This place is mine but I have no objection to you leading the way. You reach the bed, but before you have your way with me you look into my eyes. Fixa...ed on each other the comfortable silence turns to tension and I begin to close in. My head drops slowly as my cheeks turn to a pale pink, embarrassed by ideas of what you thought you would get and reality. You look at me deeply and lift your hand to my head, running you fingers through my soft hair, feeling it for the first time. You realise you. ‘Honey there is no easy way for me to say this. This may sound weird to you. But bear with me till I finish ok?’ As I was saying I could see my son’s facial expression change.‘okey.’ He said, almost quietly.‘Honey, I never told you about this. I had these strong sexual feelings for you since I can remember. But since you turned 18, I can’t keep them bottled inside me. I can’t even sleep at night. At nights, all I do is masturbate listening to you, breath in your sleep. I even find it hard to. 3.30 pe mai maam ke pass gaya to maam boli ke chalo mere sath ghar chalo mai tumhe papers de dungi..fir mai unke sath unki gadi me baith kar unke ghar chala gaya.mera lund abhi bhi apne pure ufaan me tha..mann to kar raha tha ke maam ko wahi chod daalu.lekin woh meri maam thi is liye apne uper control kiye hue tha.jab hum unke ghar pahuche to maine dekha unke ghar pe koi nai tha..unhone mujhe sofe pe baithne ke liye kaha tha and khud ander chali gai..waha se woh change ker ke aayi aur mere liye. At the back, I saw my wife standing between stacks of clothes. There were four older men around her. They seemed rather cared for European standards, had bad teeth and partly gaps in teeth, but always chewed this chewabak. They were all badly shaved, wore a kind of turban on their heads, wide trousers, shirts, and vests - or whatever it was. She stood in the middle, surrounded by these four men. My wife seemed a little apathic. She drank from an ornate tea cup, while the men seemed to comment.