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I love watching my mom in action
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BigCockLovingMarried: I have a thread in xxx stories Titled " You have to start somewhere", a lot of it is about how we began sharing her married, white pussy and covers a lot of the early adventures. I also wrote about her involvement with my boss, a boss of hers that actually lived with us and a black man that lived with us. There are a lot of pictures included due to my grandparents having given us a Polaroid Land instamatic camera for a wedding present. If they only knew the pictures that we took with it. If you find the thread - enjoy. GTR
I'm the daddy / husband , who has lots a fantasies about sons friends fucking my wife, even thought of our son cuckolding me. The thought of my sons big rock hard 28yo cock fucking his mothers hairy mature wet pussy . Hearing her saying no this is wrong I'm cumming son. I know to most, It's a sick fantasy, but don't a lot of us have really perverted thoughts we keep inside.
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This thread reminds me how I got hooked on hotwives and cuckolding. I came home from school and when I went out into the garage, the garage door was open, my mom was on her knees sucking her bosses cock. She couldn't see me because her back was to me, but anyone walking by outside would have seen her if they looked into the garage. I froze, couldn't move, and was hard as hell. (It was during my jack off at least twice a day years). I suspected her boss saw me but said nothing.
My father was deployed to Vietnam at the time, and it had been a while since he left. We could only communicate in letters. Their "adult" letters would be in an envelope inside the normal letter to her, me and my brother. I used to go into her room when she was at work and read his letters - I couldn't read her outgoing at the time, not until he returned with his saved letters. 2 weeks after I saw this, there was a new "adult" letter and my dad was asking her if she thought I saw her. (The lighting was bad and she was partially obscured by a car but there was no doubt from the look on her boss's face and where his hands where, and the top of her head, what was happening). Then the letter went on to say he couldn't believe how horny she was and did she masturbate imagining me watching her suck her bosses dick?. He asked if she would do it again. And what would she do if she saw me and I saw her. And went on to ask if she thought her boss saw me. The reason she was suspect was, when she came in the house "afterward" she was surprised I was home "so early".
I have been hooked on hotwives ever since. There is more to the story, on this topic if you are interested.
This thread reminds me how I got hooked on hotwives and cuckolding. I came home from school and when I went out into the garage, the garage door was open, my mom was on her knees sucking her bosses cock. She couldn't see me because her back was to me, but anyone walking by outside would have seen her if they looked into the garage. I froze, couldn't move, and was hard as hell. (It was during my jack off at least twice a day years). I suspected her boss saw me but said nothing.
My father was deployed to Vietnam at the time, and it had been a while since he left. We could only communicate in letters. Their "adult" letters would be in an envelope inside the normal letter to her, me and my brother. I used to go into her room when she was at work and read his letters - I couldn't read her outgoing at the time, not until he returned with his saved letters. 2 weeks after I saw this, there was a new "adult" letter and my dad was asking her if she thought I saw her. (The lighting was bad and she was partially obscured by a car but there was no doubt from the look on her boss's face and where his hands where, and the top of her head, what was happening). Then the letter went on to say he couldn't believe how horny she was and did she masturbate imagining me watching her suck her bosses dick?. He asked if she would do it again. And what would she do if she saw me and I saw her. And went on to ask if she thought her boss saw me. The reason she was suspect was, when she came in the house "afterward" she was surprised I was home "so early".
I have been hooked on hotwives ever since. There is more to the story, on this topic if you are interested.
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To continue. Around the time I saw my mom sucking her bosses cock in our garage, she was preparing to visit my father in Hawaii. That's one of the things the Army did for the soldiers serving their 13 months in Vietnam. They could meet up with their wives (or families I guess) in Hawaii and would stay on one of the many military bases that had guest housing - usually on the beach. To "get ready" she started tanning under a home tanning light. That's how we did that back then. She would go into the master bedroom, close the door and around 45 minutes later come back out. The light from under the door was a strange color, not normal incandescent. I was curious, so one night I walked around the back of our house (ranch style) and looked in her window.
I was glad I did, I almost came right then in my pants. My mother was completely naked. Lying on her back with her eyes covered by these plastic eye protectors - you couldn't see out of them. As if she was a soon-to-be-wed bride, she had been taking good care of herself and the overall tanning was the best part. (At the time she was only 29 or 30). I was watching her just lie there, which was hot, and I was crazy hard. I didn't care that I was outside, I took out my cock and was slowly stroking it. She sat up, took off the eye protectors and I thought I better hurry back in the house (it was after dark - late - I wasn't supposed to be out). But, she reached into the nightstand drawer where she kept her letters and packages from my father, took some letters and a magazine and laid them on the bed. Then she took out what I now know was an Hitachi vibrator. She laid down, on her stomach, and placed the vibrator between her legs up against her clit and pussy. Then, as she was reading one of the letters, she was slowly humping the vibrator. Slowly at first, then faster. Soon she was biting the pillow as she was cuming. I had already cum, stayed hard and started cumming again. Since then I've added pillow humping to my short list of go-to fetishes.
