Chapter 411: Turkish Mother Daughter Gets Stressed

"I will fill you with my cum, Amira," I groaned against her lips as I kissed her slowly and deeply.

She moaned softly into my mouth and kissed me back with growing hunger, her tongue shyly meeting mine as her arousal continued to build.

After a few moments, Amira pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged.

"But... Mom says I won’t be able to raise a child properly," she whispered innocently, her voice full of concern. "She says I’m too young..."

I smiled darkly and rolled my hips forward, pushing my thick cock even deeper into her tight, stretched pussy, claiming more of her innocent little hole.

"Don’t worry, baby," I said, my voice low and possessive. "Your mom will help you raise our baby... because I’m going to fill her up too."

I turned my head and looked directly at Nadia, who was leaning close beside us, still gently holding her daughter’s hand. My eyes slowly roamed over her soft, mature, motherly body, her heavy breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs.

The thought of taking her as well, of stealing this beautiful wife and mother from her husband, made my cock throb hard inside Amira.

Nadia’s eyes widened slightly at my words. Her breathing grew heavier as she watched me continue to slowly fuck her daughter, clearly affected by the filthy promise I had just made, that I intended to breed them both.

I was slowly thrusting into Amira’s incredibly tight pussy, savoring every inch as her warm, wet walls clenched around my thick cock.

Her soft moans filled the room with every gentle roll of my hips, her small body trembling beneath me.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a phone ringing cut through the heavy, sexual atmosphere. The ringing was loud and persistent, echoing in the bedroom.

It wasn’t my phone.

I paused mid-thrust, still buried deep inside Amira, and looked around the room, trying to locate the source. The sound was coming from a pile of black and white clothes on the floor, maid uniform that both mother and daughter had removed earlier.

"Who is it?" I asked, turning my head to look at Nadia, my cock still twitching inside her daughter.

Nadia’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She quickly sat up on the bed, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.

"It’s my phone, Sir," she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Let me take it."

She reluctantly got up from the bed, completely naked. Her mature, voluptuous body was on full display, wide hips, thick thighs, and large breasts jiggling softly as she walked over to the pile of her maid clothes.

She bent down, giving me a perfect view of her round ass and pussy from behind as she searched through the uniform.

After a few seconds, she found her phone and straightened up, looking at the screen with a slightly worried expression.

"It’s my husband, Sir..." Nadia said, her voice shaky as she stared at the phone screen and then looked up at me with wide, nervous eyes.

The moment she said it, my cock throbbed hard and violently inside Amira’s tight pussy. The realization hit me like a drug, I was buried deep inside this innocent young girl while her own father, Nadia’s husband was calling.

The sheer taboo of the situation made my cock pulse with excitement.

"Why don’t you pick it up, Nadia?" I ordered calmly, a dark smirk forming on my lips.

Nadia froze, clearly conflicted. Before she could protest further, I leaned down over Amira’s smaller body and took one of her soft, plump breasts into my mouth.

I sucked hard on her sensitive nipple, then gently bit down on it.

"Ahhhh!" Amira cried out loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her innocent, high-pitched moan echoed through the room, loud, filthy, and unmistakable.

I wanted her father to hear exactly what kind of sounds his sweet daughter was making while my thick cock was stretching her pussy.

"Sir, please..." Nadia begged desperately, her voice trembling as she clutched the ringing phone. "I’ll just hang it up. Please don’t make me answer it. He can’t... he can’t find out about this."

She looked torn between fear and arousal, standing there completely naked, her heavy breasts heaving with anxious breaths.

Her eyes darted between me and her daughter, clearly terrified of her husband hearing Amira’s lewd moans while she was being fucked.

But I had no intention of letting her escape so easily.

"Come here," I growled at Nadia, my voice low and commanding. "If you don’t..."

To emphasize my words, I leaned down and bit Amira’s sensitive nipple much harder, sinking my teeth into the swollen bud.

"Ahhh! Sir—!" Amira cried out sharply in pain, her small body jerking beneath me as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

Nadia’s face paled with panic. She immediately rushed over.

"I’m coming, Sir!" she said quickly, her voice filled with submission. She climbed onto the large bed and laid down right beside us, her naked, voluptuous body pressing against Amira’s side.

"Good girl," I muttered darkly. I hovered over Amira’s now bright red and swollen nipple, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, ready to bite again if needed.

"Answer it," I ordered. "And put it on speaker."

"Yes, Sir..." Nadia whispered obediently. Her hands were trembling as she accepted the call, and switched it to speakerphone before placing it on the bed near us.

A moment later, a warm male voice filled the room.

"Hey honey, where are you?"

There was a short pause before he continued, sounding slightly concerned but still casual.

"I can’t find you both at the party. I’ve been looking everywhere."

While Saleem’s innocent voice echoed through the room, I was still buried deep inside his daughter’s tight, stretched pussy. Amira was lying beneath me, breathing shakily, her small body trembling as she tried desperately to stay quiet.

Her face was flushed red, eyes watery, and her swollen nipple still glistened from my mouth.