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The third story was told during a train ride by a 45-year-old woman Besides us there were two guys in the booth about 30 talking about a newspaper article about a man living in a small town in Borsod living incestuous relations with his mother and half-brother They were arguing about whether there really was one or whether it was just the tabloids trying to sell the paper In the end they agreed it was fiction The lady looked out of the window and in the corner of her mouth a sort of know-it-all smile flashed sometimes
The two guys got off at the next station and since the look on the lady's face made me think there might be a story here I started digging We've been traveling together for about an hour and a half so here's the result
- I smiled at how sometimes we can't believe how true a story that seems incredible can be Even though this article may be a fictional story Mine is real and it doesn't bother me at all if you write it on that sex story page at least people can see that you don't have to judge everyone right away for what you're doing
I'm 45 now and two years ago my husband went crazy Not literally he fell in love with a female colleague in his 30s but he acted like a teenager in love At first he only spent as much money as he could hide from his salary then when it was too little to borrow from his friends he took out a personal loan so he could pay them back Then he sold his car - he lied to us of course that it was stolen - which he used to pay back his bank loan and spend the rest on her When he asked his colleagues for a small amount of money it was suspicious of course he denied everything when I asked him And then he started getting into more and more trouble in a very short time and in the end he made a lot of false accounts from his work I don't know why he thought he wouldn't get caught Of course when the shit went down she fired him her boss fired her too turned it into a court case and uh on top of that I left too I brought my car my personal effects furniture furniture furniture half of it and the money in our joint account which fortunately he didn't have the guts to touch and I left the apartment for him I moved into the apartment I had left of my parents and it's been empty for a while Our daughter was 20 our son was 22 at the time and they both helped me settle in and renovate the apartment and they were totally there for me and they weren't exactly willing to keep in touch with their father My son slept there on weekends during the renovation so he wouldn't have to travel so much and get on with his work Because they saw how much I was hurt by it they tried to compensate my husband for his filth My daughter was cooking lunch ironing helping me clean My son did all the work he didn't have to call a master to do and there was a time when the paint was drying on the wall and he ran down to get a bunch of flowers or chocolates and he hugged me kissed me just like he did when he was a kid It's been a week and I've been having these strange feelings about my son At first I didn't know what to make of it and then one morning when he was at the kitchen table and he was kind enough to put his hands on my neck I realized I was getting excited by the touch of my own son I've been thinking about it all day and I didn't get much sleep at night because I knew the next day he'd come back and put up a false ceiling and I didn't know what to do with my son acting like a man It's like I've split into two personalities One part of me knew that it was bad immoral maybe even guilty as my son's muscular body touch smell in my head and the other part of me was shaking wanting to hug me again kiss me in the neck or just touch me with his hand as we move around the apartment
Fortunately after breakfast he went straight to work in the living room and I tried to make my room habitable so there was no problem and as I knew that my daughter would come by for lunch I was almost calm and I began to calm down and sober again and again to tell myself that my son Ákos was my son Ákos was my son My phone rang around noon my daughter called :
 I'm sorry mom but I can't come over until the middle of the night because one of the girls at work got sick and I have to cover for her
- But Lilla you promised I was counting on you
- Mom it's not my fault
- All right all right see you tonight
I hung up the phone and got a little nervous again knowing I'd be alone with Ákos by night and it was stupid but one minute I was afraid something would happen and the next I was afraid it wouldn't I went to the kitchen and I said something to my son:
- Ákos do the job in 15 minutes and lunch
- Okay mom And after lunch can I get something nice?
I thought my heart was racing out of my chest Oh my god what is this kid thinking? Just not him? I asked him back:
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