Kak Zainab had been alone for quite some time now. The quiet house, once filled with the laughter of her husband, now echoed only with her own footsteps. Intimacy, once a familiar comfort, had become a distant memory, a ghost of warmth in the cold sheets of her bed. Initially, she hadn't given it much thought, focusing on her son, Azrib, and his family. But lately, the absence had begun to gnaw at her, a persistent ache that no amount of maternal love could soothe.
Azrib, a technician by trade, was a devoted son. He visited often, bringing his wife and children, filling the house with life, albeit temporarily. He always made sure she was comfortable, that her needs were met. And for a long time, that was enough. Until it wasn't.
One evening, Kak Zainab asked Azrib to accompany her grocery shopping. "Azrib, boleh teman Umi pergi Lotus Ampang malam ni?" she asked, her voice a little too eager.
Azrib, ever obliging, readily agreed. "Boleh, Umi. Kejap lagi Azrib sampai."
He arrived later, clad in a Terengganu FC jersey and a pair of snug grey sweatpants. An outfit that would unknowingly ignite a hidden desire within his mother.
As they drove, Kak Zainab stole glances at her son. He was a handsome man, strong and capable. A wave of unfamiliar longing washed over her.
Arriving at Lotus Ampang, Kak Zainab asked to be dropped off at the main entrance. "Umi tunggu sini je lah. Awak pergi cari parking dulu."
Azrib nodded and drove off, leaving Kak Zainab to wait. As she watched him walk towards her after parking, her gaze snagged on a distinct shape outlined by his sweatpants. A generous swelling, a plump tubular shaft, and a wide mushroom tip that seemed impossible to ignore. A jolt of pure, unadulterated lust shot through her. "Amboii..besar nya," she muttered under her breath, her eyes tracing the outline. "Mesti kenyang seminggu ni."
Azrib reached her, oblivious to the turmoil raging within his mother. "Umi, jom?"
As they navigated the aisles of the supermarket, Kak Zainab found herself stealing glances at Azrib's crotch. The image of that bulge filled her mind, conjuring forbidden fantasies. She imagined her fingers wrapped around it, the feel of it in her mouth.
"Umi? Ada nak beli apa-apa lagi ke?" Azrib's voice startled her, jolting her back to reality.
They were standing in the men's underwear aisle. An opportunity presented itself, and Kak Zainab seized it. "Azrib, awak nak beli seluar dalam baru tak?"
Azrib chuckled, surprised by the question. "Eh, boleh jugak Umi. Dah lama tak beli."
Kak Zainab felt a thrill course through her. "Yang jenama Renoma tu okay tak?" she asked, feigning nonchalance.
"Owh, Renoma okay Umi. Saiz L ngam dengan Azrib," he replied, reaching for a pack. "Especially yang jenis briefs ni. Pouch dia selesa, muat dengan saiz Azrib."
His words hit Kak Zainab like a tidal wave. "Saiz pouch yang muat..." she thought, her eyes drawn to the front of his sweatpants. The swell was even more pronounced from this angle, the shaft drooping downwards, the mushroom head clearly visible. She felt lightheaded, her knees weak.
Azrib, noticing her sway, reached out to steady her. "Umi okay tak ni?"
Kak Zainab gasped when his hand caught her, her startled reaction inadvertently pressed her hands against his crotch. Her fingers felt the firm, spongy bulge. It was enormous, a handful of pure male potency. She lingered there for a moment, feigning dizziness, savouring the sensation.
Azrib, still unaware of her true intentions, held her gently. "Umi rehat kejap ya?"
Kak Zainab slowly straightened up, reluctantly removing her hand from his crotch. "Umi okay dah. Jom la kita pegi bayar."
Later, inside Azrib's car, the tinted windows offered a veil of privacy. From the outside, passersby would only see Azrib reclining in the driver's seat, his head resting. The passenger seat appeared empty. But a closer look would reveal a head moving rhythmically in front of Azrib, bobbing up and down in his crotch. Kak Zainab was giving him head, plunging her throat on his cock.
"Umi... perlahan sikit," Azrib groaned, his body trembling. "Azrib dah nak pancut ni."
Kak Zainab ignored his warning, her desire overriding all reason. She sucked harder, her mouth working frantically.
"Ahhh! Umi!" Azrib cried out, his body convulsing as he came in his mother's hungry mouth.
The scene cuts to a nightstand in Kak Zainab's bedroom. Azrib's mobile phone rings incessantly, his wife's name flashing on the screen. The lamp next to it shakes rhythmically with the vibrations. On the floor, Kak Zainab's tudung, clothes, and underwear lay discarded next to Azrib's Terengganu FC jersey, sweatpants, and briefs.
On the bed, mother and son are frantically fucking their brains out. Kak Zainab is on top, riding him cowgirl style, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Azrib's hands are gripping her hips, guiding her movements. The intensity of their shared ecstasy is etched on their faces as they stare into each other's eyes.
Kak Zainab lowers her lips to meet Azrib's, kissing him passionately, moaning into his mouth. "Azrib... Azrib..."
"Umi... Umi..." he responds, his voice hoarse with lust.
The phone continues to ring, unanswered, a silent testament to their forbidden passion. They were lost in their own world, consumed by a desire that defied a mother and son's boundaries.
