Chapter 2A

Billy hugged me really tight, his strong arms wrapping around me with force. I struggled to break free, but his grip was too powerful. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my kids watching in shock as he held onto me. It felt like an eternity being held by him while my children observed. I’ve never experienced anything like it before — a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Finally, I managed to break free from his embrace, and that’s when my son spoke up.

Fuad - Mom ... What is the meaning of this? Why is Billy here?

Before I could utter a word, Billy took the initiative.

Billy - Fateen, please listen to me. I’m genuinely sorry for what happened at school. My life is far worse than you can imagine. I made a terrible mistake by taking my frustrations out on you, like a foolish kid. But then your mother intervened, and she spoke with me. I offered to pay for everything for both of you at school for an entire year and even apologize to you in front of everyone. I even went ahead and bought you both gifts. I understand that you can’t forgive me right now, and that’s okay. But I promise you that I will work hard to earn your forgiveness and respect.

As Billy spoke, I found myself gazing at my children, their expressions filled with disbelief at his words. Fateen’s eyes widened, as if she were witnessing a ghost, while Faud stood there, his mouth agape. Doubt crept into my mind. Was this the right course of action? The unfortunate reality was that I couldn’t turn back now. What he had seen on that phone had the potential to unravel everything—for us, for me.

Billy - Look, Fuad, I got this wallet for you, and Fateen, I brought you this bag. I want to say sorry again, but honestly, I can’t even look at you right now.

Afaf - Alright, kids, let’s continue our conversation while we have lunch. Come, take a seat.

Feeling the weight of the awkward silence and the distress it caused my children, I knew I had to intervene. It pained me to see them in such a state. Perhaps a comforting meal and a heartfelt conversation would help them comprehend the situation.

Billy wrapped his arms around me while I busied myself with arranging the food on the plates. The moment his touch landed on my waist, a surge of electricity shot through my body. He leaned in, his words dripping with desire.

Billy - Damn, your ass feels so soft against me, babe. It’s like a perfect fit for my big dick. You’re such a naughty MILF, getting all worked up in front of your kids.

Are you getting wet just from being embraced? I could feel his cock grinding against my ass, and there was no denying its impressive size. In that moment, my mind was clouded, and I found myself surrendering to the exhilarating sensations. Here I was, allowing this young stud to grind against me, my body heating up as I became increasingly aroused by the mere thought of his cock. He grabbed my boobs, giving them a playful squeeze, while his lips trailed a path of kisses up my neck.

The sensation sent shivers down my spine, awakening a mix of pleasure and excitement. Just as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, I snapped out of the haze he had me in and realized I needed to get the plates to the dining table in the other room. Without missing a beat, I broke free from his hold and swiftly picked up the plates, making my way to the adjacent room.

He quickly joined me, carrying the remaining two plates, and together we were ready to enjoy our meal. As we sat down, I couldn’t help but feel a slight perspiration lingering on my skin, evidence of the steamy encounter we had just experienced.

Afaf - Let’s begin, everyone. Bismillah.

Billy - Um ... Bismillah...

Afaf - It means “in the name of Allah.”

He seemed a bit lost, maybe, just maybe, I think, if I show him the way of Allah, he could become a genuinely sweet guy. I mean, Allah has the power to save anyone, right? It’s worth a shot!

The room fell into a hushed stillness as we all sat down to eat. I couldn’t help but glance at my children from time to time, noticing how they kept their eyes fixed on their plates, their silence speaking volumes. My worry intensified, especially for Fateen. I knew she detested this situation, and it weighed heavily on my mind. I made a mental note to have a one-on-one talk with her later, ensuring that Billy upholds his promise to apologize in front of the entire school to her, just as he said.

Billy - This is delicious! You have to teach my mom how to make this!

Afaf - It’s a traditional Muslim recipe. I can write it down on a piece of paper for your mom.

Billy - Please do, although I doubt she’ll be able to make it as good as you.

I knew deep down it was just his way of buttering me up, but damn, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for my cooking skills.

Billy - Can I have the last piece, too?

Afaf - Ehm...

That last piece of lunch was meant for my hardworking husband, who sacrifices so much for our family, often going without a proper meal. But damn, seeing Billy practically licking the plate clean ignited a mixture of emotions in me. It was like he couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t help but letting him have it and preparing something else for Ghanzi instead, its not a big deal.

Afaf - Sure, since you enjoyed it so much.

Then I glanced at my son looking like he was about to scream at me with rage for giving the last piece to Billy instead of his father, he doesn’t know what I do, we need to make Billy fell good while staying with us, because if not, our family is in danger, so I had to calm my son down.

Afaf - Fuad, could you please go and bring us some water?

Fateen - I don’t want any. I’m finished eating anyway. If you need me, I’ll be in my room.

