My mother character is based off of Dina Shihabi. Shihabi is a Saudi Arabian actress working in the United States (on TV shows like Jack Ryan and Altered Carbon).
She is the only Saudi Arabian actress to perform nude scenes.
This is a work of fiction. As always, all story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.
Saudi mom feels freedom after she leaves home and visits her son.
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Chapter 1
"I love you, Mom. Goodbye." Raed Hamidou said. Raed was studying engineering in America.
They were talking via video chat on their computers.
"Goodbye, sweetheart. I love you!" Dina Hamidou blew him a kiss.
Raed didn't disconnect from Skype. His Saudi mother had turned off her camera, the connection carried on and the young man was still visible.
What the forty-two-year-old mother saw thereafter was gobsmacking and caused her to do a double take.
The nineteen-year-old college freshman stood up. Her son was wearing tight boxer briefs. He had a massive erection.
For the first time in a long time, she became sexually aroused. She felt her nipples harden to visibility. Her pussy throbbed.
Wait. This is completely inappropriate. Raed is my son.
Dina thought.
Although she turned her head away, she could not take her widening eyes off his extraordinary cock.
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Dina Hamidou was born and raised in one of the most religious countries in the world, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. As a woman, she was raised in a society with many rules that apply to women and very few liberties.
In a society where ruling elites maintain as tight a hold over the public and private lives of their populations as political systems and civil societies allow, sexual repression remained an insidious form of despotism.
The Saudi rulers lived double lives. They preached one rule for their people but themselves practiced another.
After the conversation with her son, Dina decided to take a shower. She walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel. All along one wall of her bedroom were mirrored sliding closet doors. She took the towel off.
She admired her naked body, turning and turning it, striking poses for her own fun. Dina was a five-foot-five woman with a big butt. Light olive skin and long, dark brown hair. Her boobs were between a C and D cup, with medium-sized areolas.
Her husband Malek was most likely dead now. His prison sentence was for fifteen years of hard labor.
Malek had been pompous and hateful. The husband and wife disliked each other but they got along in the bedroom. The carnal passion between Dina and Malek was like a chemical reaction. Every time he slipped his hands around her waist and rubbed his face in her hair. She was powerless to resist him. They fucked like rabbits.
As a Saudi woman, Dina needed her father's permission to marry again. She went to her father's house. He refused to give his blessing to another marriage. She begged. She shrieked. Her father said no again.
Dina embraced her old servant, Zilah with all her might. She began to cry. Zilah kissed and stroked her head. Zilah walked her to her bedroom and put her to bed. Dina fell asleep in a fit of tears.
In her dreams, she was an Arab slave girl. Dina wore a dress of clinging jade-green, swinging short above her slender ankles, the neck cut low, revealing the skin of her soft, girlish bosom.
She was in a big, lofty tent, brightly lit by two hanging lamps. Her eyes were fixed on the man who had brought you here.
"Who are you?" She gasped.
"Do you want a husband?" the mysterious man asked.
Dina's eyes passed over the nameless man, but his features were vague and unclear.
"I do not have my father's permission." She said matter-of-factly.
"Don't worry, my dear. You are very beautiful. One day you'll sleep in the same bed with your handsome husband. You'll cuddle with him, you'll be happy."
The strange man was looking at her with fierce, burning eyes that seized her. She felt the clothes that covered her body were stripped from her, leaving her figure bare under his passionate stare.
Dina let him kiss her, and she kissed him back. He put his tongue into her mouth. He sweetly took her large breasts into his hands. He sucked on her nipples.
The man grabbed her thighs to pull her close, pressing his hardened manliness against her stomach. The flaming of desire burning in his eyes turned her sick and faint.
The touch of his scorching lips, the clasp of his arms, and the close union of his warm, strong body robbed her of all her strength. He laid her down on soft cushions...
When Dina woke up, she felt a cold wind. The window was open.
It occurred to her that if she'd entered Yeslam the Servant's bedchamber and made love to him, no one, except God, would've been the wiser. Yeslam the Servant did bear a resemblance to Dina's dead or missing husband; it'd be the same thing.
Sometimes a strange thought like this entered her head.
Chapter 2
Dina removed her hijab in the airplane bathroom. She felt the men's eyes admiring her as she walked back to her seat. Some of the men were Muslims. Some were non-Muslims.
