Watching An Incest

June 19, 2008 – 3:11 pm

It began when my sister Inci and her son Naim came to
stay with my wife and me for a week. Although older than me at 49, Inci
was still an attractive woman who looked 10 years younger thanks in part to
her slim figure (despite having three children). She was married to a
successful businessman although they didn’t spend a lot of time together
unless it was at the office (she also worked part-time at his firm).
Although at the beginning of the marriage she was not happy with the hours
her husband worked, once his company became profitable, she got to enjoy
the dividends that it brought (money, car, designer clothes, etc…). She
also organised herself a good social life (separate from her husband);
though she never dallied (all my sisters were brought up to believe in
Turkish values as to regarding marriage).

They had three children - two girls (20) & (19) and one boy (18). The
two girls were tending college while the boy was in his last year of
school. Although Inci loved them all, it was her son Naim who was her
favourite.

As I said, Inci came and visited me for a week. She and the kids had
just returned from a holiday in Cyprus (visiting relatives) and she was
sporting a healthy tan. Naim had nothing better to do before going back to
school (all his friends were away or busy) so he tagged along.

Unfortunately, my wife had to work up north all that week and my son
(who was the same age as Naim) was away on a school field trip. Although I
was able to take most of the week off, there was one day I had to go into
London to attend an important business meeting. On that day, Inci gave me
a lift to the station and promised to pick me up when I called.

Although the day started out okay, by mid-morning I was starting to feel
a bit unwell. Before lunch I was forced to leave my meeting and catch an
early train home. I tried phoning my house but all I got was my answer
machine (presumably Inci and Naim were out) so I took a taxi. Once home, I
found the house empty and I collapsed on a settee in a small room just off
the living room and fell into a light sleep, a warm rug wrapped round me

I awoke a while later feeling almost my old self and saw Inci slumped in
a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just
had a shower) sipping a whisky. She looked upset and later it came out
that my brother-in-law had phoned saying that he had to work all the
following weekend and they wouldn’t be able to celebrate her birthday
(though he did promise to make it up to her). I was looking directly at
Inci but she hadn’t spotted me.

I was just about to call out to her when a voice shouted: “Mum are you
home?”

I kept quiet as Inci answered him. “In here, dear.” and in walked in
Naim.

Naim was a good-looking kid who was fast growing into adulthood. Just
slightly taller than his mother (she was just over 5 foot); he still had
some growing up to do. Judging from the muscle tone of his arms (he was
wearing a t-shirt), it looked like he had started working out. He
obviously saw that Inci was upset and when he enquired what was the matter,
she told him about the weekend.

Sympathetically, Naim pulled Inci to her feet and gave her a hug.
Smiling, he suggested that they went out since I was not due home for at
least a few hours. She agreed. They seemed to pause in their embrace and
then Inci pulled away, perhaps aware that she was only wearing a dressing
gown (and a thin one at that)?

“I had better get changed,” she said.

“Can’t we have a quick drink first?” asked her son.

Inci paused for a moment and then said, “Okay, what would you like?”

“A whisky?” I heard him asked.

Inci looked at him; “You know that you are too young to drink whisky,
young man” she scolded.

“Aw come on Mum, one won’t hurt - please?”

After a pause, she said “Alright, but don’t tell your father!”

Inci bent over the drinks cabinet and poured both of them a whisky.
With her back to him, she didn’t see Naim look at her covered rump.

“My God, was he actually eyeing up his mother?” I wondered, “Surely
not?”

Then I happened to glance at the front of his pants and saw what looked
like a bulge. I was speechless; he actually had an erection. I couldn’t
believe it! I knew that boys his age were constantly horny (I used to be
like that myself) but to be aroused by your own mother?

Naim was already sitting on the settee by the time Inci had finished and
came over to join him.

“Cheers” she said and both of them took a swig from their glasses. They
idly chatted for a few minutes and then Naim saw that Inci’s glass was
empty.

“Come on Mum, I’ll get you another one” he smiled.

“I shouldn’t really. I have already had two.” she replied.

“Oh come on” persuaded the boy.

She relented and Naim went over to the drinks cabinet. I noticed that
his glass wasn’t empty but he quickly remedied that by gulping down its
contents and then refilling both glasses with liberal amounts of whisky and
a very small amount of soda.

