Me, Mom and Mrs. Mahmoud

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This is a story set in the American South and examines what happens when a horny 18 year old teen discovers the charms of a married Arab woman. And his mothers reaction! And his sisters! Please take the time to send me your comments. It's the feedback that makes writing stories fun.

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Hinesville, Georgia, September 2005

"So whadaya think of them sand niggers done moved in next door to you," Billy Joe Cooper asked, as he, Sam Rowland and I sat smoking in the stands of the baseball field. Or at least the other two were smoking; I'd finally kicked the habit during my five weeks up north.

"Sand niggers?" I asked, totally confused by Billy Joe's comment.

"They moved in last week. Into old man Drake's house."

"Who did?"

"The camel jockeys! Ehhhrabbb terrorists," he giggled, making me wonder if he was smoking something besides tobacco.

"It's true Rod," Sam said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Next door to us?"

~~~~~

Sis, Mom and I had just returned from our annual five week vacation on Cape Cod to visit Mom's family and so were way behind on local news. At least Sis and I were.

"What's this about Arab terrorists moving in next door Dad?" I asked as I burst into the family TV room an hour later.

"They're invading fucking Georgia now son."

"Johnnie!" Mom hissed at Dad.

"It's true honey. Why can't they stay where they belong? Stay up north and blow up Jew York."

Dad had to have had a couple of beers before he dared say that in front of Mom, I thought. We all saw the steam building up behind mom's eyes and all of us knew better than to stay and wait for the explosion.

"Just kidding hon, got to get over to Al's, see you later," Dad backtracked as he fled from the room, Sissy and I hard on his heels.

"Roddy, Sissy, get back in here," she ordered.

"Yes mum," we both agreed meekly.

"An Arab family has moved in next door Sissy," she started, "as your father and brother have so effectively pointed out." We were both holding our breath, knowing from long experience that no response was expected or allowed.

"Strangely enough Arabs are still considered as members of the human race in most areas of the world."

Mom, nee Sophie Von Scouries, was raised in Boston, the daughter of what Dad's brother, Uncle Teddy, called 'damn commie intellectuals', although never in front of Mom.

She, an eighteen year old Duke freshman, eager to study Philosophy, Art History and French at the South's most respected university, had somehow ended up in Dad's bed her third day in Durham. Dad had been a senior at N.C. State, an agriculture major from a well known farming family, the Malloys, of eastern Georgia.

Ma was pregnant before the school year was up. And then, against all odds, and the active opposition of both their families, they got married and then had me. Eleven months later they'd had my sister Rebecca. It was the sex that got them together and had kept them together. The rest of the relationship had been much tougher.

"And notwithstanding your father's remarks, or others you two children will likely hear in the coming days from our enlightened friends and neighbors, I expect the two of you to act accordingly."

"Yes ma," we both responded meekly, our only possible answer given ma's anger.

"But who are they," I ventured timidly.

"Their name is Mahmoud, and they have two children, Ali 7 and Fatima 5."

"You've already met them?" I asked.

"Yes Roderick," the Roderick a further sign of Mom's displeasure, "and in spite of all the rumors I'm sure are being spread all over Hinesville, Georgia, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Mahmoud are members of Hezbollah or the Moslem Brotherhood. Nor is their seven year old son a suicide bomber."

"What are they doing here mom?" sis asked tentatively.

"Well Rebecca, like a million other northerners, they've decided to move to the south and just happened to choose our lovely town."

"But where are they from?"

"I believe Brooklyn."

"But...before that..."

"Well, current science now seems to believe we all can trace back our roots to an area in Central Africa," Mom said in a tight controlled voice.

"But," Sissy started again, but then stopped as mom stared daggers at her.

~~~~~

Mr. Mahmoud, it turned out in the days that followed, was actually the front man for his great-uncle, an Egyptian-American man who turned out to be the largest Dollar Store operator in the northeast.

"Claims he's here to open a hundred of them stores in Georgia and the Carolinas, every small town from here to Tennessee," Dad told us a couple of days later as we sat out at the farm with the whole clan for our Sunday afternoon BBQ.

Mom, who herself had been hard at work finding out about the Mahmouds, interjected, "apparently he has an M.B.A. from Cairo University."

"What's that?" Uncle Ted asked snickering, "Master of Blowing up Americans."

"No my dear Edward," Mom hissed as the rest of the family burst out in guffaws at Uncle Ted's words.

Sis and I were always caught in the middle of the continuing family drama, in love with mom and accepting of most of her liberal views, while at the same time surrounded most of the year by a more southern and redneck approach to life.

We had learned to love both worlds, knew that behind the crudity, small mindedness and racism of our town lay another reality; friendly cookouts, Fourth of July parades, neighbor helping neighbor, little league baseball, patriotism...

Every family in our corner of Georgia had a brother, or a son, or a cousin, or a father who'd proudly worn the uniform of our country. And when my northern cousins pontificated about the loss of civil liberties, I could never forget that Hinesville blood had been spilled in the dusty fields and fetid towns of Afghanistan and Iraq.

~~~~

I was eighteen, a tall, rangy boy/man who'd lost my virginity to my second cousin Joanne, a twenty-four year old, just divorced nurse, just weeks before on a beach up in Cape Cod.

I was lucky; I'd been ready and she'd made it easy. An experienced lover, she been both gentle and demanding, teaching me in ten days more than most men learn in a lifetime.

She'd been understanding when my cock had spurted before I'd even got it in, told me it was a compliment.

"I'm sorry...," I'd started to stammer.

"Just shows you like me," she'd laughed as her fingers caressed my still hard, sticky shaft. "You're so big Roddy," she'd whispered as she slid to her knees and took me into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, fuck Jo, I'm going to come again," I cried as her tongue and lips worked me, wanting to pull out and fuck her but unwilling to leave her moist mouth. I bucked again and again between her lips, watched as she milked my shaft, swallowing hungrily.

"You taste good honey," she said grinning, a strand of cum hanging from her lower lip.

"I do?"

"Here," she offered as her lips sought out mine. Unsure, I met her lips, felt her tongue push into my mouth, tasted my sperm, reveled in the feel of our tongues dueling.

"You're hard again," she laughed as her fingers found my straining cock, and then pulled me down to the blanket on the sand.

I went crazy when I finally thrust into my first pussy, simply banged away like a wild man, unconcerned about anything but my pleasure. Jo was screaming when I finally exploded.

"God, I've never had anyone like you," she whispered as we lay gasping on our backs on the sand. "You're the biggest, the best," she said adoringly as her hand lightly held my softening snake. Her compliments, whether true or simply to encourage me, were the nicest things she could have done to give confidence to such an unsure lover.

Every virgin needs someone like Jo to school them in the art of love. For ten days she taught me, teaching me how to both please a woman and myself. We both cried when I had to leave and go back to Georgia.

"You be gentle with all those Georgia girls Rod," she'd ordered. "I don't want you breaking every heart in Hinesville." Christ, I'd wanted to quit school and move in with her in Boston.