I didn't want to miss a second of what I was watching so I stayed. Trying to sear the image into my brain. Eventually she turned off the tanning light, leaving only a nightstand light. She put away the letters and magic wand. I rushed to get back in the house before she knew I was out. That night I could hardly sleep, I couldn't wait until I was alone in the house so I could see what it was she was reading while she masturbated. It gets pretty nasty/erotic at that point.
I will continue. Thanks for the feedback.
To continue. Around the time I saw my mom sucking her bosses cock in our garage, she was preparing to visit my father in Hawaii. That's one of the things the Army did for the soldiers serving their 13 months in Vietnam. They could meet up with their wives (or families I guess) in Hawaii and would stay on one of the many military bases that had guest housing - usually on the beach. To "get ready" she started tanning under a home tanning light. That's how we did that back then. She would go into the master bedroom, close the door and around 45 minutes later come back out. The light from under the door was a strange color, not normal incandescent. I was curious, so one night I walked around the back of our house (ranch style) and looked in her window.
I was glad I did, I almost came right then in my pants. My mother was completely naked. Lying on her back with her eyes covered by these plastic eye protectors - you couldn't see out of them. As if she was a soon-to-be-wed bride, she had been taking good care of herself and the overall tanning was the best part. (At the time she was only 29 or 30). I was watching her just lie there, which was hot, and I was crazy hard. I didn't care that I was outside, I took out my cock and was slowly stroking it. She sat up, took off the eye protectors and I thought I better hurry back in the house (it was after dark - late - I wasn't supposed to be out). But, she reached into the nightstand drawer where she kept her letters and packages from my father, took some letters and a magazine and laid them on the bed. Then she took out what I now know was an Hitachi vibrator. She laid down, on her stomach, and placed the vibrator between her legs up against her clit and pussy. Then, as she was reading one of the letters, she was slowly humping the vibrator. Slowly at first, then faster. Soon she was biting the pillow as she was cuming. I had already cum, stayed hard and started cumming again. Since then I've added pillow humping to my short list of go-to fetishes.
I didn't want to miss a second of what I was watching so I stayed. Trying to sear the image into my brain. Eventually she turned off the tanning light, leaving only a nightstand light. She put away the letters and magic wand. I rushed to get back in the house before she knew I was out. That night I could hardly sleep, I couldn't wait until I was alone in the house so I could see what it was she was reading while she masturbated. It gets pretty nasty/erotic at that point.
I will continue. Thanks for the feedback.
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The next day I had about an hour to myself in the house and rushed into my mom's bedroom. My hands were shaking, my dick was already hard, as I opened the top drawer of her nightstand. Right on top were two letters, in envelopes, that I had not seen and under them was a magazine that my father had probably sent or we had brought back from Germany when we were stationed there. I made a careful note of how the letters were laying - if you've ever snuck into your parents "porn drawer" you know what I'm talking about. Then I took out the two letters and the magazine assuming these were what my mom was looking at when she was masturbating and pillow humping with the magic wand the night before. I checked the dates so I could make sure I read them in chronological order. I laid the magazine aside on the bed.
OK, first, the magazine is of the type you can't get anymore. It was a nudist magazine. Seemingly innocent and what passed for porn in those days. It was filled with German and other European families outdoors playing volleyball, posing for photos, even playing tug-of-war (pretty funny by itself, who does that?). Toward the middle of the magazine were photos taken inside the cabins. The mother, father, sons and daughters posed like maybe it was a Xmas card, except they were nude. My favorite pics were of a mother and two sons. The mother is on her knees with her arms wrapped around her sons. She is naked, and her nipples are hard. Her sons have their arms wrapped around her shoulders. And their dicks are hard. In the series, with the same woman and sons, an older man, old enough to be her or her husbands father, is standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She has a look of almost ecstasy on her face and her sons, still hard, are looking at her tits and her face. In another the woman is standing between her husband and the older man, arms around her, her with her arms around them, and both men have very large hardons. I left the page open and started to read the letters, dick in hand.
I opened the first letter still shaking uncontrollably over my whole body. The letter started right out reminiscing about a going-away party my parents had just before my father left for Vietnam. He said he still gets hard every time thinking about walking in on my mom getting fucked by his CO from behind while sucking his best friend's cock. And how they laughed about trying to keep it "clean" until the straight couples left. He said how much he liked it when the CO's wife came up behind him, took out his cock and was stroking it while the two of them watched my mom get fucked to orgasm by her husband and then my dad's best friend. But nothing compared to how hot it was watching her be such a slut, how she came so hard and had to bite down on pillows when she came.
At that point, remembering her biting the pillow the night before, my cock was pumping cum uncontrollably and I had to scramble to catch it in my T-Shirt and shorts, not on the floor or bed. I was still hard, it almost hurt.
I wanted to see pictures of a woman being fucked from behind while she sucked a dick. But I also wanted to keep reading. And I had only limited time. I kept reading the first letter. What I read next made me cum, fully without touching my cock.
