“Aha!” he cried, thumping his knee, but missing and knocking the gear lever into neutral, “it is forbidden to use the, what is it, the shitter. A man forcing her so will humiliate her, and if it also gives her pleasure, that will humiliate her even more so.”
“I can’t see your wife being happy at her husband ass-fucking her mother,” I replied.
“Ah, ass-fucking. I like the word,” he laughed. “No, no, as you are my most trusted friend, you will do this for me. For us!”
Knowing that in his half-drunk state, argument would turn him angry, I decided to humour him. Mistakenly, as it turned out.
“All right, “I agreed, “name the day, and I’ll be right there.”
We arrived at Jalal’s house, he got out and carefully walked to his front door. At the door he turned.
“I will see you again, very soon.”
And with that he opened the door. I could hear the screeching as his mother-in-law met him at the door. Poor Jalal, I thought as the door slammed behind them. Two weeks later, I had a phone call from Jalal.
“Tonight is very special night,” Jalal confided. “You will come to our house tonight.”
Having completely forgotten our previous conversation, I took this as an invitation, not the instruction Jalal intended it, so was happy to agree. When I arrived, I was surprised to see the front windows were unlit, and mentioned this to him as he opened the door.
“Ah, my friend, my wife, my beautiful wife has gone with the children to a friend’s house to celebrate their new baby. She will not be back for some hours.”
We entered, and stood in the kitchen as Jalal made coffee.
“And now, my good friend, it is time. Come with me.”
I was curious as I followed him into the small room on the opposite side of the hall. This room, I knew, was where the mother-in-law lived as she did not wish to walk up the stairs. Before I could say anything, Jalal opened the door and ushered me inside. There I saw the weirdest, most unexpected sight. His mother-in-law was sitting cross-legged on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Fully dressed, except for her bare feet., her head was still covered. Except for her face.
Jalal went over to her, put his arms round her waist and lifted her into a standing, but bent over, posture. She reached out, and took hold of the bedrail Reaching down, he lifted the hem of her sari and lay it over her back, showing me she had nothing underneath He moved over to her right side, and spoke to her. There was something very erotic about the sight of this woman, otherwise fully clothed showing me her naked arse. My cock started twitching at the sight.
“She has been told to accept whatever you give her,” Jalal told me. “Or I will throw her out of the house.”
As he finished speaking, his mother-in-law turned her head and looked at me as I was standing to her left. I had expected horror, loathing, or pleading, but as I looked, it seemed to me that there was more of anticipation in her dark eyes. As she turned her head back, the look disappeared from her face, which took on a neutral aspect.
“Now, my friend, you promised me you would give her punishment. She is all ready for you. I was, for a small time, a hospital attendant. I gave many an enema. She is prepared and cleaned inside, all ready for you. I will leave you now. She will submit.”