Yasmeen exerts control

Mimi sat down next to her mother while the aged Arab couple sat opposite them, facing them. The couple though old, perhaps seventy, maybe a few years younger, it was difficult to say, looked alert and assured, unlike Marion who was bewildered, she was incredibly aroused by her pretty white daughter being fucked by their son Farid and Marion was intensely enraptured by Mimi having two mixed race Arab babies in her belly but Marion was also comprehending the help and support that Mimi would need as a married white mother of two brown babies, everybody would see; beyond Marion’s orgasmic bliss, there would be practical and real consequences to Mimi giving birth to Farid's Arab babies. All would know that it was an Arab cock that unloaded its cum inside Mimi's married white cunt, not her cucked white husband's pink dick, he was respected in the church, he was inadequate at home. He was replaced by an Arab man in the marriage bed.

Because Marion knew, Arab sperm was immensely powerful and whenever a fertile white woman was flooded with an Algerian, Moroccan, Yemeni ejaculation, she was was definitely conquered and she became pregnant with his beautiful brown baby.

Poor Michael’s insipid, impotent white seed, in Marion’s opinion, and patently in Mimi's opinion, had no chance.

Despite Marion's most ardent prayers, she was now most thoroughly an on-heat white christian bitch and having real problems composing herself; she took deep breaths and was determined to think about the complications and difficulties that Mimi would encounter, in an attempt to cool her passions.

However, the old Arab couple, whether they were Farid's parents or perhaps grandparents, looked triumphantly at her and indeed exultantly; they were in complete control and indeed had been for some time.

Mimi turned to her mother and in a slightly faltering voice said, ‘mummy, this is Farid, I am pregnant with his beautiful babies’.

Marion was stunned; this old man, this old Algerian, had fucked her sweet, shy, demure twenty two year old, recently married, graceful, lovely daughter and not only that, had impregnated her with his seventy year old cock! He was old enough to be Marion's father! This man wasn't Farid's father or Farid's grandfather, he actually WAS FARID!!!

Marion stared at the elderly Arab man sitting opposite her, he was radiant, his pleasing dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle, and Marion noticed that despite his age (he was surely as old as her mother) she was attracted to him, his confidence, his pull, his Arab magnetism and his mature beauty, undimmed by age. Suddenly she understood how he had seduced her sweet Mimi. Marion was seduced just looking at him, knowing what he had done to her daughter. She looked at him, seeing him with his hands on her daughter, she looked at him, seeing his hands up her skirt, she looked at him, seeing him on top of her daughter, she looked at him, as he exposed his glorious dark Muslim c........; Marion startled at her loss of self-control gasped and closed her eyes and then opened them at looked at the Arab lady, small in stature, a pensioner but she was lithe, sharp and Mimi was clearly in awe of her.

Marion wasn’t prepared for the elderly woman’s authority and superiority; Marion had always assumed that Muslim wives were seen and not heard, she was about to learn that this absolutely not the case indeed.

‘I am Yasmeen and I am Farid’s wife and I am, or perhaps some will feel, will also be, ‘aunty’ to Mimi’s babies. Your beautiful daughter will explain to you why she chose to become pregnant for our Arab Muslim community and I will then tell you how you can do your duty too, despite being past child-bearing age’.

Yasmeen then looked directly at Marion’s crotch; Marion felt herself to be by now quite drenched down there and accepted with utter shame that the Arab woman must be able to see, or goodness me, detect the scent of Marion’s love-juice oozing from her white, christian cunt.

Her duty?

Dazed Marion looked in astonishment as Yasmeen got up and sat on the other side of Mimi and undid the buttons on her denim dungarees and allowed the garment to drop down, exposing Mimi’s large, heavy, fruitful, pregnant belly; that the old Arab lady’s surprisingly sublime brown skin contrasted with Mimi’s pale white belly stimulated Marion to a higher state of agitation.

As did Mimi’s fabulously majestically erect nipples, evident to all, her bra now damp with spots of colostrum, which Mimi's pregnant body was now producing in readiness for her soon-to-be-born babies.

Mimi began.