My father said "I bet Mike is like me, I bet he likes to watch". He went on, "That was a good idea that Ted [her boss] had to leave the shades up when you tan, maybe Mike will sneak around and watch you". So her boss knew I saw them, she knew and my father knew! And they were all turned on by it. I came so much that there was a good amount on the carpet. Fuck! I spent the next 20 minutes cleaning it up as best I could and hoping it dried before my mother would notice. I put the magazine and letters away, after having read the first (there is more) and I was "saving" the second.
So, yeah, I was hooked. More to follow.
The next day I had about an hour to myself in the house and rushed into my mom's bedroom. My hands were shaking, my dick was already hard, as I opened the top drawer of her nightstand. Right on top were two letters, in envelopes, that I had not seen and under them was a magazine that my father had probably sent or we had brought back from Germany when we were stationed there. I made a careful note of how the letters were laying - if you've ever snuck into your parents "porn drawer" you know what I'm talking about. Then I took out the two letters and the magazine assuming these were what my mom was looking at when she was masturbating and pillow humping with the magic wand the night before. I checked the dates so I could make sure I read them in chronological order. I laid the magazine aside on the bed.
OK, first, the magazine is of the type you can't get anymore. It was a nudist magazine. Seemingly innocent and what passed for porn in those days. It was filled with German and other European families outdoors playing volleyball, posing for photos, even playing tug-of-war (pretty funny by itself, who does that?). Toward the middle of the magazine were photos taken inside the cabins. The mother, father, sons and daughters posed like maybe it was a Xmas card, except they were nude. My favorite pics were of a mother and two sons. The mother is on her knees with her arms wrapped around her sons. She is naked, and her nipples are hard. Her sons have their arms wrapped around her shoulders. And their dicks are hard. In the series, with the same woman and sons, an older man, old enough to be her or her husbands father, is standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She has a look of almost ecstasy on her face and her sons, still hard, are looking at her tits and her face. In another the woman is standing between her husband and the older man, arms around her, her with her arms around them, and both men have very large hardons. I left the page open and started to read the letters, dick in hand.
I opened the first letter still shaking uncontrollably over my whole body. The letter started right out reminiscing about a going-away party my parents had just before my father left for Vietnam. He said he still gets hard every time thinking about walking in on my mom getting fucked by his CO from behind while sucking his best friend's cock. And how they laughed about trying to keep it "clean" until the straight couples left. He said how much he liked it when the CO's wife came up behind him, took out his cock and was stroking it while the two of them watched my mom get fucked to orgasm by her husband and then my dad's best friend. But nothing compared to how hot it was watching her be such a slut, how she came so hard and had to bite down on pillows when she came.
At that point, remembering her biting the pillow the night before, my cock was pumping cum uncontrollably and I had to scramble to catch it in my T-Shirt and shorts, not on the floor or bed. I was still hard, it almost hurt.
I wanted to see pictures of a woman being fucked from behind while she sucked a dick. But I also wanted to keep reading. And I had only limited time. I kept reading the first letter. What I read next made me cum, fully without touching my cock.
My father said "I bet Mike is like me, I bet he likes to watch". He went on, "That was a good idea that Ted [her boss] had to leave the shades up when you tan, maybe Mike will sneak around and watch you". So her boss knew I saw them, she knew and my father knew! And they were all turned on by it. I came so much that there was a good amount on the carpet. Fuck! I spent the next 20 minutes cleaning it up as best I could and hoping it dried before my mother would notice. I put the magazine and letters away, after having read the first (there is more) and I was "saving" the second.
So, yeah, I was hooked. More to follow.
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Later that night, when my mom got home from work, it occurred to me I hadn't spoken with or seen her since I spied on her the night before. And I couldn't count how many times I had cum since then. At dinner my mom said that she was having some people over from work on Friday night. If we wanted to stay at friends houses it was alright (it was always alright - we were good sons). But if we stayed we should stay in our rooms. Now - my mother was the bookkeeper at an all male company. So, unless they were bringing wives and GF's, it was going to be a sausage fest. No problem, I used to spend a lot of time reading in my room and my little brother was almost always hanging out at one of his friends' house.
The thing was, and it was going to be a problem, I knew what was going to happen on Friday night and my dick was hard as hell. Unfortunately, I had been playing basketball and was wearing shorts and I would not have been able to hide my hardon and it was not going to go away of its own accord. Here is why: In the first letter I had read the night before, my father mentioned how happy he was they had "invested" in a "Polaroid Land Camera" (they were kind of expensive) since he didn't work with guys that could develop film for him anymore. He asked my mother if she would send some new nude pics, and if she could arrange it, even some "action shots" with another guy.
I finished dinner and managed to keep my uncontrollable shaking to a minimum. But this was burning into my psyche in a way only hotwife lovers and cuckolds understand. I had no idea what might happen, if anything, or what I might see, if anything, but my mind was racing and my cock was throbbing. I was soaking through my jockstrap and shorts with pre-cum. I did manage to get away and to the shower without being noticed. I took off my cum-soaked jockstrap and gym shorts and threw them in the hamper. I showered, warm shower, and jacked off. But even as I was drying off, my dick was hard. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my bedroom hoping to hide my uncontrollable hardon.
