Nawaz sat sated and contented on a sofa eyeing his dear, beautiful mother, who had now draped herself in a dark blue sari. She appeared so splendid, so beautiful as she lay on the grand double bed – relaxed and looking at her son with half-shut eyes.
"Mother you' re wonderful," Nawaz said.
Her mother smiled.
"It was a great experience," Durdana told her son. "Soon we will be flying back. And you will learn more – a lot more about life."
"No mother will do what you have done for me," Nawaz said.
"Don't even mention. Thank your father who arranged all this," Durdana said.
"You mean the money."
Durdana looked at her naïve son, but did not reply. They both were engrossed in their thoughts. Nawaz thinking that how an impossible thing became possible – so easily? And Durdana thinking how matters will shape up for the family back home with her husband Zareef and daughter-in-law Kulsoom around.
Several minutes passed in silence. Then there was a tap on the door.
"It must be Lisa – she promised to come in the afternoon," Nawaz said going toward the door. Yes it was Lisa. But she was not alone. A tall, broad and a very dark Negro was with her.
"Meet Tom," Lisa said introducing the mother and the son to her companion.
"Hello," said Nawaz. He shook hands with his guest, but looked at him suspiciously. He felt the strong, powerful grip of Tom's hand crushing his palm.
"Hello Mister," Tom said smiling broadly. "Lisa had been telling me all about your training sessions and adventures. You were her good pupil," he said in a typical American accent.
"Tom is my colleague. He knows everything," Lisa said as she saw a cloud on Nawaz's face. "And this is Durdana – a lovely woman and a caring mother."
"How do you do Tom," Durdana said giving the black man her small white hand, which was accepted gently.
"I must say I have been knocked out by your smile," Tom said bending forward and stealing a quick kiss on one of Durdana's cheek. She was not prepared for that and was shocked.
Nawaz was taken aback by Tom's boldness. But little did he know what else was in store for him. Lisa took Nawaz's hand and led him to the sofa and sat besides him.
"You have taken a lot of pussies during the last few days and I believe today it included your mama's as well," she said in a business-like fashion. Nawaz shook his head uneasily as he saw Tom looking at him closely.
"Today your mama will have some fun in front of your eyes and you will just watch without saying, doing a thing," she said in a stern manner. "Tom is the best man for any woman. I can guarantee that."
"No way," Nawaz said standing up.
"Sit down," Lisa pulled him back grabbing his belt.
"This is the most important lesson as part of your psychological training. And how can you be so selfish to deny a good cock to your mother, who has done so much for you. It is better than yours – and you know that. You have to learn patience, shun the stupid emotions of jealousy and possessiveness and get used to of enjoying sex for the sake of sex alone."
Durdana was flabbergasted and confused.
"Stop joking," that's all she could say.
But Tom was quick to clutch and encircle her narrow waist in his strong arms.
