UPDATE ONE
There is an house was located on a wide, eucalyptus tree lined street, in gulshan e iqbal, Karachi.
The house was painted half white with a neat hedgerow in front of the high boundary wall, with a large dark green gate that leads to the car porch.
Nineteen-year-old Sameer had come home from college late. He had showered and changed into his sleeping shalwar (loose baggy trousers) and a vest and lay down on his bed.
Sameer lived with his parents, one brother and two sisters. The eldest sister Kiran (22) was married with a baby; and then there was his sister Saher aged 19, just finished high school. His brother Tauqeer was a newly appointed, junior officer in the Ministry of Trade.
His arms folded behind his head, he watched the ceiling fan spinning franticly, fighting a losing battle with the afternoon heat of a breezeless April day.
His mind went back to the reason he was late getting home these days. He had been at Aariz's large, luxury bungalow in the posh phase 5 Gizri D.H.A. Karachi.
Aariz was a college friend from a wealthy and socially active family. The only son, he was given almost total freedom to do what he wanted.
It was six months now since Aariz had first invited him over. As they had driven up the hill towards the leafy shaded road where Aariz lived, Aariz had asked Sameer what he thought of his (Aariz's) mother.
Sameer had met her several times over the years he had known Aariz and had a very favorable opinion of her.
"Auntie bahut achi aur sweet hai." (Auntie is very nice and sweet) Sameer answered.
"Numkin bhe." (Salty too) Aariz had said with a sly smile.
Sameer had been puzzled by that answer but ignored it.
Auntie Maira had been at home and had greeted Sameer with a smile as Aariz had leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but to Sameer, who had never seen any man kiss a woman before, it had been shocking.
Sameer had followed Aariz into his room, where Aariz had casually turned on the big screen T.V. and flipped to a cable music channel.
Sameer had sat down on the chair and watched as sexy, barely dressed girls danced provocatively... No wonder his father would not allow a T.V. in his home.
Sameer's Lund had been hard as an iron rod. His Shalwar tenting up in his lap as he watched wide eyed as two girls in bikinis moved together provocatively.
"Yaar!" Aariz had said, "Is ki gaand dekh... kya gaand hai!" (Dude! look at her ass... what an ass).
Sameer had watched the ass' move and had felt his cock tip leaking as he watched. His hand had gone to the hard meat in his shalwar and stroked it instinctively.
"Yaar! Yeh dekh!" (Dude! See this!) Aariz had said as Sameer saw him pick up the remote control and click a button.
There on the screen was something that had made Sameer almost cum in his shalwar.
He had watched a long-wet cock sliding in and out of a bushy black-haired pussy. He had seen porno magazines and so knew what a choot looked like, but those magazines had nothing like this.
There in color, was a man fucking a woman. Actually screwing in living color.
The volume had been up and the sounds of the actors panting and groaning had been clearly audible.
Suddenly the cock was pulled out and the man's hand grabbed it as it had spilled a thick white creamy liquid onto the black bush of the woman he had recently been pumping. The man had then used his cock to rub his cream into the bush as Sameer watched the woman reach down and dip her fingers in the cum.
The camera shot had switched to the woman, a middle-aged woman, licking cum off her fingers as a young man had sucked a nipple topping one of big fat breasts.
Whatever language they had been speaking, one word had been crystal clear; the young man had said 'mama'.
Sameer had looked at Aariz in shock, "Did he just call her his mother?" He had asked.
Aariz had his cock in his hands and had been gently stroking it as he smoked a cigarette
