One night after a glum, mostly silent dinner, I brought my mother into the living room and sat her down.Kneeling before her, I took both her hands and...said, "Mom, you've been mourning Dad for way too long. I miss him too, but he's been gone for almost two years! You've got to start living your life again. Don't you think he would have wanted it that way?"Mom only shook her head sadly. "You don't understand, Julia ... it's m-my fault your father is dead."I was stunned. How could it possibly be. Please!...Ohhh!...Anything for you Auntie Rita!...You can do anything!...Unnnn!...Just make me cum!...Please!... Please!..." the overwrought nephew begged.Rita smiled up at the trembling youth then relaxed the tight clasping fingers she had at the base of his prick. She had him right where she wanted him! She closed her little hand around his shaft, yanked her fist up and then slammed it down again to the root of his cock. She pressed down hotly on his straining flesh and waited....She didn't. They didn’t like him because he was a rich, spoiled, arrogant overgrown fratboy who thought he deserved to have everything handed to him on a silver platter, and a big phony and liar to boot. But he didn’t let that stop him. He got together with his brother Jub, who was governor of a state called Fuckallya. Together they hatched a scheme which was diabolical in its cleverness. ‘Now we have a lot of noogas in our state,’ brother Jub said. [NOTE: ‘nooga’ was a derogatory term for. I’m not an Arab if that’s what you’re thinking,” Remas said.“Well, with the hijab, I guess we kind of assumed you were.”“Yeah. Well, we all have our secrets, you know.” She sighed. “I figured this would all come out this week but I didn’t plan to just strip and reveal everything at once. I’m Romany. My father immigrated to the US when the borders first opened in 1990. He met my mother here and I was born in 2002. I got the light hair from her and the darker skin from him.”“And which is Muslim?”.