Watching

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 (15). The two girls were tending college while the boy was still in 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.