I always wanted to tell my story to someone, but for obvious reasons I never did.
I almost wrote the whole thing a year ago on an askreddit thread (not on this user), but in the end I only posted a small part, testing the waters, but it wasn’t exactly welcome there.
Some basic stuff before I start:
I wrote this as a 17 page long word document. This is the shortest I could make it without losing details. There might be some autocorrect mistakes and my own mistakes too, English is my second language.
I want to clarify something before starting to explain the core of what happened: there was a lot going on that I either didn’t knew at the time, or I got totally wrong. This affected my way to understand everything at that moment so I would try to explain both point of views, mine and what really happened, when I feel it’s necessary.
The first example of this it that I didn’t know that my mom and dad were having relationship issues at the time, my father accepted his friend’s offer with the idea of taking only my mom there and having some quality time as a couple, but my mom didn’t wanted to and insisted on taking me with them. In consequence, my dad wasn’t exactly happy of having me there and our relationship was even colder than usual (and we barely talked even before that).
Also notice this was 20+years ago, I don’t remember exactly every single detail and conversation, so I had to fill some voids but the core remains true.
If you have any question, just ask it.
This happened in the early 90’s in South America, my country had been governed by a repressive dictatorship until the early 80’s and by the early 90’s we were on a weird a mixture of public puritanism and an emerging sexual openness that lead to some bizarre contrast.
I was 16 at the time, and I lived with my mom, dad and my grandma in a small house In Buenos Aires.
My dad used to be a semi pro football (round ball) player before marring my mom, and he also had a fame to be a “player” on the other sense too, something my very religious Ukrainian grandma hated about him.
He had a friend (my godfather actually) that used to be his “partner in crime” back in the day, and both of them ended up driving cabs after a failed attempt at starting a catering service back when I was a toddler.
But his friend ended up marrying and moved north, close to villa carlos paz, one of the touristic attractions of the country, where he started his own business building swimming pools. After a while he bought himself an old house and invited us to celebrate new year and to spend a week with them and her new step daughter (who was about 3-4 years older than me, not sure exactly). We couldn’t usually afford going on vacations, but since we had were to stay and the idea was mostly to stay there enjoying the weather and the pool we accepted. When we got there we were a bit surprised and not exactly in the good way.
To start the house was in the middle of nothing, and it was smaller than we expected. It had two bedrooms, a tiny (and I mean tiny) kitchen whose only use was having a secondary refrigerator and a small living room on the main building, and a quincho that served as true kitchen (this thing http://ift.tt/1Cvd5VI ) with an attached bathroom (the only one) that served also as a laundry room. The renovations weren’t finished and most of the walls weren’t even painted, the inner windows only had mosquito nets instead of glass/curtains.
There wasn’t a single fan in the whole house (AC’s were extremely expensive back then) and no tv.
Our room (that was originally the step daughter’s room) had two beds cramped in (they got a big one in just for us) and maybe an inch between them, you needed to get out of bed by dragging yourself to the part where you rest your feet (not sure of the English word for it) to a 3 feet corridor where our bags were. I hated this at first, but it ended up playing a huge role on what happened.
Meanwhile the step daughter was supposed to sleep on a mattress on the living room, but she spent most of the time her friends instead.
Some descriptions for reference: my father’s friend (I will refer to him as the husband) was about 40, on good shape and looked a bit like an Italian mobster from the movies.
His wife (I’ll call her the wife, so original) was a bit older than him I believe. She was a pretty hot artificial blonde with nice natural tits and no shame to display them. I didn’t like her face, looked much older than the rest of her body.
The daughter was really pretty, but honestly she is barely relevant in what happened.
My dad had seen better times, but you could still see that he had been an athlete not so long ago. He had black hair, and it was a bit out of shape.
My mom had auburn heir on a perm, her glassed gave her some kindergarten teacher vibe back then (she wasn’t). She had some pretty big tits and ass, and while she wasn’t on perfect shape she wasn’t fat either.