Eventually I was able to change into pajamas and re-join the family watching TV. Then, to my horror, my mother said that if we had any dirty clothes in our bedrooms to bring them out, she was going to do laundry. Fuck, it was the first time it ever occurred to me that she would see my cum-stains anywhere I left them. My mind was racing and I rationalized that dried cumstains might not get noticed but my jockstrap was soaked, and my gym shorts had a noticeable stain on them. I figured I would take my wet towel and wrap it around my cum-soaked jockstrap. I got the towel and went to put it in the hamper but my mother had already taken the hamper, with my cum-stained jockstrap on top of pile, to our garage where the washer and dryer were. OK, here it gets a little weird.
I sort of froze, didn't know what I was going to do. Despite anything I had thought I knew, we were still acting under the pre-tense that I was perfectly naive and so was my mother. I figured I would just take my wet towel to the garage and maybe get lucky, like maybe she hadn't started sorting yet, and wrap it around my soaked jockstrap and wet gym shorts. When I stepped into the garage I got the second most erotic eyeful of my life associated with the garage - my mother had my jockstrap in her hand and was holding it to her face. With one hand touching her crotch, outside her pants, her other hand held the jockstrap to her nose as she inhaled, eyes closed. She then darted her tongue out to taste the cum and then, tossed the jockstrap into the washer. I really did not know what to make of that display but, once again, my dick was rock hard and all I had on was pajamas. I went back into my bedroom and jacked off into the towel. Took less than 30 seconds. I then took the towel out to my mother and went back to watching TV. Both of us acting like nothing had happened.
More to follow. I'll jump to the following Friday night.
Later that night, when my mom got home from work, it occurred to me I hadn't spoken with or seen her since I spied on her the night before. And I couldn't count how many times I had cum since then. At dinner my mom said that she was having some people over from work on Friday night. If we wanted to stay at friends houses it was alright (it was always alright - we were good sons). But if we stayed we should stay in our rooms. Now - my mother was the bookkeeper at an all male company. So, unless they were bringing wives and GF's, it was going to be a sausage fest. No problem, I used to spend a lot of time reading in my room and my little brother was almost always hanging out at one of his friends' house.
The thing was, and it was going to be a problem, I knew what was going to happen on Friday night and my dick was hard as hell. Unfortunately, I had been playing basketball and was wearing shorts and I would not have been able to hide my hardon and it was not going to go away of its own accord. Here is why: In the first letter I had read the night before, my father mentioned how happy he was they had "invested" in a "Polaroid Land Camera" (they were kind of expensive) since he didn't work with guys that could develop film for him anymore. He asked my mother if she would send some new nude pics, and if she could arrange it, even some "action shots" with another guy.
I finished dinner and managed to keep my uncontrollable shaking to a minimum. But this was burning into my psyche in a way only hotwife lovers and cuckolds understand. I had no idea what might happen, if anything, or what I might see, if anything, but my mind was racing and my cock was throbbing. I was soaking through my jockstrap and shorts with pre-cum. I did manage to get away and to the shower without being noticed. I took off my cum-soaked jockstrap and gym shorts and threw them in the hamper. I showered, warm shower, and jacked off. But even as I was drying off, my dick was hard. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my bedroom hoping to hide my uncontrollable hardon.
Eventually I was able to change into pajamas and re-join the family watching TV. Then, to my horror, my mother said that if we had any dirty clothes in our bedrooms to bring them out, she was going to do laundry. Fuck, it was the first time it ever occurred to me that she would see my cum-stains anywhere I left them. My mind was racing and I rationalized that dried cumstains might not get noticed but my jockstrap was soaked, and my gym shorts had a noticeable stain on them. I figured I would take my wet towel and wrap it around my cum-soaked jockstrap. I got the towel and went to put it in the hamper but my mother had already taken the hamper, with my cum-stained jockstrap on top of pile, to our garage where the washer and dryer were. OK, here it gets a little weird.
I sort of froze, didn't know what I was going to do. Despite anything I had thought I knew, we were still acting under the pre-tense that I was perfectly naive and so was my mother. I figured I would just take my wet towel to the garage and maybe get lucky, like maybe she hadn't started sorting yet, and wrap it around my soaked jockstrap and wet gym shorts. When I stepped into the garage I got the second most erotic eyeful of my life associated with the garage - my mother had my jockstrap in her hand and was holding it to her face. With one hand touching her crotch, outside her pants, her other hand held the jockstrap to her nose as she inhaled, eyes closed. She then darted her tongue out to taste the cum and then, tossed the jockstrap into the washer. I really did not know what to make of that display but, once again, my dick was rock hard and all I had on was pajamas. I went back into my bedroom and jacked off into the towel. Took less than 30 seconds. I then took the towel out to my mother and went back to watching TV. Both of us acting like nothing had happened.
More to follow. I'll jump to the following Friday night.
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To continue. Thanks for the feedback. It is surprisingly hot to actually confess these things from so long ago. If you share the experience you know how I feel.
