(Author's note; this is a story for Wasti Sahib. It is a slow and I think romantic story of sorts. Anyway those searching for 'hot' stuff and lots of sex should perhaps read something else. I hope those of you who still read it, like it)
The rains, when they came had been hard and heavy. The city's drainage system already suffering from years of neglect and criminal abuse at the hands of the construction Mafia, simply collapsed and allowed the city to sink into a huge puddle of muddy, stinking water and the city's inhabitants became for a short period, 'boat people'.
Ateeq Shams watched the scene before him with a mixture of anger and resignation. This it seemed was the fate of his ancient city, like others before it across South Asia, to sink under the weight of bad governance. The mighty Indus River; whose course changes in the space of a season; had doomed whole civilizations in the past was not to blame this time.
"No work today" he announced to his mother walking back into his third floor apartment close to heart of the city.
"Oh dear" Mrs. Ruhi Shams said in reply. "I guess the bazzars are still all flooded too".
The Shams family lived modestly, but well enough to be thought of as middle class. Mr. Shams was posted far away in a boarder town as a bank manager; Respectable job with a respectable income, although he would be away for weeks at a time, and visit for no more then a couple of days. It was however a step up if he could make the branch a success. So far he was doing very well.
Ruhi aged 44, according to her papers was probably 46, but looked ten years younger. Of her three children, only Ateeq was at home. The other two, a son and a daughter were married and living in Lahore and Karachi respectively. They seldom came home and seldom telephoned. Not that Ruhi was too concerned. The two had always been fonder of their father then her.
Ateeq though was a different matter. He adored his mother with a passion that she sometimes felt was unhealthy for a young 21 year old man.
He had never been away from her for more then 24 hours in his whole life. There was no task he would not do for her, no request he would not try and fulfill. Even as a mall child, he had taken many reprimands and beatings from his father with remarkable courage and 'zhid' (attitude like stubbornness) but a single harsh word from her would reduce him to tears, in the blink of an eye.
"That boy is yours my dear, heart and soul" Her husband would say.
A bright boy, he had shown great ability in school and college and was currently studying his MBA while working for a local Wadera's (Land holding feudal Lord) sugar mill, in the office close to his home. A family friend and a valued client of her husband's employers, the Wadera had offered Ateeq the job as work experience while he studied.
"Ateeq, you will have to have Dall and rice again for lunch." Ruhi said sadly. She knew he hated the stuff but with no markets open they had little choice.
"Ok Mama" Ateeq said with a smile "Dall and rice is fine".
"When will the rain stop?" Ruhi muttered under her breath totally fed up with being trapped in the modest apartment. They needed to restock the pantry and get back to the normal routine of life.
Ateeq watched the rain start to fall again from the window of his bedroom. While a holiday was always welcome, a holiday when you could do nothing was not.
He sat in his white Y-fronts (underpants) at his desk studying as best he could. The humidity was stifling and he was painfully aware that the weather meant washing and drying cloths was next to impossible. Since he was alone with his mother and the chance of anyone turning up was remote, the dress code was relaxed.
Ruhi had not objected to Ateeq wondering around in only his underpants. Her initial shock on seeing him dressed in so little soon changed to simple acceptance. She envied his ability to 'dress down'. Her own modesty and social pressure stopped her from wondering around in her underwear. She could however wear thin muslin Kurtas (shirts) without the necessary cotton slip beneath and a small bra. It meant that the small white bra was visible but with only her son at home, who cared? She also stopped wearing panties. Every layer of clothing that could be shed decently was, in the faint hope of being cooler and more comfortable.
Lunch over with and the dishes washed and stacked away, Ruhi walked into Ateeq's room to find him lying down asleep on the bed. She put a hand to her mouth in shock at the sight of Ateeq's erect cock poking its head through the 'Y' slit at the front of his underpants. She had previously noticed that he had a 'large package' but the full majesty of it when erect, simply stunned her.
Despite herself she crept closer to the bed and stared at the 8 inch (she guessed) fat shaft throbbing as Ateeq slept. The head was a perfect swollen mushroom head, with a deep red healthy look. It was beautiful and perfectly formed if above average in size.
