Zaynab was a 38 year-old married Arab hijabi living in Canada. Her husband Amir was the owner of a little coffee shop in Vancouver called "CoffTea". Originally from Syria, he had moved to Canada around 10 years ago and had invested all of his money into the shop. Not enough money to invest in a separate house along with the shop, he had purchased a 2 story building, the bottom floor serving as the shop and the top floor serving as a living area. The living area was very small, it consisted of one room with a closet and an attached bathroom with a bathtub, toilet and sink.
He had gotten married quite young and had a beautiful daughter named Asiya who had just turned 19 years old. 3 months ago, he had brought over his wife Zaynab and his daughter Asiya over to Canada from Syria and they had been living in the shop ever since, that was until Amir heard the news of his grandmother passing away. He left the shop to his wife and daughter and flew back home for a month to attend the funeral.
Zaynab had never managed a store before, much less in a foreign country. Having no choice though, she took over and along with her daughter they opened the store daily in the morning around 9 AM and closed at 9 PM in the evening. Zaynab was a beautiful woman but she wasn't very tall. Standing at 5 ft 5, she was thick and curvy with very pale skin. Her boobs were still very firm with just a slight sag. Of course no one could see them besides her husband as she always wore a loose abaya and a hijab to cover her hair. Her daughter Asiya had inherited her beautiful looks but nothing else. Asiya was pretty tall, standing at 5 ft 9, she had long legs and was very petitie with small B cup boobs and a tight ass. She like her mother also covered her hair with a hijab but wore jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt instead of an abaya.
The business had been decent. It had been 3 weeks since her husband had left, but Zaynab and Asiya had been managing the finance pretty well. As they finished for the day, they locked up and went upstairs to relax, eat and go to sleep. It was the winter months and there wasn't much to do outside anyway. A snowstorm, which had been forecasted a week ago had started and as Zaynab peered out onto the street through the window, she could see the snow had started falling.
"Why don't you go and take a bath mom, it'll help you relax," Asiya told her mother.
"It's too cold for that now, anyway tomorrow is Saturday and the shop is closed, I can take a bath in the morning," Zaynab responded.
As the mother and daughter began to change for bed, Zaynab couldn't help noticing her daughter in just her bra and panties changing in to her pajamas.
She has grown a lot, Zaynab thought to herself, she'll need to be married off soon.
No sooner had that thought finished, she heard a knock from below. Both mother and daughter looked at each other.
"Who do you think is knocking at this hour," Asiya asked puzzled. Zaynab looked through the window below but couldn't see anyone in the dark.
"I can't see anyone, let's go see who it is," Zaynab responded. Both mother and daughter put their clothes and hijab back on and rushed downstairs. Asiya pulled open the shutters and they could see a man standing outside in the snow with nothing but a t-shirt and shorts on that were completely soaked.
"Oh my god, he must be so cold, we should bring him inside," exclaimed Asiya. She unlocked the door and let the man inside. The man limped inside, his hair looked disheveled and he clearly looked homeless. He was an older white man that looked like he was in his 50's, he was bald and had a light stubble. A little shorter than Asiya, he clearly didn't look well. His thigh had a nasty cut on it and the old bandage covering it was nearly falling off.
"Thank you for letting me in ladies, you are so kind, I am Thomas but y'all can call me Tom" croaked the old man shivering from the cold.
"I am Zaynab and this is my daughter Asiya, what were you doing out in the cold in just a t-shirt and shorts?" asked Zaynab perplexed.
"Don't have a place to stay currently, was looking for a place to shelter down for the storm but couldn't find one until I came across your shop, you guys can turn me away if you want."
The old man winced in pain while talking. Zaynab could see the cut was bothering him, she felt sorry for him. In her Arab culture, guests were known to bring blessings and perhaps she thought, this might be a blessing from God.
"Guests are seen as a gift from God, we would never turn you away, we will serve you to the best of our means, here, let us help you upstairs and we can get that bandaged that for you," Zaynab said and walked across until she was supporting the old man's one side.