So, I had watched my mom sucking her boss's cock, then watched as she humped a pillow and Hitachi Magic Wand while reading sex letters from my father where he wrote about watching her fucking other guys. It was in those letters that my fetishes and kinks took root. She clearly never denied my father any sex. He just really got off on her fucking other guys. I was only just starting to find out how much. Apparently it had been going on their entire marriage.
I was obsessing on the image of my mother getting fucked while sucking another guy's cock. For some reason, thinking about her getting fucked by her much older boss (he was late 40's, early 50's - could have been her father) made it even more erotic. Like she "had" to submit to his perverted will. She had told me and my little brother she was planning on having people from work over on Friday night. What I knew, from reading the last letters, was my dad had asked her for some "new nudes" and "action shots" - with other guys. It had to be Friday night. I don't think I slept the next two nights. My dick was hard anytime I was home, and half the time in school.
On Friday night my little brother had already left to stay with friends. My mother was putting out snacks and beers in a beer cooler and I helped her. She asked if I was staying with friends. I said I would just hang out in my room. She gave me a strange look, the first time I had ever seen it, and said OK. I thought she would tell me to stay in my room, take some snacks and a book or something like that. She didn't. She told me she was taking a shower and to get the door if anyone came while she was in the shower. And then she said - sorry - did you need to take a shower too? Do you mind waiting until later? No problem. What actually flashed through my head was, why don't I take one with you? To save time and water.
She was in the shower for about 20 minutes, my dick was hard, of course and the door bell rang. It was her boss, Ted, and two younger guys from work I had never met. Ted was nice, introduced me to the other two. I told them my mom was in the shower. Ted asked if I was staying overnight with friends or if I was hanging out there at the house. I thought that was weird but told him I was just hanging out or maybe I'd go out and play some basketball. He didn't even hide the look he shared with the other two guys, like, well, this kid's gonna be around.
My mom came out in a sundress, no nylons, sandals with short heels and makeup (red lipstick), hair in a ponytail and a pearl necklace. I remember all of this because she rarely dressed like that. She normally wore jeans or pretty conservative clothes, little or no makeup and never had her hair in a ponytail. She was only 29 or 30 so she could pull it off. For some reason one item in particular stood out in my mind - on her right ankle she was wearing an anklet. I had never seen anything like that, and neither had Ted or the others. She hugged each of them, holding the hug longer with Ted and kissing him on the lips, not too sexy. They told her how nice she looked and asked about the anklet, they had never seen one before. She said my father had sent it to her from Saigon. He saw some of the French diplomat's wives and embassy wive's wearing them and he liked them. Hmm.
They started the charcoal grill and put some steaks on while having small talk and drinking beer and vodka tonics. I was definitely not hungry at all. I was trying to figure out - should I go play basketball or just make an excuse and go to my room or hang out with the adults. I wasn't a little kid, but not an adult. I read a lot and could hold a conversation with adults but I didn't consider myself social. I didn't want to be rude and just go to my room and I definitely wanted whatever was going to happen, to happen. If she did get some "action shots" there was a chance that she would put them in a sealed envelope before I could find them and see them. And I really wanted to see them. I kept thinking about my father saying how hot it was to watch my mother getting fucked by his CO while blowing his best friend. How hot it was when she came, screaming into the pillow to dull the noise. How hard it made him to watch his best friend cum in her fucking her from behind while his CO watched them and watched his own wife jacking off my father.
After her first vodka tonic (the only drink she ever had, when she drank) my mother started settling into a very relaxed, very friendly, touchy-feely mode. I had seen her like this before but had never made the connection. At one point she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me and pushed her tits into my back. I was a few inches taller than her, not yet fully grown. It was my imagination I'm sure but I thought I could feel her hard nipples. It occurred to me she wasn't wearing a bra and I couldn't stop myself from getting hard. A few minutes later I caught her with the light behind her in silhouette and could plainly see the outline of her very sexy, womanly breasts with just the slightest, really sexy, droop. She was not wearing a bra. Even with 36C she didn't have to wear one. (Though she always wore one, just not that Friday night). I wasn't the only who caught the silhouette. One of the young guys caught me staring and just sort of smirked. Today I know that expression really well - it's the one your wife's new young stud gives you just before he puts her on her knees to suck his cock. And, sometimes the smirk is especially snide because he knows he's not the only one that's going to be fucking your wife. That was the look.
The two young guys were on the patio, drinking beers and my mom and her boss had gone to the kitchen to get salad or something. Even I knew they had been gone "a while". It made my dick hard imagining what might be happening. So hard, in fact, I temporarily lost my sense and decided that I would go "check on them". As I approached the kitchen (it was not a big house at all) I could already hear the sounds of two people kissing. A slight purr. Lips and tongues. I should have stopped. I didn't. I turned the corner into the kitchen. I stopped.
Ted had my mother pinned up against the counter, in the corner. Her arms were around his neck pulling him in as they kissed. His arms were around the lower part of her body. He had pulled her sundress up leaving only inches below where her panties would still be covered. Her legs were bare and she had one hooked around his knee. The right leg, with the anklet. Ted grabbed my mother under her ass and lifted her to the counter. She wrapped both legs around his waist and broke the kiss. She was looking past his shoulder and staring right at me. It was the same look she gave me earlier. I knew then what it was. It is the look your wife gives you, the one she holds just a little longer than usual, right before she gets a new fat cock shoved in her pussy or is just about to take a brand new shiny black cock down her throat - the look that lets you know she wants to make sure you are ok with this.