Naim returned to the settee and handed Inci her glass. She took a
mouthful and said “My God! How much whisky did you put in this?”.

“Sorry, Mum!” was all Naim said before bolting the entire contents of
his drink down his throat, causing him to splutter.

“Silly! You shouldn’t drink it like that!” Inci said.

They continued talking and the conversation came round to my
brother-in-law. At length, Naim started going on about how badly his
father treated her and that it wasn’t right. Inci only half-heartedly
tried to defend him.

Naim leaned forward and embraced his mother, kissing her on the cheek.

“I do love you, Mum”.

“I love you too dear” replied his mother, hugging him back.

Naim then pulled back a bit and then kissed her hard on the mouth.
Immediately, my cock soared into an instant erection.

“Naim! How many times have I told you not to kiss me like that!” Inci
scolded after she broke the kiss.

I couldn’t help but stare. I knew that Naim had always been
affectionate towards her, more so than his two sisters. I just didn’t know
how affectionate. When Naim clasped her to him and began babbling, she
still thought she could handle the situation.

As far as I could make out he was groaning, “I’m sorry! I do love you,
Mum” while palming her breast through her thin dressing gown.

I was stunned, but Inci seemed to take it in her stride. It didn’t look
like this was the first time she had to fight off her son’s amorous
advances. Regaining control, she pushed him gently away.

“Naim, I am worried about this unhealthy attitude you have about me.”
she said firmly.

“I’m sorry, Mum - I couldn’t help it” Naim replied.

Looking at him as she put down her glass, she said, “No it’s my fault. I
know that all you boys think of is sex. But you should be interested in
girls of your age, not your mother.”

“But you are so beautiful!” Naim protested.

“Naim, STOP IT!” said his mother sternly, “I am your mother! You have
to stop this, it’s not healthy.” She paused, looking at herself in her
dressing gown; “Now, I think I’d better get changed before you get any more
ideas.”

Naim didn’t say a word except just sit there.

My sister took one sip of her drink and then leant forward to put her
glass down, on to the coffee table. That was where she made her mistake,
as she leant forward, the top of her dressing gown came apart slightly.
The gap was too little and too far away for me to see but obviously Naim
could see right into it and I saw him stiffen. I still remembered her
gasping as he shot his hand inside her robe, scooping out one breast which
he literally covered with great, groaning kisses.

“No, no Naim, stop it! I am your mother!” I could hear the gasp in her
voice as she pushed him away.

To my astonishment I was now on Naim’s side, and willed him to carry on.
I felt my erection getting stiffer (so much so that I had to unzip my
flies) as watched and almost collapsed with frustration when Naim slipped
to his knees, blurting apologies amidst a stream of tears with Inci trying
to comfort him. But it was only momentary, and I watched anxiously as he
raised the bottom of Inci’s robe almost to her waist.

Groaning, Naim bent to kiss her legs, but sensed that his fingers would
have the most effect at this point, and his urgent probing at the very top
of her legs made Inci gasp. She made one tremendous effort to still the
hand that was caressing her flesh, but Naim wasn’t about to give in. I
could hear her shouting “Naim, stop it! I mean it!”

“But I want you so much, Mum!” groaned the boy and if to prove it, he
leant back and quickly undid his belt and flies, freeing his erect penis.

Inci’s eyes bulged as she took in the dimensions of her son’s huge
erection.

“Oh my God! It’s enormous! ” she exclaimed bring her hand to her
mouth.

I must admit, I always I thought I was nicely blessed but next to this
big brute (which looked more at home on a donkey than a young boy), mine
looked like a tiddler.

However, what shocked me more was seeing my sister, groaning, reaching
out and taking it her hands and finding it too thick for her fingers to
encompass it. For a while Inci manipulated the strong shaft, as if she
could make it expand even further. Then she swung her legs along the
settee, lifting her arse so that Naim could open her robe further.

Simultaneously, Naim and I gasped at the sight of her cunt. I have
never saw a cunt looking so vulgar and flushed, ruddy with lust as I did
hers that day. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of Inci’s love
juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still
arching her bottom off the settee towards Naim’s tool. He had slipped down
his trousers and poised his muscley thighs between Inci’s totally abandoned
legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother and son were lost to the
lewdest of sensual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in
time with the mating before my widening gaze.

