitement, his pupils dilated. I leaned down, my breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, “You know what happens when a boy gets too curious, don’t you?” He nodded slightly, his breathing shallow. “Good,” I said, smiling, “Because I’m going to show you.”
My hand slid down to his crotch again, and this time, I didn’t stop at the fabric. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, which was now fully erect. He gasped, and I knew he had never had this kind of attention from a woman before. I kissed him deeply, my tongue dancing with his, while my hand began to stroke him gently. He was so responsive, his body arching into my touch, and I could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
“Do you like this?” I whispered against his lips, and he nodded eagerly. I knew he was ripe for the picking, so I decided to take it up a notch. I pushed him back onto the couch, his legs dangling over the edge, and knelt before him. His cock was so young and innocent, a stark contrast to the depraved thoughts swirling in my mind. I took him in my mouth, feeling him quiver at the new sensation. His eyes went wide, and he let out a soft moan that only spurred me on.
As I began to suck him off, my eyes never left his. I wanted him to see the hunger in them, the desire that was driving me to do this. He was frozen, not sure what to do, his hands hovering above my head. I took it as a sign of consent and continued, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the slit before taking him in deeper. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and innocence that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
His moans grew louder, and I knew he was close. But I had other plans for him. I stopped, letting him pant and whimper, before standing up and turning him over. He looked back at me with a mix of confusion and excitement, his ass in the air. I could see the bruises from Sajad’s rough handling, and something in me snapped.
“You’re going to show me what you’ve learned,” I whispered, spreading his cheeks apart. His asshole was tight and puckered, a stark reminder of my husband’s assault. I leaned down and kissed it gently, feeling him tense up. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” I promised, even as my tongue slipped inside.
‘His teenage ass looks so delicious’ I thought as I licked him, tasting the faint saltiness of his sweat and the musky scent of his innocence being corrupted by me. I didn’t stop my tongue’s dance until he was pushing himself back into my mouth, begging for more. I pulled away, and he whimpered.
“Ready to be a good boy for Auntie?” I asked, and he nodded vigorously, his cheeks flushed. I reached for the jar of Vaseline we kept for the baby and applied a generous amount on my index finger. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I knew the thrill of the unknown was keeping him curious.
I began to ease my finger into his tight little hole, watching as his body tensed and his eyes squeezed shut. He whimpered, but I whispered reassurances into his ear, telling him it would feel good. And as my finger slid in deeper, his body began to relax, his hips moving in rhythm with my gentle thrusts.
“Good boy,” I praised him, my voice low and sultry. “Now, let’s see if you can make Auntie feel as good as your uncle.”
I straddled him again, my wet pussy hovering over his cock, and I began to rub myself against it. His eyes widened as he felt my wetness, and he grew even harder. I reached down and guided him inside of me, feeling his young cock fill me up. He was so tight, so pure, and it was all I could do to not let out a scream of pleasure.
I started to rock my hips, moving up and down on him gently. His moans grew louder, and I knew he was close. But I wanted more. I reached down and grabbed his hips, pulling him into me deeper and faster. He was panting now, his hands gripping the couch cushions, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Auntie,” he gasped, “it feels…it feels…”
“I know,” I cooed, feeling his cock throb inside me. “It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”
I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his back as I picked up the pace, my wetness making the whole experience smoother. His cock was so much smaller than Sajad’s, but the feeling of power I had over him was exhilarating. I could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
“Fuck me, Hamid,” I whispered into his ear, my voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me like you want to.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. His young hips began to buck up into me, his cock sliding in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I felt his muscles tighten and his breath hitch as he approached climax. I leaned over him, my breasts swaying in his face, and whispered sweet nothings that only served to drive him closer to the edge.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I purred, my hands squeezing his ass as he fucked me. “Make Auntie cum, sweetheart.”
The words seemed to break whatever barrier was left within him. He began to pump into me with a fervor that belied his age. The sofa squeaked and rocked under our combined weight, the only sound in the quiet house other than our ragged breathing and the occasional gasp or moan.
I felt myself climbing towards my own peak, the sensation of his youthful cock inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body. His hands clutched my hips, his nails digging into my flesh as he tried to hold on, his thrusts growing more powerful and less controlled.
“Auntie,” he whimpered, his voice cracking, “I’m going to…”
“Cum for me,” I breathed, feeling my own orgasm building. “Cum inside me.”
With a final, desperate thrust, Hamid did just that, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came with a loud moan, my body shaking as I rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over me.
When we were both spent, I pulled off him and leaned back, panting. He looked up at me with a mix of awe and fear, his cheeks flushed and his cock still hard. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that I had just introduced him to a world of pleasure that his own mother would never dare to.
He came and hugged me like an excited child, and I stroked his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “You’re a good boy, Hamid. You made Auntie feel so good.” His eyes shone with a mix of pride and confusion, unsure of what had just transpired but knowing it had been something intense and new.
My husband was a monster for having sex so roughly with such a cute boy, but was I more of a monster for enjoying it? For wanting to taste that same sweetness for myself? I pushed the thought aside as I cuddled Hamid, his breaths slowing down as he snuggled closer to me, his face buried in my neck.
‘If it’s this intense with him, I can only imagine how it’d be with Krishna and his mother,’ I thought to myself as I held the exhausted Hamid in my arms. The silence in the room was thick, filled only with the sound of our heavy breathing and the distant cries of Fatima.
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By Jism786
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