And it scared the crap out of me. I didn't know how to react - she knew! It was happening! And my cock was oozing, actually, my cock was pumping, pre-cum into my shorts. I couldn't breathe and I was shaking so hard I thought she could see it. I turned, went to my bedroom, closed the door, went to pull out my cock and jack off into a t-shirt but before I got that far I was cumming.
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To continue. Thanks for the feedback. It is surprisingly hot to actually confess these things from so long ago. If you share the experience you know how I feel.
So, I had watched my mom sucking her boss's cock, then watched as she humped a pillow and Hitachi Magic Wand while reading sex letters from my father where he wrote about watching her fucking other guys. It was in those letters that my fetishes and kinks took root. She clearly never denied my father any sex. He just really got off on her fucking other guys. I was only just starting to find out how much. Apparently it had been going on their entire marriage.
I was obsessing on the image of my mother getting fucked while sucking another guy's cock. For some reason, thinking about her getting fucked by her much older boss (he was late 40's, early 50's - could have been her father) made it even more erotic. Like she "had" to submit to his perverted will. She had told me and my little brother she was planning on having people from work over on Friday night. What I knew, from reading the last letters, was my dad had asked her for some "new nudes" and "action shots" - with other guys. It had to be Friday night. I don't think I slept the next two nights. My dick was hard anytime I was home, and half the time in school.
On Friday night my little brother had already left to stay with friends. My mother was putting out snacks and beers in a beer cooler and I helped her. She asked if I was staying with friends. I said I would just hang out in my room. She gave me a strange look, the first time I had ever seen it, and said OK. I thought she would tell me to stay in my room, take some snacks and a book or something like that. She didn't. She told me she was taking a shower and to get the door if anyone came while she was in the shower. And then she said - sorry - did you need to take a shower too? Do you mind waiting until later? No problem. What actually flashed through my head was, why don't I take one with you? To save time and water.
She was in the shower for about 20 minutes, my dick was hard, of course and the door bell rang. It was her boss, Ted, and two younger guys from work I had never met. Ted was nice, introduced me to the other two. I told them my mom was in the shower. Ted asked if I was staying overnight with friends or if I was hanging out there at the house. I thought that was weird but told him I was just hanging out or maybe I'd go out and play some basketball. He didn't even hide the look he shared with the other two guys, like, well, this kid's gonna be around.
My mom came out in a sundress, no nylons, sandals with short heels and makeup (red lipstick), hair in a ponytail and a pearl necklace. I remember all of this because she rarely dressed like that. She normally wore jeans or pretty conservative clothes, little or no makeup and never had her hair in a ponytail. She was only 29 or 30 so she could pull it off. For some reason one item in particular stood out in my mind - on her right ankle she was wearing an anklet. I had never seen anything like that, and neither had Ted or the others. She hugged each of them, holding the hug longer with Ted and kissing him on the lips, not too sexy. They told her how nice she looked and asked about the anklet, they had never seen one before. She said my father had sent it to her from Saigon. He saw some of the French diplomat's wives and embassy wive's wearing them and he liked them. Hmm.
They started the charcoal grill and put some steaks on while having small talk and drinking beer and vodka tonics. I was definitely not hungry at all. I was trying to figure out - should I go play basketball or just make an excuse and go to my room or hang out with the adults. I wasn't a little kid, but not an adult. I read a lot and could hold a conversation with adults but I didn't consider myself social. I didn't want to be rude and just go to my room and I definitely wanted whatever was going to happen, to happen. If she did get some "action shots" there was a chance that she would put them in a sealed envelope before I could find them and see them. And I really wanted to see them. I kept thinking about my father saying how hot it was to watch my mother getting fucked by his CO while blowing his best friend. How hot it was when she came, screaming into the pillow to dull the noise. How hard it made him to watch his best friend cum in her fucking her from behind while his CO watched them and watched his own wife jacking off my father.
After her first vodka tonic (the only drink she ever had, when she drank) my mother started settling into a very relaxed, very friendly, touchy-feely mode. I had seen her like this before but had never made the connection. At one point she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me and pushed her tits into my back. I was a few inches taller than her, not yet fully grown. It was my imagination I'm sure but I thought I could feel her hard nipples. It occurred to me she wasn't wearing a bra and I couldn't stop myself from getting hard. A few minutes later I caught her with the light behind her in silhouette and could plainly see the outline of her very sexy, womanly breasts with just the slightest, really sexy, droop. She was not wearing a bra. Even with 36C she didn't have to wear one. (Though she always wore one, just not that Friday night). I wasn't the only who caught the silhouette. One of the young guys caught me staring and just sort of smirked. Today I know that expression really well - it's the one your wife's new young stud gives you just before he puts her on her knees to suck his cock. And, sometimes the smirk is especially snide because he knows he's not the only one that's going to be fucking your wife. That was the look.
