Fatima is an Egyptian Moslem married mother in her thirty-something, She is a
buxom charwoman, lived in 6th of October city, in Giza, Egypt. She was
originally from Fayyom. Her face feature article are pure Egyptian, like ancient
Egyptian queens, cleaning lady, and naked Pharoahnic dancer. Beautiful like Nagwa
Fouad, and Sohair Zaky, the famous belly dancers. Her vulva is very
delicious and honey-sweet like none of European or American women can do.

Her husband Hussein is alert and they had three child, their elderberry bush
son Ahmad is in the last year of secondary school. She was always and
still very beautiful in Ahmad 's optic. And he always loved to take his
mother in holidays and went to Masbeero street ( Corniche el Nil, and in
English Nile Corniche ) in Cairo, and sat with her in forepart of the most
beautiful River Nile River and remembered the book Maqamaat el Seyooty
( Maqāmāt al-Suyūṭī ) and the famous singer
Mohammad Abdul-Wahab 's Song about the River Nile like : El-Nahr El-Khaled
( The divinity River ) and El-Neel Nagashy ( River Nile is an Abyssinian
emperor butterfly ).

Fatimah was always the most beautiful woman alert in her son 's centre. She
is a Capricorn and he 's a Virgo. And as he always wished to make love to
her or her to make him. He knew she is a professional seductress. He
noticed it with his male parent. But she was always very cold and pocket-size with
him never like she always was with her married man. And the young man wished
too when he noticed the uninterrupted wonderment looks from the foreign
tourists that passed in front end of them at Maspeero st, toward his mother and
he always wished to see his female parent full-of-the-moon naked between an European or
American blonde guy 's arms.

He always wished his mother Fatimah to get fucked by a foreign Christian
tourist ! And to see her feed her strange lover with the traditional
Egyptian foods like Ful Medames ( fava beans ) with lemon, red black pepper and
linseed oil ; Falafel ; Tabeekh ( cooked vegetables ) such as Lobia ( cowpeas ),
Fasolia ( green beans, known as Fasolada in Greece ), Besella ( pea plant ), Bamia
( okra ), Moussaka ( Fried sliced garden egg with fry sliced green white pepper and
tomato sauce ), Mulukhiyah ( Jew 's staff or mallow ), and Mahshi Waraq el
Enab ( grapevine leaves filled and stuffed with zest and sauced rice, known
in Turkey and Syrian Arab Republic as Yaprak ).

Now I wish you to contribution your imaging with me and to say me your
public opinion about Egyptian char, , Egyptian tits, Egyptian twat and Egyptian
beautiful faces of the Muhajjaba female child ( little girl who wear hijab ). And to tell
me what you wish to do with an Egyptian fair sex like this ? If you are a
tourist in Cairo and met an Egyptian peasant woman, an Egyptian adult female in
Tahrir square toes or an Egyptian female govermental ship's officer worked in Ministry
of Finance in Lazoghly square, or Ministry of justice, and she is very
beautiful, her cutis is white wheaty, her tits are beautiful delicious and
juicy, and she 's wearing her Melaya Laff and Tarha or her blouse and doll ?

How will you seduce her ? And what are your imaginations and fantasies
about her ? And about her delicious Egyptian dishes : Kushari, Mahshi, and
Mulukhiyah ?

And what if you are in KSA ? What about a beautiful Arabian Khaliji
woman ? With her notable Saudi saltation and her Saudi wearing apparel ? What about a
fair sex or fille of the UAE also ?

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Now I 'll tell you our story :

`` wellspring, uh, look, Mom ... we 're both grownup. I think I can talk to you
frankly, ca n't I ? '' I could n't believe I was about to tell my female parent Fatima
I wanted to know her. She nodded her pass and I went on. `` You know, when
I was a kid, I used to fantasize a lot about you. '' `` most unseasoned son do, you
know, '' she interjected. `` Well, after awhile, it sort of melted into the
background, but it was something I never forgot. When you came here, and I
saw how beautiful you look, well, those illusion came flooding back in my
nous. Those characterisation you saw were just a result of that fantasy. I guess
most masses think that incest is wrong, but I really do n't understand why. ``
Mom was listening intently to me. She was a little shocked, a little
flattered and a little release on.

