[MF] A mulsim milf in Toronto….but different then the last one

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This takes place almost 20 years ago. In Scarborough specifically.

The reason this is so long as this one was a personal conquest of mine. It took a long time too. It took at least a year to pull off. And I worked for it…believe me I worked for it. It wasn’t a masterful seduction or corruption (depending on your point of view). Mistakes were made, but I made more steps forward then backward, so it became very rewarding.

For context, in this she will refer to her ex husband as husband. She was in the process of getting a divorce, but still separated. She assured everyone that it was happening, in the courts, etc. If you want to judge me for going after a woman technically married…go right ahead. As I’m so fond of saying, young dumb and full of cum.

Also, I’ll be describing, what I refer to as inconsistent follow of Muslim faith and doctrines or practises. It could also be linked to culture as well. I plead ignorance and I apologize in advance if I misrepresent any religious or cultural norms going on in this story. It is not my intention and if you feel the need to correct/educate, I’m all ears.

I’ll describe the mom at this point. And from here on, I’ll try and refer her as “M”. She was about 5’5. Pale skin, a few freckles under the eyes or beauty marks, either way. Olive eyes, but large, made her look very pretty, especially when she smiled. Long curly brown hair. She was very thin. No ass, no hips, small B cup breasts at best, not a negative at all, she looked good all over and her HWP was very complimentary. I should note that sometimes she would wear an hijab and be conservatively dressed. Other times, no hijab and western style form fitting clothing that showed off her body without showing skin. She was inconsistent that way and in other practises that I judged “muslim” so she followed it sometimes but not all the time.

As a childcare worker, what worked to my advantage is that she had 2 children. Boy and a girl. Both absolutely loved me. They were young. Like 5 and 6. They were adorable and the youngest one, the boy, was a little rascal who wouldn’t listen. So that changed when I was looking after him. Firm but fair. And eventually he got reigned in (to an extent) and mom really loved it because she tried at home but not much luck as she said to me. The boy also really liked me. Sometimes calling me ‘dad’ by accident. But as a teacher to young kids, you get that a lot, I’m sure teachers can vouch. It’s an accident and most of the time it was a slip of the tongue, nothing more. So mom loved my positive influence on her son and her daughter also loved having me around so it was a win-win.

She would always come to pick up her kids and we’d talk. That happened all the time. But the first time I sniffed some interest from her was about 8-10 months into her joining the childcare centre. M came up to me asking to speak with me in private. I didn’t think any of it, but said sure. When we got into another room she told me that she heard I was dating some of the moms. I paused, wanting to be careful of this. I didn’t want her getting upset or raising an alarm, and she spoke so nervously that I was unsure of her intention.

Point of order, I was a childcare worker and had some relations with a mom or two prior to this.

I replied, that we were enjoying each others company. And left it at that. I wanted to hint, without giving anything away overtly. I didn’t know where she was going with this.

She scrunched her brow (no hijab wearing today, she was dressed in tight sweater and jeans with a thigh high fake leather boot, looked great). When she scrunches, I know she’s trying to work something out and it looked cute on her. She finally replied with “So, you enjoy them?”
I smiled inwardly, my dirty mind immediately went to the joke, but I decided to play it cool. “We enjoy each others time and company. ” Similar as before, neutral (I’m posting this from memory so bear with me).

M: “Uhh…ok. So with the kids?”

Me: “Nope, just adults. Every mom can use a break and enjoy some time with another adult.”

M laughed in relief and replied “I know what you mean. It’s been a long time for me. I always have the kids, and my sister helps too.” She went on that way, completely oblivious to how I meant it. But she came back with “I heard that you play with them, yes?”

me: “uh, in a manner of speaking, sure. But as adults.”

