Rani Begum - 2 Sameer's Mother

Plan goes wrong and Sameer's Muslim mother gets fucked by Aman.

Auntie was gagged and forced onto all fours. One man rushed behind her, dropped his pants, and started to thrust his cock into whatever crease he might find. Aman shouted, "NO!" in an angry grunt, at which all the men stopped even the men ravaging Rani. Aman walked toward Sameer's mother. Her green eyes gleamed with tears and the inevitable fear of what was going to happen to her and her beloved daughter. She had glanced and knew how Rani was being groped by these brawny, big men and how rough they were, the screams bearing witness. She was concerned because a fellow Muslim woman, who had covered herself all her life, was now being raped. Yet, that didn’t concern her as much as what she feared would happen to her beautiful daughter. Aman walked toward her carefully, submerging his eyes into the curves and dips of her thick, white body. Her arms and shoulders were quite thin, the flesh still sturdy, and as his eyes traveled downward, the flesh grew thicker and creamier. Her turban partially covered her back, and her lush black hair spilled from the front of her head. Aman moved closer and said, "I’ve changed my mind. I’ll fuck you in front of your daughter and make you both mine." He laughed loudly, consumed by carnal lust. Aman dropped his pants and moved toward Auntie to remove her gag. He pulled it free and slapped his penis against her face. The men around her locked their eyes on her vivacious fair skinned body and touched themselves. The room was now filled with animalistic musk, the cumin like lactic scent effervescing from the groins of these strong, tall men. Aman traced his glans around her lips before entering her mouth. The sound of slurping filled the room as Sameer’s sister cried, witnessing her mother being mouth raped. Aman gripped her long hair bun and thrust his hips in and out. The sounds grew louder, more shameless. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and Aman’s dick was slick with saliva and precum everyone in the room could sense he was about to climax. He held the back of her skull with both of his hands and rammed his dick into her mouth. I was horrified by the force with which his hips smashed against her forehead and nose. Her face was crimson from asphyxiation and repeated impact of aman's pelvis into her nose. She gagged around his shaft, her nostrils flaring as she fought for air as her fingers digged deep against the bedsheet beneath her. Aman's grip in her hair tightened forcing her head still as his thrusts grew erratic each one a desperate, clumsy stab that sent tears streaming down aunt's cheeks.
When he was about to cum, he held his cock deep in her mouth and rammed it in one last time, shouting, "You're gonna swallow that, you whore,".Her throat convulsed around him and her body instinctively swallowed anything Aman had to offer. He gasped above her witnessing a sight so sexually profound in his life, his thighs were trembling. His dick was still in her mouth and Aman looked at her daughter, "All this is happening because of you." Aman took his dick out of her mouth and slapped her hard. She fell onto the ground. Aman went to her and lifted her up by her hair, to which she complied, and put her onto the bed nearby. He tore her remaining fabric open and the tube lights of the room reflected bright on her breasts, covered with sweat. Her body was nothing less than art on calories. Her breasts were sagging with considerable weight not excessive, but she could have been at least a G-cup. Her abdomen had very few fat pouches around the navel, and her hips were very wide , unimaginably wide, like they carried half of her body weight. Aman started sucking on her big tits while aunty was trying her best not to moan. He was kneading one breast with his hand like dough and sucking on the other. He wasn't kind at all handling those precious bags of fat. He bit her pebbeled nipple, and aunty let out a cry. He looked at her and smiled, then started aggressively biting and pinching any skin on her breast his mouth could find. Her fair breasts were now blood pink and the veination dissappeared. He smirkly moved towards her vagina, all clean with no hair. Aman looked at his underlings and started laughing. He took his finger and inserted into her pink vagina and started moving it back and forth. Without hesitation, he started to enter with his whole fist, knuckles deep. Aunty started to rise up, realizing what was about to happen, before she was brought down thunderously by a man who slapped her hard. She fell onto the bed, almost unconscious. Aman vigorously started fisting her vagina up to his forearm before positioning himself upon her. He put his dick into her vagina and started ramming with great force. It was a sight for sore eyes. Aunty's breasts jiggled in his grip some spilling out of his fists, the nipples got hard under his thumbs as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. The men's laughter faded into background noise, replaced by the wet slap of skin and Amans own ragged breathing. Auntys body was responding to this rape as waves of motion from each thrust carried hate and unimaginable pleasure. The men started cumming facing the wall. The room filled with quiet whimpers from aunty and Low moans escaped the men as Aman aggravated his assault with even more force. After an hour of repeated thrusting and stretching her into different positions—which included one instance where Aman lifted both her legs onto his shoulders while spanking her buttocks he came multiple times into her belly. They both were sweating, and some of Aunty’s hair strands clung to her neck from the moisture. Now, Aman yanked her hair, forcing her onto all fours as he positioned himself behind her. Her hips were broad, and the flesh of her buttocks mesmerized him. He locked his length into her entrance and began thrusting , Aunty’s spine arched unnaturally, her hips lifted and spread wide by Amans rough grip, her elbows were digging into the mattress beneath them. The tubelight overhead cast their dim shadows against the concrete wall a grotesque rape show where Aman's silhouette pistoned between her thighs. Her breasts swayed heavily with each thrust, the nipples chafed red from Amans earlier manhandling, while the sweat-slick curve of her belly pressed against the bed. This time slower, more reserved, assessing the situation , his pelvis slapped against her rear, her breasts swaying like pendulums as she whimpered and cried; occasionally moaning when Aman increased his pace. He glanced down, tracing a finger along her melaninted asshole, unusually clean. He inserted a finger into her reddened rectum, withdrawing it immediately to find shit beneath his nail. "What the fuck?" Aman cried, wiping it on her butt before pulling out and rushing to the bathroom