Mimi knows she must tell her mum

Mimi and her mother Marion sat down, and Mimi realised how attractive her mother still was. Marion was 48, blonde and blessed with beautiful blue eyes, large, shapely firm bosom, a bum that was admired by every man who saw her, especially when she wore her favourite blue jeans. Marion had retained the fine figure that many women half her age would wish for.

But it was in particular Marion’s breasts that her daughter had envied, Mimi’s breasts had stopped developing at the point where she had assumed hers would grow to the proportions of her mothers. Mimi's breasts were indeed pretty and not minute, she wasn’t flat-chested but beside her mother, Mimi’s tits paled in comparison. Until, that is, Farid had fulfilled his Arab Muslim obligation inside her; now Mimi’s breasts were the equal of her mothers. Nevertheless, Mimi’s magnificent udders were temporary; when she had finished breastfeeding Farid’s baby, her breasts would almost certainly return to their former size, her mother’s however, were permanently breathtakingly gorgeous.

Marion had noticed how heavy and large her daughter’s breasts had become, and Marion remembered how her daughter had complained that she wished that her bosom had been like Marion’s; well it was now! And, though Marion felt that a christian cross positioned upon such exposed breasts was a little disrespectful, well, Mimi wasn’t outside the house o perhaps it wasn’t so bad.

Marion noticed that her daughter looked somewhat tense and asked her if all was okay with her and the baby?

Mimi replied that everything about her pregnancy was beautiful, and while Marion noticed (Mimi’s dungarees were quite low cut, or perhaps it was the copiousness of her colostrum-filled breasts) that Mimi’s nipples were becoming erect, Mimi blurted out that she had something to tell her mother about the man who had impregnated her; Marion wondered if she had heard her daughter correctly and Mimi’s blushes were evidence that she had.

‘Well?’ Marion asked, as gently as the circumstances permitted. Marion knew at once that it wasn’t poor, sweet Micheal, Mimi’s husband who was the father of Mimi’s unborn baby.

An image of an erect cock entering her daughter’s cunt shook Marion. Which man’s cock? At this point it is important to note that the image that briefly imposed itself on Marion's mind was white; she assumed perhaps a friend of Mimi and Micheal at church.

'Mum, he isn't white, he isn't christian, I was seduced by an Algerian Muslim, mum'.

And, involuntarily, it was stunned Marion’s nipples and also her cunt lips that now that began to stiffen. Her bum quivered too, in memory of those days in Kuwait. Marion was flabbergasted, never had she imagined that her daughter had the same yearning for Arab sex that Marion had lived with since Kuwait!