~~~~

Of course, once a teenage boy gets laid for the first time, he doesn't think of a fuck of a lot else besides sex in the succeeding days and weeks and months. 'How can I get someone else in bed' becomes the overriding priority in life.

I was no different and so it happened that the continuing simmering anger at our new Arab neighbor's presence in our community was largely ignored by me. I was trying to figure out how to get Bobbie Anne Gilliam's panties off and my dick inside her... or Bonnie Smith... or Jenny...or, or...

That is until I happened to take a period off at eleven one morning and decided to go home and have lunch with Mom.

A young, beautiful, olive skinned woman was sitting casually at the kitchen table talking with mom, sipping tea, when I barged through the back door.

"Roddy, what are you doing home?"

I stammered as I explained about a cancelled class, my attention totally on the gorgeous, dark haired woman in front of me.

"Am I that strange?" Mrs. Mahmoud asked throatily, the sound of her voice the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

"ROD! Don't stare."

"Oh sorry mom," I finally answered, my eyes moving to meet hers for a second before darting back to Mrs. Mahmoud.

"Rod, I'd like you to meet our new neighbor, Mrs. Mahmoud. Miriam," she said turning, "this bumbling idiot is my son."

"You're young," I babbled, "I mean younger than I thought...and you speak English..."

"As you can see Miriam, my son has extraordinary powers of observation. Strange, he's never realized that people who come to America from foreign lands often master the English language..."

"Don't tease him Sophie," Mrs. Mahmoud instructed mom, smiling happily at me as she spoke.

I fell in love! Or lust. Who knows exactly what happens in your brain at that moment when someone captivates you totally. Bobbie Anne and the rest of the females in my senior class were instantly forgotten. I was going to fuck Mrs. Mahmoud or die trying. She was my destiny.

They let me sit at the table with them as they talked and laughed together. I was oblivious to most of the conversation, captivated solely by Miriam's beauty. The only contribution I made was glazed eyed nods to questions I didn't hear and one totally dumb question.

Her scarf, her head covering thing, was nowhere to be seen, and I asked, "Where's your bandana thing? ...You know...for your head," I stammered as both looked at me in surprise.

"ROD!"

"It's alright Sophie. How will people learn if they don't ask? I just have a scarf today Rod, not my hijab," she said turning to me and taking a crimson silk scarf from her purse. "I don't always wear it when I'm among women."

"What about in front of me?" I asked eagerly, interested to learn her beliefs.

"I should be covered in front of you...in fact I shouldn't even be in the same room as such a handsome young man," she teased.

"Do you want him to go?" Mom asked.

"Of course not," Miriam replied with a shake of her head, causing her long, black, silky strands to dance and float around her head and shoulders.

"When I was a girl in Beirut we were freer...less strict than my husband's family...my sisters and I...we were able to talk and live more openly."

"How old are you Mrs. Mahmoud," I asked, rudely interrupting.

"Rod!" mom warned.

"It's okay," she said, shaking off mom's interruption. "I'm twenty-five, and its Miriam...I was married at seventeen..."

"Seventeen! That's younger than me," I exclaimed, and then realized Miriam was only seven years older than me, that she was closer in age to me than to mom.

"I wanted to go to the university...but then the troubles started," she said with a sigh. "One of my father's distant cousins in Egypt had a son who had gone to America, who needed an Arab wife."

"What? It was arranged? You didn't know him?"

"Sometimes it's done that way...an older man, who is doing well...who can afford a wife..." she said trailing off wistfully.

"But how old is Mr. Mahmoud," I asked.

"ROD!" Mom barked, clearly pissed off at my nosy questions.

"Gamal's forty-nine and he's a wonderful husband and father....Now I better get going Sophie. Ali and Fatima will be home for lunch any second."

"I hope this lummox isn't chasing you away," Mom asked, her arm on my shoulder.

"No, not at all," she said smiling. "In fact I love the getting the chance to talk to other people once in a while. We're not exactly getting invited to meet many of the neighbors."

"They're idiots," Ma groused.

"Thanks Sophie, and thank you Rod," she said and just for a second touched my cheek with her soft fingers. "Don't you ignore me now that you've met me."

