Sex Stories

Mother with another guy

I never told my friends about my past life, no one at all. My father died early. But with my mother not

everything was so simple... Either because of the pain, or for some other reason, my mother drank

constantly. Even while my father lived, she secretly drank alcohol, but after his death, she seemed to

be out of control.

We can say, hastily, that my life became a living hell. Men were constantly appearing in the house. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

They disappeared at the same rate as the bottles. And what was remarkable, is that they never

appeared again, but new ones always arrived to replace them. It was an endless marathon.

At the age of 10 I already learned that there are sexual relations between a man and a woman. I woke

up one night, I heard some sounds coming from my mother's bedroom. I was wondering what was

going on. What I saw moved me to the core.

They were both completely naked. The man had flabby buttocks and very hairy legs. For some reason,

this is exactly what is etched into my childhood memory. His back was to me, so I couldn't see what he

was doing with his hand. She paced back and forth with him, as if mixing a cocktail in a shaker.

Now I know that if a man does this, he just masturbates to get turned on. My boss sometimes

masturbates in front of me too, although I do it in a more professional way. I just don't like when a man

turns himself on, I like to take matters into my own hands.

Mom was lying on her back with her legs spread. She squeezed her breasts, then began to caress

herself from below, while her back was hunched, it was clear that it was a pleasure. Her long hair,

though unwashed and unkempt, was strewn across her pillow. She seemed so beautiful to me when

she was relatively sober on rare occasions.

And today she was being played by another man whom I really did not know. I wanted to leave, but

curiosity stopped me.

"What, my queen, are you ready for me to thrust my dagger into you?" Asked the man.

My mother only laughed in response. The stranger lay on top of her and spread her legs further.

"How hot you are, how everything burns inside you." The man continued, shoving all five fingers into

my mother's legs. "Do you want me to caress you and then you to me?"

"We are better together." Mom said hoarsely. "Lie on top, let me indulge you naughty."

The man lay on top of her so that his penis was level with her mouth, and he bent my mother's legs at

her knees and began to lick her crotch. The penis in front of my eyes was getting bigger, the lips were

swollen, full of red.

The male tongue was skillfully handled on my mother's clitoris. I could clearly see how he penetrated

her somewhere deep inside her. The dick did not go unnoticed. Mom licked it, played with his balls on

the way. She swallowed it, stimulated it with her fingers.

At some point, it seemed to me that she was about to die, because the man was putting his penis so

much in her mouth that she seemed to stop breathing.

"Oh excellent." The man breathed and seemed to go limp, having finished his frictions. A fine stream of

liquid came out of my mother's mouth, which she began to rub over her body, rubbing her breasts with

special care.

Her breasts, surprisingly to everyone, were stretchy like a girls. Even though my mother was pregnant

a decent part of the time, her breasts stood up like a young woman's. Now I saw how her nipples stood

on end, sticking out like cherries. And the man leans over to them and starts sucking.

Mom blushed, began to help the man, wrinkled her breasts with one hand and with the other brought

his head close to her chest. I noticed that the man's penis started to get bigger again. He now lay on

top of her, spread her legs and started injecting it between my mom's legs.

I like it when a man is on top, precisely for the moment that he is pushing with his legs, making it like a

man in such a way that I don't want to resist. Then he lies on top, but it's not difficult for me. He also

takes my legs and throws them around his neck.

This is an absolutely crazy feeling! And at the same time you know that in this position your crotch is

completely visible to him, he admires what he will now take over. Its lips are swollen, the gap is already

open, like a rosebud, only it does not prick like thorns, but it gives pleasure.

Mom threw her head back, curved her back, dug her nails into the man's back, and moaned with

pleasure. The male penis with a wet sob was like a piston, penetrating deeper and deeper. This went

on for about ten minutes, her moans getting longer and longer. At some point, a scream escaped both

of them.

The man fell down exhausted and lay on my mother for a little longer, then took his penis out of her and

put it in the woman's mouth.

"Come on, I know how you like my sperm, work more with your mouth." He knelt down, leaning over

her face.

I saw his hairy buttocks again, among which were huge balls. Mom began to touch them with her

fingers, in parallel with her other hand she grabbed his penis, put it in her mouth and began to lick.

The man was simply delighted with this, his head thrown back, with pleasure he seemed to purr like a

March cat. They were so addicted to sex that they didn't notice me at all.

To get a better look at what was happening myself, I peeked out almost completely from behind the

door. I recovered and bolted out the door again. I wanted to know how it would end.

They both got out of bed and sat at the coffee table. The man sat in a chair with his legs spread apart.

His penis was small, not the same as what he put my mother in her vagina. Later I learned how it

grows rapidly in size, bringing us joy and pleasure.

After having had a couple of glasses in one gulp, my mother was completely drunk, she barely made it

to bed and collapsed, not even hiding. The man came up behind her and put her on all fours. Mom's

butt was almost in front of his face. She was white, a strip of clitoris was visible between her legs, her

lips were swollen again and little jets of liquid flowed down her legs.

"It's fluid, bitch." He said, stroking my mother's buttocks. "Well, what do we have there?"

With these words, he opened her ass. A small brown hole in the anus opened in front of me. He dipped

his finger into her and began to slowly push inside. He did it with difficulty, judging from his words.

"Damn, how tight." He was already trying to get two fingers in. “Nobody has claimed you yet, or what?

Somewhere there must be a little cream. Anyway, you are a woman, although drunk. The creams must

be somewhere, look, the hands are so soft.

(continued in next chapter)