Although, the remainder of his private area was covered by his underpants, she was certain that, like all good boys, he removed his pubic hair from his balls, pelvis and between his legs. She had educated her daughter about such things at the appropriate age and she knew for a fact that her husband had done the same with their sons. Pubic hair was, well disgusting. In hot humid climates it caused unwelcome smells and offered a breading ground for parasites.
It had already been over a month since Mr. Shams had last visited. Unfortunately, on his last visit, Mr. Shams had not been well and had not performed his 'marriage duties' as he usually did. By Ateeq's standard, Mr. Shams was a 'boy' in cock terms. But having experienced no other man since her marriage, she was content with her husband's efforts in bed and his ability to satisfy her natural urges.
The sight of Ateeq though confused and aroused her. She was tempted to touch it, but stopped herself from reaching out. Instead she turned around quickly, shut her eyes hard and willed the wet tingling feeling in her choot to stop.
Back in the quiet of her own room, she locked the door and reaching down under the front of her shalwars, began to rub her pussy with long practiced stroked of her fingers teasing herself to an orgasm. Unlike the previous occasions, this time, the heat and hunger did not die as the orgasm washed over her.
Disgusted with herself, she stripped and washed before putting a long cotton night suit on and settling down for a nap.
Sleep did not come easily despite her starting her day at the crack of dawn. When she finally did doze off, her mind filled with images of Ateeq; his impressive tool and dreams of sex with her husband or was it Ateeq?
She woke up to Ateeq tapping on the door and calling out "Tea is ready" as usual.
He was sitting at the dinning table sipping a mug of hot sweet black tea as she emerged dressed in an ordinary cotton shalwars kamiz ten minutes later. There was no sign of his erection and he seemed unaware that she had seen him in his sleep.
"No milk Mama" He said explaining the black tea. "Even the powdered milk is finished".
"I know", Ruhi said sitting down across the table, "If the rain doesn't stop soon, we will be forced to wade to a relief camp and collect supplies".
Ateeq nodded, mentally mapping out the easiest and safest way to the nearest camp. He would have to wade through the water and risk snake bites and open man-hole covers but, there was simply no alternative.
"Next time an Army boat or truck comes by, I will hitch a lift" He said aware that the tea, Dall and rice had been provided by an army boat three days earlier. At least the army was on the helping, although the civilian administration would take the credit for the small mercies the army performed.
That night, the power supply already unreliable, gave up and plunged the whole area into total darkness. The heavy monsoon clouds hovering over the city, blocked out the moonlight and everything seemed terrifyingly unfamiliar.
They sat up for a long while until well past their normal bed time. The humidity was getting worse and the buzz of mosquitoes was annoyingly loud in the eerie silence.
They had not eaten dinner; neither was in the mood for food, it was simply too much trouble to actually heat food and then eat it.
After a long while, they sat in silence with the sound of only mosquitoes and the feel of sweat rolling down their bodies. There was not even the faintest of breezes to cool them.
Ruhi used a hand held bamboo matt fan in a feeble attempt to cool herself but gave up after several minutes. As she put the fan down, Ateeq picked it up and began to fan her telling her that it would soon be alright.
Ruhi felt her body sweat but not just from heat. The manly scent of Ateeq was teasing her nostrils. His deodorant usually discreet seemed to be filling the room with an attractive, provocative odor.
What was happening to her? The half naked man seat beside her, sweating and fanning her was her own son and yet her body was aroused by him. She closed her eyes and muttered a prayer to be saved from temptation. Her choot was sticky with her juices and sweat and her nipples were painfully hard.
Ateeq watched his mother although he could see almost nothing. Her breathing seemed strange and he was worried. Was the heat and humidity affecting her too much? Ateeq was also aware that the smell of her body, scented with rose water was causing his prick to harden. It was not the first time his mother had caused this reaction in him. It was however the first time that he was sitting half naked next to her breathing in the erotic scent. What else could he call it except erotic?
How many times had he woken from a wet dream which had featured his mother and him? Countless times and equally countless were the times he had masturbated slowly in the privacy of his bathroom to her image in his mind.