`` dish, '' she answered me, `` Now I 'm going to be totally honest with
you. '' She looked me straight in the eyes as she spoke. `` I 've always felt
something particular for you, my Darling River. It began when you were very young.
I had many thoughts about touching you and letting you touch me. You know,
your father and I did n't consume a great intimate relationship and I guess I
used to fantasize about you to live over those intimate tensions. I knew it was
wrong, but I could n't assist think about it. I used to learn you as a young
boy. I enjoyed seeing you au naturel, but I never let on. I swore to myself
that I would never take out my intimate frustrations by using you ... .unless
you showed me that you wanted to savour the sexual pleasures of your mother.

I told myself that if you ever came on to me, I would countenance us to be
together, but that I would never originate the first movement. Now you are an
adult. A man. You can make believe your own decisions. I love you immensely,
darling, and always have. The musical theme of making beloved with you has been in my
mind for many, many twelvemonth, though I have tried to surpress those feelings
to no avail. '' I was totally floored by my female parent Fatima 's lecture. There
was a moment of indecision and tenseness, then Mom put out her arms to me
and I rushed to her, embracing her tightly.

We hugged. Mom ran her hands through my hair, pushed my head back,
looked me straight in the eye and put her mouth to mine. In that one
second, an timelessness, our relationship changed forever. We were no longer
just female parent and Son, but lovers. That kickoff kiss was deep, intemperate,
passionate and so very carry through. `` Oh, my sister Ahmad ! My fantastic baby
boy ! '' Mom sighed. `` I love you so a lot, Mom, '' I cooed into her ear.

Our backtalk pressed hard against each other 's as our spit engaged. Wild
mentation flew through my Einstein as I kissed my mother Fatima as her devotee,
not her son. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic.
Mom clutched my hand as we kissed and drew it to her rightfield breast. I
clasped her humble, but stamp breast in my hand, my finger's breadth feeling for her
nipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her tit.
She kept moaning to me, `` My sister ! My infant ! '' We sat by the computer for a
bit, kissing, hugging, touching.

We looked so lovingly into one another 's center. Nothing needed to be
said. Mom stood up, took my handwriting and let me to the bedroom where we lay
comfortably on the big, soft bed. We cuddled up closely, kissing again and
again, soft moaning, oohing and ahhing coming from us both. I was hot,
severely and wanting to make love my mom in the pip way. She undid the bra of her
bathing suit of clothes and there she was, her breasts exposed to me. They were
gorgeous.

Her mamilla were dark Brown University and very upright. I thought they were the
most perfect titty I had ever seen. I slipped my tongue around her
teat and began to soak up gently on her tit, as I had done as a baby, not
realizing the ultimate pleasure of such an act before now. Mom thrust her
caput back, closed her oculus and held my head in her workforce as I sucked her
pap, one, then the other. I kissed her firm stomach and my soundbox ached
to touch her kitty-cat. She arched her back up, lifting her ass as she did,
telling me without words to slip off her scanty. I obeyed and discovered
my mother Fatima 's wet, aphrodisiac cunt for the very inaugural fourth dimension. She had light
brown hair around her twat which tended to shadow her cute clit.

I was wearing only my bathing suit, but my cock was so severe, it ached
against the restraint of the causa. I stood up and slipped off my trunks.
Mom watched intently as I revealed my throbbing, toilsome shaft to my mother.
Once my cock was freed, Mom looked at me in awe. `` Baby, I 'm happy you
were n't that big when you were just a boy ... I would n't have been able to
keep my hands off you '' she laughed as she sat up. `` Lie back, my baby boy,
and let your mamma tend to you. '' she nodded as she set me back against the
bed, spreading my legs apart and giving her complete access to my cock and
balls.