About myself, I was a bit chubby back then and with long hair, same color as my mom, im rather tall (1.85 mt) but only a couple of centimeters more than my mom or dad.
Now to the story itself:
We left home 6 pm of the Friday (28 dec), and got there by 4 am early Saturday. They were awake expecting us, blasting some really loud pseudo tropical music (it’s called cuartetazo, Google it at your own risk), by their breaths they had been drinking all night and they had some cold x-mass leftovers for us. To our surprise both woman were on pretty tiny bikinis (tiny back then, normal for today) and the guy was just chilling out on his boxers. We were ok with that, but we weren’t used as we lived with my religious grandma and she would complain even for seeing you barefoot in the house.
They were really friendly with us, and they pretty much forced us to drink with them (another thing we didn’t usually do at home).
By the time we went to bed we were all pretty drunk, myself included as I was allowed to drink. We drank either beer or a fernet + cocacola mix with about 20% alcohol on it.
The first night (it was during the day actually, but you get the idea) on our shared room was a bit awkward, as we had to jump to bed on our underwear and sleep centimeters away as both beds were almost touching.
I going to try to skip the boring parts, but our routine was basically hang out by the pool, play cards, dices, listen to comedian recordings or the music the other family liked, sometimes listen to some football match on the radio, drink a lot and going to bed very late. There wasn’t really anything else to do.
The other family spent their time on their swimsuits or underwear indistinctly 24/7 inside the house, my mom used a big bikini the first days.
The Sunday night is where things started to get hotter.
We had been drinking all night and playing cards while listening some comedian’s tape, all “nsfw” jokes, and at some point we started telling our own jokes, and later some funny stories. The thing is that with all the booze those stories got inappropriate pretty fast, specially the wife’s stories.
She had no problem on recounting how she lost her virginity at an early age (can’t retell, lower than the rule) or the times she got caught playing solo or with some neighbor by her parents, all of this in front of her daughter who didn’t seem to mind. To my surprise, my mom also shared one about getting nearly caught by my grandma when she was with my dad, but she omitted the interesting details.
To be honest, the whole situation was rather hot for me, and the fact that I had several days without playing with myself ( null privacy) didn’t helped, so later that night I waited until everyone was asleep to sneak one on my bed, with my parents sleeping right at my back.
For New Year’s Eve they made a huge asado (bbq, argentine style) that we dined still on our swimsuits (a bit trashy, I know. It gets worse).
After the traditional toast the daughter got changed and some friend picked her to go to a party, the rest of us staid by the quincho talking and drinking until early morning. This time we were drinking cider and cheap “champagne” in addition to the usual beer and fernet.
By sunrise, the wife got extremely touchy with her husband. It was clear that both of them were very excited, and we ended up calling it a night.
But it didn’t end there.
a couple of minutes later I was on my bed waiting for my parents to be asleep to masturbate (like the night before) and suddenly I started to hear moaning coming from the other couple’s room. And I’m not talking about soft moaning, but full-fledged porn-style moaning loud enough to be heard all over the house.
My parents heard it too, and started whispering between themselves, I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I did heard my mom (who was directly at my back) giggling several times.
I guess it lasted a couple of minutes, and by the end of it I had a raging boner I needed to take care of, but not until my parents (who were still whispering) were asleep. The thing is, after waiting for a while pretending to be asleep I started to hear moaning again, but this time it was MUCH closer and softer.
Yep, apparently my parents got inspired too and stared to fool around.
First soft moaning, then some movement, the sound of people making out (you know what I mean), stronger and more obvious movement sounds as fooling around becomes jerking/ fingering, and then they went for it.
I heard some pretty loud movement over their mattress, then a couple of second of silence and then some rhythmic bed movement.
I cannot even explain how exited I was. I have always been a pervert, and I had a phase of stealing my mom panties a couple of years before this, but I had never imagined being on this situation until that exact moment. And I desperately wanted to see what was happening behind my back.
