Sunday and Decadent, we were wasting time wandering around from time to time. One evening we talked on the phone with my sister in Bursa. My sister was inviting us to the Scholarship. So when I tell my husband, of course, go with Serkan. He said you’d get some air. When my son came into the room, I also asked him. Let’s go if you want, mom, he said. Okay, so I said let’s go on Friday, stay for a week, and we’ll be back the next weekend. Two days later we set off in the morning. We were at my sisters’ in the afternoon, so we were on scholarship. When we were talking about eating and drinking, it was at night.

Just as everyone was getting ready for bed, all the plans were turned upside down by a phone call that rang. The phone was coming from Izmir. My sister-in-law’s mother-in-law had been taken to intensive care by becoming ill. My sister and brother-in-law had to go to Izmir in a hurry. Even though my sister told us to stay here, I didn’t agree. No, I said, let’s go back to Istabula, then. We set off by getting ready. Leaving us at the bus terminal, they set off for Izmir. We got on the bus to go to Istanbul at around 2 o’clock at night. In the rush, I forgot to call my husband and tell him we were coming. When my son asked if we should call dad at the terminal, never mind, it’s late now he’s asleep, dad, and I said we’ll have a surprise tomorrow morning. We arrived in Istanbul around 8-9 in the morning. We jumped in a taxi and went straight to our house. When we opened the door and entered, I smelled a mixture of alcohol and perfume.
I went into the hall without saying what the hell was going on, there were cookie plates, drink bottles standing around, sofa cushions were scattered to one side each.My son and I looked at each other confused. To understand what had occurred to me, I went straight up the wooden staircase to the bedroom. My son Serkanda was coming after me. The bedroom door was open, and when I looked in, the womanizer who would become my husband was sleeping with a 25-year-old brunette prostitute he had taken into his bosom. I went out, told my son, who was waiting at the door and watching the view, to put them up, and I went back downstairs to the living room.

My son Serkan had woken up his father and his prostitute. My husband apartopar came downstairs to the living room and stood in front of me, stuttering and trying to explain something. My son came and stood next to me. The woman had gone into the hall to get out of the house. I told my husband to get out of my house at that whore too. When my husband got home and kept babbling, I screamed get out. He turned his helpless ass and left. My son sat next to me and hugged me, mom, I love you very much, I’m always with you, don’t worry, he was saying. Divorce this man immediately, it was said that I would take care of you. And I had lit my third cigarette after him. My husband had started to get the reward for his hard work he had been working for all this time by advancing his well-paid business for the last 4-5 years. Now money had spoiled him a little. Otherwise, I never had any doubt that my husband loved me.

It was just that his new friends had led him astray, that’s all. While I was thinking like this, my son was both fixing up the place, dumping bottles and ashtrays in the trash, and not stopping and cursing his father. Besides, he kept praising me. Mom, he has no right to do this when he has a beautiful and attractive wife like you, he was telling mom to get divorced right away. My son was very eager to divorce his mother. He was repeating divorce mom divorce mom fifteen times in ten minutes. My son, I said what a divorce. I loved your father when he was broke, I got married. He’s got a little money now, so he’s spoiled. When I got divorced, I told him to let all his property, his property, feed my whores. And then I said that your father just wanted to have an exciting event to tell his friends, that’s all. But I told him I would know what to do. I thought he’d see her when I made her crawl nicely. My son was depressed like a child who had his candy taken from him, and you know, mom, he got up and left me. I’m going to take a shower, look at the phones, I said if your father comes, don’t let him in. Okay, mom, he said. I asked when I got out of the shower. My father called three or four times, he said. I asked what he was saying. My son said, take care of your mother, she says to do something crazy. I stroked my son’s chin and smiled and said, of course, I have a son like a lion, take care of his mother. When I went to the bedroom to get dressed, I couldn’t get through the door. Honestly, I didn’t feel it. I called out to Serkan.

