Holy Cock

Introduction: This is a three part story that I first posted on another site, I thought I would share my work on here too. This story is purely fictional, therefore it shouldn’t be taken too seriously, its a tongue and cheek story so do enjoy it. It contains incest so if its not your thing then do not read. Also please forgive me if there are any typos or grammatical errors.


“I hate her, I absolutely fucking hate her. The woman just gets on my nerves,” The woman Javed was talking about was his mother Farhana.

They just had one of there big arguments, and as usual it ended it with Javed leaving his house in anger. Javed wasn’t the type of guy who would get angry often, in fact amongst his friends he was known for his calm and collected demeanour. But when it came to his mother that calm and collected demeanour usually went out the window.

The woman was hard to please, Javed was young and very intelligent young man, he always got good, hell even great grades at school, then collage. These grades had even helped him get in to one of the top universities in the country but his mother still disapproved of him, whilst any mother would proud of her child achieving so much, Farhana was a different story all together.

Whilst she certainly was impressed with his academic excellence, what bothered her the most was her son’s stance on religion. Farhana had been brought up in a strict Muslim family from birth, the importance of religion was embedded in her from the beginning. It was an essential part of her life, therefore seeing her son flaunt prayers, openly mock Islam made her angry.

She also disapproved of the whore his son called “girlfriend”. Caught up in this crossfire of in this war was Javed’s father and Farhan’s husband Ali. Whilst Ali would try his best to diffuse the “war” between his and wife as best as he could, he also enjoyed it to certain extent it had become a daily routine.

All his wife and son saw was there hate for each other, but Ali could also see the love. Javed had gotten in to cycle accident about a year ago, the first person rush to his side was his mother. Whilst they might say they hate each other, it was clear to Ali that deep down these two did love each other dearly.

The Day

“Javed why didn’t you do you prayers yesterday,”Farhana shouted as Javed entered the kitchen.

“why didn’t I? Hmmm well the reasons pretty simple really, I just wasn’t bloody bothered to do it” retorted Javed.

That retort was enough to send Farhana over the edge, she was ready to erupt like a volcano “Astagfirullah(Forgive me lord), you dirty kuffar(non believer), you ungrateful piece of shit. How dare you mock Islam, you don’t have enough time to pray but you have enough time to fuck that kuffar whore, you think I don’t know what you are fucking up to you cunt.”

Javed just couldn’t handle it any more he just burst in to fit of laughter, Farhana looking confused and still very angry asked, “Why the hell are you laughing.”

Javed tried to stop the laughter but he just couldn’t “Well my dear mother, you like your religion are just full of contradictions. I am pretty sure in the Quran it say’s some where that you should avoid using foul language. But here you are cursing a like sailor.”

Farhana couldn’t handle it any more. “Get the hell out of the house, NOW!.”

“Yes your highness,” bowed Javed as he left the house with a big smile on his face.

He needed to get to college any way. Soon as he got to his college he realised instantly that he had forgotten his books back at home. Which meant he had to go back to the battlefield, although he had won the morning battle he wasn’t too sure if he could win another won, but he needed his damn books.

So Javed made his way back home dreading the fact that he would have to deal with his mother again. Javed was hoping that he could sneak in to the house quietly and get his stuff, so he opened the door quietly trying not to make any sound he crept inside whilst closing the door behind him.