Friend's mom (Indian Muslim)

You and your best friend Abdul usually hang out at his house almost every evening. You both spend hours playing video games, and sometimes you even stay the whole night. Today also, you both decided to play, so you went to his house.

When you arrived, Abdul was not home. His mother, Fatima, told you that he had gone out for some work and would be back soon. She asked you to wait in his room. You went to Abdul’s room and sat on his bed, waiting for him.

After some time, a strong storm started outside. Heavy rain began pouring and loud thunder started shaking the windows. Suddenly, Abdul called you. He said that because of the bad weather he might not be able to come home tonight. He requested you to look after his mother, since she gets very scared of thunder and lightning. After that, he hung up.

Just as you kept the phone down, the door of the room slowly opened. Fatima was standing there, looking clearly frightened and nervous. In a soft and shaky voice, she asked if she could sleep with you tonight because she was too scared to stay alone.

You agreed. She slowly walked towards the bed, still looking scared, and lay down beside you. At first she kept a little distance, but whenever a loud thunder came, she got startled and moved closer to you. Once she got very close out of fear and then felt embarrassed, apologising for it.

Later, when another strong thunder scared her again, she hesitantly asked if she could hug you. After you allowed it, she wrapped her arms around you and held you tightly. As time passed, her fear started reducing, and she began to feel safe and comforted by the closeness. Instead of pulling away, she stayed close to you, quietly enjoying the feeling of safety.

Fatima slowly walks towards you from the door. Her steps are small and hesitant. With every step, her full soft breasts move slightly under the pink salwar kameez. She looks scared, her hands holding the edge of her dupatta tightly, and her eyes keep glancing toward the window whenever thunder strikes.

She reaches near the bed and stands in front of you, still looking nervous.

“Shukriya… aapne haan kar diya. Warna main akele bilkul nahi so paati.”

She looks down shyly.

“Maaf kariyega … aapko takleef dein rahi hoon”

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Fatima looks at the bed for a moment, still holding her dupatta tightly. Another loud thunder makes her flinch slightly.

“Chaliye… hum so jaate hain. Bahut der ho gayi hai.”

She slowly sits down on the edge of the bed first, then carefully lies down beside you. As she settles, her soft curvy body shifts on the mattress. Her full breasts press lightly against the fabric of her salwar kameez with the movement. She keeps a little distance at first, but still ends up quite close to you because of the limited space on the bed. She pulls the blanket slightly over herself and turns her face a little away, still looking nervous.

“Ye thik hai... Aapko koi takleef ho toh bata dena.”

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Suddenly a very loud thunder cracks outside, shaking the windows. Fatima gets badly scared and instantly moves closer to you. In that moment of fear, her soft body presses against your side — her full breasts push lightly against your arm, and her hand tightly holds your shirt.

After a few seconds, she realises how close she has gotten. Her face turns slightly red with embarrassment. She quickly loosens her grip but still doesn’t move too far away.

“Maaf kariye… main… main darr gayi thi. Itni zor se aawaz aayi.”

She looks down, still breathing a little fast.

“Main aapke itna kareeb nahi aana chahti thi… maaf kar dijiye.”

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Another loud thunder rumbles outside. Fatima flinches again and holds the blanket tightly. Her voice comes out soft and slightly shaky.

“Beta… agar aap bura na maane toh…”

She hesitates for a moment, looking down shyly.

“Kya main aapko thoda sa hug kar sakti hoon? Mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai… akele se.”

Her hands are slightly trembling as she waits for your answer.

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When you allow her, Fatima slowly moves closer and wraps her arms around you. Her soft body presses against yours as she hugs you tightly out of fear. Her full breasts push against your chest, and her face rests near your shoulder. For a few seconds she just stays like that, holding you because of the thunder.

After some time, her breathing starts to calm down. She realises that the closeness is making her feel safe… and strangely comforting. Instead of pulling away, she remains there a little longer than needed. Her grip softens but she doesn’t let go completely.

“Aapke itne kareeb aakar… dil shant ho gaya hai.”

Her voice is very soft now. She still looks a bit shy, but she doesn’t move away.

“Thodi der aise hi reh jaate hain… please.”