So I took a peak, trying to be as sneaky as I could.
My mom was on top, nude at least from the waist up, riding my dad. And her sweaty tits looked glorious with the sun shining through the window on them.
I tried to watch as much as I could without blowing my cover, but she kept checking on me so I couldn’t see a lot more. Eventually they came, my dad went to use the bathroom and she just lied there, centimeters away from me.
I waited until my father got back and both were snoring before I decided to turn around. She was sleeping naked, embracing my dad and with the bed sheets covering her legs and only half of his ass. I couldn’t see her tits, as I didn’t had a good angle. I gave it some thought, morals and shit, but the situation was too much for me. I mean I even remember her smell flooding the room. So I eventually decided to masturbate watching her naked pale ass while she slept. And god how I enjoyed it.
I woke up before my parents the next day, my mom was still on a similar position, and from the small corridor formed at the feet of our beds I could see part of her bare tits against my father’s chest. But I didn’t stay for long, as they could have woken up any minute and I didn’t want to get caught in the open. I went for a swim, and we had a normal day until we finished lunch.
My dad went out with the husband and they took the car with them, my mom and the wife sat by the pool on their bikinis with some leftover sparkling wine from the night before, the daughter wasn’t in the house and after a while I got bored shitless, to the point of offering myself to paint the living room area (the paint, tools and paint roller were sitting there anyway and I had experience painting my house).
I got the ok and got started, it was really easy as most of the job was already done and I jumped straight in to painting. My mom came to check on me a couple of times, every time she took back with her a bottle of something from the fridge (the kitchen was right next to where I was working), and by the time I was finishing with the first coat she was pretty drunk again.
I went to the pool area to take some air before cleaning the tools I used, and as soon as I got there the wife excused herself to use the bathroom, leaving me alone with my mom. We talked a bit and pretty much out of the blue she asked me if it was awkward for me to notice that she had been sleeping naked that morning. It got me by surprise, but I tried to play it cool and said I was ok with it, and that it was a normal and logic thing to do on that climate.
Then she told me that she wanted my opinion because the wife had been bugging her for the last hour to take their tops off to sunbath, and she wouldn’t do that “kind of thing” if it made me feel awkward and she even offered me some money to go out for a while so they could do it.
As you can imagine there was no way in hell I would miss that, so I had to convince her that I was totally ok with it, I even used the “I already saw you topless anyway” argument, but she didn’t looked like she was fully convinced to do it, and eventually she changed the subject.
I got back inside to clean the tools on the kitchen sink, and headed back outside as soon as I finished.
To my surprise my mom was topless, but she was lying on her chest on her deck chair so there was nothing to see.
On the other hand, the wife was topless too, and she wasn’t covering anything at all. She just passed me a beer and invited me to sit with them, and I obliged.
The wife started by thanking me for painting, and then she went on a drunken rambling about European beaches, nudism and how she was trying to adapt her family to be free about their bodies.
She sounded like she knew what she was talking about, but later I found out that she was basing everything she said on an article she read somewhere. To be fair is not like I gave a single fuck about it, the only reason I was “listening” was that It gave me an excuse to stare at her boobs while she was talking (and apparently I was dead obvious about it, but she didn’t gave a fuck either).
Anyway, as you can imagine I had a raging hard on by then, and I knew that my mom wasn’t going to show anything as long as I was there, so I decided to go take a nap because of the fumes of the paint, etc. etc.
And by “nap” I mean I went to our room to masturbate while I spied on them from our window, and I “napped” so hard that I ended up taking a literal nap after it.
I woke up at night, I must had slept at least 5 hours straight, and when I looked out the window I saw my dad, the husband, the wife and my mom sitting by the pool, drinking and laughing, being very loud. Both the wife and my mom were topless, and they weren’t trying to hide anything this time.