"I won't, I promise," I said as she left.

~~~~~

"She's nice, different than I thought she'd be," I started after Miriam had left.

"Did you think every Arab had horns? Haven't I taught you better than that? Bandanas? You speak English? Duh? God, Roddy, you sounded like an idiot," she complained.

"Don't! That's not fair," I protested, bristling at her suggestion, "you know I don't believe all that crap. Don't blame me if you're mad."

She looked at me for long seconds before, with tears all of a sudden pouring from her eyes, she suddenly leaned into me and said, "I know honey, I know. I'm just so mad at everyone...their fucking attitudes..."

Jesus, I was stunned. Mother had never sworn in my presence before. She said fuck? "It's okay Mom," I whispered in her ear as my arms engulfed her, and then waited silently as she stood trembling against me for minute after minute, her tears wet against my cheek.

God, my mom's always been the strong one. The one who knows everything!

I was suddenly aware of Mom's full, firm breasts pushing into my chest.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I shouldn't take it out on you," she said as she wiped her sleeve over her leaking eyes and moved back from my embrace. "I'm just so effing pee-ed off with these small minded..."

"I know ma," I stammered, confused and excited at my body's reaction to having mom's nipples pressed into my chest.

"...So what did you really think of our neighbor anyway? Was she what you expected?"

"God ma, she is soooo hot."

"Mrs. Mahmoud?"

"Yes."

"Hot! She's a married woman Roderick!"

"I know," I groaned.

I couldn't help blushing as she looked at me, couldn't stop wondering if she could see the sexual turmoil that was rampaging through my body and brain.

"You know young man, you and I haven't discussed girls and boys in quite a while...maybe"

"Oh Ma," I interrupted, my face feeling hotter and hotter.

"You haven't...You are still a virgin aren't you?"

"Mum!" I said as I retreated out the door.

""You're not? Who was it," were the last words I heard as I fled.

~~~~

Mr. Mahmoud arrived at the front door a week later, insisted to first Sissy, then mom, that he'd speak to dad only.

"What an asshole," Dad snorted when he joined us after our neighbor had left.

"John, please," Mom chided.

"Shit, he wouldn't even talk to you and you're defending him."

"He is different," Ma conceded.

"He'll never be a salesman, I'll tell you that. Long beard. Strange clothes. Straight out rude. Wouldn't even drink a beer with me."

"They don't drink alcohol Daddy," Sissy told him.

"Don't you be fooled honey," Dad admonished his daughter, "if they think they can get away with it, they'll drink. And smoke that hashie stuff. And violate young Christian virgins. That's before they decide to blow up America."

"C'mon Dad, he just runs Dollar Stores for god's sake; what'd he want anyway?" I asked.

"Apparently your mother told Mrs. Mahmoud that you'd be willing to cut their lawn and take care of their yard for a reasonable price. He couldn't just ask you like a normal person would, he had to negotiate with yours truly only. Had more instructions for me to give you than you'd believe."

"What instructions?" Mom asked.

"Shit honey, who cares? The boys only cutting his goddam lawn. We're not talking rocket science here. How much do you think this desert Eh-rab knows about grass anyway? Imagine, this clown giving me, an American farmer, worked the goddam soil my whole life, instructions on how to cut his lawn."

"So, does he want me to do it?" I asked, elated at the prospect of having an excuse to hang around Miriam's house.

"Yeah, of course you're hired. As long as you wear one of those jimijabi things," he finished, chuckling at his little joke.

Even ma, still a little sore at Mr. Mahmoud's refusal to talk to her, grinned at Dad.

~~~~

"Johnnie, we also have to talk to Rod," Mom told dad.

"About what?"

"Could you leave us for a minute Sissy?"

"Why?"

"This is between just Roddy and us young lady," Mom answered as she escorted sis to the door.

"Well?" Dad demanded, "What is it, the ballgame's starting in five minutes."

"I think it's time we discussed sex with your son John."

"Hell, I explained the whole darn thing to the boy years ago."

"You did?" Mom asked. "But..."

I had to laugh to myself at Dad's description of our talk. What he'd actually done one afternoon years ago was to take me out to the farm on a day our stallion was covering three mares. Dad and Uncle Ted had then proceeded to give me a graphic blow by blow description on what was going on.

"Remember Rod," Uncle Ted said as Dad and I were getting ready to leave, "it's just the same with people. You just grab yourself a little girlie, bend her over and then fuck her like that big stallion did."

Dad was pretty vague when I peppered him with specific questions on the way home, simply telling me, "You'll figure it all out Roddy, don't worry."

And finally, years later, mainly due to my pretty cousin, I had done figured it out.

"But Johnnie, we have to discuss AIDS, and safe sex and pregnancy and a man's responsibilities," Mom insisted.

"Hang on, I know what he needs."

"Where are you going? Johnny?"

"Here boy, just make sure you use these," he said when returned a minute later, as he tossed a pack of condoms in my lap. "I don't want Bobbie Anne's pa coming over here with no shotgun in his hand. Your ma will explain all that other fancy stuff."

"Johnny?" Mom sighed in exasperation.

"Games starting honey, gotta go."

"JOHNNY!" Mom yelled as the door closed behind Dad.

Sissy came into the room just as I was absent mindedly opening a condom.

"What's that? A candy? Can I have one," my sister asked when she saw the colored wrapping in my hand.

"Oh crikey," Ma groaned as I slipped the cock cover out of its package.

"How do these work anyway ma," I asked grinning, pushing my finger against the red plastic ring.

"Let me see?" Sissy demanded as mom ground her teeth in exasperation.

"It's a what?" she asked when I told her it was a condom. "How does it work?"

"Ask ma."

And ma actually made us sit down and listen to her give a long discourse on AIDs, safe sex, condoms, STD's....for I minute I was afraid she was going to use my penis to demonstrate for Sissy how a condom should be rolled on.

Fortunately she used two of Sissy's fingers.

"That was gross," Sissy told me when we finally escaped.

~~~~

I did everything in my power to see and interact with Mrs. Mahmoud in the weeks and months that followed. It wasn't that easy. It's not like you can just go talk to her in the cafeteria or walk her home from school.

I mined mom for info, I cut their grass way more often than I needed to, I'd go out and play with her young boy if I saw him in the yard...

The weeks passed...I wasn't getting very far. Oh, I got a chance to say hello once in a while and actually got a couple of chances to talk to her for five minutes or so, but I definitely wasn't making much progress in getting laid.

