I tell you, it started 2 years ago or 3 years ago. That's my relationship with my mom
It took years for Jandeh to separate from my father. Of course
We were very free in the house.
They used to walk down the street with my dad's friend's cousins
The car that stops them at the checkpoint denies them and that is why my father divorced my mother. Of course, my mother used to tell sex stories because of my dad's work
He was going with my dad's friend, but my dad does not accept sex in Iran
Our situation has improved since the divorce. Because my mother took her dowry from my father and we bought a house in Saadatabad with that money and everything else. Of course, our situation changed in other ways as well, because my mother was getting more and more angry. My behavior had changed a lot. He would come home late at night under the pretext of having fun with his friend, and some nights he would come home under the pretext of staying at his friend's house. In short, I was very happy with my mother-in-law, and our relationship was very close, and we would go out together and watch scenes, and… I had taken a video from one of my friends one night, and we were supposed to see it at night. His film was not Hollywood. I think it was German or French, it was very beginner. The film was full of scenes, but Kir and Kass did not show only nipples. My mom and I sat down to watch the movie. The story of the film was about a couple who were exhibitionists. That is, the woman exhibited herself in public places, and men watched, and her husband watched from a distance and enjoyed himself. Some scenes in the film were like this, for example, a couple was walking in the park, then the woman would sit on a chair and sit so that her shirt could be seen, and the men who passed by would see her, and the husband would be there, or the woman would walk in crowded places with a short skirt. And Kunshu turned to the men to see, and her husband looked away. It was at the height of the movie that I was so upset and I didn't even notice that it came out of my pants (it was summer time). I came to myself and saw that he was looking at me. When the movie was over, I told my mother, "Wow, the movie was cool." My mother said, "Yes, it was beautiful." I said: I mean this is true (of course I did not know myself) My mother said: Yes. I said: But not in Iran. My mother said: Why can I say: How is it? He said: Would you like to see? I said: Yes, by God, but I have to see. He said: Me. I stayed like this and said what it meant, how did he say you have nothing to do with him. We will go out tomorrow and see you. I did not sleep at all that night and I was waiting for tomorrow (Thursday) to see what my mother would do. When I got up in the morning, we were supposed to go to Gharb town at 8 pm. Near sunset, we were slowly getting ready. My mother was getting ready little by little. Lacquer brushed my nails and straightened my hair and made up my face so that my water was almost gone. He also wore tight Bermuda shorts that were slightly below his knees. He also brought a very tight and short manteau that was only up to his waist, and the most interesting thing was that he only wore a corset under the manteau. My mom's buttocks and breasts were visible from under the mantle. My mom said how did I get there? I said: The ball. We got an agency for Golestan Passage. In my mother's car, she made her scarf so that she could straighten her hair. You do not know how the driver looked. When we got off, my mother said: Did you like it? I said yes. As I walked, my mom nodded and watched a lot of men and boys. I was dying of pain. We went to the passage to a scarf shop. Being two men. My mother would choose a scarf and take off her scarf and put it on her head, sometimes she would mix it up to make it look beautiful. These scenes were very lively. Then we went to the buffet to have something to eat. As we sat. My mother said: Well, I said: not bad, but not much. I said: Do something in a row. He said: OK. We went to the second floor of a passage to a secluded shop where a salesman was a boy. My mother chose a pair of pants and told Yaro to bring it. Yaro said how much is your waist? Yaro brought the meter. My mother went forward and gave a hoop to the mantle. I was . I wanted to hang out there. In short, my mother took off her scarf a few more times until the end of the night and did another job. And we went home. He said to me at home: I had a good time. I said yes, I wish all moms were like you, he said: Now where did you see him? I did not understand what he meant.