The two young guys were on the patio, drinking beers and my mom and her boss had gone to the kitchen to get salad or something. Even I knew they had been gone "a while". It made my dick hard imagining what might be happening. So hard, in fact, I temporarily lost my sense and decided that I would go "check on them". As I approached the kitchen (it was not a big house at all) I could already hear the sounds of two people kissing. A slight purr. Lips and tongues. I should have stopped. I didn't. I turned the corner into the kitchen. I stopped.
Ted had my mother pinned up against the counter, in the corner. Her arms were around his neck pulling him in as they kissed. His arms were around the lower part of her body. He had pulled her sundress up leaving only inches below where her panties would still be covered. Her legs were bare and she had one hooked around his knee. The right leg, with the anklet. Ted grabbed my mother under her ass and lifted her to the counter. She wrapped both legs around his waist and broke the kiss. She was looking past his shoulder and staring right at me. It was the same look she gave me earlier. I knew then what it was. It is the look your wife gives you, the one she holds just a little longer than usual, right before she gets a new fat cock shoved in her pussy or is just about to take a brand new shiny black cock down her throat - the look that lets you know she wants to make sure you are ok with this.
And it scared the crap out of me. I didn't know how to react - she knew! It was happening! And my cock was oozing, actually, my cock was pumping, pre-cum into my shorts. I couldn't breathe and I was shaking so hard I thought she could see it. I turned, went to my bedroom, closed the door, went to pull out my cock and jack off into a t-shirt but before I got that far I was cumming.
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So, I had to change my pants at least. I figured I would just go ahead and go play basketball for a while. In those days, gym shorts were pretty short on guys. And you had to wear a jockstrap. I did anyways because I was always getting hardons. I didn't have my jockstrap so I just put on gym shorts and a t-shirt and after mustering up some "courage" I went back out to rejoin everyone. They were out back on the patio and the table was set. I told my mother I was going to play some ball put she told me I didn't have to and besides, I should eat. I was not hungry at all. And the two young guys looked at each other when she told me to stay. But I stayed.
I ate some, everyone was chatting, and the chat started to get sexual, of course. We finished and cleared the table. Ted, myself and the youngest of the two guys (like 18) sat in the living room while my mother and the other guy (maybe 21, 22) cleaned up and did the dishes. They were gone a long time, but nobody said anything. When they returned the guy had his arm around my mother, and she had her arm around him. My mother asked me if I would mind taking some pictures. My mind flashed, I couldn't breath but it wasn't what I thought. One of the guys grabbed a bag that they had brought and emptied it out. There were 6 packs of Polaroid film in the bag. In those days, that was pretty expensive. Like $25 a pack. I put a fresh pack in the camera and my mother posed everyone. She had herself sitting, with the two young guys standing to each side of her. Behind her was her boss Ted. It reminded me of the pose in the nudist magazine my mother liked with the mom on her knees between her two sons. And the one with her older man behind her.
She gave a really sexy smile and told me take the pic. I took it, and then, while waiting for the whole development thing (about a minute) she and Ted moved in front of a lamp and she turned sideways with Ted, her boss standing in front of her with his arms on her shoulders and then she looked into the camera and told me to take the picture. In the picture she wasn't looking at the camera - she was looking down at Ted's crotch in a slight bow signalling total submission. You could see her tits through her sundress. I took the pic. The "pose" has remained one of my favorites. You know it, where you wife is just about to be ****** to her knees to take her master's cock down her throat and she loves it. She loves it because you aren't that forceful with her and she "needs" to be taken by a "real" man.
When the first one was developed I noticed that my mother's skirt had hiked up pretty high and she was showing a lot of thigh. I also noticed that one of the guys, Bill the 22 yr old, was hard! And you could tell that his cock was huge. For some reason, I found that incredibly arousing and, of course, I was hard. Problem was, it wasn't easy to hide my hardon in my gym shorts.
I didn't know if my head was going to explode or if I was going to pass out because there was no blood left in my brain. Then, to really make it unbearable, my mom came up to me and kissed me! On the lips! But quickly. Not actually sexy - except to this day I swear that was my first taste of cum. If so, it would have been Bill's - except he was hard in the picture a few minutes ago. I later realized, yeah he was hard, but it was the hardon you have when you are 22 and you just came in a milf hotwife's mouth and throat. She told me that she hoped I didn't mind but they were going to be doing some "adult things" for my dad. I thought that meant I should leave. I said "ok, I'll go play basketball". She said, "you don't have to".
I really didn't know what she wanted me to do or not do. It is the kind of cuckold-hotwife mental torture that I have since become so addicted to. Like when your wife signals she is about to act in ways she never acts with you. And you can chose to stay, you can leave, you can stand outside and listen, it's up to you. It's all on you but she is going to be doing things that she is "******" to. And she is going to love it.