I spied a bit more, and I remember considering masturbating again now that I could see my mom’s boobs clearly, but here is the thing: by that time I started to feel something that only got worse over the next days, I started to feel left out/third wheel-ish.
I mean, they were clearly having some “adult” fun those days and it was logical to me to believe that they were holding out because I was there. And while I wanted to be a part of it, I had the feeling (also pretty logical) that I didn’t belong in to their “games”, and the only person on my age range (the daughter) wasn’t even talking to me when she was there. Anyway, it was that idea of trying to be one more of them what made me go out and sit with them.
Apparently the other men already knew what happened that evening, and no one made a fuss about me seeing them topless, not even my mom,
Anyway, we mostly talked and drank some beer until like 2-3 am and then we went to out rooms to sleep.
The next morning I woke up earlier than anyone else because of my nap, and I discovered that apparently my parents got fully naked under the bed sheets the night before. If something else happened I missed it, but I don’t think it did.
Fast forward a bit, by noon when everyone else woke up I was on the terrain surrounding the house looking for some worms as I we were supposed to go fishing that day (we didn’t) and I saw my parents by the door having an argument, wasn’t a rare sight at that time, but the first one during our vacation (that I knew of). They went inside and a bit later my father and the wife left on our car (for groceries I later found out).
I hanged out a bit more and when I went inside I found my mom having a chat with the husband. To my surprise she was sitting on a table (literally) on her panties, NOT bikini bottoms, topless and barefoot and the guy was on some speedos that didn’t conceal his half hard on.
It shocked me quite a bit as I saw her fully dressed by the door minutes before, so it didn’t take much to deduce that she undressed after my father and the wife left. It felt really fucking wrong, too trashy for the idea I had of her, and she wasn’t even drunk this time.
They changed subjects when they saw me, but it was clear that there was something going on I wasn’t aware of. She didn’t try to cover herself, she even gave me a brief hug when I greet her that left me blushing as I felt one of her naked boobs against me.
We chatted a bit like nothing happened and they put me to prepare the fire for an asado while the husband prepared the meat and my mom the salad. We talked while we were at it, but I was flabbergasted for the situation and I was answering in monosyllables mostly, something my mother noticed. As soon as we were alone, she pulled me to the side and asked me if I was ok, I said I was.
She asked me if seeing her like that (topless) was being awkward to me, I told her I was totally fine with it. And when it was obvious that she wouldn’t leave it, I just opened a bit and told her what I told you all before, that I was feeling like a third wheel and that I didn’t want to stop them to enjoy our vacations. She assured me that she didn’t feel that way at all, that I was being very mature and shit, and that I could talk to her about whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Anyway, fast forward again, after my dad and the wife came back we eat our asado and downed a few beers. The atmosphere between my mom and dad was pretty cold and he was drinking more than usual, but the other couple didn’t seem to care/notice, and by siesta time they started to get all touchy again.
They went to their room and my dad offered my mom to do the same, but she refused and he went to our room alone and pissed off, while we prepared the table for a game of cards. While we were playing the other couple started to fuck loudly on their room, and we were like 2 m away from their window. We tried to play it cool for a while, but when I saw my mom eyes absentmindedly wandering towards their window I took courage somehow and decided to act mature and address the big fat elephant on our room and mumbled “sounds like they are having a good time”.
My mom seemed amused by my reaction and made some comments, I made some more and, eventually she said something like “she is loud”; I told her that she (the wife) was louder the night of new year and my mom looked surprised to know I heard it too ,as she thought I was asleep. I amassed some courage and told her that it was ok if she wanted to go to our room where my father was, I tried to make obvious what I meant, but she instantly spouted a “no thanks”.
Eventually the other couple finished their deed and not 5 minutes later the wife was sitting with us having a smoke on her bikini bottoms, not giving a single fuck about us hearing her. Fast forward again to that night.
My mom and dad still weren’t talking much, but by the end of the night we were all moderately drunk again, except for my dad who ended up piss drunk, and the ambient seemed a bit less tense.
