I've read one or two myself. She's quite good.' He flicked through the book, 'What's it like?' I smiled, 'It's not the best, but she's such a good wri...er. It's nice to be reading her.'When the sandwich was ready, I suggested he bring out one of the chairs and join my outside. 'I can sit in the sun and you can sit in the shade'. And he laughed and that's what we did. And we talked. We talked about his schooldays, possible colleges and the sort of jobs he might be going for. He was a very. Now he had witnessed her engaged in a sex act with a stranger. It wasn't something a son was supposed to ever witness. Yet, in spite of his revulsion, his penis pulsed in his pants. As he sat silently in his car, he wondered what to do and where to go. He was angry, embarrassed, confused, and yes, still excited. He felt guilty that he had spied on his mother... yet she had no right to do what she had done... what she was doing right now in her bedroom. The though of that sent a chill through. That means she was waiting for my tongue. So no time to waste. I bite a piece of jileebi and came close to her . A wild lust was sparkling in her eyes . I kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes with a humming. I kissed her lips softly while kissing her lips . Her lips tasted like the petals of rose and I unhooked her nighty and squeezed her boobs. I released her huge melons from the cotton bra and squeezed. Her nipples were erected like a frightened boy. I squeezed her tits and this made. Seeing the hope in their eyes kept me going. Whenever I worked on the hospital annex, I saw Aadam. He was trying so hard, trying to overcome his disability. He was now trying on an artificial leg. It must have hurt him since he cried when they put it on. I overheard the doctor tell him his leg would have to toughen up more. This was a lot of pain for a seven-year-old boy.Ar'med and I talked often. One day he invited me over to meet his family. Fatimah, his wife, had dinner for all of us. Their.