My name is Muhammad and I am 24 years old jobless and living with my mom. I was born in Ireland, but my parents were born in Saudi Arabia, where we m...ved from the area full of turmoil. However my father would often return to Saudi Arabia to make things better supposedly. This led to him being killed 3 years ago.The family was just me and my beautiful mother Fatma. His death really made me depressed over the years, however it did not seem to affect her. He was strict in following Islamic dogma. Before them was the legendary Retro-Cool lounge. The two obviously cool dudes walked in like they owned the place. Well, more accurately, like they had a longterm lease, with an option to buy."May I help you?" asked the famous Lanita Fanathra. She was the hottest chick in the Alpha Quadrant. She was tested as absolute perfection for sixteen of the known sentient races. Even the broccoli-like Neathreans wanted some of that."Kik?," Garth twitched."Hey, sexy, foxy, nova-hotty!" John said, smiling. He went to his room saying nothing more. I just sat there on the couch thinking, “Why did I do this?” Next morning, I woke up. It was quite early. I went to my room and got fresh, took a shower and then went to the kitchen. I made breakfast just like I used to do daily, but things were going to be a bit different today between my son and I; I knew that. “Breakfast is ready, Adam,” I said as I saw my son in the living room. “I’m getting late, Mom,” he replied and left. He didn’t even look at me.. It was difficult for me to believe that I could be so close to naked woman with all her assets carelessly on view. My prick stretched long, thick and hard along my belly. Clear sticky droplets flooded the knob. And yet she took no offence, took no notice, seemed unconcerned. Vera rolled onto her side, her body against mine, and her big breasts lolled against my arm and chest as she lent over me. “For a young man you have a beautiful body you know,” she commented. Now I was suddenly shy. Her.