Suddenly the phone rang which nearly gave all three of us a
heart-attack. Pulling her robe together, Inci quickly got up, pushing Naim
aside in her mad scramble to the phone.

“Oh hi!”, she said to the person on the other end of the line, “No, I am
alright….. No he hasn’t phoned but I am due to pick him up from the
station”. It was my wife. “I get him to give you a call when he comes
in.”

Inci hang up the phone. She turned back to Naim who was by now sitting
on the settee, his large organ still jutting out in front of him.

“I must get dressed”, she said coldly and went upstairs. The moment was
gone. I groaned in frustration, cursing my wife for phoning.

The boy just sat there on the settee. Then slowly, he started to stroke
his cock. Within moments, his hands were a blur and suddenly, while
groaning for his mother, he shot his thick white spunk into the air. I was
astounded, I never saw so much cum as the boy shot wad after wad. Finally
he collapsed on the settee, panting.

My heart was beating like a hammer, thinking what could have happened. I
realised that I had desperately wanted to see them fuck.

A few minutes later, Inci returned dressed in a knee length skirt and
blouse. Naim had by this time had cleaned himself up and put on his jeans.

“Naim, what happened was wrong,” she started as she sat next to him,
“wrong and unnatural. You do realise that you could have got me pregnant
and God knows what would happen if your father ever found out”

“Pregnant?”, Naim looked up, looking horrified. “B-but I thought you
were on the pill.”

“No, ” Inci replied, “your father and I don’t, ahem….. Anyway! You
must promise that you will never try to do this again.”

“I am so sorry, Mum. I don’t know what came over me. You must think I
am really sick!” he whined.

“No! No, I don’t think you are sick, honey. A lot of boys have
fantasies about their mothers, but that is all they are - fantasies. It
doesn’t come true. They grow out of it and find girls of their own age.”

“But I’m not interested in girls, Mum. I just want you.”, he said, his
voice shaking. “I am so fed up being a virgin and I love you so much”.

I couldn’t believe it and nor could Inci by the look on her face.

“Oh God! Don’t say things like that! You sound like that you are
actually in love with me, your own mother.”

“I am.” The boy said quietly.

“Oh my poor baby,” Inci said with tears in her eyes, taking him into her
arms. “What am I going to do with you?”

Within seconds, they were both crying.

Inci slowly stopped sobbing and then cleared her eyes and looked
directly into his.

“But it wasn’t right.” Inci said finally, “Now I want you to promise me
that you will never try to touch me that way again.”

“I promise.” the boy said, wiping his eyes.

Looking at the clock, Inci got up. “I’d better get going, your uncle is
due to phone any time for me to pick him up from the station. You had
better put some clothes on.”, pointing to Naim’s naked chest.

Both mother and son left the room.

I was left shaking, hardly believing what has just happened. But I
didn’t want this end like this. I wanted to see how far this scenario
could play out. Would Naim try again and would Inci succumb? I had to
find out.

By this time, my erection had shrunk enough for me to easily zip myself
up. I then slowly crawled off the settee and went through the kitchen to
get into the back garden. Fishing out my cell phone, I called the house.
Naim answered.

“Hi, Naim, it’s your uncle. Is your mother around” I asked.

The boy sounded distant. “I’ll just get her for you”.

A few seconds later, I heard Inci’s voice.

“Besim?”

“Hi, Inci. Bad news! I won’t be able to come home tonight, the meeting
is taking longer than I thought. But I should be back sometime tomorrow.”
I said.

“Um, okay, “she replied, “problems at work?”

“Oh no! Nothing I can’t sort out. Look, I am feeling tired, I’ll phone
you tomorrow.” Inci told me that I had to phone my wife before hanging up.

I quickly crept back into the house (thank God I keep the door’s hinges
well oiled) and was soon back in my hiding place in time to see the both of
them come back into the living room.

“What’s happened?” asked Naim.

“Oh, he’s been held up and won’t be back until tomorrow.” Inci replied.

“Oh” was all Naim said.

Inci looked at her son for a few seconds and then said “Look, nothing
really serious happened. I am sure that we can put all this behind us.”

