I’m a covered, turbaned girl, but I like to feel men’s gazes on me. I have white skin, I like to wear makeup, but I can’t do it much because of my mother’s fear. I’m closing in the modern way. I wear long blouses, tunics over tight jeans and tights that leave my ankles exposed, and I tie them comfortably with shawls without squeezing my head too much. I’m also not afraid to wear heeled boots, shoes. My mother and I argue about this from time to time.

My mother is a very ascetic woman, unlike me. He always wears a sheet when he goes out. While she doesn’t even see the hijab as a closure, the way I close makes her nerves jump. Although it happens that he also wears tight trousers, tights and even short shorts inside the house. She is also not afraid to wear short-sleeved blouses with open breasts and collars. But she always dresses in the most closed way when she goes out.

I haven’t had a boyfriend until now. I’ve had a few date offers, but I didn’t accept because I didn’t like it. I’m 1.62 tall and 70 pounds. I have a little extra weight and I’m trying not to gain any more weight. I’m careful about what I eat and drink. This is one of the topics of discussion with my mother. It keeps being said because I ate a little of the good food he made. God willing, he has a good appetite. Especially after my father died, he gave himself up to eating well. He has gained at least 10 pounds in the last two years. he is 37 years old, 1.70 tall and weighs 85 pounds, but he doesn’t look so overweight when you look at him. He has a muscular and well-built body, his body does not attach much fat due to the high bone ratio. Also, because she does not wear tight clothes like me, wears baggy and wide sheets outside (I gained weight, I look bad, no one likes me!) they also have no problems like.

I didn’t study after high school. My days are mostly spent at home, sometimes I meet my girlfriends outside. Dec. And my mother is usually at home, except for going to the grocery store, bazaar, Sunday. Sister Zarife, who lives in the same building as us, is my mother’s closest friend. She had told many times that she was a girl who wore short skirts and dresses with her head uncovered in her youth, but she closed down and started worshipping under the influence of a dream she had one night. She is 50 years old, she is a widow like my mother. Although she has two sons, three daughters and several grandchildren, she is still a beautiful woman…

It was a Saturday night. We set up a Whatsapp group with the girls and were chatting there. I didn’t turn on the light in my room. It was getting to 02:00. I left the conversation by writing that I wanted to go to bed because I was sleepy now. I put the phone down and put my head on the pillow. The night was Decently quiet, but at one point I heard a noise as if something was being hit. It was like someone had punched a wall. There was silence for a while, but then the same sound was repeated again. (What is that sound at night at night?) I said, I was angry because I was losing sleep. I straightened up in bed, fluffed my ear, but there was no sound.

Just as I was about to put my head on the pillow, the sound came again. The sound was coming from the wall right next to me. What the hell was that about? The next room was my mother’s bedroom. Did mom get up and hit the wall? I got up slowly and put my ear to the wall. I held my breath so that I could hear better. Yes, the sounds were coming from my mother’s room. Now I could even hear sounds like a flicker hitting the wall comfortably and clearly. Sometimes I also heard violent ones that woke me up from my sleep. Dec. What was Mom doing in there at this time of night? From time to time it happened that he got up at night and prayed, but this was nothing like that. (Oh my god, whatever!) I got back into my bed saying.

At a fairly early hour in the morning, before the sun had even risen, I woke up to the sound of running water in the bathroom. My mother was bathing on Sunday morning. The woman had problems with the concept of time, I buried my head in the pillow and tried to sleep…

A few days later, the same sounds came again at night. This time it was a little past 01.00. I was writing to girls again. I stopped the correspondence and listened. Mom was up to something again. “Girls, I’m coming soon!” I wrote and left the phone on the bed. I slowly opened my door. My mother’s room was right on my right. I came to his door. I listened to the door, but I couldn’t hear anything. I tapped on the door. “Mom, are you okay?” when I said, “What happened, girl, go to bed at night!” there was a reaction from my mother that I didn’t expect. “Well, well!” so saying, I returned to my room.

When I woke up in the early morning with the sound of water in the bathroom again, I realized that my mother was up to something. I was wondering what it was, but I wasn’t supposed to let her know. In the afternoon of the same day, my mother said, “I’m going out to Zarife Sisters!” when I left, I wanted to look at his room. It was something I didn’t usually do and didn’t like, but I needed to find out what my mom was up to.