He came up to me. I said, son, I don’t want to come in, I asked if you could buy me underwear and something to wear from here. My son came in and pushed the door of my wardrobe to the side and opened the drawers where my underwear was, as if he had put it with his hand. He was calling out which one do you want, mom. I went to my son’s room. When he asked which underwear we wanted, I replied, oh, you choose, bring a suit. It turned out that she had a beige bra panty set in her hand. I looked, no, that’s not going to happen, it’s hot, I said bring something thinner. He left, and when he arrived, he had my black lace underwear in his hand. Taking my underwear out of my son’s hands made me feel weird. Because I knew before that my son was going through my laundry. I even saw semen-like stains on my underwear in the laundry basket a few times, but I thought boys would be curious at this age of adolescence, so I gave it to your youth and didn’t say anything. These things came to my mind at that moment. Anyway, I thought you’d go out and I’ll get dressed.

I said this is my room now, I laughed. When my son came out, I took off my robe and took a look at myself. Oh, stupid husband, I said, what did you not find in a girl like me, and you’re putting your hand bitches to bed. I got dressed and made something to eat. While we were at the table, there was a knock on the door and it was my husband’s younger brother. I let him in. He sat down at the table. Sister-in-law, my brother told me something. He was very sorry, very sorry, asking for forgiveness, saying things like that. My son Serkan was getting into a conversation every two and yelling at his uncle about his father. I was looking at him one by one. Serkan, I said, don’t interfere anymore, my son. Yes, it’s a shame, his uncle also said, don’t interfere anymore.

I said I’m going to go back to my mother-in-law and get a divorce, go tell your brother like this. Either aunt said please don’t do this or something, but I was stubborn, I didn’t back down. My son was in a good mood. He got up from the table and sold to me and kissed me smack on the cheeks. I said, wait, wait, I haven’t decided yet. Either way, mom, he said, you sent a message. I said don’t interfere, sit down and watch. The phones weren’t going silent. My birthday gift arrived a few hours later. We also sat and talked with him in the hall. I was saying the same things. By the way, my husband has been calling my son Serkan nonstop, wanting to know about last-minute situations. Dec. In the evening, my husband and sister-in-law also came to convince me, but the result has not changed. My husband, who called my son at night, said he was outside in the car.

My son went out on the balcony and told me that his father was sitting in the car. I said he sleeps more in front of the house. I said let’s go to bed together. The bed in my son’s room was a single bed. Mom, he said, you sleep here, I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. Fine, fine, I said, son. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I was getting angry and laughing at the same time. On the one hand, I wanted to tell my husband the same thing you did, and I was saying, never mind what you’re going to disturb his comfort. I knew that my husband loved me, and I was sure that he already regretted it like dogs. On the other hand, I could have divorced and taken his property as well. But his family was a family that I also loved very much. I was thinking it’s not worth burning a duvet for fleas. Hours had passed. I got out of bed to go to the toilet, when I opened the door of the room, I noticed that the lampshade light was on in our bedroom.
I wonder if my husband suspects that he entered my house and tell me through the door, when I put my head out, I saw that it was my son inside. He was leaning into my wardrobe, rummaging through drawers. I had a few pieces of underwear on the bed. I waited in silence, wondering what he would do. When my son closed the wardrobe door, I quietly returned to my bed. The door to my room opened slightly and then closed back. I held my breath. My son took a few pieces of my underwear in his hand and passed by on his fingertips without making a sound. I waited a while. I went downstairs without turning on the lights. The hall door was half December, there was no light on, but it was possible to choose the inside. My son was lying on the couch with his back to the door. He was rubbing my white panties in his hand against his dick, which he had pulled out of his shorts. I knew my son did these things, but it was the first time I was watching it live. My son Serkan was moaning ahh ohh in a low voice every time he rubbed my panties on his dick.

More slowly, she was saying ahh mom, ohhh sexy mom. Normally, I should be angry, but strangely, I liked this situation too. When I reached under my nightgown to search for an asshole, I felt hot water running down my Deckclothes. According to the situation, my son was very horny with me, his mother. I watched a little more, and finally my son’s hand sped up, sped up, and he ejaculated on my panties, saying ohhhh ohh. When I got back to my bed, my hand went straight to the Decapitation. I also enjoyed stroking myself with pleasure. In the following days, the traffic to convince me accelerated. My father-in-law called last. I loved him very much. My daughter has been an ass to ours, I know I will do it to her if I come there, but when you said forgive me this time, don’t hurt me, I sent word to my husband that I don’t want to prolong this business any longer, and I can’t hurt my mother-in-law and father-in-law, I told my terms.