The neat double storey house was located on a wide, eucalyptus tree lined street, in North Nazimabad, Karachi.
The street was neatly cut in two halves by a storm drain that over the years had become more of a shallow depression, than an actual flood defense.
The house was painted 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 Taimur 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.
Taimur lived with his parents, one brother and two sisters. The eldest sister Alia (22) was married with a baby; and then there was his sister Nabila aged 19, just finished high school. His brother Nasir 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 Zain's large, luxury bungalow in the posh phase 5 Gizri D.H.A. Karachi.
Zain 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 Zain had first invited him over. As they had driven up the hill towards the leafy shaded road where Zain lived, Zain had asked Taimur what he thought of his (Zain's) mother.
Taimur had met her several times over the years he had known Zain and had a very favorable opinion of her.
"Auntie bahut achi aur sweet hai." (Auntie is very nice and sweet) Taimur answered.
"Numkin bhe." (Salty too) Zain had said with a sly smile.
Taimur had been puzzled by that answer but ignored it.
Auntie Zoobia had been at home and had greeted Taimur with a smile as Zain had leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but to Taimur, who had never seen any man kiss a woman before, it had been shocking.
Taimur had followed Zain into his room, where Zain had casually turned on the big screen T.V. and flipped to a cable music channel.
Taimur 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.
Taimur'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!" Zain had said, "Is ki gaand dekh... kya gaand hai!" (Dude! look at her ass... what an ass).
Taimur 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!) Zain had said as Taimur saw him pick up the remote control and click a button.
There on the screen was something that had made Taimur 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 Taimur 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'.
Taimur had looked at Zain in shock, "Did he just call her his mother?" He had asked.
Zain had his cock in his hands and had been gently stroking it as he smoked a cigarette casually.
Zain had nodded and said, "Donu Maa beta hain." (They are mother and son)
Taimur had cum in his shalwar.
"Yeh na mumkin hai yaar!" (That is not possible) He had protested.
Zain had laughed as he had seen the shocked look on Taimur's face. "Yaar! They're actors. The story is about incest... you know, Madarchode. (Mother fucking)
Taimur had watched as the film moved on to a dinner table where a young girl and an older man joined the two who had just been fucking in a civilized dining scene.
"Look" Zain had said, "That is the father and sister of the boy, the father has already had the daughter twice, should I rewind it for you?"
"This is only a movie, right?" Taimur had asked slowly, "Father and daughter? Mother and son?"
Zain nodded as he said, "and in the next scene the sister gets fucked by her brother in the shower. Aur wooh bhe gaand main."(And that too, is in the ass)
Taimur had watched as the movie switched to a scene with the brother and sister smooching and squeezing each other in the shower.
Taimur watched as the sister had turned around and bent over, pulling her buttocks apart revealing her anus.
The brother had wasted no time in aiming his cock at the exposed butt hole and sinking it into his sister.
There had been several scenes after that and Taimur was hard as ever when Zain took him home.
"But these things don't happen really... do they?' Taimur had asked.
"Yaar!" Zain had said with a sly smile "Is duniya mai, sub Kuch chalta ha. Jub admi gharam hai, tu kissi ki bhi choot chaleegi.' (Dude, in this world, anything goes. A horny guy will fuck any cunt he can get)
Taimur had thought this over carefully and then he had shaken his head.