Again she scrunched her brow. But I didn’t give anything more. Again, playing this neutral because I’m not sure the vibe at this point. She then spoke up when she heard her kids yelling her for “I gotta go. But maybe you play with me like this. I don’t go out much and hard to bring adults over who aren’t family. But kids like you so it should be ok. I have to go…” And she walked away. I mean, the way she spoke at the beginning, I could have gone ‘there’. But her follow up made me realize she has no idea what we do but it was the start. It piqued my interest and it made me resolve myself to try my best to land this elusive opportunity. My Moby Dick if you will.

A few days later she comes back to pick up her kids and asks to see me privately. I’m thinking, ok this is the ‘playdate’ stuff we talked about before. When we get alone, she slaps me on the chest. Not hard at all (she has the thinnest yet longest fingers which I couldn’t help notice all the time). She had this half smile, half shocked look on her face. “You are….with these women?”

The pause, let me know what she meant without actually saying it. She was too embarrassed. I simply replied with “Yes”.

M: “But you are not married, they are not married. How can you do this?”

me: “Are you asking me how I could physically do it or because we are unmarried?” I got a little cheeky there.

M scrunched her brow again piecing what I said together. I should let you know she came from Lebanon and has been in Toronto for only 2 years. English was fine, accent sure, but some words and phrases gave her trouble so she scrunched her face a lot trying to work things out. This is one of those times. “Yes, I mean…married. You are unmarried yes?” I nod. “Then, isn’t it…bad for you?”

I was assuming she was referring to her muslim and cultural practices, drawing up from experience. I tried explaining to her that Canada is pretty progressive (sortof) and that unmarried, consenting adults can do this kind of thing if they both like it and to explore things they haven’t explored before (I referenced that because the 3 moms were trying out new things with me and I wanted to dangle that carrot in case this was one of those possibilities).

She considered it. Thought about it. I could literally see the wheels turning in her head. She looked up at me and murmured “I don’t know.” And walked away. I had no idea what she meant at the time.
So over a couple of weeks, business as usual. We talked about the kids about stuff in general. A little bonding, everything PG. I let something flirtatious slip through…she either took it or didn’t realize what it was at the time. But eventually she asked to speak to me in private. Again, sure. She immediately said to me “I don’t want to play with you like that.”

I frowned, totally confused. Not remembering the past conversation this linked too. “What?”

M: “I will not play with you. You know…that.” And made this double handle gesture that in no way meant sex but I went there anyway with her words.

“Ok, no problem. ” What do I say to that, I’m like 24 or 25.

M: “But I need to talk to you. ANd I can’t on phone. Can I give you my email?”

I reply “Sure, you can talk to me about anything.” Again, I vowed to get this so I left something hanging. She wrote her email and gave it to me and walked out with her kids. And that started the real conquest.

I emailed her. At first, PG, G rated stuff. Normal conversation. How are you, etc. I think she didn’t want to be seen talking on the phone with me and there was no texting or social media. Those Nokias were solid bricks and you had to hit the “S” 4 times to text out. To make a longer story short, she slowly over time (months mind you) that she liked sex, she missed it. She was also abused by hubby (which threw things off from time to time). ANd she never had a real partner. She still didn’t want to do anything with me at first. However, she did reveal some fantasies she had and I used those to work on her. One of those is that she never gave a blowjob or had a guy go down on her. According to her, hubby only had sex with her missionary and infrequent enough that she felt undesired and not sexy and resentful.

So being the upstanding moral person I am, I used that to open a crack in her wall by basically sharing with her what I would do (in email) being very descriptive. I did this a few times and eventually she admitted she played with herself reading the emails. She would never give in but I always said that it’s much better in person and it can happen.

So fast forward to the 8-10 month mark. Over this time, we have emailed constantly (during the mornings when she’s at home and when I have some spare time). She shared with me her sexual repression, fantasies and what she likes, she knows mine too. She also picks her kids up at daycare, we try to talk about normal things in person but she gets shy, embarrassed but sticks it out with the kids around. Until finally one day I’m describing a scene where her fantasy gets played out in which she takes me into her bathroom, gets on her knees and sucks me while I take her to the bedroom and go down on her for an hour. Until she said, ok, come over.