“I suppose. ” Naim’s reply was so quiet that I could hardly hear him.

“Look, ” Inci said cheerfully, “come here and give your old mother a
hug.”

“You are not old.” Naim said but nevertheless he walked into her arms.

“I do love you, you know that?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said, “and I love you too.”

Inci gently kissed Naim on the cheek.

“There, that’s not so ba…..mmpphhh!” Inci started to say as Naim’s
mouth found hers, his body pushing hers again the wall.

His hands were all over her, rubbing her breasts. He then started to
nibble her neck.

“Naim! STOP IT! You promised me that you wouldn’t do this. I am your
mother, this is incest!”, she gasped, fighting against him.

Naim made no reply as they struggled, my sister desperately trying to
get out of her son’s clutches. The struggling got more fierce. So much
so, I started to worry that he try to rape her. I had originally found
this all arousing because my sister had succumbed despite her protests.
This was different. Inci was really struggling now and the way my nephew
was acting, I didn’t know what he would do.

I started to get up when Naim pulled his hand off Inci’s breast and
stuck it up her skirt. A moment later, Inci froze and just gave a
deep-throated “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh”.

I just watched open-mouthed at the change that come over her. One
minute was she had been struggling in protest, now she was grabbing Naim’s
face and locking her lips with his in the deepest French kiss I ever
witness.

Groaning and with their hands all over each other, their mouths still
clued together, they slid to the floor. Removing his mouth from hers, I
saw Naim start a new struggle now, this time with Inci’s knickers. Pulling
her knickers down and off her legs, he then struggled with his jeans, only
having time to pull both his jeans and pants down to his knees in his
desperation to sheath himself inside his mother.

Naim got between Inci’s legs and slowly slid into her, both of them
groaning with the effort.

Once comfortably seated, Naim bent his head down to his mother’s as his
mouth joined hers. He then slowly moved his mouth down to her neck as one
of his hands started pawing her breasts through her blouse, his arse slowly
moving up and down between her legs. All during this, Inci just lay there
sobbing slightly but not resisting in any way.

Slowly, not to disturb them, I pulled my rug back, allowing me to unzip
my trousers and take my fresh erection in hand.

Naim’s mouth had by this time rejoined Inci’s and their kissing was
getting really passionate as his arse moved faster.

Gasping, Naim raised himself onto his arms as he started to throw his
hips forward in rapid strokes, causing his mother to gasp and moan. In
turn, she raised her legs and hooked them behind the small of his back and
she sought to pull him even deeper into her cunt. Gone were any protests.
Both of them were now intent on reaching their orgasms.

I started to wank myself harder as Naim’s thrusts got deeper and harder.
All I could hear was them moaning and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies
hitting each other.

The noise got louder and louder as they picked up speed. Now I started
to hear a wet slurping noise of a large hard cock being repeatedly thrusted
into a very wet cunt.

I was impressed by Naim’s stamina, they had been screwing for the last
20 minutes but I could see from his wild thrusts that he was almost there.
Gasping he pulled his face from hers.

“I’m…(unnngh)..almost there, Mum….(unnngh)…I gotta pull out..”.

At the back of my mind, I remembered that Inci said that she was
unprotected. To his credit, the boy had obviously remembered.

“No! (uuugggghh),,,,not now!
I’m…(uuunnggh)…about…(unnnnghhh)…to..to..
ooooooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!” Inci shouted as I saw her bury her head
into her son’s shoulder, clutching him wildly as she started by the looks
of it her biggest cum yet.

“Mum!…(gasp)…No, Mum!…(arrrh)…I gotta pull out….
ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!”. It was too late, his mother was holding on to him too
tightly for him to withdraw. Instead, I saw him bury himself as deeply as
possible into her. Grabbing her hard, I could see his bum flex as he shot
wad after wad of rich potent teenage cum into his mother’s belly.

I heard his mother cry out “No, Naim.
Noooooooooooo…….oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!” as she shook in orgasm.

My cock trembled as I remembered what she had said earlier and that now
Naim was ejaculating directly into his mother unprotected and fertile womb.
Judging from the amount of spunk he had shot off earlier and knowing how
fertile young men can be, I was certain that he could get her pregnant
easily despite her age. In my mind’s eye, I could imagine his sperm
swimming deep inside her belly searching out an egg to attach to. The
thought of her going round with a fat tummy full with her son’s baby was
too much. With a suppressed moan, I came in my hand.

