The next morning; Mimi is a mother

The morning following the birth of Mimi’s two daughters, she woke to a Moroccan nurse gently advising her that her babies needed feeding, and that the nurse would assist her in getting into position to feed the two babies simultaneously.

The nurses in the maternity unit who were mostly Arab as befits a maternity for the Arab community hailed from Morocco, Yemen, Algeria; the others were from Pakistan and from Afghanistan. All were excellent nurses, caring, competent and with infinite patience with the mothers, especially those who were new mums, as Mimi was.

Mimi was the novelty, the first white. The first of many, it was hoped.

In fact, Mimi felt that these nurses had infinite tolerance, for the actual breastfeeding of one new baby was difficult, but as Mimi had two, she found it initially almost impossible. She had practised positions before the birth with her mother, using two life sized dolls (Arab ethnicity, the father of her babies insisted on that, of course!).

But, two living, breathing, demanding new borns were not dolls, and they were infinitely more difficult to position and satisfy. However, an Algerian nurse and then the Moroccan nurse stayed with Mimi every minute while she attempted to, and then finally was able to, albeit with the nurse’s skilled help, to position both of her babies, and have them latch onto her nipples (now a deep darker pink colour), and have them feed from her.

And so, the Moroccan nurse early in the morning, and later Algerian and Yemeni nurses, helped Mimi to position on the pillows that she had placed around her, her babies to enable them to be at the level of her pale white breasts and while Mimi was still requiring the assistance of the nurses, she felt, as the approving nurses did, that she was making progress.

Of course the two babies had no concept nor idea of their mother not only not being the same ethnicity as them, but of a different religion also. But as with the daughter and son of Louise and Florence’s son, they would learn as they got older, that their mother was white, and christian.

Mimi’s hungry daughters found her enlarged nipples quickly, perhaps aided by her raised areolae. Mimi’s breasts had never been bigger than they were now and in fact they were 2 whole sizes larger. Mimi loved the feel of them, heavy and melon-like. It was a matter to be discussed, exactly how long Mimi’s breasts would be this magnificent, this ample. It was a decision to be made by the father of her babies, the 73 year old Algerian; but he would of course consider the wishes of his wife.

Mimi, his white french breeding cow and cum-sac, had no say in the matter. She bent to his wishes, willingly and lovingly.

As long as Mimi was breastfeeding his two daughters, he couldn’t fuck her down her throat, and he did like the wet, devoted touch of her throat on his cock-head. He wasn't getting any younger, who knew how long he had to enjoy his pretty white cow? Unknown to Mimi, and indeed her mother, Farid had pondered swapping them around after a couple of months. Mimi, his fuck meat, and her mother, to breastfeed the twins.

Mimi gazed down at her milk-laden breasts with bliss; her Arab, Muslim baby girls sucked strongly on her and after a halting few drops, the milk began to squirt in a rhythm with the babies’ urging, and they both ceased to complain and were content at the meal their mother provided to them.

Even now at the babies’ third third feed at her breasts, Mimi in her submissive white bliss, was struck how Arab they both were. They were the enchanting coffee colour of their father. There seemed to be no diminution of their Arab ethnicity due to her, their white mother. Both the babies had a mop of jet black hair and deep brown eyes , in addition to their brown skin. They were both their father’s daughters.

Farid’s semen was strong.

Mimi worshipped more than ever the 73 year old Algerian whose fabulous, potent, dominant Arabic cock had conquered her hairy french cunt. Their two daughters, now sucking her milk from her, were evidence for all to see that she had been seduced and fucked by an Arab, not her poor weak white husband. She had dreamed for years of sleeping with an Arab man, of having his mixed race child. Now, she had, with the only distinctions between her fantasy and reality, were that she had two babies, whereas her dreams had only ever allowed her one, and secondly, her two babies were mixed race in name only. They were in real terms, 100% Arab. Part of Mimi absolutely loved that, but part of her was still worried about the reaction from her and husband’s white families, and also that of the wider white community. Also, how could she explain to them all, Christians all, that her daughters were not only Arab, but Muslim too?

If the white reaction was hostile, Mimi had decided that would simply push her into the arms of the Arab community even more fundamentally. She had passed the point of no return.

‘You know that you are the first white mother to give birth here?’ the Moroccan nurse smiled ‘you will help attract more, we are all confident of that!’, looking not at Mimi but at her Arab babies, Mimi blushed with some embarrassment but mostly with subjugated arousal. Mimi wanted to bring other white christian women to know the paradise that she had experienced, just as much as the Arab Muslim men and women wanted.

The nurse continued ‘we hope that more white women give birth here, your babies as strong in our ethnicity as any born to the Arab mothers, you are such a wonderful advertisement to other white women who dream of having a baby with an Arab man’. Mimi yearned to caress her french cunt and she was mortified when the nurse told her that when Mimi had fed her babies and settled them back down to sleep, that she should wait at least a fortnight being even thinking of wanking her white cunt. Giving birth would take time to recover from. And despite Farid’s needs, she should not allow him in her for a while yet.

Farid was using Mimi’s mother (still only in her mid forties) for sex and so, her mum would have to allow him up her skirt while Mimi recovered.

Before mid day, Farid’s wife, Yasmeen arrived and after looking with love at the two babies sleeping contentedly at the end of Mimi’s bed, sat down amd kissed her husband’s white breeding cow.

‘Mimi, you need to invite one of the church sisters to visit you here today. You mentioned three that were the easiest for us to charm? Which one should you invite?’