This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns, of Asma's sexual journey, will be found by reading the entire series.
Asma's son Fahad carried the parcels up the stairs of the two-storied house to the open lounge area at the top of the stairs. Ai thanked him and motioned him to sit beside her on the couch. The thin-bodied, nerdish-looking, bespectacled, eighteen-year-old Pakistani youth nervously did so, trying to keep his eyes off the forty-six-year-old Vietnamese's hard nipples which strained against the transparent, semi-sheer material of her blouse.
He had arrived at the house of his mother's petite best friend expecting to find Ai's eighteen-year-old daughter, Vy, ready for her Mathematics tutorial with him. Although they were both studying final year Advanced Mathematics, his knowledge was excellent, hers was poor. Ai had apologised for forgetting to inform Fahad that Vy was attending extra lessons at school that afternoon and had invited him in to try her Vietnamese coffee, and then asked if she could impose on him to carry the parcels upstairs.
Although he and Vy were both in year twelve, they attended different Government schools: hers was all female, mainly Asian, whereas his school was mixed and its students were from a lower social class. When he tutored her after school the 18-year-old Vietnamese was dressed in her summer school uniform as it was not yet winter. The long shapeless blue checked outfit hung loosely on her thin body and reached mid-calf. Long white socks were pulled up to her knee well past the hemline, unlike most of the other Vietnamese students who tested the school rules with the tightness and shortness of their uniforms. Her plain, bespectacled round face with its short brutal hairstyle was unadorned by any makeup or false eyelashes, again unlike most of her fellow Vietnamese students.
God, it made him horny sitting beside Vy's mother, and his cock started swelling. He was semi-horny continuously now as his mother Asma, after seducing him and introducing him to sex (see Chp4) and her two weeks of frantic fucking with him, had stopped the relationship. From the sounds coming from the marital bedroom from then on, his forty-two-year-old mother was now getting her sexual fulfilment from his father Afsar. He compared the petite Vietnamese to his four-year younger mother and fantasised fucking the Vietnamese. If it was for real and not imaginary, it would have been the second fuck of his life, following his mother's seduction of him.
His thoughts were interrupted by Ai. "Seeing we are alone I'd like to discuss your intentions with my daughter Vy. After all, she is only eighteen, and the same as you is completing year twelve. I know I am best friends with your mother, Asma, and that you are helping my daughter with her Mathematics, but I think it is very important we talk and discuss the future. I have come to know you since you have been tutoring her, so I am happy she is meeting you here supervised by me. But are you just going to play with her affections, or do you have something more long-lasting in mind? You and I must speak freely, openly, and honestly."
As she spoke, she swivelled to face him and placed a hand on his thigh. Fahad's face reddened both from her touch and the fact that as Ai twisted towards him it had somehow caused her mini skirt to bunch up. The result was her thong-encased pussy was now mostly visible if he lowered his eyes. His cock was rapidly approaching its full 11 inches and he hoped the folder on his lap covered it.
"Well er er," the sweating Fahad stammered, "She and I get along famously and she appears to enjoy my company and has even asked me to take her to her school's formal."
"That is good, but what I want to really know is have you bought enough condoms because after the formal I will have the guest room downstairs set up for you and Vy?"
Fahad's jaw nearly hit the floor. Was he hearing correctly? What was going on? Were all Vietnamese as sex orientated as Vy's mother?
Oblivious to his stammering discomfort Ai continued, "It's probably best if we go and get some good quality ones now, rather than leave it too late and get cheap unreliable ones. Just wait here while I change." She was off the sofa and into her bedroom which was off the open area in which they sat they sat before a flustered Fahad could reply.
The shocked Pakistani youth's eyes flicked to the open bedroom door, and he froze. The angle was perfect; a long dressing mirror reflected Ai's svelte body as she slid out of her tight mini skirt and blouse. Her thong followed and she stood nude before the mirror. He watched as she pulled on an even smaller thong and black micro mini. A tight red boob top and no bra completed her dressing. She selected a pair of platformed, extreme-heeled shoes and tottered out of her bedroom. She was a sight never seen back in his home in the northwest city of Peshawar, situated in the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan.
Ai stepped out of the bedroom and paused as if a thought had just struck her. "I forgot and presumed. Sorry, I just assumed you would come. You probably don't want to be seen at the shopping Centre with an old Vietnamese woman like me. Maybe, I should go alone, or you could buy them yourself."
"Oh no, I would be proud to accompany you and be seen with you," he stammered. "Plus,' he continued his face reddening, "I wouldn't know what to buy." In his confusion he kept talking, "I have only copulated with my mother."
