"Thank you for helping me, Jean-Pierre," said Mona Mogahed, and the forty-something Arab matriarch looked at her son Ali's best friend, who'd gone through the trouble of clearing away all the snow in her driveway. Mona's son Ali had been best friends with Jean-Pierre Boudreau for ages. The two young men met at Algonquin College, and took radically different paths in life. Ali was currently at the Kingston penitentiary, where he would be kept for the next year and a half. Ali had some very stupid and illegal things, and the law is the law, after all...
Mona Mogahed loves her son Ali very much, but since he was a wannabe gangster with a fondness for robbing the local LCBO liquor store, or the Quickie's store down the street, perhaps prison would be good to him. Everyone in Vanier, Ontario, knew about Ali's criminal ways and various exploits. Ali had to learn a lesson, and he'd been running wild even since his father Mahmoud Mogahed passed away three years ago. Mona is a very hard-working and pious woman who attends the mosque twice a week. The lonely widow and mother doesn't have anyone to turn to in these difficult times. What's a gal to do?
"You're welcome, Miss Mogahed," Jean-Pierre replied with a smile, and as he worked the shovel, Mona couldn't help but admire his fine physique. Jean-Pierre stood six feet two inches tall, dark-skinned and muscular, and he was handsome in the manner of Afro-Caribbean gentlemen. Mona smiled as she caught herself checking out Jean-Pierre's cute bum. At the age of twenty two, Jean-Pierre was handsome and still single, though since he was a recent college grad with a good government job, this would change soon...
"Jean-Pierre, please come inside for some cocoa," Mona Mogahed said innocently, and the young man did as he was told. He came inside and took off his coat, revealing his finely muscled torso. Even with a T-shirt on, Jean-Pierre looked built. He sat in the living room, and sipped on his cocoa while Mona put on some music. At the age of forty eight, Mona Mogahed still looked good. She stood five feet nine inches tall, curvaceous, with dark bronze skin and long dark hair slightly streaked with gray.
"Thank you for this, Miss Mogahed," Jean-Pierre said, and Mona grinned, trying not to look at his crotch, for he sat in the typical "man-spreading" manner. Mona Mogahed is a proud Muslim woman from the Arab world. She is pious, quiet, polite and very conservative. Mona Mogahed is also a woman who hasn't had sex with anyone since her husband Mahmoud Mogahed died three years ago. Sex toys and fingering can only satisfy a woman for so long. Mona Mogahed needs some dick, alright?