I watched as they trembled, locked together. Naim repeatedly shooting
more of his spunk into Inci’s heaving stomach. Finally, after what seemed
an age, the boy relaxed on his mother and they both lay there recovering.

I had expected that they had finished, but to my surprise (and I fancy
to my sister’s), Naim started moving inside his mother again.

“Oh no Naim, not again!” moaned his mother but she didn’t stop him as
she lay there gasping while he slowly seesawed into her. After a few
thrusts, he stopped and I saw him pull out. He just knelt there with his
huge boner sticking up, glistening with their juices.

“Naim, wha? Inci gasped.

“Mum, please undress. I want to see you naked” the boy groaned.

Inci just lay on the floor for a moment. Then, still panting, she got
up and started stripping. Within minutes, she was standing in front of her
son, totally naked. Both our eyes bulged as we took in her body (though he
had the better view). From the side view, I could see her legs (perhaps a
little too skinny) going up to a small peachy arse, up to a slightly hairy
back (she’s Turkish remember). Her left boob drooped a little against her
ribcage. For any age, she looked good but for a woman of 49, she looked
great. I felt a tinge in my cock but it was too tired to raise again.
Besides, however arousing I found it, I had no desire to fuck my own
sister. However, my poor wife will have a hard time tomorrow night when she
gets home.

Naim had no such qualms as he stood up and completely stripped. For
seconds (though it seemed longer), the two of them just stood there eyeing
each other up. Then Naim said: “Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck
you from behind.”

“Oh Naim!” was all Inci said as she quickly complied.

Rubbing his, I imagine aching, hard-on (looking at the size of it), Naim
got down on his knees and shuffled up behind her. From my angle, I could
not see the actual penetration, but from the looks on their faces and the
moans that came out of the mouths, he was slowly but surely feeding himself
back into her. By the time his stomach flattened against her arse, I could
see a smile of satisfaction on Naim’s face while Inci looked like she was
in agony with her teary eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she
continually moaned. I then realised that from this position, Naim must
have been in her deeper than ever.

This time, he started fucking her in earnest. Grabbing hold of Inci’s
thighs, Naim started move his hips back and forth. Slowly at first but
soon he was speeding up. From my vantage point, I could see his stomach
smashing into his mother’s backside, making the cheeks of her arse quiver.

The slapping sound got harder and harder as he pounded into her. At
first Inci was moving her backside to meet his thrusts but I saw that she
soon gave that up as he started fucking her even more forcefully. In the
end, all she could do was grip the carpet hard, her mouth open as she
emitted loud “ugggh”s.

As she started to approach orgasm, she started getting quite verbal.

“Oh yes (uggh) my baby.”

followed by

“Oh (unnngh) it feels so good. I love it up me. You are so big! Fuck
me, honey. Fuck it up to your balls. I love your big hard cock!”

followed by loud cries as she very obviously came to orgasm.

By this time, they had been fucking for at least another twenty minutes
(where does he get the energy from? I couldn’t do that even at his age).
Naim had by now moved his hands up to his mother’s naked breasts, gripping
them firmly as he brutally shoved his large erection so far up her, I was
surprised that it didn’t come out of her mouth.

On and on they fucked. As before, the room was filled with sounds of
bodies (this time naked) slapping together HARD, slurping sounds as a large
stiff cock repeatedly reamed a soft wet cunt and the groans of two people
in ecstasy.

I lost track of time but finally I sensed that that end was near. Both
of their faces, especially Naim’s were showing signs of strain as his
thrusts became more and more rapid.

“(ummmph) I am going to cum, Mum. (uggggh) Do you want (uunnnghhh) me
to pull out?” he groaned.

“(gasp) Oh no, Naim. Fill me, honey, fill me with that thick white
spunk! Make me pregnant, put a baby inside me!” Inci moaned.

I couldn’t believe what my sister had just said. Nor could Naim as he
slammed into her one last time and gripped hard as he so obviously (by his
face) started shooting off inside her.

“HERE IT COMES, MUM! Here comes your baby!! ARRRGHHH!”