Then opportunity knocked.

~~~~~

"I can't come with you guys when you go to Atlanta next weekend," I started as we sat eating dinner.

"How come son," Dad asked as he ate.

Every year over Thanksgiving, the Hinesville Swimming Club went to Atlanta for a meet that brought clubs from around the state to the Georgia fall championships. Our whole family had been going together since Sissy had started swimming seriously at age ten. It had become a real family holiday.

I'd always played baseball, Sissy was the swimmer. And she had a roomful of trophies to prove she was the best high school swimmer in Georgia. We'd both been trying to decide that fall what university we should go to, and whether we'd both go to the same one or not.

"We always go Rod," Mom argued. "It may be our last chance to go somewhere together before you two go away to university next year."

I couldn't tell them that I'd just found out that the Mahmoud children were going to New York to visit their grandparents for the holiday, or explain that I'd found out that Mr. Mahmoud was planning a week long business trip to North Carolina.

Didn't tell them I was hoping against hope to somehow seduce our married neighbor.

~~~~~

"It's not fair. I hate you," I heard from the doorway and looking up saw Sissy watching me.

"No you don't," I laughed, "you love me, I'm your favorite brother."

"That's because you're the only one I have."

"I help you with your home work."

"Yeah right," she answered sarcastically, both of us knowing it was I who relied on her for notes and assignments.

We'd been born just eleven months apart, Mom and Dad apparently so happy with my arrival that they got right to work on Sissy. And it had so happened that I missed the cutoff date for starting school by two weeks and Sissy just made it. We'd ended up in the same grade.

Which can be good or can be bad. We could have grown up hating each other, but somehow, maybe due to the summers we'd spent up north when we had to stick together defending the south (and our accents), we had become best friends.

We didn't really hang out at school, and we had enough different classes that we weren't continually falling over each other, but it was impossible not to know what the other was doing. We didn't have many secrets from each other.

"And you're supposed to knock before entering, remember," I reminded her as she stood looking at my near naked body. "I don't have any pants on."

"You got your boxers on...and don't try to change the subject. Why aren't you coming, you always do," she pouted as she sat on the edge of my bed. "I swim faster when you're there, I'll miss you."

"Sissy, it's like I said, I'm busy. Anyway, you always win."

"That's not the point....its probably because of that Arab woman, isn't it?" she accused accurately.

"What are you talking about? What Arab woman?"

"Ha, ha, ha! How many Arab women do you know Roddy? Maybe I should ask Dad if he knows the name of the terrorist woman his son's got a crush on," she teased, knowing she had the upper hand. "How you've become the plaything of some evil..."

"Sissy," I threatened.

"I don't like Sissy anymore, call me by my name."

"What? What are you talking about? Everyone's always called you that."

"I hate it."

"You do? Since when? Why haven't you ever said anything?"

I'm a woman now, I want to be called Rebecca...or Becky if you like."

"Are you serious? Really? " Seeing her nod I went on, "Okay my darling sister Rebecca, that's who you'll be from now on. Now, about Dad..."

"Don't worry; you know I'd never tell on you."

"Because I'm your favorite brother," I teased.

"You know I love you."

"Thanks Becky," I said, and saying it realized I liked the sound of her name, wondered why we'd never used it.

"I might discuss it with mom though," she teased.

"Becky!"

"She's sure to know more than me anyway."

"What?"

"Who do you think you're fooling? ...Bye Rod," she said as she stood to go. "But remember you still owe me one for this weekend. Oh, and brother dear, you look very sexy in your boxers, very, very sexy...I wonder what cousin Joanne would do if she saw you like that? Or Bobbie Anne Gilliam," she said with a smirk as she flounced out.

How the hell does she know about Joanne, I groused to myself.

~~~~

I called her Becky at dinner the next night to everyone's surprise. "Becky?" Dad asked, "what happened to Sissy."

"Sissy is for little girls Dad," I said in a fake, deep, serious adult voice, "and now that Rebecca has grown into a such a lovely young woman, I think we should put away her childish names. You may not have noticed Dad but Miss Malloy's chest has sprouted quite considerable protrusions."

Mom, trying to stay serious, was giggling behind her hand, and Becky was blushing as Dad, a kidder at heart, gave his daughter the once over. "I believe you're right Rod. Stand up and let me get a good look at ya honey."

"Daddy," Becky cried.

"C'mon, get up girl," Dad ordered

Giving me a quick, venomous look that promised revenge, my blushing sister shyly stood.

Giving a quick whistle Dad announced to the table, "You'll be borrowing your momma's bras soon sweetie."

"Johnny!" Mom warned but couldn't keep the smile out of her voice.

"It's true honey. Rrrebbbeccccca," and he said it slowly, emphasizing her new name, "has a right fine little set of titties on her. What do you think Rod? C'mon here honey, let us get a good look at them."

Ignoring her father and feigning anger, Becky sat. But you couldn't help notice the way she pulled her shoulders back and arched her back, pushing her firm tits even further outward, proud we'd finally noticed that the tomboy was quickly becoming a woman.

Fuck, my sister has nipples, hard, long nipples, I thought as her erect buds pushed against her shirt. I think even both Daddy and Mommy were momentarily surprised.

"Have you sat down with your daughter and explained, you know, about the birds and bees honey?" Dad teasingly asked mom.

"Daddy. Stop it!"

I couldn't help adding my two cents worth and interjected, "it's okay Dad, Ma taught her all about condoms."

"Ya did what," Dad demanded, and then turning to me warned, "And you better bloody well make sure none of your buddies get within condom distance of your sister mister."

~~~~~

Later that night, I was laying in bed, reading, just in a pair of gray, cotton gym shorts, when I heard Becky's knock on our connecting door from the bathroom.

The two of us had the upstairs to ourselves. It was our domain, and it had two large bedrooms separated by a connected bathroom, plus a big playroom/TV room.

"You're mean!" Becky complained as she sat on the edge of my bed, dressed in just a cut-off tank top and short, tight, swimming club shorts.

"Ha, you loved it," I teased. "Showing Daddy and me your little boobies."

"I did not. Take that back!" she yelled as she jumped on me and sat straddling my stomach as she grabbed for my hands.

We wrestled, giggling, much as we'd done since we were little kids, and for minutes I let her have the upper hand before I finally pushed her down and pinned her with my body. She was panting as I held her arms above her head, her breasts rising and falling against my bare chest.

"Say uncle."

"Never," she answered as her body thrashed under me.

