"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Have you ever hated someone enough to do great harm to them? My name is Ercan. I am eighteen years old. Someone who observes from the outside usually has the prejudice that I was brought up with cotton wool and spoiled because I am the only child of the family. My life is not like that at all. As loving as my mother is my father is as callous and selfish a man. Since my childhood I always tried to win my father's favor. Whatever I did was never appreciated.
My mother is a thirty-nine-year-old housewife. My father is forty-three years old and owns an electronics repair service. I was working there during my free time from school. We live an average life with our income which can be considered normal. After I was born an illness my father had prevented him from having children again. All my life it was as if I had caused it I was treated like a stepchild throughout. My mother always has to mediate between the two of us. Sometimes I jokingly ask my grandfather and grandmother "How did you get your daughter married to this rogue?" My mother is truly a beautiful woman. She is also a kind-hearted and thoughtful person.
What I am going to tell you started this June. When I couldn't get into the department I wanted to, during the university exams, I continued to work in my father's shop. As I spent more time with my father, my anger towards him started to turn into hatred. At every opportunity, he complained of the expenses he had made to send me to school.
He kept saying how much better his life would be if it weren't for me. I tolerated all of this.
One day a very beautiful woman came to the shop followed by a gypsy-looking man at the same time. While my father was taking care of the female customer's business I was talking to the other customer. The man had deceived and defrauded me with sleight of hand as I realized later too late When the money was found to be missing my father came in a rage and beat me after watching the cameras. He swore unspeakable words. This was the last straw. I left the shop with a grudge. I walked around until the evening to calm my nerves. I hated my father.
When I came home in the evening my poor mother was trying to ease the atmosphere again. She was telling him that I was inexperienced and could make mistakes but the animal in front of her did not listen.
I didn't raise my voice too much just so my mother wouldn't be upset. As soon as I had the opportunity I left the house saying that I wouldn't work for him anymore and that I would find a job for myself. I could have been a dishwasher or a waiter somewhere anywhere. I didn't want to see that bastard's face.
While I was walking on the sidewalk a car approached me. It was my best friend Teoman. He had seen me leaving the building while driving around in his father's car. When he learned I was sad he parked the car. We bought beer from the store and started drinking.
Teoman was six months older than me. Since we lived in the same building we saw each other very often. Our families knew each other and we went in and out of each other's houses easily. Since we were both young our tastes and problems were similar. When I told Teo what had happened he was as upset as I was. He tried to calm me down and encourage me.
"This son of a bitch will die by my hand." I said.
"You can't solve anything with violence brother. The best revenge is for him to see that you are successful."
"To be successful I need money. I need time for getting a house, a car and a career. I want that dishonorable person to be punished immediately."
"So what are you going to do? I guess you t won't kill your own father. Although you would go to prison and your father would go to his grave. I would be willing to take care of your mother while you are in prison." he said laughing. Teo had always had an interest in my mother. He would jokingly say that my mother was very beautiful and attractive. I slapped him on the head. We both laughed.
I entered the house that night when everyone was sleeping. When my head hit the pillow I couldn't sleep. I started thinking about what kind of revenge I would take on my father. I couldn't plan anything to do with his job because it was our only source of income. If I harmed him physically I would be in trouble. Teo was right my mother would be very upset with the consequences. I couldn't do this to the person I valued most in this world. Then the idea came to my mind that if they divorced then that dishonorable person would lose a lot.
How was I going to do this? Betrayal was the most effective way. My father was a scumbag who walked in the snow but left no trace. It would be difficult to catch him cheating on my mother. On the other hand I never thought my mother would cheat. She was a woman who attracted a lot of attention with her black hair and beautiful physique but the chances were slim due to her character.
Teoman's words came to my mind. At that moment I felt weird when I imagined my mother and Teoman in the same bed. My penis became erect. No way. What nonsense was I thinking about? I fell asleep with all this going around in my head. The next day I found a job at a fast-food restaurant. They paid daily money. It was the best thing for now.
Two days had passed. I was going to work. I was holding my breath and being patient with my father's gossip at home. My mother was torn between the two of us. There was no such thing as peace at home. I couldn't stand it any longer. I called Teoman and invited him to the park. The idiot soon came with a beer in his hand unaware of what I was about to suggest to him. After chatting for a while I brought up the subject. I said that the solution to my problems was my parents' divorce.
"So how will this happen?" he asked.
"Betrayal. My mother will cheat on my father and they will divorce."
The animal sprayed beer from his mouth. "Fuck off. Aunt Demet cheating on your father? There is no way." he said.
"Don't call her aunt. You will need her." The coin dropped late but he understood my intentions.
"Fuck you bro. Are you high or crazy? Me?" he asked.
"What's the matter? You always wanted to fuck my mother. Here's your chance. Have you masturbated while thinking of my mother?"
"You are kidding me right?" he said.
When I told him that I was serious he became quiet. I told him that I wanted him to get closer to my mother and impress her by flirting.
"Bro. We are talking about your mother so we don't get into trouble later."
"Look at the pimp. It's like he threw my mother into bed immediately and he is thinking about the future. Fake Casanova." I said. We started laughing.
After explaining my plan I took his phone. I liked all the stories and pictures my mother shared on social media. It would be slow but starting was half the job. Strangely this job excited me. I masturbated thinking of my mother bouncing on Teoman's lap. I had never thought of my mother in this way before. Her legs and hips were very sexy for her age her breasts did not sag. Why not? If we succeeded in this then maybe I could fuck my mother too.