Luckily, he had spoken in such a rush and jumble of words it appeared as though Ai had not heard the last remark. "That's good you don't mind being with me. I hope I have dressed well enough to go out escorted by you."
"Dressed well enough," Fahad thought. "What she is wearing would barely have enough material to make a small handkerchief."
Ai continued, "Not that I will be much help either because I don't like using condoms and it's been so long since I last had sex. But we need to do this as it is going to be Vy's first time, and she is not on the pill. Although it is unlikely that she will make you cum as she is not a typical sexy eighteen-year-old Vietnamese, it is best to be prepared."
Fahed knew for certain his cock was at its full eleven inches, striving to burst over the waist of his school trousers. Luckily his shirt was not tucked into his pants, and he hoped this covered the damning evidence. The trip to the local Chemist Warehouse outlet at Highpoint Shopping Centre was short but for Fahad, it was more agony. Ai was oblivious to the fact that the angle of the driving seat and the use of the accelerator and brake pedals, had her mini shift bunch up to around her hips and Fahad could see the thong she wore was in fact split and her shaved pussy was visible, and that it had a two-inch gold chain hanging from it.
As they walked through the large shopping mall, Ai suddenly stopped and grabbed his arm to halt him. She looked in the boutique women's clothing window exclaiming, "New stock", and enquired which he thought might suit her. They continued towards Chemist Warehouse with her not releasing her grip on his arm. Fahad became aware of the looks they were gathering, or more particularly Ai was receiving, especially when they took the escalators up to the top level. He realised the crowd behind were striving to get the best view up Ai's minuscule mini, although some were gazing in astonishment at the gawky Pakistani youth with the attractive sexily dressed, older Asian woman clinging to him.
He suddenly stopped, uncertain what to do. A group of Pakistani males were clustered outside Gamesworld, obviously having spent time there playing the machines. They were a year older than him, unemployed, and he had tagged along with them a couple of years ago trying to be accepted and "a man". But their petty crime and street violence had turned him away. They hadn't seen him, but Ai noticed his sudden halt, and he had to explain he knew them.
"Go and say hello. I'll quickly look in this dress shop then catch up with you."
He went to the group and forced hellos were said, and it was obvious they had no interest in or time for him. He was about to depart when Ai appeared, slid in front of Fahad, wrapped his arms around her so his hands were on her lower stomach; no make that her upper cunt and said, "Fahad, introduce me to your friends. Your friends are my friends. They are from Pakistan, like you, aren't they?", she queried as she pushed back into Fahad. He fought hard but his cock began to rise.
You could hear the sound of their dropping jaws hitting the tiles as Fahad introduced Ai to them. They departed from the stunned group with Ai draped against him and he could feel their shocked eyes boring into his back and he hoped she had not noticed his hard-on. That thought was dismissed at Chemist Warehouse and replaced by others as Ai dragged a nervous Fahad to the condom section. "From what I have seen at my home and here size is more important than the brand," she said and took her time selecting the largest size she could find. "We don't want it breaking inside Vy, though I doubt she will gain your fullest erection."
What sort of woman was Vy's mother? The thought pounded through his head as she clung to him at the register staring brazenly at the checkout chick as she paid for the "They fit G31", which the packaging claimed was 30% larger than the "Maxum XL". As he escaped from the shop Ai asked if he could spare the time to help her pick some clothes and the next hour was spent watching her parade before him in a procession of nightclub dresses, most of which would not look out of place on a celebrity red carpet where little knowns were trying to be noticed.
Back at the house, Fahad carried the shopping upstairs and on his second trip from the car up the stairs, he was greeted by a nude Ai, wearing only her slut heels and dangling cunt chain. She led him into the bedroom and knelt on the big king-sized bed.
"Come on Fahad, take the hint and fuck my pussy. It's been waiting for your cock for hours."
Fahad stripped off his shirt, popping a button that flew across the bed in his haste. Helped by Ai he pushed down his pants and under-shorts, kicking them off along with his socks. Ai gasped at the fully visible eleven inches of Pakistani fuck meat and the swollen skin of Fahad's knob and stared longingly at its glory and menace. It stood proud, a quivering eleven inches in length with a pronounced curve upwards. It was not over thick for its extreme length and the shaft had two long veins running along the top and one along its bottom. At the end of this rock-hard fucking piston was a cockhead half as wide again as the shaft with a semi-open eye with drops of precum already forming on it.