Holding both her hands in one of mine I lowered my other hand to her side. Gently slid my fingers across her stomach, tickled, and then slowly moved them upwards.

"Roddddy!" she warned nervously.

"Seeing everyone's talking about them, I figure I might as well take a look," I said grinning, as I slipped a finger under her top and touched the underside of her left breast.

"UNCLE...UNCLE," she yelled.

"Ya sure you don't want me to see them," I leered as she shuffled backward from me on the bed.

"Pervert!"

"I like the way they jiggle," I teased. "Are you cold," I added as her extraordinary nipples pushed through the thin top.

"What about you?" she demanded after she'd jumped out of the bed and onto the floor. "Something seems to have got someone excited," she said as she stared at the huge bulge in my groin.

"That's not"

"Night Roddy," she said as she flounced through the door, but then turned, and looking me right in the eye, lifted her top and flashed me her tits before turning and going.

Fuck! I dreamed of my sister's body all night. She had the prettiest little set of knockers I'd ever seen. High, firm, pink tipped beauties.

~~~~~

It turned out to be so easy. For all my weeks of planning, for all my harebrained schemes, for all my lusty thoughts, getting into Mrs. Mahmoud's bedroom turned out to be a piece of cake. Or more accurately, a piece of a toy one of her children had left lying on the garage floor.

Mrs. Mahmoud, Miriam, slipped, on a toy her daughter had dropped sometime previously, as she got out of her car after a morning shopping expedition three hours after Mom, Dad and Becky had sped away towards Atlanta.

I was cutting her grass, my mind still awash with a thousand mad ideas, when I saw her sprawl wildly.

"Miriam!" I yelled as I rushed to help her.

"I'm okay," she insisted as she lay tangled on the dirty garage floor, her skirt torn, her coat and blouse stained, her face smudged with oil.

"You're cut, don't move...I'll call a Doctor."

"Don't be silly, I'm okay, just help me up," she said as she held out an arm.

"Aaaahh," she squealed when she put just a little weight on her left foot, collapsing into my arms as her ankle buckled under her.

"It could be broken."

"Just help me into the house Rod. I'm okay....No, no, I didn't mean carry me," she protested when I swept her up in my arms.

"Where?" I asked as I carried her.

"Uh....oh upstairs," she said pointing and I proceeded to carry her to her room and set her gingerly on her bed.

"We have to call a Doctor."

"No! Gamal would never approve."

"You're hurt."

"I'm fine. They're just scratches...my ankle will be fine... don't worry about me."

"Let me see your ankle," I insisted as I knelt at her feet.

"You shouldn't be here... You're barely dressed," she added, referring to the cut-off jeans I was wearing and the lack of top, my typical lawn cutting wear.

"It's me or the Doctor," I insisted.

"Owwww," she cried when I put her foot in my hands and gently moved her ankle.

"I don't think it's broken."

"It hurts."

"I'll go get some ice," I said rising.

She was sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, her hajib and coat off and lying beside her, when I returned.

"You'll have to sit back...yes against the headboard, like that," I instructed as I adjusted her body. "Your ankle up, on top of the pillows, like this," I said as I lifted her left foot and gently placed it down and then surrounded it with the ice pack.

"Thank you. I'm fine now," Miriam said with a cold formality, dismissing me.

"Your knee's bleeding, your elbow too, your hands are scratched," I said as I walked into the Mahmoud's ensuite bathroom.

"You don't have to," she said softly when I returned with a two towels and a damp washcloth.

"I don't want you bleeding to death," I grinned as I sat on the bed next to her scraped and bloody knee.

"Your skirts ruined."

"It doesn't matter." She watched my fingers as I lifted the ripped hem of the modest, mid calf length skirt up over her knees. As I gently washed her torn and grease stained skin, she knew that, with her other leg up, I could see the wispy white, silk underwear she wore, could see the dark curls shadowed below.

She spread her knees further apart as I touched her.

I took my time, my movements more caresses than anything else, even let my hand slide halfway up her inner thigh before finally pulling away.

"You're gentle, you could be a doctor," she murmured, her dark eyes never leaving mine as I moved to take her hand.

Her blouse was ripped and blood stained at the elbow, splotched with dirt in the front from her fall to the greasy floor. She didn't protest when I slowly undid the buttons, actually leaned forward to allow me to slip it off her shoulders.

Her bra, a matching piece of white silk hid little, a demi-bra that just covered her nipples, the top of her mahogany areolas clear atop full, lush hills.

"What?" she asked as she saw a momentary grin slide across my lips.

"You sure wear sexy underwear under all those clothes," I said smiling. "I thought Muslims..."

"Just because we wear hajibs and cover ourselves in public doesn't mean we're not sexy young man. The women of Lebanon are famous throughout the world for their beauty...for our ability to please a man," Miriam boasted.

"Please me," I whispered as I pushed down her bra and cupped a breast almost reverentially.

"We can't," she whispered as she drew my head towards hers.

She smelled and tasted of the Middle East, a spicy, intoxicating tang that evoked Harem girls cavorting naked, ready at a moments notice to pleasure their master.

"You're taking advantage of an injured, defenseless girl," she said when our lips finally separated.

"You fell into my trap," I said as my hand moved from one straining nipple to the other.

"I'm dirty, bloody," she complained, even as she sought to grab my lips again.

"You're so beautiful."

"My foot," she groaned as my hand slipped beneath her skirt.

"I'll be gentle," I promised.

"Not too gentle Rod," she ordered, her hand suddenly rubbing my cock through my denim shorts.

I stood; stripped quickly, let her see my huge pole for seconds before I bent back to her.

"You're so big...I don't think...so much bigger than Gamal...so hard," she murmured when her hand found me.

I lifted her, let her wrap her legs around my waist, grabbed her two ass cheeks in my hands, then slowly lowered her hairy, moist slit towards my cockhead.

Her cunt seemed to close like a vise on my shaft once my fat head was inside her. I jiggled her up and down as we stood locked together, each time pushing more and more into her depths.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she groaned when I was finally completely buried.

I walked her to the wall, pressed her back against the hard surface, thrust again and again, filling her each time her ass slapped into the wall.

Her cut elbow, her injured ankle, her pain were all forgotten as her foreign cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Her pussy was orgasmicly lubricating me as my thick penis started to buck and flood her with my cum. I held her pinned to the wall for minutes, my sticky shaft still hard and buried in her, damming my ejaculate in her cave. I had a sudden hope that my teenage sperm would put a big American baby in her womb.

"Lover," she murmured, her teeth nibbling my lips.

"Are you sore? Your foot, your arm?" I asked.

"My pussies sore. You stretch me so...no man has ever...Allah sent you to me...again?" she asked excitedly as I started to move my piston in long, deep strokes. "Gamal can't..."

"He's too old for you," I insisted as I slowly built up speed.

Later with my creamy sauce oozing from her cunt, matting her dark, silky pubic pelt, I carried her to her tub where the two of us tenderly washed each other.

"You should rest, sleep...I'll go," I offered when I'd deposited her on her silk sheeted bed.

"No! Stay," she pled. "Lie with me."

That had been a Thursday afternoon. We spent most of the next sixty hours entangled in her bed, continually surprising and exciting and satisfying the other. I became her slave. She became my houri as we coupled in paradise.

She offered me her fingers, her ass, her mouth, her tits, her vagina...she delighted in being coated in my cum.

"You're the man I've always dreamed of," she whispered. "I'm your little harem slave girl."