Her plane landed. When she came out of the gate, her honey-colored eyes met a handsome young man in the crowd. With his good looks, his height, and his brilliant smile, he could always be sure of an extent of appeal. It was her son!
Dina ran and threw her arms around him. She kissed his cheeks.
"Oh, Raed! You look different. College has changed you." Dina beamed. She gazed at him sweetly.
"You look exactly the way I remember, mother," Raed said. His voice was slow and soft, with all its softness unmistakably authoritative.
Raed grabbed the luggage and put it in the car. Dina talked nonstop about the usual family rumours. Raed felt a little uncomfortable with some of the information she gave him.
Aunt Sajida had a major operation for her cancer. Cousin Brahim was arrested at Heathrow Airport for possession of cocaine. Uncle Khaled had had an affair with the wife of a Tunisian diplomat.
Raed cast a few glances at his mother who was a desirable woman with a great attitude. He had always been a little intimidated by her. His eyes passed quickly over Dina's breasts and then ran more slowly down her very nice legs. He could smell a mixture of recognizable shampoo and perfume. It was a delightful scent.
They pulled up to a timeworn, outdated hotel. The hotel was going through a renovation process. The room was clean and nicely furnished. The AC worked well. The bathroom was spotless.
Dina threw her bag to the side of the room. She turned toward the bathroom but abruptly stopped, and stared at the bed: the single, king-sized bed. Raed was also looking at the bed, bag still in hand.
"I'll call downstairs and get another room." Dina sat down on the frame of the bed and picked up the old phone.
She explained the problem to the clerk but was told that the hotel was fully booked.
"I'm sorry, lady, but the hotel is fully booked."
"Is there anything else you can do?" Dina asked.
"No. I'm sorry, ma'am."
Dina hung up the phone and looked at her son. She examined the bed.
"Well, it's big enough. We'll just have to give each other a little privacy."
Raed was looking out the window when his mother exited the bathroom in her nightgown and didn't turn around until she was under the covers.
"Will it bother you if I have the light on to read?"
"Honestly, Mom, I'm not sure I will even notice."
"Okay." She reached over and ruffled his hair. Then she leaned over to peck his forehead. He felt her soft hair graze against his brow. He glanced at her cleavage, as her heavy breasts shifted under the fabric.
She sat back. "Good night, Raed. Love you."
"Love you too," Raed mumbled. He rolled over, sliding deeper under the covers.
Dina read for a little while, but when her own eyes started to droop and she realized she'd read the same sentence five times, she put the book on the nightstand, laid her reading glasses beside it, and was just about to turn off the light when her eyes fell on Raed.
He was such a good son! She didn't know what she had done to deserve him, and she felt a sudden surge of love for him. He had developed an athletic look. He had hit puberty late.
Raed was tall, well above average height. He had rather narrow shoulders, which made his belly seem larger, even though he was not fat. He had a pair of very long legs. He had thick, dark hair.
Dina couldn't resist leaning across him and kissing the top of his head. Then she lay down, shut off the light, and faded slowly into sleep. It was nice, she thought, to have someone else in the bed beside her. Raed had a brisk manly presence.
Dina's sleep was deep and dreamless. At some point in the middle of the night, her eyes opened. She was lying on her side: a hard lump was pressing against her backside.
Raed's breathing was deep and regular. He was sound asleep.
His shaft was pressing against her butt cheeks! Raed's arm was wrapped around his mother, and he snuggled tight against her back. A secret, sensuous thrill ran through her body as she realized she was holding her son's arm tightly against her full breasts.
Her mind told her to break out of Raed's hold. But her loins screamed at her to stay, to enjoy this moment of illicit contact.
Dina noted that Raed felt as well-endowed as she had witnessed on her computer screen. Her hand was right there. If she moved it a few inches she could touch his manhood. Dina bit her lips and in the darkness blushed fiercely.
Behind her, Raed's penis flexed as it reacted to something in his dream. Curiosity got the better of Dina. Her hand slipped down and took Raed's cock into her palm.
Dina held still.
How could she do this?
She admonished herself.
Nevertheless, she didn't let go. Her fingers curled around her son's dick. He was very hard. She slid her hand up and down to check his length. Yes, it was large.
What about his balls?