After getting reassurance that this was legit. I sonic the hedgehogged my ass over there. I already knew her address so I let her know I was there by the buzzing of the apartment intercom. She buzzed me in. I went to the appropriate floor and knocked on the door quietly ( as per her instructions).
The door slowly creaked open and a waving hand beckoned me in. She was hiding behind the door. I carefully step inside and before I can even do anything. She pushed me into the bathroom that was right beside the apartment main door.

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She was wearing an hijab, light form fitting sweater and jeans. Nothing risque at all. But I could still make out the outline of her thin body. I leaned back on the sink and looked at her. She had her head down, couldn’t make out her face. So embarrassed she said, and she also said “I don’t know what to do.”

I thought I would be suave and get her in the mood by giving her a kiss. I leaned down and tried to bring her head up. But she swatted my hands away. “No kissing. Only for future husband.”

Alright, strike one. So i thought I’d be more bold. I grabbed her shoulders and pressured her down. She went down easily enough to her knees. I started to get aroused at that, at the time I’m thinking, ok sweet blowjob time. She remained motionless so I finally figured out at that point that I would have to lead and direct everything and whatever happened, happened.

I undid my jeans and slipped my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. M looked up to see my half erect dick. Half because of the awkward situation, I wasn’t fully aroused and I’m a grower not a shower anyway. I told her to give me her hand and she brought her right hand up. I grabbed it and put it on my cock. She instinctively wrapped those long slender fingers around it and started jerking me. I felt so turned on. Her hands were dry so it wasn’t the best, but there was something taboo about this for me. A muslim woman wearing a hijab was giving me a handjob and I was going to get her to suck my dick. She stroked me at the same pace, feeling it get harder and bigger in her hand. She either looked at my cock or at the ground but I could hear her breathing a little heavier, hopefully from arousal.

I told her after a few minutes of stroking to open her lips. She opened them a little bit (she had a small mouth) and I angled my body (since she wasn’t moving at all) to place my cock near her lips. Again, she wouldn’t move. So I angled my body, bending my knees lower to an uncomfortable position and finally my cockhead touched her lips. At that point, she kissed it. The first time her muslim lips kissed any dick, let alone a white dudes dick. I encouraged her. That’s it, keep going. Feels so good. Those kind of things. She kept kissing the head for awhile. It wasn’t until I started pressing my hips forward (and my cock) that she got the idea and opened her lips to let my cock go inside.

I guess at that point the wall was taken down. She finally got into it…sortof. She proceeded to bob her head back and forth. I didn’t have to guide her, a blowjob is pretty easy to do mechanically. But after getting comfortable, I was able to uncontort (not a word I know) my body and straighten my knees out so that it felt more comfortable for me. And that’s how it went. She holding onto my cock at the base. Her mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. Going 1/3 of the way down before popping back up. She was nervous and her mouth was dry and you could tell in the blowjob. But I didn’t want to shatter the ‘magic’ of the moment and I stuck it out. At one point I grabbed the back of her head and thrust myself forward slowly. She allowed it. I was touching her hijab at the back and she had a fist wrapped around my cock, acting as a lips barrier as when I went forward, her lips would travel down my shaft until it hit her hand wrapped around me and I would bob back out. That was her way of telling me I’m only going down that far.

This went on for about 15 minutes or so. Until finally I built enough speed and stimulation to send me over the edge. I told her I was going to cum and she immediately retracted her lips and hand. That same hand, making a cupping gesture until my cock like she was going to catch my cum. I immediately grab my cock, I didn’t want to lose the intensity of my orgasm and kept stroking myself until I erupted. I didn’t shoot into her hand, I launched it over her hand and onto the bathroom tile. I didn’t care, I just wanted to shoot and I had a lot to pump out. Eventually, she cupped her hand around my cock and held her other hand out so it wouldn’t go on the floor. Not sure why, didn’t care at the time. But at the end, both of her hands were covered in my cum. She noted that I did cum “a lot” which I guess is a plus. The only words she spoke since the beginning. She proceeded to wash her hands while I zipped up. Her head was still lowered, no eye contact.