It was unnatural, unhealthy and unwise to think such terrible thoughts, yet he thought them. He adjusted his cock in his briefs slowly; unsure of how much his mother could see. His cock throbbed and demanded attention. He longed to grasp it and pull on it until he shot his spunk up over his cock head and fist but he couldn't do that there not with his mother beside him. He tried to focus his mind on other things. Reciting his times table silently in his mind to distract himself; It was no good, his thoughts returned to his mother and his secret love for her.
"I am going to try and sleep Ateeq" Ruhi said getting carefully to her feet. She tried to remember where any obstacles were on the way to her bedroom. Walking slowly hands held out like a blind person she advised Ateeq to try and sleep.
Ateeq took her advice with one minor change. He stripped his sweaty underpants off and in the privacy of his bedroom room he masturbated. Using both hands to cup his balls and tug on his erect cock as he lay naked on his bed.
He shut his eyes and pictured his mother in the Kurta with her bra clearly visible and the smell of rose water and something else, something that made him feel strange, but what?
His tugging became more demanding and soon he felt his balls contract and a long hot shot of stringy white cum erupted from his shaft and splashed down on his panting chest. Three violent shots followed and then a series of minor eruptions that coated his cock head and hands with sticky cum.
After washing, he lay down naked on the bed and tried to sleep. Eventually, sleep came and before he knew it, daylight had come.
Time passed and the rains and flooding were soon another memory and forgotten in the grind of life.
Ateeq was busy studying and working and actually had a small flirtation going with a class mate. It soon fizzled out, as she got engaged shortly after giving her exams, and dropped out of the picture. It hadn't been that special to either of them. Just something to do to pass time, and yes, to appear 'normal' to those around him; How could he confess that his heart belonged to his mother? They would lock him away in a mental asylum and throw away the key.
A bit of hand holding, exchanging gifts but nothing more physical then a kiss on the cheeks in a quiet corner of the library.
Ruhi knew little about it apart from the long telephone conversations Ateeq had at night with some 'friend' from school. She hoped it was something that would become serious but worried that it might lead to complications. Such contradictions made her at times happy and nervous. The name of the friend was unknown and apart from her family obviously being progressive enough to allow her to pursue higher studies, there was nothing else she knew.
Mr. Shams came on his regular visits once the rail and road links had been cleared for use. He made love to his wife and she was satisfied but found the memory of Ateeq's manhood lurking at the back of her mind whenever she let her mind wander.
Ateeq passed his exams and soon was promoted in the Sugar Mills Office. He had a lot to learn and was expected to learn it fast. Friendship aside, the Wadera Sain, had made it clear business was business and mistake were not things he would accept in silence.
The new job meant he was soon moving from town to town and even to the huge and rather intimidating corporate jungle of Karachi. He survived a few ambushes and traps set by the 'big city boys' from Lahore and Karachi, who tended to see people like Ateeq as lesser mortals.
Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, his mind would always turn to thoughts of home. His cell phone speed dial programmed to contact his mother at a touch of a button.
"So, who is the girl that has you tied to the phone every five minutes?" A co-worker asked during one business trip to Sukkur.
"My mother" Ateeq answered matter-of-factly, ending one such call to his mother.
"Ok Yaar, I was just being polite not trying to steal your squeeze yaar" The co-worker had replied not believing him, but respecting his right to privacy.
They were all serious young men and all eager to get high up very fast. Therefore, the idea of parties and women never really became more then casual chatter over lunch. No one actually had the time to waste on such distractions. Female MBA graduates tended to aim for the larger domestic and multi-national companies in Karachi, Lahore and Islamabad, so there was no woman at the lunch table to curb their chat or flirt with.
About six months after his graduation, Ateeq's father suffered a minor stroke. Although he recovered, the bank moved him to a branch closer to his home and 'promoted him into a dead end job' to work the remaining years of his career off. Mr. Shams hated, it but accepted that he was never going to reach the dizzy heights of corporate banking he had worked so hard to achieve. The new job had many perks but none could compensate for taking his dream away.
