Making the Team/Go alone, more girls, wait for Hannaneh and her mom to arrive
"Hide in the basement." Jesse commands the other guys after they've hidden the booze and all the joints. Nobody argues, it makes sense that almost a dozen guys would be heard easily if they were hiding in any other room. What they probably didn't expect, however, was that Jesse was going to discreetly lock the door behind them. He smirks and heads over to the entrance, just in time for the doorbell to ring. He hasn't bothered to put on his shirt, and so the women were understandably shocked when that ripped, half-naked blonde superman opened the door for them.
You spot Hannaneh right away. A beautiful girl with somber dark eyes and defined eyebrows that give an ethnic touch to her gaunt face. She could easily pass for some exotic beauty queen with her beautiful features - but she's dressed very modestly. A tightly wrapped hijab covers her hair and neck completely, and under that she's got a long lavender shirt that matches the headscarf but contrasts her light brown skin gorgeously. Even at a distance, you can see that she's sad - as if she's been yelled at during the whole car ride over.
Her mom, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Her hijab is pulled back a little, but she's got some kind of skullcap on under it to hide her hair nonetheless. She's about the same height as Hannaneh, but markably more mature. Wide cheekbones and full lips, combined with the heavily painted eyes almost makes your cock jump straight away - but her body takes the price! Huge, fuckable tits strain against the sky-blue shirt and slope down to a trim waist that then explode into a big booty that's barely confined in her tight jeans. You know Jesse's hit the jackpot right now, and his shit-eating grin lets you know just how well aware of it he is as well.
"Where is the man from school? The one who called me?" Hannaneh's mom asks cautiously as she steps into the house - daughter tight in tow.
"He'll be right here," Jesse lies. "He went to talk to my parents. They're still at work. Please, have a seat."
They both head for the living room and sit down in the couch, and he boldly slides down between them - lifting his arm to the backrest. "So, what's your name? We're here to talk about something, right?"
"You will never see my daughter again." The mom, who then explains her name is Shadia, states cooly. "I don't want to know what the two of you did, but--"
"But mom!" Hannaneh exclaims desperately. "We didn't do anything!"
"You be quiet!" Shadia hisses at her and turns back to Jesse. "If her father finds out, he'll kill her. Do you understand? You're going to keep this to yourself for the rest of your life, and we'll pretend this never happened."
"What's the big idea?" Jesse shrugs. "Can't two kids just kiss each other?"
"No."
"Oh, come on! You don't even know how we kissed. It wasn't a big deal."
"Kissing before marriage is haram - forbidden. It's completely decadent."
"Then show me." He states bluntly, and the girls almost jump with surprise. Jesse keeps cool though, and just stares at Shadia with his best poker face. "Show me how you kiss decadently, or I'll tell your husband I fucked the two of you, and he'll kill you both."
You almost have to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. Did he just say that? What the fuck is he even doing? Shadia is completely flabbergasted - lips parted in a loss for words, while Hannaneh looks absolutely terrified. "Did I fucking stutter?" Jesse asks calmly. "In fact, kiss Hannah right here and now. So I can see what's so decadent about it." They both just stare at him, trying to process how he flipped the tables on the situation so quickly. He sighs and moves a little, as if getting ready to leave the couch. "Fine. Guess I'll have to call Mister Fallah-..."
"No!" Hannaneh pleads and puts a hand on his chiseled chest, keeping him seated. Then she swallows hard and looks at her mother, who still hasn't grasped just how to handle this. Kissing her own daughter is completely out of the question - but Hannaneh seems to understand what's at stake. With trembling hands, she leans forwards and caresses her mother's shocked face - before pressing their lips together.
Shadia is frozen in place, and Jesse leans back with a grin as the room fills with the wet, smacking noises of their kissing. "With tongue." He demands, and Hannaneh complies. "And what the fuck's wrong with you?" He sneers at Shadia and slaps her back. "Grab her, sandnigger. This is happening whether you want it or not."
You can see the horrified disgust on Hannaneh's face as Shadia wraps her arms around her. Trailing along the back, stroking her waist, squeezing a handful of tits. But you're more surprised to see that, as it's happening, they're getting less and less stiff and more... into it? It's hard to explain, but they've both closed their eyes, and the movements are much more natural now. Shadia's brushing her daughter's face, Hannaneh's sucking her bottom lip. It's like something out of a lesbian porno - and Jesse's bulge grows bigger and bigger just by watching it.
Then...