I took her hand and guided her out of the bathroom. She went willingly. I told her to go the bedroom. She hesitated for a second, but she went, I followed. When I went in after her, she quickly closed the door. As if others could see me go in with her, I don’t know. I directed her to the bed and laid her down. She covered her face with her hand so I wouldn’t see her or she wouldn’t see me? Later she confessed with embarrassment/shame but also extreme arousal and like being told what to do.
I unbuttoned her jeans and when offered no resistance, proceeded to slide them down. Lifting her ass in the process and giving it a good smack. She squealed in surprise and pain. One of the few sounds she made at this point.

I took down her panties and there was a huge bush awaiting me. She was a very hairy person. Even on her arms, shoulders and even legs. She didn’t shave, or shave very often. At this point, I didn’t care. I wanted to get her off so she would want to do this again. She managed to move one hand over her pussy and one hand over her eyes. I swatted the hand away from her pussy and she didn’t put the hand back. She brought it back up to her face. I spread her legs out wide, she gasped. At the time she didn’t know what I was going to do (she told me later), she thought I was going to finger her or fuck her.

What I did was bring her ass to the edge of the bed and I knelt down on the floor and started to eat that pussy out. I didn’t start off slow or easy, I went right in. To say she was shocked as an understatement. A gasp, a tightening of her legs on my head, a shock, followed by moans. More moaning, then relaxing of her legs, letting me do what I needed to do. I licked her all over, darted my tongue in and out of her pussy. I did the alphabet a few times on her clit before I sucked it in my mouth and flicked it hard with my tongue over and over again.

Her hands reached out to grip the bedsheets. Her eyes squinted tightly shut so she couldn’t see (still). Her mouth was open and moaning loudly. I looked up to watch her. She was so thin that no breasts or body could obscure my sight of her face. She was loving her first time getting licked. She started to turn her body slightly to the sides as I kept going. Her legs went back to tighten around the side of my head. And with a long continual moan, she orgasmed. I could feel it. Her thighs shaking beside my ears. Her body clenching up, those muscles were so tight and she writhed around. I had my arms around her legs to hold her as still as possible but it was a challenge to keep my tongue on her clit while she was orgasming. It was like holding onto a bronco at a rodeo. Eventually she came down, and I allowed her to get her breath back before applying my lips and tongue again to her pussy. Giving her a 2nd orgasm that had the same effect on her.

I was going to do a 3rd, when she stopped me. So as much as I was in charge, no still means no. And she said I needed to leave. She quickly got under the covers, eyes still shut. I laughed to myself at what just happened. I said “I’ll go, but did you like it?” She nodded. “Do you want to do it again?” A pause, then a nod yes. “Did you like sucking my cock” She nodded. “Did you like having your pussy licked?” She flinched at that, but nodded. She later told me she doesn’t like that word, but doesn’t have a word she would prefer me to say about it, so I stuck with the word ‘pussy’.

I leaned down and told her to her eyes shut face. “We’re doing this again. And next time, I’m going to fuck you.” I didn’t expect a response, but she smiled and nodded and waved for me to leave. I kissed her on her forehead and said thank you and left.

That’s the end of my first experience with the muslim milf. It wasn’t the last. And holy shit, was it awkward for her to pick her kids up that same day. I loved it. I got off on it. Wouldn’t look at me at all, wouldn’t even speak to me. We would email each other so I knew later on that things were ok for her.
If you want to hear about other times with the muslim mom, let me know. They’re not many. We only got together a few times but they were alright.

Thanks everyone for reading this novel. And I apologize in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes

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