I went through the drawers, the closet, the Deckchairs and the duvets. I didn’t even know what I was looking for, though. In the end, my mother’s dowry chest was left that I didn’t look at. He was putting the bed and duvets on top of her. I downloaded each one one by one. I opened the chest. Clothes left over from my mother’s dowry, laundry, scarves, table and coffee table covers, etc. there was. When I saw the red satin underwear and nightgown that my grandmother bought for my mother’s wedding night, I started laughing. I imagined my sweet mother with sheets in these lace panties and a nightgown.

There was something wrapped in a white cloth at the bottom. It looked like a long and thick cylinder. I got him. My mom put something in it and wrapped it up. Did he save gold or money hidden from me and put it in this? But it didn’t look like that at all. It was something that grew longer and longer, like a bandage. When I finally opened it, I suddenly screamed. (Bismillah, what is this?) I threw what I had into the air, saying.

That was a man’s dick. Made of plastic, it looked like a real dick. I used to log into pørnø sites on my computer. So I knew what it was. It was an artificial fuck, otherwise known as a dick. It was much longer and thicker than a mixture. It was a skin-colored plastic dick. There were protrusions on top that looked like veins, and something like a ball that looked like a ball underneath. There was also a dished gap at the bottom. That was a dick with a suction cup. It’s like the toy basketball hoop my dad bought me when I was little, with ‘Hoh!’it was being made and glued to the desired place. Is that why you’ve been banging on the wall for two nights?

There was a chair in front of the wall. I pulled it out right away. I bent down and looked. There were vague adhesion marks of the suction cup on the cream-painted wall. It was about 30 cm above the ground. My mom stuck her dick here and fucked herself like that. Oh, my God, that was a terrible thing even to think about.

Dick was still on the floor. I took it in fear. Contrary to what I expected, it was soft, not hard. When I squeezed, my fingers got into it, as if you were squeezing a person’s arm, leg. Even when I held it with both hands, the dick’s head was exposed. I went to my room with a curiosity. I took the ruler from my desk and measured the dick. It was 26 cm from the bottom to the tip of his head. He was 22 cm, except for the balls. The thickness was 5 cm. It was not straight, but slightly curved. Where, from whom, how did my mother get this? I couldn’t think of any way. He was sticking a huge, giant dick on the wall and fucking himself with it in the middle of the night. I wrapped the dick in a cloth in the same way and put it back. I’ve restored everything to its former state. I left the room and went to my own room, and my mother came home.

I immediately lay down on the bed, pretending to take care of the phone. He stuck his head out of the door and said, “Girl, what are you lying like a malak, get up, chop onions, we’ll cook!” when he left, I went into the kitchen. He came to me while I was chopping onions. I couldn’t help but look at him sideways while he was trying to make the food himself.

The gigantic dick was somehow not getting out of my mind. My mom was taking that big dick in her cunt, it was amazing. I was used to seeing my mother naked. Most of the time he was washing me, and I was soaping his back while he was washing. She had huge, ball-like tits. The fleshy nipples that popped forward in the middle of the big pink nipples were obvious even if she was wearing a bra. Mother and daughter, we were having hair removal together and getting our hairs and hairs. My mother cut my pubic hair at first. After he taught me, I started cutting, but he was still checking every time. Between her crotch, her long and large cunt Decayed like a deep valley.

Once she asked me to apply ointment for months because of a wound on the lips of her pussy. I applied ointment to the pink, big lips of her pussy with my own hands, so to speak, I was familiar with all the details of her pussy.

She had a long but tight skirt on. Her light blue and navy skirt squeezed her big ass and hips. She also wore a dark blue long-sleeved blouse on top and tied her head at the neck with a large white scarf. The breast of the blouse was open, her bare white bosom and the fork of her large breasts were visible. He was squeezing her arms and stomach, her blouse. Since there were no men in the building during daylight hours, Zarife had no problem going to Sis in this outfit. “What is it, what is it?” he said while chopping potatoes. He understood the change in me. “Nothing, what shall it be?I said. I chopped the onions and washed my hands. I went to my room. Dick was still on my mind, stuck in my brain like a nail…

When it was 12:00 at night, my excitement started to increase even more. Was Mom going to do something tonight, too, I wonder? My heart was pounding. The girls were immersed in Whatsapp conversation again, but I left saying that I was uncomfortable. From time to time I put my ear to the wall and listened, but there was no movement that night. Dec. I heard my mother’s snoring sometime towards Dec 02:00. Then I went to bed too…