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.
"No need to act as a virtuous, good mama ma'am," he said. "Show me the devil inside you," he said giving a broad lick on one of her cheeks and covering it with spit.
Nawaz was confused too. He did not know what to say and do. His mother was in the arms of a black stranger in front of his eyes. It was a strange sight. Had it happened a few weeks ago – he would have killed that man. But now there was only confusion.
Lisa held him firmly on the sofa and whispered in his ear – "You just watch – you will love it. Just watch your mother under a stranger. It is a unique experience."
Meanwhile, Durdana was waging a losing battle in trying to get herself free from Tom's arms. "Nawaz I don't want this. Lisa I don't want this. Stop this now. Tom, please leave me alone!"
But Nawaz sat silent. Lisa only smiled. And Tom held her more firmly.
"Hey sexy bitch – stop making this fuss," Tom said madly licking and biting her neck without Durdana's consent. "Mother, give your son a good sex show. Show him what does a good fuck mean for a woman," he said and spitted straight at her face. "I promise, you will LOVE it."
Durdana felt helpless, humiliated and over-powered. No doubt she loved sex. But she was not prepared for this. She never thought in her whole life that one day she would land in the arms of a mighty black man and that too in front of her son.
She could sense the writing on the wall. In this sex capital of the world –- Bangkok – she appeared to had run out of options. but only one.
She looked at Tom full in his eyes. Tom realized the sexy-looking woman had become still and no longer trying to free herself. He relaxed his grip. "Change of mind," he said.
He spitted again on Durdana's face and then licked the saliva splaterred over her face. She stood silent just staring at him.
"I have had all types of cunts – from Anglo Saxon to Indian, Arab, Chinese ... Today for the first time ever I am getting a Pakistani one," Tom said and spitted again on her face and then licked it.
There was a pause as they both looked at each other. Then Durdana slowly raised her face, gathering a good load of her own slavia in her mouth and shot it out with full force on Tom's lips and nose.
A little surprised by the intensity and quantity of Durdana's mouth juices, it was now Tom's turn to stand motionless. Durdana darted out her tongue and rolled it over Tom's lips, nose and cheeks.