Ruhi watched her husband slowly lose interest in life. Just pulling along each day letting the clock tick down to his retirement and the nothingness that would follow.... She tried to coax him to take interest in things. His life didn't have to end. At 48, Mr. Shams had already given up. The stroke was not the cause, everyone knew that, but the bank would not risk promoting a sick man to a senior post.
Mr. Shams lack of interest soon, very naturally lead to a lack of interest in sex and Ruhi. Although she had grown to love her husband since their arranged marriage, it was hard to accept being a married-widow. She was still young enough to feel certain natural 'needs'; Needs that Mr. Shams now was unwilling to satisfy.
Worse slowly followed, the lack of interest in her soon became a dislike and eventually a hate that ate at him and turned a mild mannered, softly spoken gentleman, into a bitter and twisted person with a quick temper and a swifter hand.
Ruhi suffered the unexplained outbursts in silence. Taking the slaps of his hand and cuttingly abusive remarks with all the calm understanding she could muster, but every person has a limit and soon she felt that she hated him, as much as he seemed to hate her. The slaps he gave her soon drew her to retaliate. She was not a small, weak woman and he was no towering muscleman either. The two could hurt each other and did.
While husband and wife slid into a violent nightmare, Ateeq watched with growing alarm and hopelessness.
He had come home from an extended business trip to several cities, to find the atmosphere in the apartment strangely tense. Although his parents were acting as they usually did, he picked it up, that something had changed dramatically between them.
The hostility was barely hidden and his usually gentle father and loving mother seemed poised to hit out at any moment.
A few days after he had returned, he had been woken by the sound of his father yelling abuse at his mother. As he jumped out of bed, he was horrified to hear the sound of a violent struggle as he reached the door of his parent's bedroom; his mother flung the door open and screamed a stream of pure unedited 'gutter' words at his father, as she threw her shoes at him and left the room.
He had never imagined that his parents had even known such disgusting expressions.
Ateeq and his father stared at each other. Both panting but, his father furious while he was simply in shock...
"GET OUT" His father screamed at him "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
Ateeq backed away in fear, the look on his father's face was simply murderous.
He heard his mother banging things in the kitchen venting her anger on the helpless pots and pans.
He walked to the kitchen thinking to comfort his mother, but if he expected to see her in tears he was mistaken. She looked at him with anger filled eyes but then ran to him and embraced him sobbing bitterly on his shoulder.
"I hate him! I hate Him! ALLAH forgive me, but I hate him!" She sobbed holding Ateeq tightly as he held her and wondered what he was going to do.
The next day at breakfast no one said anything. His father ate his breakfast in silence. Not acknowledging Ruhi as she slammed the breakfast things down on the table in front of him.
Ateeq stayed home wondering what was happening and unsure what to do next.
His parents had fought before he knew. People argue and have shouting matches but this was something he had never seen growing up. This was frightening to him.
He decided to contact his brother and sister who simply said "stay out of it".
Easy enough for them to say, miles away when you didn't have to hear the arguments and things smashing as you lay helpless in bed.
The neighbors gave him sad, sympathetic looks when he passed them, but of course what could they say or do? Family matters were not to be interfered with. That was an absolute taboo.
Ateeq soon found that he was slipping behind in work. Well, actually, his superior did and called him in to have a 'chat'.
"Whoever it is, whatever it is; sort it out or leave" His manager told him bluntly.
That day was a low point. His parents were arguing almost daily now. His being home made no difference. Things would be smashed, cleaned up and the next time something else would be hurled and smashed.
Finally, Ateeq's father had another stroke. This time it was serious and left him unable to speak or walk unaided.
Ateeq's brother and sister came to visit but offered no practical aid or advice. It was left to Ruhi and Ateeq to take care of Mr. Shams and so they did.
The Wadera Sain visited his old college friend Mr. Shams and told Ateeq that he would always have a helping hand from him. What he didn't say was that Ateeq should continue at his present post.
"Son, your career is now here with your father. Do your duty as a good son and look after your mother. Accept your fate and you will be happier in your life" Was the Wadera's advice. From a traditional and societal view, it was absolutely correct. He could not refuse or question it. Asian Values are hard at times.