I got to bed first, and I was talking to my mom while she made her bed and my dad was still outside. She didn’t hesitate to take her panties out facing the other way while were talking, and barely covered herself with the blanket once in bed.
I got the idea of sleeping facing that way for a better view in case something happened, so I acted asleep even before my father got in to bed, facing her.
Notice that everything after this happened with the lights of the room fully off, but with some light getting through the mosquito net on our window, so I could see the outline clearly, but not a whole lot of details.
My dad took some time to come in; to the point I thought my mom was already asleep. He got in to bed and after a while started to reach to her side of the bed, but she kept taking his arms out of the way, I didn’t know if she was playing hard to get or she was still genuinely pissed at him.
Eventually the drunken stubbornness of my dad paid out and got hold of her ass and (I guess) pussy, and he rubbed that ass like it was Aladdin’s lamp (can’t blame him). Then he tried to get her on top of him, but she offered some resistance and only got her chest in top of him, but the rest of her body was still on the bed, and now I was staring at her dimly-lit fully-naked ass. I was ready to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep if she turned her head, but she didn’t. Instead she looked down on him and started to jerk him off with her hand, really quick and hard. Seconds later he groaned, mumbled something and got out to bed, to use the bathroom. I assume he came all over himself. As soon as he got up, my mom turned to my side and I pretended to be asleep.
While he was gone, she called my name twice, really low like she was checking if I was asleep, but I ignored her to the best of my acting skills.
I was horny as hell again, but she calling my name made me nervous, and I waited, and waited, heard both of them snoring and still waited some more before opening my eyes. By the time I did there was sunshine outside, and my mom laid less than a meter away from me fully naked, uncovered and facing me.
It took a lot of courage, but I couldn’t miss that opportunity and, you guessed it, I masturbated watching her. It was a really quick, hand-inside-of-shorts wank, but the adrenaline was enormous.
Thursday was mild and calm compared with the events of the other days. On the interesting side, my mom and the wife weren’t even bothering with their tops inside the house any more, and she also was acting a bit weird again that day, she seemed flirty, but not to my dad but to the Husband, and that was pissing me off for some reason. There was still tension with my dad.
By the evening the daughter came back, and we all dressed up and went to the city so see a movie, buy some souvenirs and then to have dinner on a cantina. We got back to the house pretty late and straight to bed, and once again my parents slept fully nude, but nothing else happened.
Friday, THE day.
Since we had to go back home the morning of the Sunday and my father had to drive us, the other family decided to make a big goodbye asado for us the Friday night instead so we could “party” freely. And by “party” they meant “drink until your liver fails”, and yes, that family were fucking alcoholics.
They woke us up relatively early by screaming at our door (about 11am) because the wife needed my father to drive her for groceries, and when I saw my mom’s face in reaction I started to understand what the fuck was going on, she didn’t want him to go with the wife.
My father accepted anyway, and he dressed up and went away while my mom staid in bed.
After he left, she asked me if I was awake and I told her I was only half awake. She offered me to get some coffee and I accepted, she got out of bed fully naked (and there was full sunlight on our room) and looked for something on one of her bags, found it and put it on. It was a pretty short white nightgown that she decided to wear with no underwear on. I didn’t expected her to leave our room like that, but she did; and I finally got all the pieces together, she was acting like that with the husband in reaction to my dad going out alone with the wife, she was doing it out of spite.
Cosmic revelations aside, it was fucking hot see her like that. The gown was really short and even the smallest inclination would reveal her buttocks, and if she ever bended over it would leave everything else at plain sight. But I felt extremely jealous knowing that it was for the husband, even if she did it to come back at my dad.
She brought me a cup of coffee to bed, and we had some unrelated small talk for a while and she started to change the sheets on her bed. It was hypnotic; if she bent facing me her tits almost bursted out of the gown. The more she did it, the harder I got under the sheets, as by talking to her I had the perfect excuse to stare.
