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Haifaa stared at her reflection in the mirror, her once vibrant brown eyes now dull and filled with sorrow. Her long, dark hair, now streaked with silver, was covered by the familiar hijab, the very sight of it a reminder of the constraints of her conservative Muslim upbringing. She was a woman in her forties, her once youthful face now etched with fine lines and her curvaceous body carrying the weight of her years.

"Haifaa, you fucking whore, where are you?" The harsh voice of her son, Ali, boomed through the house.

Haifaa flinched, her heart sinking. She knew this ritual well, the abuse that awaited her at the hands of her eldest son. Since his father's death, Ali had changed, his grief transforming into anger and a cruel streak that he took out on her.

"I'm here, Ali," she called out, steeling herself for the torment to come.

Ali appeared in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame filling the space. His handsome face twisted in disgust as he took in his mother's modest appearance. "Take that fucking hijab off, you cunt. Do you know how much I hate seeing you like that?"

Haifaa's hands trembled as she slowly reached up and removed the hijab, revealing her dark hair and the soft skin of her neck. "I'm sorry, Ali. I didn't realize it would upset you."

"Of course you didn't, you stupid bitch. You never do." Ali stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he took in her mature beauty. "You're getting old, Haifaa. Look at those wrinkles. Who the fuck would want to fuck you now?"

Haifaa bit her lip to stifle a sob, feeling the sting of his words. "I-I'm sorry, Ali. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Get your ass over here and show me what you're hiding under that dress," he demanded, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her into the bedroom.

Haifaa stumbled, her mind reeling as she always did when faced with his crude demands. She knew what he wanted, and the thought both excited and shamed her.

"Take it off, you fucking tease," Ali growled, pushing her onto the bed. "Let's see those tits. They're probably all saggy and gross now."

Haifaa's hands shook as she lifted the dress over her head, revealing her soft, creamy skin and the lace of her bra. Her full breasts, heavy with age, strained against the fabric, her nipples hardening despite herself.

"Fucking finally," Ali muttered, his eyes raking over her body. "I knew those tits would still be big, but damn, they're even better now. You're like a fine wine, mom. Aging nicely."

Haifaa said nothing, her eyes downcast as she fought back her tears.

"Get those off too," Ali ordered, pointing at her bra and panties. "Let's see how that pussy looks. Probably all dried up by now."

Haifaa's fingers fumbled with the clasps, her shame overwhelming. But she obeyed, revealing her naked body to her son's hungry gaze.

"There we go," Ali purred, his eyes glittering with desire. "Now, be a good little slut and get on your knees. Suck my cock like you used to when dad was alive."

Haifaa's breath quickened as she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving her son's cruel gaze. She knew what he wanted, and despite her better judgment, she craved the release he could provide.

"Suck it, you filthy whore," Ali demanded, his hands tangling in her hair. "Make me forget how old and useless you're getting."

Haifaa opened her mouth, taking him in. She moaned softly as the familiar taste and scent of him filled her senses, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

"Faster, you minx," Ali grunted, his hips thrusting gently. "You know I like it when you deepthroat me. Show me what that mouth can do."

Haifaa obeyed, her lips sliding down his length as her hands cupped his balls. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down Ali's spine, and he groaned in pleasure.

"That's it, you fucking whore, take it all," Ali growled, his eyes rolling back. "Suck me dry, you dirty bitch."

Haifaa continued her oral assault, her own need building. She craved the taste of his cum, the forbidden fruit that only added to her shame.

"I'm close, you filthy bitch," Ali warned, his breath coming in short gasps. "Swallow every drop, you hear me?"

Haifaa hummed in response, tightening her grip on his shaft. She wanted it all, needed to feel his hot cum coating her throat.

With a roar, Ali came, his hands tightening in her hair as he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. Haifaa swallowed, her own orgasm crashing over her as she savored the taste of her son's release.

Ali pulled out of her mouth, his spent cock glistening with her saliva. "Clean me up, you dirty slut," he ordered, wiping his length across her face. "Then put that hijab back on. It's the only thing that makes you look halfway decent."

Haifaa did as she was told, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. She then reached for her hijab, her eyes downcast as she covered her hair once more.

"Now get the fuck out," Ali growled, pushing her away. "Go cry in your room, you old whore. You're lucky I still bother with you at all."

Haifaa fled, her body throbbing with conflicting emotions. She knew she should hate him, should resist the hold he had over her. But she couldn't deny the pleasure that came with his abuse, the dark desires that consumed her.

As she lay in bed that night, Haifaa couldn't escape the memories of what had transpired. She knew it was wrong, a sin against her faith and herself. Yet, she craved his touch, his cruel words, and the release that only he could provide.

Tears stung her eyes as she realized the depth of her addiction, the power her son held over her. She was his willing slave, his personal whore, and despite her shame, she knew she would submit to him again and again.