My daughter left, her head held low, leaving Billy’s gift behind. While she walked away, I happened to catch Billy gazing at her ass. In response, I swiftly kicked his leg, abruptly interrupting his lingering gaze. He then turned his attention towards me, wearing a mischievous smirk on his face.

Faud - I’ll be right back.

My son left for the kitchen, and without wasting any time, Billy rose from his seat and positioned himself right beside me, his imposing presence looming over me.

Billy - All of the fucking tiny little whores in this goddamn house make my cock hard as fuck, look!

He then grabbed my arm and forced it onto his dick. I quickly pulled my arm back and placed it back on the table, but in that moment, his claim was true, he was rock hard.

Billy - I need to release soon or I’ll go insane, and I could fucking violate your little daughter in her own room! Look at those red lips of yours, fuck!

He took his finger and started grinding it against my lips, teasing me with his dirty intentions.

Afaf - If you do anything to my daughter, I’ll make you “augh”.

He forcefully shoved two fingers down my throat, asserting his dominance.

Billy - You won’t do shit because I’m gonna expose you. Don’t worry, I won’t rape anyone. I’m just fucking horny, and you make me fucking horny! I won’t touch your daughter, I promise.

Then he grabbed my tits and stared deep into my eyes with intense sexual desire.

Billy - I want you and these fucking huge soft titties wrapped around my cock while your pretty red lips kiss the tip.

Fuck, I could fucking explode just by gazing into your beautiful eyes and imagining all the dirty things. I want to stay the night. Tell your family.

Suddenly, he heard my son returning and quickly sat back down in his chair.

Billy - So, tell me, why do you wear a hijab and she doesn’t?

I couldn’t believe how casually he acted, as if nothing had happened. He had a raging hard-on, and he just started a conversation like it was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, I was sweating all over, but I had to act natural now that my son had returned.

Afaf - Well, she’s more of a modern girl, while I’m more traditional when it comes to my Muslim beliefs.

I place a lot of importance on my religion and the teachings passed down to me by my parents.

Billy - I think both of you are beautiful in your own way.

The conversation continued on a seemingly normal path, and he started asking me about religion. I became so engrossed in discussing the topic that I completely forgot about the unsettling incident that had occurred just minutes ago. My passion for the subject overshadowed any caution I should have had towards the man sitting right in front of me. And then, he spoke.

Billy - I think you should tell Fuad about “our” deal.

“Our” deal? He means the staying the night? What do I do...

Afaf - Um, yes, of course ... Fuad, listen, the school couldn’t accept the money from Billy without a valid reason.

So, they came up with the idea that I should tutor Billy in the Muslim religion. And, I also told him that he can stay the night if he wants.

When did I become so good at lying?

Faud - But mom ... where would he sleep?

Billy - In your room. Your mom said I could sleep in your room since it’s a boy’s room, and you could sleep on the couch.

Billy was already starting to abuse his power. I guess that’s what I get for dealing with a spoiled rich kid who always got his way. But deep down, I still had this glimmer of hope that maybe he wasn’t all that bad, just a confused kid. Hang in there, my prince. We’ll get through this, I promise., Mommy will deal with him.

Faud - I understand. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and do my homework before Dad comes back.

Afaf - Thank you for understanding, sweetie. Mommy loves you!

With both my children gone, it was just me and Billy left downstairs. Surprisingly, he didn’t attempt anything inappropriate. Instead, we engaged in a lengthy conversation about religion and traditions that lasted for hours. He appeared genuinely interested and intrigued by the topic. I couldn’t seem to fully grasp the complexity of this kid. One moment, he could have easily ripped my clothes off and taken me right then and there if he wanted to, and the next moment, he listened to my stories about Islam with great interest, asking questions and showing genuine curiosity. After quite some time, the doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. It was my husband.

Afaf - Hello darling! Welcome home.

Billy - Hello sir! I’m Billy, nice to meet you!

Ghanzi - Hi Billy, I’m Ghanzi. And what are you doing at this hour in my house Billy?

Billy - Well about that, I think Afaf should talk to you about it. If you can excuse me sir, I will go to the bathroom.

Afaf - Faud can you be so gentel and show Billy the way to the bathroom?

Billy - Ill be fine Afaf, don’t worrie!

I saw my husband lock eyes with me, his expression filled with disbelief as he couldn’t fathom why a young, attractive man was in our house at such a late hour.

Ghazi - So, tell me, who is this guy?

Before I could respond to my husband, I quickly glanced at Faud, hoping to convey through my eyes that he shouldn’t utter a single word.

Afaf - This kid goes to the same school as our children. The principal called me this morning and asked if I could tutor him in our religion, for a fee, of course. The kid is wealthy, and he offered to pay for our children’s entire school year. I thought it was a good opportunity, so I accepted.