I graduated from high school being a top student in my year and got accepted to University of Sydney to study Engineering and I plan to be a Civil Engineer just like my father.
My name is Karim which means generous in Arabic, and I am originally from Iraq but grew up in Australia. I had a younger brother who passed away when I was young, so I pretty much grew up as an only child. My father's name is Jawad which means generous in Arabic, and he owns an Engineering consultancy firm having 2 branches in Sydney and a branch in Melbourne. Like me he is tanned skin, with short thick black hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders, big biceps, and light trimmed beard. We literally look alike and you could say I am the 18-year-old version of my dad. We could pass as twins. He is 38 years old and is still in shape as he plays sports and goes to the gym.
My mother's name is Dunia which means life in Arabic she owns a bridal and ballgown boutique store in Sydney and she has recently become a wedding planner. My mother has a business background as she majored in Management back in university. She is your typical Arabic beauty long luscious black hair, arched eyebrows, dark eyes, round face, full lips, full cheeks, and an hourglass figure. She is the same age as my father, and they got married when they were 19 years old and had me at the age of 20. My parents are mad in love with each other as they are always touchy with each other and have been together since they were 18 especially coming from Iraq where dating is not part of the culture. Me and my dad have the same birthday so my mum would spoil both of us.
I always felt lucky having them as my parents being they are younger than all the other parents and at the same time being successful in their careers. My parents have looked the same since they were 18 and have kept the same body as they played sports and go to the gym. I am proud to have good looking parents and because of that I inherited my good looks from them. My parents are not your typical Iraqis for example my mum would wear short skirts and when going to the beach she would wear a bikini. In other words, my parents are open minded for an Iraqi and they had no problem with me dating girls.
The only Iraqi thing about my parents would be that they always wanted me to have the best grades and they taught me that family comes first.
During my high school years, I dated a few girls and was also prom king, but my problem was I would keep comparing them to my mum. For me the most beautiful lady was my mum I could never stop admiring her beauty and none of the girls I dated came close to her. I sometimes peek on her and at times wish I was my father. He is one lucky man.
Few months after I joined University, I was at the Uni Café ordering a coffee and a young lady walked past by she was so beautiful. She had long luscious black hair, dark eyes, round face, full cheeks, full lips, and an hourglass figure, she was wearing tight jeans and a tight t-shirt defining her curves along with a Hamsa necklace. She smiled at me, and I smiled back to her I couldn't help it, so I decided to talk to her.
I said "Excuse me are you Middle Eastern"
She said "Yes, why are you asking?"
I said "Well first you look like one and secondly you are wearing a Hamsa necklace. By the way my name is Karim"
She said "I'm Hayat, nice to meet you"
Hayat in Arabic means life and I found out that she is also Iraqi like me. I couldn't stop thinking of her as she was so beautiful, she literally looked like my mum as they both have the same facial features, body type, and their names have the same meaning. I was like to myself am I for real did I just meet a lady who literally looks like my mum. She's literally the 18-year-old version of my mum. They could pass as twins.
Few days later I saw her again and we sat down together and started talking I found that she is the same age as me and she is studying Commerce and is wanting to major in Management. We exchanged numbers and started to chat with each other I would like her photos on Instagram and tell her how beautiful she was, she admitted that I was attractive.
Few weeks later we started to go on few dates and our relationship started to grow more and more until one day while we were out, I made out with her. It was magical I then undid the buttons on her top and unhooked her bra and started sucking her tits. I then pulled her skirt down and then pulled her panties off. I got undressed and first I started stroking my dick then Hayat sucked me off. I put my dick into her pussy and just kept fucking her the sex was amazing as her pussy was tight, it was much better than my previous girlfriend.
I was at home and my mum was like "Habibi Karim are you seeing anyone"
I replied "Yes mum, I am dating a girl who I met at the university. She is also Iraqi and her name is Hayat".
My mum said "I can tell from your eyes that you are mad in love with her. You should bring her over sometime so that me and your dad can get to know her."
I replied "Hopefully one day".
2 weeks later after telling my mum that I am seeing someone she tells me that one of the weddings she's organising they have invited her, and they told her to bring her family. My mum told them that we were 4 people she then turned to me and said, "Sweetheart why don't you bring Hayat to the wedding, firstly both of you will have fun and secondly me and your dad can meet her".
I said, "I will ask her and let you know".
I called Hayat and was like "Hey babe, one of the weddings which my mum is organising they have invited us over. Would you like to come? It will be in few weeks time"
Hayat replied "Sure babe, I would like to come"
I replied "Perfect I will tell my mum that you will be coming. Just to let you know it will be a black-tie event. Since the wedding is at Marriott Hotel we can book a room together".
Hayat replied "OMG babe, that will be amazing".
On the day of the wedding I picked up my tuxedo and then went over to Hayat's place to pick her up. We got to the hotel and showered, after the shower I got into my tuxedo and Hayat looked so sexy in her outfit.
She wore a long black strapless dress defining her large boobs and ass, pearl set jewellery consisting of matching necklace, earrings, and bracelet. She looked so sexy, and my dick was so hard on top of that her perfume smelt so nice, we went to the wedding venue and sat at our table. After a few minutes my parents walked in and came to our table my father was dressed like me in a black tuxedo. My mother on the other side was dressed like Hayat they both wore a long black strapless dress, pearl necklace, pearl earrings, pearl bracelet and both had the Hollywood Waves hairstyle.
I said "Mum dad, this is Hayat. Hayat these are my parents Jawad and Dunia"
My mum and Hayat were literally staring at each other, you could tell that they were shocked at how they both looked like each other. Hayat is literally a clone of my mother. Just seeing them together for the first time I could not stop staring at both of them as they both looked so sexy.
My mum said "Nice to meet you Hayat and I got to say you look gorgeous."
Hayat replied "Thanks Ma'am it is a pleasure to meet you. You're so pretty".
They hugged each other and kissed each other on the cheeks.
My dad came and hugged her.
After the bride and groom did their dance, the DJ said couples please join in so my dad grabbed my mum's hand and I grabbed Hayat's hands. I was dancing with Hayat and my dad was dancing with my mum, the dance was amazing as we were closer to my parents me and my dad decided to swap partners. I danced with my mum and my dad with Hayat the dance with my mum was amazing and I could tell my dad was attracted to Hayat. While we were having our meals my mum and Hayat started talking to each other and getting to know one another, they got along automatically, and they were giggling between the two.
