My boyfriend slept with my mom and I'm not bothered by it.

So, my best friends think I'm weird that I allowed my boyfriend of 3 years to sleep with my mom.

So, just so we have a background. I am a very shy, introverted person. I like being alone, I don't like conflict, I just like my space. With that, I'm also kinda a female perv. I'm a goonette, I love porn and masturbating, I do have a bunch of fetish's and fantasies. I live with my older sister and younger brother and my single mom. I say single specifically because she's been without a partner for 6 years. I can only assume she's lonely.

My mom is a very attractive woman. She's now in her early 20s, doing good career wise, moms a high school teacher and tries her best to always make time for us. Especially my brother, he's still in high school and always benefits from the fact that our mom works at his school. I would say, full disclosure, mom does have a really sexy figure. For a woman of her age, she's still very good looking.

My boyfriend on the other hand is completely opposite of what I am. He's a very confident young man, very devoted to ensuring I'm always happy. He's a very caring and talkative person. People really love him. And as of late, I've noticed, he and my mom had become very acquainted. They loved to be in each other's company, my mom doesn't usually get a lot of her children, my sis and I just don't talk much. I guess it's cos we've all in different age groups. Not gaps from each other, but like long enough that you just don't share the same interests as you won't understand them or be entertained by them.

Anyway, one Saturday evening, I had just come from work, when I heard an unfamiliar noise coming from my mom's room. I krept closer to her door when I could finally make the sounds of my mother moaning, as well of the sounds of skin clapping against skin. Was my mom actually doing what I thought she was doing.

I finally reached my mom's room for, and slowly took a peak, trying not to be spotted. I know it's kinda weird but I was very excited to know my mother had brought someone home and is having sex again. It's been far to long. As I put my head out far enough to see any action, my heart stood still for a millisecond. I saw my mother, butt naked, bent over her bed, legs spread fat apart from each other. And behind her, as Naked as I can picture, my boyfriend ploying the Mario coins out of her. I can still remember looking at the expression of pleasure on my mother's face. I stood there frozen in place as I spied on my mom and boyfriend fuck, a million thoughts ran through I head. I was so distraught, I snuck back slowly hiding just outside the door. I was met with such heartache and regret in my heart at one point m could my boyfriend do this to me. How could my own mother do this to me. I began to tear up thinking about the aftermath of this. But at the same time, I couldn't help feel joy for my mother, she had been without a sexual partner for so long, I was glad to finally know a huge part of her is now being fulfilled. I tried to guilt myself into believing what was happening a few meters away from me was somewhat okay, and somewhat right. I tried to convince myself to look at the positives of these actions and not to dwell on the negatives. The more and more I thought about positivity, the more I started to believe it, and this strangely turned me on. I started focusing more on her moaning after every clap, I could also hear my boyfriend groaning as he fucked my mom as well. Occasionally they would indulge in a bit of dirty talk. I heard things my mom said like the usually things you hear in porn like, "yes baby, oh God, don't stop". My boyfriend is generally a vocal lover, he would always say things like "you feel so fucking good baby" or ask things like "Whose pussy is this?" which is one of my biggest turn one. All the sounds, all that moaning and dirty talking really worked me up. I peaked my eye out once more to get a view of my boyfriend taking my mother dodgystyle, and I instantly became wet at the sight of it. He looked like he had a real grip on my mom's hips and really fucked her. Like the type of sex you'd have when you finally get that chance to fuck someone you've always wanted to get your hands on.

I watched as he went in and out of her, and my pain turned to pleasure as I watched him fuck my mother. The way he was talking her, it's like as if he's soul craved it. Shortly after watching them, guilt came across my heart. A feeling of uncertainty about why's this am happening and how it came to be. Memories played back like a cinema real of all those things they became close and all those times they always hung out alone. I was always there, they just hung out by themselves and y'know, spoke. I would have never thought it could've led to this. More guilty then came rushing over my body this time, slow shivering to my wet garden of Eden, wanting to me touched so bad. I couldn't help myself anymore. The heat rushing to my lower body, picturing my boyfriend fucking my mother, I slowly moved my hand down my pants and into my panties. Moving out in place, feeling the warm slippery moisture between my legs. I slowly started making light circles around my pussy, feeling ever guilty about my actions, about their actions. I couldn't resist the fact that the sounds and the thought of them fucking was making me super horny. I needed to release. I stood there, outside of the room door and started touching my pussy right there. I kept making circular motions, picking up the pace, but trying my utmost best not to make a noise. A big sense of horniness also kicked in, like why was I liking this. Why was my masturbating to my boyfriend fucking my mom. Why was I touching myself to the fact that my boyfriend is cheating on me, with my own blood. My was I happy that my mother was finally having good proper sex. And went the Fuck was I picturing my boyfriend, as my father fucking my mother just the way she likes it. Something seriously changed in me at that moment. I suddenly had no issue with my boyfriends activities with my mother. I wanted him to fuck her good. I wanted her to feel sexual wanted again. I felt a strange, weird feeling of happiness. I kept touching my pussy, now fingering myself, grazing my g-spot over and over till I could feel a build up of pressure in my lower body.

I stopped myself, pulling my greedy hands away from my pulsing pussy, stopping myself from what would've been the best orgasm I wouldn't ever had. I knew if I had allowed things to play through with my body, I would've screamed during that orgasm. I slowly stood up and crept out the door and let them have their time to each other. I went to the nearest store and then texted my mom that I'm at the store and will be home soon. I figured that give them enough time to tidy up the place of they wish to stop before I get home.

When I got home, I was greeted by my boyfriend as a "surprise". I acted very "surprised" to see him there and have him a peck kissed on the lips. I could taste a sweet muskiness on his lips. No doubt he's been here for a while. I then spent the rest of the day trying to be normal. We watched and movie and talked a bit, we obviously made out, though I think he started to become self aware about the scent he's mouth and releasing and excuses himself to use the bathroom. When he came back, I could now smell and taste a freshly brushed mouth. I questioned him about it, trying to fish something of a confession out of him, but he came up with a lame lie like, feeling his mouth was too dirty and didn't wanna kiss me like that.

The next Monday. I spoke to my best friend about it because I needed to speak about to someone. In the end, she kinda judged me, not completely but it was there. I kinda want it to happen again.

Related Posts

More Related Posts