Rich Bully and my Muslim Mom

Chapter 1

My name is Faud, and I am a typical kid growing up in the suburbs of America. My family moved here because we didn't have much money, and we hoped to find a better life. However, I can't honestly say that this place is better than home. My father is always working, and we can barely afford everything we need. My sister, Fateen, has been acting out since our father started working 12 hours a day. I don't think she hates him, but she clearly misses having a father figure in the house. Meanwhile, my mother is the center of our world. She is always there for us, preparing us for school each morning with delicious food and nice clothes. She is our biggest supporter, both at home and at school.

Faud - Morning, Mom!

Afaf - Good morning, sweetheart! Take a seat, today is your favorite.

Faud - Mom! I love you so much!

Fateen - Mmm, delicious smell, Mom. I want double today.

Afaf - Inshallah, for everyone, sweetie. Take a seat!

My father, walked into the kitchen, greeting us with a simple:

Ghazi - Good morning, guys.

Faud - Hi, Dad!

Fateen - Whatever... Aren't you leaving yet?

Fateen, on the other hand, seemed annoyed.

Afaf - Fateen! Ask for forgiveness right now!

Ghazi - It's alright. She's right. I actually have to go.

Afaf - What about breakfast?

My mother asked, clearly disappointed that he wasn't staying.

Ghazi - I'm sure it's delicious, darling, but I'll be late.

He replied, kissing her on the forehead.

And with that my sister leaves the table.

Afaf - Fateen, wait...

Ghazi - Leave her be. She's young and doesn't fully understand yet. Inshallah, Allah will guide her. Have a good day, son

Faud - Bye, Dad! Have a great day!

Afaf - Please talk to your sister, Faud. Help her understand that your dad is working hard for us, so that we can have food on our table and go to school.

Faud - Sure, Mom. I will talk to Fateen.

Afaf - Allah made you a good boy. Mommy loves you.

She said, kissing me on the forehead.

Afaf - You're such a sweet boy. Keep being kind and understanding, my love.

With that, my sister and I left the house, walking slowly to school.

Faud - Hey Fateen, why don't you cut our father some slack. He works hard for us.

Fateen - That is not for you to decide if he works for us or not...

Fateen replied, her voice strained.

Faud - But you know...

Fateen - Please Faud! I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone for now...

Fateen said, cutting him off.

Faud - Come on Fateen, you know that we are best friends since we were born, you know you can tell me everything that is on your mind, right?

Fateen - I know Faud, but this time you wouldn't understand, please leave me be.

Fateen responded, her voice softer.

Faud - Ok sis, I'm here if you need me.

Fateen - I know, thanks Faud.

As I walked into school that day, a feeling of unease crept over me. I tried to ignore it and hoped that my instincts were wrong. The first few hours of the day passed uneventfully, but that uneasy feeling persisted. Then Kevin, one of my closest friends who also happened to have a major crush on my sister, approached me with a serious look on his face. He told me that Billy and his friends were bullying my sister. Without wasting any time, we rushed to the scene. When we arrived, we saw my sister in the middle of Billy and two other guys. They were all groping her while she was paralyzed with fear, tears streaming down her face. It was a scene that made my blood boil and filled me with an overwhelming sense of rage and protectiveness.

Billy was the quintessential popular kid in school, with a height that towered over most, strikingly handsome features, a toned muscular build, and a family with a notable financial standing. On top of all that, he was also a gifted athlete, having represented the United States in kickboxing and bringing home the gold medal just the previous year.

As I scrambled to find a way to help my sister, my mind raced with thoughts about the injustice of America's supposed "land of freedom." It seemed like freedom was only reserved for the rich. And to make matters worse, Billy was a notorious bully in school who had beaten countless students without ever facing consequences. In fact, he had caused so much fear that many kids had moved away just to escape him. As I struggled with these thoughts, I suddenly saw my friend Kevin rush over to help my sister. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but I couldn't help feeling inadequate compared to Kevin. He was taller than me and had street smarts that I could only dream of. Though I had never done any sports or combat training in my life, Kevin was no stranger to street fights. But as it turned out, street fights and professional fights were two entirely different things. In a matter of seconds, Kevin was knocked out cold.

Billy - What does this hobo want? Is he your boyfriend? Are you sleeping with a hobo, Alahu Akbaru? Answer me when I ask you something, you terrorist whore!

He aggressively grabbed my sister's tits, squeezing them hard, and forcefully pulled her towards him

My sister was one of the most beautiful girls in school, at least in my opinion. She had big tits for her age and a small, bubbly ass that was soft and bouncy. Her body was slim, and she was short, which only added to her appeal. She was a perfect little girl, fertile and alluring, yet her baggy clothes, big glasses, and hairstyle hid her beauty from everyone else. They thought she was just an ugly nerd like me, but I knew the truth: she was the most desirable girl in the world, and I was hopelessly attracted to her.

