This is not a true story !!! My mother was a very beautiful and well-built woman, due to the traditional and religious culture she wore in the house, and perhaps the same hijab and covering that I witnessed as a child sometimes caused her to have bare, well-groomed and white legs. I could see my breath was numbered and my forehead was pounding. Early on, when I was holding my hand, I was blaming myself a lot. I thought the devil was gone in my skin and I was even scared of myself. I could not digest it at all. The first time I saw my mother completely naked was when I was about ten years old. To see his body naked was only possible in one case, which was a big risk !!! Our house was XNUMX meters high on two floors, the lower floor was the kitchen and the bathroom, and the upper floor was the large living room, which was divided into two parts by Charlotte, where Mom and Dad usually slept upstairs. And my brother should go to sleep and see my mother's body through the hole in the handle. I woke up to the sound of a glass or a dish in the kitchen. I looked very slowly at the corner of the blanket and under the eyes towards the kitchen. I was shaking, I couldn't believe it, every time I looked up, it was just nudity !!! Mom was just a tight shirt, a black shirt. Of course, I could not see higher because of the angle of view I had and I was afraid of being exposed, but it was just enough to discover my own existence for the first time. It was so enjoyable that I did not allow myself to be blamed and embarrassed. The refrigerator door closed very soon and I had not yet been overwhelmed by that pleasure, beauty, discovery and intuition. My sister, who was wearing a robe, when she bent down, the sound of her bracelets with her full and white arms and the chador that she wore around her to cover her naked limbs told of a hot, burning and lustful body that persuaded me to watch this beautiful resurrection in Let me hear the bed of fire and lust and burn in this opium pleasure !!! continues
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Date: December 23, 2018