Until she caught me by surprise by asking me to give her my clothes to do the laundry, That’s when I got redder than the red riding hood and almost choked on my own words.
She noticed my reaction and laughed at me, and told me to “not being such a prude” and just take them out under the sheets. I had no good way to get out of it, so I started to do so while trying explaining her that I was neither prude nor shy, it was just too hot in there and the clothes were all sweaty. To be honest what I was scared was of my erection to be noticed. She told me she didn’t mind, that sleeping on the same room the whole week made her immune and that the next time I should just take my pants off to sleep more comfortable.
When she got out of the room I got me a fresh set from my bag, and that’s when it hit me that she had been doing my laundry the whole week, including my cum stained undies, like the pair I just had given her… and I wanted the earth to open and swallow me.
I ended up going to the pool to chill for a while after that, and she chatted with The Husband while doing the laundry, but let’s fast forward again.
When my dad and the wife came back they brought pizza for lunch and after my dad gave my mom the “look” when he saw her dressing like that, she went inside and came back on just panties like the wife (she got undressed when she got home by the way).
The daughter also stayed with us that day, but she wore a bikini.
During diner and as the evening progressed the bottles of beer kept coming, and for some stupid pride I ended up on a unofficial drinking contest with the daughter (drinking contest only I was aware of) and I ended up drunker than ever in the middle of the day, to the point I pretty much blacked out most of the evening.
I do know (because it became a story at family reunions) that I tried to hit on the daughter and failed ridiculously, and I also know that at some point I ended up staring at my mom’s boobs and she noticed, but instead of giving me shit about it she covered her nipples with her hands to get my attention and my heart almost stopped when I looked up and saw her staring back. That’s when I stopped drinking out of fear of getting caught doing something stupid again.
Anyway, everyone else was drinking too, just not like an idiot (except for the daughter who ended up calling it a night by midnight after she had to be carried by her stepfather to the bathroom and later to her bed.).
We made and eat our big asado, we told jokes, played cards, etc., pretty much the same as every other day but with more showers to get freshened up in the middle as it was a really hot day.
By sunrise we were still outside, I had sobered up by then and I was only drinking coke, my mom was a bit drunk even thought she was drinking mostly coke with beer, but the other three (my dad, the husband and the wife) opened a bottle of whisky earlier and you can barely understand what the fuck were they saying by then.
As it was our last “normal” night there, I was hoping to be able to watch my parents doing something in bed again, but the prospect seemed less plausible every hour.
Eventually I went to bed first so I could get the advantage of facing to their side when they came in, to at least see my mom naked again, something I knew wasn’t going to happen once we got back home. I also decided to “not be a prude” and took my pants and underwear under the cover of the bed sheets, the idea of being nude on the same room as my mom, even under the covers, turned me on and I pretty much had her permission to do it. I never planned to expose myself anyway. I laid on my bed spying on them through the window while they chatted, the husband went to take a shower after a while, and then his wife. They started to get touchy with each other after she came back wearing a towel only, and the conversation seemed to get naughtier, telling stories and jokes like it happened in new year’s.
My mother started to get touchy too, but my father seemed really fucking wasted, and a couple of minutes later when the other couple decided to go to bed she had to walk him to our room.
I noticed that while she was getting ready to bed, she kept looking at my side, and thinking I got caught spying I rolled over, facing the window.
As soon as she got in bed I started to hear kisses and movement, and when I took a peak I noticed that she had rearranged her pillows lengthwise and she was laying on top of them, fully naked and uncovered at plain daylight, facing my dad; but because of the combined height of her body with the pillows I couldn’t see what was happening on the other side. The kisses kept going for a good while and I tried to look some more, but she kept checking on me and making it difficult. I eventually gave up because it felt too dangerous, and a while later I heard her reposition again, and move more aggressively, but I didn’t look. I was just waiting for them to finish so I could masturbate watching her naked a last time.
