My Arab mom
In the quiet, suburban neighborhood where she had lived for the past decade, Zara was known for her warm smile and the meticulous care she took of her garden. Each morning, she’d don her hijab and gloves, stepping outside to greet the dew-kissed flowers with a gentle spray from her watering can. Her son, Khalid, had long outgrown the need for her constant attention, but she never ceased to marvel at the man he had become. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a gentle nature that belied his fierce protectiveness, he was the pride of her heart and desire of her loins. After seeing him stroke his cock in the shower and release 16 long, hot, rich, creamy ropes of cum from his 10 inch cock fully erect as he whispered “Oh Mom swallow it all, I …