~~~~~

"I won. Four races. The100 and 200 crawl and the 100 fly and the 100 medley," Becky said breathlessly as she bounded into my room late Sunday night.

"I knew you would. Did you have fun?"

"Yes, Daddy bought me a dress...a late birthday present...said it was to show off my boobies," she laughed. "I met a boy at the closing dance...we"

"You what?" I asked, suddenly interested.

"We kissed. We danced close."

"Thats all?"

"I felt his penis...when we danced...it was hard."

"He didn't try to"

"He touched my breasts," Becky said proudly.

"If he did anything to hurt you," I started.

"No. He wanted to. I mean, you know. And he's going to be at swimming camp this summer..." she ended excitedly.

"I may have to go as your bodyguard," I threatened.

"Why do you care? You have all your girlfriends! And so what happened with you? With Miss Terrorist?"

"What do you mean?" I answered blushing.

"C'mon. Talk big brother. So did you two..."

"She's a married woman!"

"That didn't stop you with Joanne."

~~~~

In the weeks that followed she slowly wormed the story from me.

During the busy Christmas season Miriam and I only found a couple of chances to make love. Quick stolen moments that only temporarily eased my lust.

~~~~~

No one could fool mom for long and one afternoon in late January she called me aside and started in. "She's a married woman."

"What do you..."

"She has two children and a husband; she belongs to a different culture. God Roddy, if her husband ever found out he'd probably have her stoned or have some other bloody barbaric thing done to her."

"I"

"You? What about her? Do you ever think of anything besides your prick."

"FUCK YOU!"

"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO YOUR MOTHER?"

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "but that's bullshit and you know it. Just because you're unhappy don't take it out on me."

"I'm unhappy because of you. Of you and your sister. If I hadn't had you I wouldn't be spending my life in this...." Ma's harangue trailed off as she saw the anger in my eyes.

"Well you won't have to worry much more. We'll be gone soon...then you can do whatever the hell you want," I yelled as I stormed out.

~~~~~

I skipped dinner.

"Roddy?" I heard whispered in my ear, a soft hand shaking my shoulder.

"What? What time is it," I mumbled as I slowly roused.

"It's your mother."

"Ma?" I whispered in the dark. "I'm sorry ma. I didn't mean"

"Shhhhh," she said as she put a finger to my lips and nestled next to me on my bed.

"But I want to say"

"LISTEN," she hissed. As I lay quietly she went on, "Of all the things I've said in my life, and you know I've said some doozies, I've never been ashamed more than I am now."

"It's okay, it was my fault"

"It wasn't! I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the joy you and your sister bring me. I love you two so much it hurts and I'm so, so proud of the man you've become. The day you were born was the happiest day in my life."

We were both crying, mom's face just inches from mine as she talked. "I love you mom," I whispered as I kissed her cheek.

"I was angry, jealous that you no longer need me. Jealous that other women will now be more important to you than me. Mad at that woman. Mad you're sleeping with her. Angry that I'm unhappy all the time."

"Don't be sad, I'll always love you ma," I promised, hugging her to my body.

"It's just you've grown so fast. You'll be away at University next year, Sissy too...Do you love her Roddy?"

"It's just she drives me crazy...I told you the first time I saw her, she's hot...she makes me"

"She's a shameless Jezebel, god, Dad and Uncle Ted were right, we never should have let those terrorists into the country..."

"Ma!" I challenged with a grin.

"Well, she's definitely a little hussy, tempting innocent boys..." she laughed, each of her breaths seeming to caress my face.

I got hard as I held her, as our tears turned to laughs she couldn't help but feel me growing against her stomach, didn't say anything as she continued to hold me tight against her.

"You're my only girl Mom," I promised.

"I have to tell you something Rod."

"What?" I asked, my cock now throbbing in excitement.

"I was going to wait...I haven't told Sissy...Becky...I wasn't going to tell you guys until later, this summer," she stammered.... "About your dad and me."

"Huh? Dad?"

"Next fall, when you and your sister are gone...I'm going to leave your father. We're going to separate....Do you understand why?"

"Yes," I finally admitted, knowing in my heart it had been inevitable. "Are you going to go back to Boston?"

"I don't know....Both your Dad and I love you two, that'll never change...it's just that we won't be together."

"Does Dad know? Have you..."

"Yes. We talked, agreed, we're just waiting until the summer, til you guys get organized."

"Becky?"

"Don't tell her. I'll talk to her soon...I"

"It'll be okay mom," I promised as I hugged her, again felt my cock lift to the feel of my mother's body.

She left soon after. I dreamt of making love to Mom while Miriam watched.