Mom slid up close to my tool, slipped her hand around my balls and
squeezed ever so gently. She had the right touch and drove me mad with hot
desire for her. I watched her every motility as she glanced up at me every now
and then to earn sure I was enjoying every mo. She flicked her clapper
across the top of my hot cock and then pressed her lips over my aching
straits. She slid her mouth down over my cock slowly, driving me wild. I
could have cum right then, but I managed to defy the desire. This was
too good a blow job to end now. Mom moaned as she sucked my willing rod.
She went down, down, down all the way to my ball. My cock was about 8
inch and she had every inch down her throat.

She slid up and down, a little faster each clock time. I was going to
explode, as she sucked and rubbed my formal. My mom was sucking my cock
and I was in heaven. I could n't hold back any longer and she knew I was
going to explode. Just in case she did n't, I called out in a operose groan,
'' I 'm gon na cum, Mom ! '' She nodded as she sucked me, indicating she wanted my
cum in her waiting mouth. I shot what must cause been the adult load of
cum I 've ever had into my mother Fatima 's waiting mouth.

As I came, she slipped her hands around my ass and squeezed me ever so
tightly closer to her already engorged mouth. She sucked and sucked,
refusing to let go of my peter. She sucked out all of the cum I had and,
finally, slowly relinquished her loving traveling bag on my rooster. Her lip were
covered with cum. I could not believe I was lying there, just having cum
in the mouth of the fair sex I have loved all of my life ... my Mother !

Mom looked at me as I lay back and smiled broadly, `` My picayune boy Ahmad
has such scented tasting cum. '' I breathed very deeply and drew her up to me.
We embraced and hugged while I regained my strength. She asked me if I
enjoyed having Mommy blow my pecker. `` You know I did, Mom ! I answered her.
We lie there for awhile, just holding and touching one another. it felt so
good to be naked with my mother Fatima and enjoying each early 's trunk.
Mom kept telling me how good I looked and I returned the compliment many
sentence. She DID look good !

Mom held my mitt as it explored her knocker and body. She directed my
handwriting down to her slit. She wanted me to touch her. Her snatch was covered
with a bonny amount of pubic hair, not too haired, but just right. I twirled
a few hair's-breadth in my finger while searching for her button. Mom 's snatch was wet
and waiting impatiently for the tactual sensation of my hand. I cradled my go away arm
under Mom 's shoulder joint and with my right hand, I touched that fantastic
pussy of hers from where I first arrived in this world.

It was at once a strange, wonderful, and totally erotic experience. My
cock sprung to attention as my digit began to fondle her wetness. Her
bitch was pink and wet and so very mild to the touch. She had a much prominent
clitoris than any women I had been with and it was very enjoyable to feel and
touch. Mom spread her legs and moaned as my fingers began to explore in
earnest. I slipped one finger inside of her and then another. She moaned
loudly as I entered her. She turned her nous to my cheek and whispered
softly, lovingly, `` I 've waited over 30 years for this, my darling, and it
was well worth the wait. '' She pecked my cheek as I continued to arouse her
pussy.

I was totally aroused as well and totally into the undertaking at bridge player. My
fingerbreadth probed deeper and deeper inside my mother Fatima 's pussy. I slid
down slowly, positioning my fountainhead between her legs. At hanker last I was
going to eat my female parent 's fabulous pussy. I sniffed her erotic scent deeply
as my lips drew nigher to her.

My tongue slipped over her button and began to flick across it, slowly at
first and then building to a perfect crescendo, as if in perfect rhythm to
my mother Fatima 's beat. She wriggled back and Forth River as I ate her, my
clapper alternately sucking her clitoris and then slipping down the nighttime
passageway of her pussy. Mom came at least twice as I ate her.

The second prison term, she grabbed my head and pushed me thick into her. I
almost could n't breath, but that was ok, I could have survived respiration in
her sweet pussy juice. I 'd never been so into eating out a woman before. I
did n't want to ever stop. I ca n't explain it totally in Logos, but if you
ever get the luck to eat out your mother, you will eff the feeling. I
lapped up her twat juice as mom collapsed back on the bed with a immense,
deep sigh of ecstasy.