It was taking them forever, and I could only hear movement with no kisses or moans his time.
I was starting to get asleep when I felt something move over my blanket, by my ass, and I almost hit it thinking it was a bug or something, but I felt it again seconds later, and then again. I took the opportunity and looked over my shoulder, and I saw my mom on her knees on the middle of her bed, facing my dad’s side. As soon as I did she checked on me, so I went back to my normal position almost instantly, without knowing what the movement was.
But it happened two more times, and I looked again, only to find my mom on almost the same position, but glancing towards me even before I moved. I knew she saw me this time and I turned back to my normal position instantly.
But I felt movement on my blanket again, and this time it was followed by something poking my butt for a second. I couldn’t make sense of what it could be, and once again I turned my head towards her, and once again she was staring at me. But This time I looked right behind me to see what was happening instead of looking at her directly, and I noticed that she had her right leg extended in to my bed and her right foot was resting 15 cm or so from my ass, in what looked to be a very awkward position, and poking me with her foot from that position accidentally was impossible.
it looked like she was doing it on purpose, which confused me more, and when I saw her face again she was giving me this “weird” look I wasn’t sure what it was. That’s when I noticed her hand.
The whole time she was staring at me, she had her right hand on my dad’s dick and she kept playing with it really slow. I didn’t know what to think, it was incredibly hot to see her like that, but I had the idea that I was getting in to trouble by getting caught peeking, even when everything indicated the opposite.
I turned around one more time, but I pretty much got kicked instantly. And kicked is the right word this time. She wanted my attention, obviously, and I wanted to see where that was going, so I just turned over, facing the ceiling, but turning my head to look at her, directly. And she was looking back at me.
She played a bit with my father’s limp dick while keeping eye contact with me most of the time, just checking on him sporadically, but he seemed to be passed out.
So far I was too scared to do anything, but then she bended over forward, like she was about to blow my dad, but she didn’t, she just got in all fours giving me a perfect view of her ass and pussy.
I just grabbed my dick under the sheets and started jerking off right there, I was too horny to think on the consequences and she clearly was giving me a show anyway.
She noticed what I was doing and watched me doing it for a couple of seconds; she didn’t seem offended at all, so I kept going. Then she looked towards my dad, and back at me and started to incorporate herself back in to kneeling position, moved a bit her pillows again and she laid herself on the limit of her bed, parallel to me, barely 15 inches away.
I got scared for a second and stopped what I was doing when she incorporated herself, but after she got in to position again, she opened her legs a bit and started touching her pussy slowly. I remember the wet noises and how surreal they sounded to my very inexperienced self.
I started to jerk off again, under the blankets, but she reached out to my blanket and pulled it down, leaving me exposed. She did it slowly, but still took me by surprise and I covered my junk with my hand.
She went back to touching herself, and we made eye contact a couple of times, she looked playful, eventually I manned out and slowly took my hand away. I didn’t do it slowly to tease her, I was ashamed because I’m on the small side down there and back then I felt terrible about it.
I was expecting disappointment on her eyes, but instead she looked exited to see me naked.
I turned around, facing her, and when my bed made some noise she seemed to remember that my father was there too and incorporated herself to check on him. She got back to laying on the bed again, but she got a bit closer to me this time, I could literally feel her breath on my face.
We keep touching ourselves and watching each other for a while, I wasn’t going to do make any move on her, the whole situation was more than enough for me and I was trying to touch myself as slow as possible to avoid blowing my load because if I did it everything would have been over.
But a couple of times she looked hesitant to do something, I assumed it was to move in bed out of fear of making noises and get caught; but finally, after checking on my dad, she made her move and got her face closer to mine, going for a kiss. I obliged and went for a soft kiss on the lips, only to get surprised by her tongue separating my lips in to the most passionate French kissing I ever had.
As soon as we started kissing, her hand found the way in to my groin taking mine out of the way, and she couped my balls while slowly playing with her fingers on my dick.