It was crazy. My ears were ringing. I was sitting at the table, one pic developed, waiting for the other picture to develop and Ted came up behind my mom, again, and put his arms around her waist. The youngest guy - Eric - had picked up the camera and was fucking with it. My mother leaned over and put her hands on my knees while her ass was up in the air, on her short-high heeled legs. Ted was behind her still and had to be grinding his cock into her ass. She said my dad would like a picture of both of us. Her hands were on my bare legs! My cock was hard and she had to see it. I couldn't even put my hands over it, or a napkin, nothing. Again, I was oozing pre-cum. Eric took the picture and my mom kissed me again. This time, her tongue touched my lips.
As she stood up and leaned back into Ted, he put his face into the nape of her neck and started kissing her as his hands started to slowly move up her waist toward her tits, one of them slipped very slightly into her sundress, between the buttons. Her hands moved behind her, I couldn't see them. Putting her hands behind her made her tits stick out in front and I could see her hard nipples. She asked "you going to stay?"
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Continuing.
So, I had to change my pants at least. I figured I would just go ahead and go play basketball for a while. In those days, gym shorts were pretty short on guys. And you had to wear a jockstrap. I did anyways because I was always getting hardons. I didn't have my jockstrap so I just put on gym shorts and a t-shirt and after mustering up some "courage" I went back out to rejoin everyone. They were out back on the patio and the table was set. I told my mother I was going to play some ball put she told me I didn't have to and besides, I should eat. I was not hungry at all. And the two young guys looked at each other when she told me to stay. But I stayed.
I ate some, everyone was chatting, and the chat started to get sexual, of course. We finished and cleared the table. Ted, myself and the youngest of the two guys (like 18) sat in the living room while my mother and the other guy (maybe 21, 22) cleaned up and did the dishes. They were gone a long time, but nobody said anything. When they returned the guy had his arm around my mother, and she had her arm around him. My mother asked me if I would mind taking some pictures. My mind flashed, I couldn't breath but it wasn't what I thought. One of the guys grabbed a bag that they had brought and emptied it out. There were 6 packs of Polaroid film in the bag. In those days, that was pretty expensive. Like $25 a pack. I put a fresh pack in the camera and my mother posed everyone. She had herself sitting, with the two young guys standing to each side of her. Behind her was her boss Ted. It reminded me of the pose in the nudist magazine my mother liked with the mom on her knees between her two sons. And the one with her older man behind her.
She gave a really sexy smile and told me take the pic. I took it, and then, while waiting for the whole development thing (about a minute) she and Ted moved in front of a lamp and she turned sideways with Ted, her boss standing in front of her with his arms on her shoulders and then she looked into the camera and told me to take the picture. In the picture she wasn't looking at the camera - she was looking down at Ted's crotch in a slight bow signalling total submission. You could see her tits through her sundress. I took the pic. The "pose" has remained one of my favorites. You know it, where you wife is just about to be ****** to her knees to take her master's cock down her throat and she loves it. She loves it because you aren't that forceful with her and she "needs" to be taken by a "real" man.
When the first one was developed I noticed that my mother's skirt had hiked up pretty high and she was showing a lot of thigh. I also noticed that one of the guys, Bill the 22 yr old, was hard! And you could tell that his cock was huge. For some reason, I found that incredibly arousing and, of course, I was hard. Problem was, it wasn't easy to hide my hardon in my gym shorts.
I didn't know if my head was going to explode or if I was going to pass out because there was no blood left in my brain. Then, to really make it unbearable, my mom came up to me and kissed me! On the lips! But quickly. Not actually sexy - except to this day I swear that was my first taste of cum. If so, it would have been Bill's - except he was hard in the picture a few minutes ago. I later realized, yeah he was hard, but it was the hardon you have when you are 22 and you just came in a milf hotwife's mouth and throat. She told me that she hoped I didn't mind but they were going to be doing some "adult things" for my dad. I thought that meant I should leave. I said "ok, I'll go play basketball". She said, "you don't have to".
I really didn't know what she wanted me to do or not do. It is the kind of cuckold-hotwife mental torture that I have since become so addicted to. Like when your wife signals she is about to act in ways she never acts with you. And you can chose to stay, you can leave, you can stand outside and listen, it's up to you. It's all on you but she is going to be doing things that she is "******" to. And she is going to love it.
It was crazy. My ears were ringing. I was sitting at the table, one pic developed, waiting for the other picture to develop and Ted came up behind my mom, again, and put his arms around her waist. The youngest guy - Eric - had picked up the camera and was fucking with it. My mother leaned over and put her hands on my knees while her ass was up in the air, on her short-high heeled legs. Ted was behind her still and had to be grinding his cock into her ass. She said my dad would like a picture of both of us. Her hands were on my bare legs! My cock was hard and she had to see it. I couldn't even put my hands over it, or a napkin, nothing. Again, I was oozing pre-cum. Eric took the picture and my mom kissed me again. This time, her tongue touched my lips.
As she stood up and leaned back into Ted, he put his face into the nape of her neck and started kissing her as his hands started to slowly move up her waist toward her tits, one of them slipped very slightly into her sundress, between the buttons. Her hands moved behind her, I couldn't see them. Putting her hands behind her made her tits stick out in front and I could see her hard nipples. She asked "you going to stay?"
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