Billy's piercing voice screamed out

Billy - Hey you! Yeah, you! Aren't you her brother?

His words cut through the air like a knife. I looked over to see him dragging my sister by her large, perky tits, causing her to grimace in pain.

Billy - Can't you see where my hands are, Ahmed? I guess you're not going to do anything about it, are you? Then get lost. I have some more fun in store for this tiny little nerd. And damn, she has huge tits.

I was overcome with a jumble of emotions - embarrassment, fear, anger, and frustration - all at once. I felt paralyzed, unable to move or help my sister. My best friend Kevin was still lying on the floor, and my sister stood there, tears streaming down her face, as Billy groped her relentlessly right in front of me.

Mark - Hey Billy, leave her alone. We have to go. The principal is coming.

Billy - Huh? Since when do I have to hide from that loser?

Mark - Come on man, behave. You know if he sees you harassing people, he'll tell your father and he'll cut our money. Is it worth it for this ugly whore?

Billy - Fine, whatever, scram Ahmeda!

My sister walked towards me, her face wet with tears, looking ashamed and defeated.

Faud - Fateen, are you okay?

I asked like a dumbass clearly not being ok at all.

Faud - I'm sorry I froze when Kevin was knocked out. I couldn't help you. It's okay, Fateen. I'll be there for you next time.

I promised, but she interrupted me with a sad smile.

Fateen - I know, Faud. I'll be fine...

After a long day at school, we finally arrived back home, grateful for the safety and comfort of our own space.

Faud - Mom, we're home!

Afaf - Hey guys! How was school...?

My mother's cheerful greeting was cut short when she saw the look on Fateen's face. Before she could ask what was wrong, my sister darted into her room.

Afaf - What happened, Faud?

I couldn't bear to tell my mother what had happened at school, how I failed to defend my little sister, so I lied.

Faud - I have no idea, Mom... she was okay a minute ago.

Afaf - Really? Alright, I'll talk to her. Lunch is almost ready, go take a seat. We'll join you soon.

Faud - Okay, Mom.

Later on, the two of them joined me for lunch. Fateen seemed better than when she came home, and the three of us ate without ever mentioning what happened at school. The rest of the day went by uneventfully. My sister and I both did our homework, had dinner, and prepared for bed. The next morning, as I passed my mother's room...

I saw my mother's body, she has a beautiful tan skin tone, with almond-shaped dark brown eyes that glisten as she sensually moves her hips while putting on her pantyhose. Her long, silky black hair cascades down her shoulders as she sways to the music, making her voluptuous curves stand out even more. She has thick thighs that you can't resist touching, and a slim waist that accentuates her hourglass figure. Her big, round ass is a sight to behold, and her big, full breasts are begging to be released from her lacy underwear. As she slides on her pantyhose, I can see every curve of her body, and I can feel the heat rising in my body as I watch her.

I couldn't help but stare at my mom's big, round, beautiful, tan ass. However, I had to quickly snap out of my trance before she caught me staring. I had been waiting downstairs for our mother to prepare breakfast, but it was my little sister Fateen who descended the stairs first.

Faud - Morning, sis!

Fateen - Morning, Faud. Where's Mom?

Faud - I don't know.

Suddenly, Dad came downstairs.

Ghazi - Your mother is changing. She'll be right here with you. Have a nice day today. Love you guys.

Faud - Have a nice day, Dad.

Fateen - Whatever...

Then, Mom came down the stairs. She was wearing a grey hijab and a pretty white dress that was almost see-through, accentuating all her curves.

Faud - Wow Mom! You look beautiful! What's the occasion?

Afaf - There's no occasion. I just thought I'd change things up today. Let's get you guys ready for school now.

As we sat down for breakfast, my mom wore a stunning dress that caught my eye. I couldn't help but stare at her, and even Fateen noticed me gazing at our mom once or twice. After breakfast, we headed out for another day of school. Surprisingly, school was good today, and there was no sign of Billy at all.

During the day, Kevin and I discussed what had happened yesterday. Kevin swore to me that he will take , and he even brought a knife with him today in case he saw Billy. However, we didn't see him at all, and the day went by without incident.

As I arrived home, I felt a wave of relief that everything had gone well with Billy, and that the nightmare scenario from yesterday was finally over. I was also excited at the prospect of maybe seeing my mom wearing that beautiful dress again today. But as we entered our house, our safe place, our excitement turned into shock. There he was, Billy, embracing our mom.

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