~~~~~

The thing about having a married woman for a lover, a woman with two young children, is that you don't get that many chances to make love. Even if she lives next door. It's just not that easy. So we'd steal a couple of hours together and then not see each other for ten days.

I was in heaven but continually horny.

My new feelings for mom and Becky were driving me crazy. Guilt and hard-ons.

Becky had changed. Ever since her birthday and the sudden interest every one was taking in her breasts, the once shy tomboy who had only been interested in sports, now, at eighteen, wanted to discuss only boys and sex with her big brother. Was suddenly quite happy to display her nubile body to her always horny bro.

Since we'd been about ten we'd always had a rule about the use of the bathroom. Whoever was in the bathroom locked the connecting door of the other person. When finished, you unlocked it. In five years I don't think we'd walked in on each other more than one or two times. It had simply become force of habit.

Suddenly, since after the new year, I was walking in on her all the time. Becky sitting on the can. Brushing her teeth topless. In the shower. She wasn't locking my connecting door. She'd leave her door open after finishing in the bathroom and be standing in her underwear dressing when I entered the can.

I didn't say anything. Finally I stopped locking her door when I went into the bathroom. Started to leave my door open at all times. She didn't close it. More and more we paraded half dressed in front of the other.

We talked every night before bed. She'd crawl into bed with me. We had only two subjects. Sex, and what school would we go to next year. Becky had already decided that she was going wherever I went. I, the great procrastinator, was starting to piss her off with my indecision.

Dad of course wanted me to go to his alma mater – join the Wolfpack at NC State. Uncle Ted and most of the rest of our Georgia cousins were pushing for the University of Georgia.

"You two gotta be Dawgs," Uncle Ted insisted every time he saw Becky and I.

Ma, of course, wanted us to study up north, Ivy League, preferably Harvard, the Von Scouries families school of choice.

I couldn't decide. Besides sex, it was the one thing driving both of us crazy.

~~~~~

And then there was sex, and there she had a million questions:

"What's it like? Sex I mean?" she'd ask one night and then listen as I'd tentatively answer.

Or another night, "You don't mind if I see you naked, or if you see me? We are adults," she'd say as she'd stretch languidly on my bed.

Another night she asked, "Does Mrs. Mahmoud put it in her mouth? Does it fit?"

"You're rude."

"Yuk, it's dirty."

"You're a little girl, you don't understand."

Another night she took her top off and lay next to me. "Do you want to touch them?"

She moaned when my tongue became the first to lick her hard, erect nipples. "Rod," she cried fearfully when my finger rubbed her moist slit.

"Who do you think I should give my virginity to?" she asked one night as we lay entwined, her topless chest pushed eagerly into mine. I was jealous, hard against her as she ran through our classmates, my 'no, not him' my repeated angry answer.

"I want to see him, see him hard," she insisted another night as her fingers slid under the waistband of my boxers.

"Baby," I moaned as she found me.

"They say you have the biggest one at school. They all want to sleep with you. They ask me questions...whether I've seen you...who you're seeing..."

"Who do?...no Becky, I'll come," I groaned as her hand continued to move on me, as I attempted to remove her hand.

"I want to see your cum."

I pushed her on her back and straddled her stomach. Guided her hands as they stroked me...finally spurted my white sauce on her tits and face.

Somehow in those weeks we didn't fuck.

~~~~~

The last week of March, the week of Spring Break, mom and I were left alone. Becky was off down to Fort Lauderdale for the annual YMCA meet and dad was at an agricultural convention in Kansas City.

Even the Mahmouds were up in New York City for a family powwow. Miriam had told me just the week before that they might have to move back, that Gamal was needed by his uncle. I knew my days with my Arabian princess were almost over.

"Why are you so glum?" mom asked me after I'd sat moodily through dinner the day everyone had left. After doing the dishes we'd gone upstairs and settled restlessly on the big sofa in front of the TV. "Is a dinner alone with your mom so bad? Do you want me to leave?"

"No, sorry ma, I'm just tired."

"You knew it couldn't last," she started tentatively as she put an arm around me.

"It's not just that. I knew that we weren't going to live together or anything...I know she'd never leave him...it's...oh shit...university, I still can't decide...its Becky...you and dad...senior year...you..."

"What about Becky and me?"

"Do you dream of sex every night ma?"

"ROD! What a question to ask your mother."

"I do. Every day. I can make love with Miriam all afternoon...come three, four, five times...I mean I should be satisfied no? But I'm not. I wake up in the middle of the night spurting, dreaming of..."

"You're young. You're a boy. Its normal honey."

"I dream of Becky ma...and of you...your bodies," I stammered.

Her fingers, which she'd been softly running through my hair, suddenly stopped, then after long seconds, slowly started again as she spoke, "we're the women in your life, the people who love you...of course you dream of us....Besides, boys are strange," she said with a laugh as she tousled my hair, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"Not as strange as girls," I said as I playfully shoved her backwards on the couch.

She came to rest on her back, her head supported by the armrest at the other end of the sofa, her feet in my lap. "Think you're tough mister?" she laughed.

"Yes I am," I growled with a grin as I turned and moved up her body.

My face was only inches from hers when she whispered, "Roddy?"

"I dream of doing this," I murmured just before our lips collided.

Immediately there was an urgency to our actions, almost as though we both wanted to consummate this taboo coupling before we had time to talk ourselves out of it.

Even as our tongues dueled my hands were racing over mom's body, one struggling to undo the buttons on her blouse while the other groped under her skirt, ripping her thin panties in my rush to penetrate her.

I felt her fingers at my waist, felt them push in and seize my rampaging cock, her other hand struggled to push my pants down over my ass.

"Hurry! Help me," she groaned as I squeezed two fingers into her slippery cunt. "No, your cock...please baby..."

Quickly stripping off my pants, I grabbed my prick as I pushed her knees apart, thrust once, hard... filled the cunt that bore me...felt mom's ankles lock around my back...thrust again...again...again...faster...could feel her pussy clenching...felt her sticky moisture lubricate me...felt her finger push into my ass as we both exploded in a flood of cum.

