"Ya Khuda...Oh god..." Alina moaned loudly as Feroz's tongue moved swiftly on her vaginal opening. "Don't stop!" The vagina was drenched with her fluids and his saliva. He gently kissed her clitoris and stimulated her again.
"Oh my god, Feroz... you are a magician!" Alina moaned again. Feroz smiled and continued pleasing his wife. It was a lazy summer afternoon in Mumbai. Extremely hot outside but the Khan mansion had a centralized air conditioner installed. The bedroom was quite cool and yet the action on the bed made the couple sweat.
"That's right baby... keep going..." Feroz said. Now Alina was on her knees sucking his big cock. He loved the way she moved her hands on his cock while sucking it expertly. Alina was 32, the same age as Feroz. She had a fair complexion. Her dark thick silky hair would make any guy crazy for her. Feroz loved to hold them in his hands when she would blow him. Alina was 5'4" and had a perfectly shaped body. They were married for about a decade now and still had not lost the intimacy between them. They would make love almost every day like newlyweds.
Feroz looked down at his cock disappearing into Alina's mouth in a rhythmic motion. Oh god, what a beautiful sight it was!
"Turn around. Let me take you from behind" Feroz instructed.
"Gladly!" said Alina with a lustful smile on her face.
Feroz inserted his cock into her. In a rhythmic motion, his body started hitting her ass. His balls were hitting her vaginal opening as he thrust his cock deep inside her.
"Ah! Yesss..." Alina moaned loudly, "Keep going... don't stop..."
Suddenly there was some sound outside the door. It felt like the door was open for a brief moment and was closed hurriedly.
"Who's there?" Feroz asked as he continued riding his wife.
"Feroz beta..." someone knocked on the bedroom door, "it's me."
"Yes, Ammi?" Feroz's tone was a bit irritated.
"I wanted to talk to you about something..." Feroz's mother Fatima, said.
"Not now Ammi...I... I'm busy..."
"Oh okay. No problem. Come to my room whenever you are free." Feroz could hear his mother's footsteps going away. He focused on his beautiful wife again. He now held her hair in his fist and started fucking rapidly.
"Looks like your mother's voice turned you on," Alina said teasingly.
"Oh shut up Alina!" Said Feroz. But she wasn't wrong. He was close to his mother and had always found her an extremely attractive woman. He hadn't shared this with anyone. Not even with his loving wife. But Alina understood many things without saying them out loud. She laughed at Feroz's denial and moaned again as he continued to thrust passionately.
"I'm ready..." She quickly got on her knees, ready for his cum.
"Give it all to me baby..." she opened her mouth.
"Aahhh...here it is!" Feroz shot his load straight on Alina's tongue.
"Wow, that was...something! How you recover so fast?" Alina said affectionately after swallowing his entire load. He just sat on the edge of the bed with a satisfactory look on his face. Alina kissed him on his cheeks and went to the washroom for clean up.
Feroz got dressed and went to his parents' chamber. His mother Fatima was sitting on the bed. Her eyes were red and swollen. She must have cried for the whole of the morning. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks.
"What's the matter Ammi?" It was a shock for Feroz. He had never seen his mother crying. Not even when there was an attempt to assassinate his father Mafia Don Farooq Khan.
"Feroz..." Fatima was still struggling with words.
"What is it?"
"Your father..."
"What happened to him?" Feroz was worried and getting impatient now.
"He's planning to marry again," Fatima said. Feroz was somewhat relieved after hearing this.
"Ah...yeah." He said.
"So you knew about it..." Fatima stated in an interrogative tone.
"I wasn't sure if this would happen... but yes, I had anticipated it."
"And still you didn't stop him?"
"No Ammi, this is all good for the business," Feroz said in a defensive tone.
"Don't teach me the business Feroz. It was me and your father who built this empire." Fatima said assertively. And she was right. Farooq was just a small-time smuggler and a local goon of a slum in the Versova area of Bombay. Fatima, who came from an affluent background, lived with her family in a spacious bungalow in Versova. A local politician was harassing Fatima's father for protection money and declared that he would have to marry off his beautiful daughter to him if he wanted to get rid of this extortion. Fatima told her father that she would commit suicide than marrying the filthy politician. Her father was helpless and didn't know what to do.
Farooq heard this from his mother, who was a maid in Fatima's house. He also learned that some other households face a similar threat from the politician. So basically the politician was a pervert and just wanted to take advantage of the women in his area. Farooq decided to act on it. A couple of other guys from the same neighbourhood joined him. They observed the politician for a week, found out about his routine and the places he would visit regularly. The politician used to visit a brothel frequently. One night, the politician, after a satisfactory fuck, left the brothel. In a lonely lane next to it, Farooq was waiting for him. In a quick action, Farooq shot a bullet in the politician's head. And that's it. The problem was solved. Everyone in the neighbourhood knew who did this, but police couldn't do anything with no evidence. A local gully boy became a hero. A Robin Hood of the locality. Someone who dares to stand up against the mighty to defend the powerless. Fatima was utterly impressed by the act of courage. She liked this tall, handsome, and brave guy. She fell in love with Farooq and soon they got married. Very quickly after that, a small-time smuggler and local goon Farooq became one of the biggest Mafia bosses in Bombay. His mafia gang was named after Farooq's initials- The F company.
The F company grew multifold when Fatima started helping Farooq in day-to-day operations. She was smart, courageous and extremely shrewd. Though Farooq was the face of the business, it reached its new heights only because of Fatima's contribution. The F company now controlled the underworld of not only Bombay but also Goa, Delhi and Kerala. As per Fatima's suggestion, the company slowly withdrew its direct involvement from all the illegal businesses, which created a barrier for the law enforcement agencies to get any hard evidence against the F company bosses. At the same time, it turned itself into an umbrella body of the local mafia gangs in Bombay, Goa, Delhi and Kerala. The money flowed upwards from all directions and the F company kept on getting bigger and stronger.
"Don't teach me the business Feroz," Fatima said curtly.
"I didn't mean to..." Feroz struggled with his words.
"I know it is important for Farooq to marry that little Mallu bitch." Fatima said bitterly, "but I fear that Farooq is getting carried away. It hasn't remained a professional relationship anymore. These days, he spends almost half of the month in Kerala."
"Oh Ammi, don't worry. I'm sure it is not like that."
"You have no idea son. We, women, have a kind of sixth sense about these matters. I know it when Farooq is distracted by another woman." Fatima said with teary eyes.
"Do you think he's falling for Urvashi Menon?" Feroz asked surprisingly.
"Yes. Feroz, I can sense it from his behaviour. It feels like he doesn't care for me anymore," Fatima rested her head on her son's shoulder.
"Ammi, I have never seen you like this, not even when Abba got married to Ameera and Sarah. This is his fourth marriage, I thought you would be comfortable with this by now." Feroz questioned.
"When your Abba got married to Ameera, you were very young and of course you don't remember much of my state of mind. But I was furious and jealous to the core."
"Jealous?"
