When I woke up in the morning, the stiffness I felt in my hips, reminded me of my youth. I first met this condition when I was newly married. Years later, my son, and not my husband, was lying on my bed leaning on me. Last night, I made the biggest, craziest decision of my life—and slept with my son. The fact that he had been obsessed with me, enough to try to commit suicide was a factor in this. But, the process I went through after the betrayal I had suffered, also caused it to come to this point. I had to strangle Seher at the first opportunity I saw her. Because of her, my rut was at its peak, and I found myself groaning under my own son.
How will my life go on? I had to somehow suppress what was going on between me and Ömer, to get us back to our normal; I was thinking.
"Good morning, mom." Ömer hugged me. He was kissing my neck and caressing my breasts.
I had forgotten that we were sleeping naked. I tried to push him away by saying, "Oh, stop, don't do it, it's too early."
He found a chance and climbed on top of me. He was stroking my hair and kissing me on the lips, while saying, "My love." Everything I had thought about, not ten minutes ago, flew away. I spread my legs and let it slide inside me.
At first, while he was fucking me with soft rhythms and a slow tempo, my eyes started to droop with pleasure. As I hit harder and faster, I couldn't help but to increase my screams in frequency and volume. I didn't even care if the neighbors heard this woman, who was just divorced, and what was happening. I started to push off his chest with both my hands; he was looking at me to see what was going on. When I got out of my mind, I turned face down on the bed, raising my hips up. I turned my head, and smiled at him. He understood how I wanted him to fuck me.
He got inside me again, and started hitting me. I was watching us in the mirror, out of the corner of my eye. I felt strange, but I was enjoying it. My legs started to tremble and my heart started to boil. I climaxed while watching myself. Ömer's groan filled me up. After breathing for a while, I hugged him and kissed him saying, "My man." I rushed to the bathroom. Ömer was also lying on the bed naked.
I went to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. Öykü would return from her father's in the afternoon. I had to hurry to remove all traces of last night from the living room. I swept the floor. Ömer came to the kitchen.
"Sit down and have your breakfast, we have something to talk about," I said.
After we had a good breakfast together, we lit a cigarette together. I didn't know how to get to the point, but the words started pouring out of my mouth.
"Look, darling, things got out of hand. We did something we shouldn't have done. I don't regret it, I haven't had such a happy night in a long time. But we can't do it all the time. We have to be very careful."
"I was just going to ask if I could move my stuff to your room," he teased.
"You make fun of it. Have you ever thought about what we would do if someone from the outside, or if Öykü finds out? That's why it will only happen when I let it. We are mother and son at other times; do you understand me?"
"I don't want to, but if you think that way, I won't upset you, you didn't hurt me, I respect your decision."
"Thank you, son," I was glad to close the topic. First of all, I was a mother and had to think about my children's future. We set the table together. He helped me while I was vacuuming and cleaning the house. He came to me while I was putting the dirty things in the washing machine in the bathroom.
"Mom, is there anything else to do?"
"No dear, thank you. "