It must have been a strong ejaculation since I saw Inci’s eyes bulged
and her mouth emitted a long “Ooooooooooooohhhhhh!” as he came inside her.
I see his arse as he spurted more of his hot potent seed into his mother’s
receptive belly, adding to the sperm he had already deposited earlier.
Inci then closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out as she came again,
making her son cry out as I imagine her cunt collapsed around his spasming
cock.

For long seconds, I watch the two of them just kneeling there, their
bodies locked together as they came. But finally they pulled apart, the
boy’s cock sliding out of his mother’s cunt with a wet slap. Even limp,
his cock was formidable.

They lay on the floor, arms around each other.

“I’m sorry, Mum” began Naim, obviously feeling remorse again.

“Shush! ” hushed Inci, kissing him lightly on the lips. “I should be
angry with you but I’m not. No one has ever made love to me like that
before. I didn’t know sex could be that good. I just got carried away.”

“Really?” smiled her son.

“Really!” confirmed Inci.

“Better than with Dad?” pushed her son.

“Yes, much better than with your father. Even when we were young. We
never make love now. He spends all his energy on the business.”

“Then Dad’s a fool. You are the sexiest lady in the world and if you
were my wife, I would be fucking you…”

“Naim!” Inci gasped.

“fucking you every morning, noon and night! And you would have to be on
the pill or you would forever be pregnant.” Naim continued, slowly bending
forward to kiss her and then moving his mouth onto her neck.

“Naim, ” Inci giggled, “is that all you think about?”

Then I saw her look down between his legs and gasped.

“I see that you do ..ummph.” She was cut off as Naim kissed her again,
this time more ardently.

Within seconds, they were kissing passionately; I could see their
tongues rolling within their open mouths.

Not again, I thought. How could the boy keep going? I was knackered
and I was just watching.

Inci then moved away from Naim.

“Mum?” quizzed the boy.

“Honey, I got to go to the Chemists. Despite what I said a few minutes
ago, I can’t risk getting pregnant.” Inci said getting up and making for
her clothes.

But I could see that my nephew was interested in other things (the boy
was insatiable) as he got up and with a fresh hard-on sticking up in front
of him and started towards his naked mother, herding her towards the
stairs. Somehow, I don’t think my lusty nephew was going to let his mother
out of the house, let alone near a Chemists for a long time yet.

“Oh Mum! Just one more time, please? I’ll be quick!”

“Oh Naim, you can’t want it again. Not so soon!” exclaimed Inci, her
eyes were glued on the boy’s erection as she was slowly pushed up the
stairs.

“I can’t help it!” replied the boy, “you are so beautiful!” as I saw him
lecherously look at his mother.

Despite his mother’s protests (which looked pretty half-hearted), Naim
guided her up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where Inci slept,
closing the door behind them.

Oh to be young again. I was worn out. So much so that I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I looked at my watch and found it was around 4 in
the morning. I quickly nipped out in the garden for a pee (I couldn’t use
the toilet). Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the
settee.

The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly
got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could
definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs.
There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom.

As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to
an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping that the boy was
giving his mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried
on kissing, whispering, screwing and sucking. When I left them to it,
desperate to get my own end away for the third time that day (haven’t done
that for a long time), they were in the middle of another good strenuous
fuck. At times I heard Inci giggle loudly, and once give an ‘ouch’ and
reprimanded Naim for biting her nipples too hard.

After my third cum, I decided it was better to get a room in the hotel
down the road for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I arrived at my house around noon. Inci was there
waiting for me (I had called her in advance). She did look tired, her hair
was dishevelled as if she had just got up. I told her that my meeting had
finished early but I had to go back to the office for the rest of the day
and had only come back to wash and change.

“We are not seeing much of you this visit.” said Inci.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “you know what work is like. Besides you got Naim
for company.”

I saw Inci blush and behind me I got the distinct impression that Naim
was smiling.

After I has washed and changed, I left them at the front door, got into
my car and headed off to the country for the day (well it was my day off).

I wondered how long before they would get started again? Not too long,
judging by the look on Naim’s face.

I started to wonder about my own son. Did he lust after his mother like
Naim did with Inci? With sons like that, why would wives need husbands?

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