**Eid Night with Mulla Friends**

It was Eid night, and my mom had cooked enough biryani to feed an army. She was dressed in her finest salwar kameez, the deep red fabric hugging her curves, her dupatta slipping off her shoulders whenever she leaned over the stove. I’d been sneaking glances at her big tits all evening—the way they swayed under the thin fabric, her hard nipples poking through whenever the AC hit just right.

My three mulla friends—Asif, Bilal, and Rizwan—had come over to celebrate. They were all broad-shouldered, thick-bearded guys who’d spent years lifting weights at the masjid gym. And like me, they’d been stealing looks at Mom too. She knew. She always knew. The way her hips rolled extra slow when she walked past us, the way she’d “accidentally” drop a spoon just to bend over in front of us, her round ass high in the air.

We were halfway through dinner when Bilal finally cracked. “Aunty, you’re looking too damn fine tonight,” he growled, his dick already straining against his shalwar.

Mom’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t scold him. Instead, she bit her lower lip and said, “You boys shouldn’t talk like that.”

Asif laughed. “Then why you wearing those tight clothes, huh?”

That was all the permission we needed.

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto my lap. She gasped as my cock pressed against her ass through our clothes. “You’ve been teasing us all night, Mom,” I said, grinding against her. “Now you’re gonna take what you asked for.”

Rizwan was already up, pulling the dupatta from her chest. He twisted it around her wrists and tied them behind her back while Asif grabbed her legs, forcing them apart. Mom whimpered—not in protest, but in excitement. Her cunt was already wet, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I tore open her kameez, buttons scattering across the floor. Her tits spilled free, heavy and soft, her nipples dark and stiff. Bilal leaned in, sucking one into his mouth while Asif pinched the other, twisting hard enough to make her cry out. “Fuck—yes, beta, just like that!”

I shoved my hand between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her panties. She was dripping, her folds swollen and warm. “Look at her,” I told my friends. “Mom’s cunt is begging for it.”

Rizwan ripped her panties off, and the second her bare pussy was exposed, Bilal dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Mom screamed as his tongue lashed over her clit, her hips bucking against his mouth. “Oh Allah—yes! Lick me, beta, lick your aunty’s dirty cunt!”

Asif and I wasted no time. We pushed her onto the dining table, her tits pressed against the wood, her ass in the air. I spat on my cock and shoved it into her dripping hole without warning. She howled as I stretched her open, my dick sinking deep into her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I started pounding into her.

Asif grabbed her hair, forcing her head up as he shoved his cock into her mouth. Mom gagged around his thick length, spit dripping down her chin, but she sucked him like a starving woman.

Bilal and Rizwan weren’t waiting. Bilal lined up behind me, his cock slick with spit, and pressed the head against Mom’s asshole. She tensed, but then moaned around Asif’s dick as Bilal forced his way inside.

“Oh fuck—your mom’s taking it in both holes!” Rizwan laughed, stroking his cock as he watched.

The table creaked under our thrusts, Mom’s muffled screams turning into choked moans as we fucked her raw. Her cunt clamped around my cock, her ass gripping Bilal’s, and I knew she was close.

“You like this, Mom?” I grunted, slamming into her harder. “You like getting fucked by your son and his friends on Eid night?”

She couldn’t answer—not with Asif’s cock down her throat—but her body did. She came hard, her pussy pulsing around my dick, her ass clenching Bilal’s.

That set me off. I gripped her hips and buried myself deep, cum exploding inside her. Bilal followed, filling her ass, while Asif pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes of cum.

Rizwan finally stepped up, his cock glistening. Mom looked up at him with dazed eyes, her mouth open, and he shoved inside, fucking her face until he came down her throat.

When we were done, Mom was a mess—her hair tangled, her makeup ruined, her holes leaking cum. She panted, her body trembling.

“Happy Eid, Aunty,” Bilal smirked, slapping her ass.

Mom just moaned, her legs still spread. “M-more,” she begged.

And we gave it to her. Again and again.