"Asiya, fetch some water and bandages from the bathroom cupboard while I help him upstairs."
The old man put his left arm over Zaynab, slowly they climbed the stairs following Asiya upstairs, who rushed to grab some water from the sink and the bandages. Asiya returned to find her mother overlooking Thomas, who was seated on the mattress the family shared. She could see her mom's clothes were soaked from helping Thomas up the stairs.
"Asiya, could you help Thomas and bandage him up, I am going to go change into something dry, I'll catch a cold if I stay in these clothes in this weather." Asiya nodded and watched as her mom walked across the room and into the bathroom.
Asiya kneeled down till she was level with Thomas's leg and pulled up the leg on Thomas's shorts to examine the cut. The old man winced from the pain, Asiya noticed the cut was a large one, from just above his knee to all the way up to his crotch area.
"I am going to need you to take your shorts off Thomas, I can't see where this cut ends," Asiya informed him.
"I can't really stand up, could you pull them off for me?" Thomas asked. This was the first time Asiya had been this close to a strange man, she knew it was fine though since she was just taking care of an injured patient.
"Okay let me take them off for you Thomas," she said and put her fingers in the waistband of his shorts. She peeled them off of him and to her shock, he was naked underneath. His cock flopped out, semi hard with the tip poking out from inside the foreskin. Asiya had never seen a penis before, she was still a hijabi teenager who had never been allowed to be near boy's. It looked bigger than she had ever imagined, roughly 5 inches already and slowly growing from the cold air hitting it. She was mesmerized and shocked at the same time seeing his hardening cock poking out from the surrounding pubic hair..
Thomas hadn't been near a woman in over a decade. Seeing this young petite teenage hijabi gawking at his cock made the blood rush to his cock, he could feel his penis getting even harder and in two seconds, was standing 7 inches straight into the air. He was sure he was going to have to spend the night out in the cold, but lucky him, he now had a young girl serving him and making him feel young again.
"Oh sorry Miss, I should have warned you that I didn't have any underwear on," Thomas said interrupting her thoughts and noticing her obvious shock. Asiya stopped staring. She could smell the musky manly scent coming from his crotch. She could feel wetness in between her legs which she had never felt in her life. She decided to focus on her job and block out the dirty thoughts that were spilling in her mind. She started bandaging from his knee upward and start wrapping up the old man's leg. As she reached his crotch area, she saw his heavy balls that were very saggy were covering the last bit of cut on his upper thigh.
"Can you move your....uh.....your private parts?" she asked clearly flustered.
"I need to bandage this last bit of area." Thomas obliged and moved aside his ball sack. As Asiya finished bandaging up that area, he let go of his ball sack and cock which bounced against Asiya's thin long fingers which were still buried against his inner thigh.
"Oh my bad, just the stinging of the cut made me let go," he whispered. Asiya didn't reply, she had liked how his cock felt against the back of her hand. She got up and went over to the closet and pulled out an old t-shirt of her father's.
"You can put this on Thomas, take that wet shirt off, we don't have any pants or underwear though, so you are going to have to make do with this towel," she said tossing him the shirt and towel.
"Thank you Miss," Thomas replied and gingerly got up off the bed. He put on the new shirt and wrapped the towel around his waist. As he sat back on the bed, Zaynab came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and her hijab on.
"How are you feeling Thomas, did Asiya do a good job on that cut?" she asked.
"Oh yes Maam, she did a wonderful job!" exclaimed Thomas. Zaynab looked at Asiya proudly.
"That's how you serve our guests, I am so proud of you taking care of his every need, now go and get ready for bed."
Asiya went into the bathroom and changed into her own robe. She kept her hijab on just like her mom and walked back into the room to see the lights dim and both Thomas and her mom lying down, each on the different ends of the king sized mattress.
"You are going to have to lie in the middle Asiya," her mother said and beckoned her daughter to the place where she was to sleep. Asiya climbed the mattress from the foot of it and lay next to her mother, pulling the blanket over all the three of them. Her mother turned over to face the wall and away from her, before Asiya followed suit, she could see Thomas still awake, staring at the ceiling with his hand rubbing something underneath the blanket. She figured he was rubbing where she had put the new bandage and thought about asking him how his cut was feeling. I did all I could she thought and instead, just turned over.