It was time to bed my mother Fatima, and I was ready, willing and able.
Mom helped me up over her naked body. My cock tight against her right leg,
my bureau directly over her beautiful tits, my mouth over hers. I looked
her in her eyes and there was this deep, incredible fire that burned
between us. I realized that I was truly in love with her. Yes, she was my
mother, but she was also my lover.

The combining of the two is an incredible yoke, one I was not all
that prepared to empathize at that moment, but one which I have come to
understand since then. We both felt it at the Lapplander second. We kissed as I
lay over her. My bureau collapsed over her breasts, pushing them tightly
against me. We kissed long and hard as we both whispered our passion for one
another at the Sami time. `` fucking me, sweet, darling Ahmad. Fuck me,
please ! '' Mom called out in a fan 's rage.

I raised myself up so I could sneak my hard, throbbing turncock into my
mother Fatima 's hot pussy. She took the jibe of my prick in her handwriting and
guided it to its rightful situation. For a consequence, she rubbed my cock over her
clit and cringed with agitation. `` I ca n't hold back any foresightful, '' she moaned as
she guided my member to her waiting jam. I made trusted not to hurtle my
putz in too deeply at first. I wanted us both to enjoy this firs second of
insight between son and mother. I wanted that moment to finally incessantly
and be impressed on our nous for all time.

Slowly, I slipped my stopcock into Mom 's twat. It was wet, not too tight,
but just right for me. Mom yelped as my dick slid down her cunt, but she
wanted me deeper. I went as deep as I could, she grabbed my ass and pulled
me bass, at the Sami meter pulling her legs in high spirits in the air. She wrapped
them around my shoulders as I began to have intercourse her. Slowly at first, then a
building rhythm. We were perfect together. Somehow, we knew just how to
please the other.

Our breathing increased, the moaning turned up a notched and the piece of tail
became harder and faster. I was sweating, but kept going. If my mom
wanted me to love her forever, I would. Anything to please her, I said to
myself. Mom rubber her clit with her fingerbreadth as I fucked her and she
screamed as she came. Once, twice, three times.

Once mom had cum, I knew it was all right hand for me. I thrust my dick in
and out of her wondrous cunt as I readied myself to blast off inside of my
mother Fatima. It was an incredible feeling, knowing I was about to cum in
my mother 's bitch. I cunt I had dreamed about fucking since I was a kid.
Having a phantasy like this semen unfeigned is just an incredible experience.

I breathed heavy and mom knew I was going to cum. I could give melted
when she said to me, `` C'mon, babe. Cum inside mammy, Ahmad. Cum for your
mommy, child. '' That was all I needed. `` Oooooooh, mammy ! '' I yelled. I felt
like a little boy as I came inside of her. It was the most satisfying
orgasm I 've ever had. I collapsed over mom as I finished cumming. She
wrapped her implements of war around me and held me tightly.

`` God, I love you sooooo very much, Hamada ! '' She whispered to me ever so
lovingly. '' `` I love you too, mom, '' I whispered back. We kissed and lay
together for a foresighted while.

After awhile, we fucked again and were very playful. We were like new
lover who had just discovered the dish of one another. IT was
marvellous. We fell asleep in my bed together, holding one another, totally
in dear. We still are.

The rest of the sentence mom was at my sign of the zodiac, we fucked every
day ... .sometimes 2 or 3 times. It was hard when she left, but she did
have to go. This all took place over a year ago and we have come to the
conclusion that we 'd like to live together ... .as buff. The people down
here do n't recognise she is my mother.

I suppose they would just think that I was fucking an aged woman, which
is n't so unusual these days. We 've been discussing the prospects of living
together and soon we will make that final decision. I know I do n't want
anyone else. I want to be with her always, as she does me. She was ... and
is ... the skilful screw I 've ever had. God, it 's wonderful to have finally
fucked my female parent .