Mansoor left Khaled and Najibi defeated on the ground and went to the bathroom to wash and take a bath.
"Prepare to please me, the man of the house, when I get out of the shower, woman"
Seeing his former friend going to the toilet, Khaled looked at his mother with a stare that could pierce through steel-hard walls.
"You are not my mother anymore. How could you do this to dad? How could you let another man, your son's age get you pregnant not once but twice while dad is still alive and living in this house? Why did you humiliate dad this much? Don't you love him? That fuckin bastard tried to kill him so he could replace him as your husband. How could you do that?"
Najibi knew that she lost the respect of her son. She knew her deeds were unforgivable but she decided to be frank with her son.
"I understand son if you can't forgive me but what happened happened. Mansoor is a unique man. Not every day a woman my age can make a man like him desire her. He could have any woman in the village, hell any woman in the world, and he chooses to come here every summer to be with me. After twenty years of marriage to your father, I discovered something new. Your father is a good man. Is like all other men. But he doesn't compare to Mansoor. In bed, it's like comparing a child to a full grown man. If I think about it, your father gave me only one child, you but after that our sex life wasn't good enough. He would sleep with me once every week at most. After experimenting with Mansoor I couldn't be satisfied with your dad like any wife is satisfied with her husband. Mansoor has given me two babies that I love very much. He is also the father of my children. You must know that when a man pleases a woman as much as Mansoor did and after he gave me two babies, I love him now as much as I have loved your father, and dare I say even more."
Khaled couldn't believe his modest innocent mother has become a slave for his friend, his sex toy, his baby making machine.
Najibi continued: "Don't you think I know that I am one of hundreds and maybe thousands of women that he fucks, dominates and impregnates. I don't care if I am the sole woman in your father's life. I prefer to be a sex slave in Sultan Mansoor's harem just to keep getting impaled by his mighty baby making sword. Some women don't get the chance to eat a cock of this beauty and proportions in their holes ever. I can't say no to this blessing. But after seeing what he has done to you, my son, my mother instincts can't stay down."
"What do you mean? Will you leave him?" said Khaled with some hope in his voice although he knew he will hate his mother forever and never forgive her.
"I hope I can do that son. But I think I will need your father to defend my honor and win me back from your stud friend."
Khaled knew at that moment that he will witness soon a match between two strong and proud men over his mother. He will watch as his father will fight to get back his wife from the bully studly hunk who stole her.
After all the stories he heard about sons watching their beloved handsome macho proud fathers being beaten and humiliated by Mansoor in the village and near the university where Mansoor studies abroad, he feared for his father. He knew his mother will wait until his father has his full health back to make it a fair fight but he didn't know what will happen to his poor father.
One week later, at the hospital where Youssef was being treated, one of the men of the village came to pay a visit to his old friend Youssef. This man Elias, arrived just as Mansoor was leaving with Najibi after visiting Youssef. As they passed by him, Elias recognized the young man and he was wide-eyed when he saw how the muscular arm of this stud was around his friend's wife's shoulder as they were leaving the hospital corridor.
"Welcome Elias! I am so happy to see you. Come in dear friend", said Youssef still lying in the hospital bed trying to fake a smile.
Elias knew Youssef for a long time. The whole village considered Youssef a leader. The fact that he was a handsome strong man in his youth still pertains in his fatherly macho face and his body sculpted by hard work.
"Well friend. I have some bad news. Representatives from the bank came yesterday and told me that because you weren't able to repay your loans they are putting your farm on sale to get their money back."
Youssef knew this would happen after crashing the van. He knew that losing this van and being bedridden will be the last nail in the coffin of his struggle to keep his farm. He was a religious man and he didn't want to blame God but he didn't understand why all these bad things were happening to him: his wife getting pregnant twice after twenty years, his increased work and bad financial situation and now the last glimmer of hope being stolen with the destruction of the van on which he did extra delivery work to repay the loans. Not only that, but he was in the hospital, bedridden and in pain.
Only if he knew that all his problems were caused by 12 inches of meat, what would be his reaction?
"All the men in the village are trying to gather some money and help you"
Youssef was a proud man even in the case he was in. He wanted to begin to protest, but the fat short man, Elias, told him: "You have helped us all very much and you fought for our rights against the rich merchants trying to buy our cattle and vegetables for cheap prices. It's our time to repay you."
Youssef felt his eyes beginning to water from all the gratitude that the village people were feeling for him.
Not wanting to make his dear friend sad anymore, Elias tried to change the subject.
"So I see that Mansoor is living with you. You know what they say about that man, don't you?" Elias asked grinning and winking at his friend.
Innocently, the father replied: "What do you mean?"
"You know... He is a playboy. You know the Bazenjani family living in the village nearby. Rumor has it that the Mansoor has given the mother 3 babies and given the father horns as high as his house's ceiling. They say that the man wasn't satisfying his wife much and they say that Mansoor has a cock as big as two men combined so you know the poor wife couldn't resist... She fell for his trap three times for three years and she gave him three bastard babies. The poor father doesn't even know the three kids aren't his. Mansoor impregnates and the father pays."
Elias was laughing taking it as a joke but Youssef's mind was on fire. Could it be true what he was thinking. In two days he would be totally recovered and he will confront the man and see what will happen. If only the poor Youssef knew what was happening every night and 3-4 times during the day at his house. After the beating that his son got, he didn't dare to interfere to stop his friend's assault on his mother. But his mother's cries suggested she didn't want him to stop either.
Khaled listened every night as the bed in his parents' room rocked violently as Mansoor fucked his mother countless times. The obscenities that he heard from his mother will never leave his mind.
"I worship you. Fuck me with your huge cock. Give me a baby. Use me as your fuckin slut. Cum inside my fertile womb. Shame my idiot husband with your bastard babies. Let me suck that big fuckin meat of yours. I want to drink your hot boiling milk right from the source. I love your egg sized balls and the hairs on them. I just want to eat your sausage, balls and sperm all day and night. Keep fuckin my mouth and my cunt. I am your sluuuuuuuuuut, your whorrrrrrrrre wife. You are my husband, the real man of the house, the father of my children."
Khaled knew that his mother was saying these words while she was in a state if delirium. He knew that her slutty cunt was being pumped with the snake, with the veiny thick cock of his muscular rough friend. He didn't know how could his mother or any other woman, remembering the girl in the hotel Mansoor fucked, take a cock this gigantic in her pussy and feel this immense pleasure to a state where his mom wanted his friend's cock more than she wanted his dad, her twenty-year husband to become better.