Asiya couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about the old man's cock. She was a virgin and a muslimah who had never even thought about sex. Girls were supposed to wait till marriage for this kind of thing. Seeing the old man's cock though had sparked the womanhood in her. She could feel her panties get moist just thinking about it. She wondered what it would feel like if it was inside her. Would it fill her up, would it make her cum for the first time,would it throb from her touch.....As the thoughts were running through her mind, she felt a hand behind her reach under her robe and slowly pull it up until it was bunched up against her hips. That hand moved to her right ass cheek and slowly started squeezing it.
Oh my god, thought Asiya, Thomas must still be awake. She reached back and grabbed his hand to pull it off, Thomas though grabbed her arm with his other hand and pulled it until she was on her back and her wrapped around his erect uncut cock. Asiya gasped, she had just been thinking about this cock and now it was in her hand. She turned to look at Thomas and he was looking at her with pleading eyes.
"I haven't had a woman touch me in years, seeing you close to me has me hard for the last hour.....please," he whispered. Asiya looked at his cock, it looked so inviting and after all, her mother had told her that it was a muslimah's responsibility to look after their guests.
She nodded and slowly started tugging on the old man's cock, I didn't know men got this hard, she thought to herself. As she stroked him, Thomas reached with his other hand and undid the front of her robe and pulled it aside revealing her petite boobs and her soaked panties. Thomas wasted no time in diving his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and sliding his finger against her wet snatch. He tried to slide his finger inside and struggled to initially.
She has to be a virgin, he thought, he hadn't been with a woman in a while but he knew what a virgin felt like. The old man pulled his finger out from her underwear and pulled it off of her long legs.
"Please suck on my cock missy," he whispered.
"I don't know how"
"It's easy, just suck on it like a popsicle," Thomas urged her. Asiya looked over to her mom, she was still fast asleep. Asiya slowly got up and peeled the robe off of herself. She could feel her virgin pussy dripping onto her leg. She slowly lowered her head until she was hovering right over and Thomas's cock and slowly took it into her mouth. It tasted salty and musky, a taste Asiya loved instantly. She was a woman at the height of her fertility and sexual prowess and the old man's cock had unlocked in her what she had kept locked away behind her hijab. Asiya started playing with the old man's balls as she sucked him, her tongue working the head of his cock and underneath the foreskin, she wasn't just sucking on it, she was making love to it, she was worshiping it. Thomas was in heaven, he'd never been blown like this, much less by an inexperienced teenage hijabi who was sucking cock for the first time. He knew he wouldn't last long and he had to have a piece of her pussy.
Thomas pulled Asiya off of his cock. Fuck, I wish my leg wasn't injured or I'd have her on all fours, fucking her from behind, he thought.
"Turn over," he said and turned Asiya unto her side. Turning over to his side gingerly, he slowly lifter her top leg and let his cock rub the outside of her pussy.
"Please be gentle.....aaah, I've never done this," Asiya moaned and whispered at the same time. The old man patted her ass in sympathy as if to say, don't worry and slowly started pushing his cock into her.
He could feel that this petite hijabi was completely soaked but it was still hard for him to slide into her. He spit on his hand and applied it to her vagina and thrust once again, Asiya moaned loudly, this time he was in.
Asiya was in pain, it felt like the old man's thick cock had torn in her two but as he kept sliding in and out of her, the pain turned to ecstasy. Thomas kissed her neck from behind.
"Are you okay Missy."
"Yes but please don't stop, it feels so much better now," Asiya moaned. Thomas kept thrusting in her, her love hole fit his cock like a glove and both the old man and the teenage hijabi were pleasuring each other in unison.
Thomas stopped thrusting and pulled Asiya on top of him as he lay on his back. Asiya didn't know what to do but her body responded all by itself. She started riding the old man's thick cock, his pubic hair rubbing her swollen clit put her over the edge and within 2 thrusts, she was cumming for the first time.