We said nothing as we lay panting after falling apart, my still hard cock, sticky with our juices, waving between us.

I pulled mom on top of me, felt her moist slit as it slid down my stomach, grabbed her ass, spreading her as my cum tipped cockhead slowly buried itself deep within her. Slowly she rose and fell, groaning each time she impaled herself on my thick shaft.

"Baby...ohhhhhh baby," she moaned as I felt the first spasmic trembling of her orgasm. "Fill me sweetie, fill mama," she begged as I jerked again and again, my hot, thick cream filling her.

I carried her to my bed, fucked her hard twice more before we fell asleep in each others arms.

~~~~~

"Morning," she whispered gently when I finally awoke.

"Hi." We kissed gently, savoring the tender feel of the others lips. "You're beautiful mom," I whispered as I let my fingers trail down her cheek and over her lush, still firm hills.

"So are you," she said smiling. "Touch me Roddy, caress mommy baby," she crooned as she lay back and spread herself open for me.

My tongue chased my fingers around her body, touching, tasting, sampling...wanting... Ma moaned when my mouth caught her nipple, drew it in, sucked hungrily as if I was her baby again... Cried when my tongue curled lightly over her quivering clitoris, trembled as I licked... Grabbed my cock and pulled it to her distended pussy lips... Screamed as her first orgasm exploded... Took my cum covered cock into her mouth... Cleaned me with her lips, sucked me down her throat...

We showered together, soaped each others body and then fucked under the beating water. Sat hugging each other, smiling, laughing

We lived as man and wife for five days. We enjoyed each other physically while both of us ignored the questions, the issues that hovered at the edge of our happiness. Finally the last morning, just hours before Dad's return, we talked as we lay entangled in another post coital embrace.

It's been perfect honey," started mom, using a tone of voice that just promised a 'but'. "We can't...I mean with Becky and dad back...it's wrong...I'm too old...you'll be going to university...you'll have girlfriends..."

"Is that everything?"

"What?"

"All of your excuses for not being happy," I asked grinning.

"But"

"I'm going to live with you...you and Becky...always," I said with a raw ferocity. "You'll be my lover...have my babies...do you understand?"

We kissed.

~~~~~

"What kinda hat is that honey," Uncle Ted asked Becky when she arrived at the farm on Sunday afternoon, just back from her week in Fort Lauderdale.

"That's the hat of my new university unc," Becky announced, more to mom and I than to the rest of the clan.

"WHAT!" I exclaimed, stunned.

My protest was lost in the explosion of sound that seemed to come from every Malloy mouth on the property.

"That ain't no Georgia hat," cousin Billy complained.

"University of Miami, Billy, your cousin's going to be swimming for the Hurricanes," Becky announced, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Miami, Florida!" grumbled Uncle Ted, "they don't even speak American down there. Drug dealers and spics, rafts full of drugs and Cubans. What the hell you thinking girl? Does your Daddy know?"

Becky ignored me as she defended her decision to one and all and it was only when we got home late that night that I was able to corner her.

"Can I come in?" I asked as I rapped lightly on her half open door.

"Come."

She was standing, just wearing one of my old shirts, unbuttoned, over a skimpy pair of panties, her Hurricane hat at a jaunty angle on her head.

"I thought we were going to agree together on a school before," I started belligerently.

"I got tired waiting for you," she interrupted.

"But"

"I'm getting tired of waiting for a lot of things from you."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that if you don't do something soon I'm going to lose my virginity in the back seat of somebody's car or on a blanket down at the quarry," she said angrily as she shrugged her shoulders and let the shirt slipped off her shoulder.

"I'm your brother..."

"I love you!"

"You're so beautiful...I love you Becky, but," I started, then watched open mouthed as she pushed her panties slowly down.

"You or one of your classmates?" she demanded as she proudly posed nude in front of me.

"ME!" I hissed as I pulled her to me.

She was like a wild cat.

"Slow down Becky," I ordered as I held her.

"Hurry...I want you inside me," she urged, her hand insistent on my hard cock.

"We have all night."

"FUCK ME!" she ordered as she pulled me down to the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you...it's your first time," I said, wanting to kiss her, to slowly caress her, to gradually prepare her...

"Now Roddy....please...hurry."

I knelt between her legs, spreading her as I aligned my thick shaft, as I brought my heart shaped, now purple cockhead to her distended crack. Pushed in, felt the incredible tightness, felt her insides stretch to accept me, felt her virgin barrier blocking me...

"It's big," she whimpered, her eyes staring at the monster waiting to invade her depths. "It won't all fit...I don't think....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked as I smashed through her last barrier, driving half my length into her, releasing a flow of hot blood over my throbbing cock.

"Is it all in?"

"Almost honey, almost all," I promised even as I thrust again. With Becky now broken, I took my time, trying to turn her momentary pain into orgasmic pleasure.

Her whimpers slowly turned to purrs of pleasure, then to cries of ecstasy when I finally pumped inside of her, my spermy spurts met by her female spewing.

We fell apart panting. "I'm sore," she finally gasped, a satisfied smile lighting her face. "I don't think I can do it again"

"We have lots of time," I promised, and then after grabbing and putting on the Miami cap, said, "we will have lots of time at school."

"You're not mad? About Miami?"

"Will you marry me some day?"

"Only you my love."

~~~~~~

I lay awake even when I heard Becky's breathing slow into the relaxed cadence of sleep. The pungent smell of Becky's virgin blood lay heavy in the air as I turned on my side and looked at my love.

Saw her sexual fulfillment reflected on her beautiful face as it lay in repose. I bent and lightly kissed her forehead once, happy, knowing that I'd be waking to this lovely woman in my bed for the next ten thousand days.

I lowered my lips to her fat nipple, kissed it, then sucked the hard bud, thinking that this nipple would be nourishing my children in the future.

Thought for a minute how much I'd miss Miriam and her olive skinned lush body.

Knew suddenly that both mom and Becky would accept the threesome we were destined to become. Knew that soon we'd all be together in Miami....

THE END

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