Son of Zahra, my mom's friend

I had returned from work, I was napping in the afternoon, the noise outside tore my nap. I raised my voice, boy, donkey, donkey, if you do not have a sister or a mother, why are you all staring at the people? Mojtaba, son of Zahra Khanum, has a strange interest in pigeons. My father is a pigeon, but he respects his neighbors. I went and got their number to give a serious warning to her father. Hello, Mr. Hassan, when a woman said in a female voice, "Yes, please." The sentence said, "My mouth is closed." He said, "You're cursing all these dads. Sure, you're not cursing yourself. I had a phone in my hand. I just heard the trumpet. I listened to it. I used to come there to sleep and study. It was in the afternoon. My room overlooked the bedroom. It was Zahra Khanum, my mother's friend, whose curtains always covered the window. In front of the window, when I came, my eyes fell on their house. She was walking with herself, pulling her hand and making noise. Her eyes fell on me, she quickly folded her arms and legs, put on her shorts, and came back. At that time, he was not yet forty years old. I was the only son in the family who was all waiting for a doctor to accept me. I was bleeding a lot. I thought my mother was coming down. Ms. Zahra explained, but I was lustful I could see you in her eyes. I prepared myself for an arithmetic bite. I put him to bed, sucked his breasts, and kissed him, who untied his waist and took my cock in his hand. I knocked until he came to tell me not to pour water. I poured half of my water on him. I was embarrassed. I was also accepted as a nurse. In less than a year, Zahra Khanum had a son, who now tells me that she may be your own son.