"Oh my god," she panted as her hands rubbed Thomas's hairy chest while her pussy spasmed. Thomas pulled her in and they started kissing, Asiya sucked on her lover's tongue and as they made out, Thomas reached behind and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and started thrusting in and out of the teenage hijabi furiously.
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Zaynab woke up to the mattress rocking. Are we having an earthquake she thought immediately, they were common in Syria, where she was from. She turned over and what she saw shocked her.
Her daughter Asiya was completely naked besides her hijab covering her hair. She was squatting over the guest who they had brought in just a few hours ago. He was naked too, his bald head shining in the dim light, her daughter's face buried in his chest hair and most importantly, his cock buried inside her daughter. Zaynab saw the old man thrusting in and out of his daughter, his cock disappearing and reappearing inside what was her daughter's virgin pussy just an hour ago. It was big, much bigger than her husband's. It looked so thick and she could see that he was uncut, the foreskin sliding up and down every time Thomas thrusted out of her daughter.
She knew this was wrong, her daughter was a muslimah, her pussy belonged to her husband, not some homeless old man off the street. But watching the scene unfold in front of her, the MILF hijabi felt the warmness in between her legs, her pussy betraying what her mind was telling her.
She felt a pang of jealousy, she could tell her daughter was enjoying getting fucked, something she had never experienced. Sex had been a chore for her with her husband but this was something else, they were making love. Zaynab also felt that it was her own fault, she did tell her daughter to fulfill every need of their guest, her daughter had just obeyed her. She knew one thing though, she could not let this old man fill her daughter Asiya with his seed, she was far too young to get pregnant.
Zaynab slowly stripped off her robe and underwear in the dark. She crept slowly up to them as they were fucking and reached her hands in between Thomas's leg. In one motion, she grabbed her daughter's ass and pull it off of him with hand and with the other grabbed the old man's cock.
"What the fuck," Thomas yelped in surprise. Asiya looked at her mother in shock.
"Mom...uh.....I.....can.....I can explain," stuttered Asiya realizing that she actually couldn't. Her mom hadn't said anything, instead she had lowered her head and began sucking on Thomas's pulsating cock. Thomas couldn't believe his luck, he was just fucking the tightest of virgins and now he had a married muslimah MILF making love to his cock, he could see her hijab covered head bobbing up and down his cock.
Zaynab pulled her mouth off of the old man's cock and looked at her daughter.
"No no need to explain honey, it was my fault, you took care of our guest as I asked but there's no way I can let him cum inside you, I am actually barren, so if he's going to cum anywhere, it's inside me," the hijabi mother told her daughter before getting up and straddling the old man, she slid his cock easily inside herself and began to ride him.
"Oh my dear God, you fill me up so much better than my husband ever did," she moaned and groaned and felt like she was going to cum soon. Asiya couldn't believe what she was seeing, her mother's big tits bounced up and down as she rode the man who had just take her virginity. Thomas pulled Asiya up over his face and had her straddle over him, he started eating her pussy as he thrusted in and out of her mother.
Thomas couldn't last much longer, ten thrusts later, he was spurting all inside Zaynab, filling this married hijabi's love hole with his baby batter. Zaynab buckled as she felt his cock pulsate inside her and came simultaneously with him. It was the first time she had orgasmed in her life, her husband had never made her cum. At the same time Asiya came, covering Thomas's face with her juices. The old man gave her pussy one final kiss, licking her swollen clit, before pulling her off of him and laying her besides him and kissing her, burying his tongue in her mouth and sucking on her tongue.
Meanwhile Zaynab pulled herself off of the old homeless man's softening cock and saw her daughter and the old man making out, she grabbed his cock, softer but still semi-hard and took it in her mouth sucking out the last bit of the old man's sperm, she loved the taste of it. With his cock still in her mouth she suddenly realized that her daughter and her had their first climax for the first time tonight and via the same man, God does bless those who honor their guests she thought...