With my hands free, I followed my instinct and went for her tits, making her moan for the first time so far. She allowed me to do it for a couple of seconds only, and then she stopped everything and motioned me to stop.
I remember thinking: “well, that’s it, we went too far and she changed her mind” and the fact that she sat herself in to her bed, checking on my dad, didn’t help.
She looked at him for way to long, as my mind went ballistic calculating on how much trouble I was.
But finally she lay back in to her bed, facing my dad, and she started to pull herself closer to me, butt first, while I tried to make sense of what was happening.
It wasn’t until she was right at the limit of her bed, with her ass and legs in my mattress that I finally understood that she wasn’t backing out, but escalating the whole situation. Her ass was literally touching the tip of my penis, but I hesitated to do anything. She turned her face to look at me and we made eye contact again, she tried to make some words by moving her lips without emitting any sound, but even today I have no fucking clue what she was saying back then, but when she moved her left leg on top of mine I got the message clearly. I pulled closer to her, until our bodies were making full contact and I went to kiss her again. I sent one of my hands under her body to reach her boobs, and sent the other one to reach for her pussy.
I’d love to say that I was being the perfect lover, but honestly I think my moves were closer to an octopus getting electrocuted. Anyway, I did make her gasp when I finally made sense of her wet pussy and found her clit.
She reached for my dick under her legs, and rubbed it against her pussy, and before I knew it was inside her and pushing it deeper.
I was fucking my mom. But not only that, I was fucking my mom right next to my fucking dad.
You would think that doing it stealthy is the way to go in that situation, and so do I, but shit went out of control really fast and I started to fuck her as hard as I could, and she loved it. The bed was noisy as fuck, we were noisy as fuck, and I have absolutely no doubt that the couple next door could hear us clearly if they were awake, but somehow my father didn’t. We didn’t last too long anyway; I came inside her after a minute or two at best. We laid there still until we recovered our breaths, then she checked on my dad again, and got us a towel she kept by the head of the bed and used it to clean herself before handing it to me to do the same. The whole room was flooded by the smell of sweat and cum.
Without saying a word, she gave me a last kiss and got back in to her bed, and minutes later she was sleeping soundly. I stayed awake for quite a while, I loved fucking my mom, but then comes panic and the hundred thoughts for second about how fucked up it was what you just did (even if it felt amazing) and to me the worst of all was thinking that she was drunk and I took advantage of her, and she would regret it later.
Eventually I fell asleep.
My mom woke me up with a coup of coffee, it was around 5 am, and we were alone on our room.
She was wearing a long t-shirt as a gown, and she looked on a good mood, but I couldn’t look at her, I tried to avoid making eye contact because I knew what happened the night before but I wasn’t sure if she did.
I sat on my bed drinking my coffee slowly, while she was packing some clothes, I didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes she asked me if I was ok, I told her I was.
She told me that my dad and the husband took the car for an inspection, and both the wife and the daughter were outside by the pool.
There was an awkward silence and she told me that if I wanted I could go outside with them and grab a snack, I told her I was not hungry.
And then out, of the blue, she told me that we could pretend that nothing happened or we could use the last evening there and do it properly.
I looked at her surprised, she told me “your choice” and took of her t-shirt erasing any doubt I had of what she meant by that. She had nothing else on.
I took my blanket out of the way and she jumped in to bed, we started to kiss, play with our hands and I ended up fucking her missionary style and came inside her.
We talked a lot after we finished and she explained a lot of things to me.
To start she was never a prude, back before she married, she used to fuck around with the Husband and some of his friends, including my dad and she ended up marring after she got pregnant (not me, she had a miscarriage before me).
She wanted to be separated from my father as soon as we got back home (divorce was complicated back then) because she knew he cheated on her repeatedly, also he kept loosing money betting on horses.
And she got pissed because she “knew” that my dad fucked the wife when they went shopping for groceries, and knowing the Husband he probably knew it too and didn’t mind.
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