Slut mother

I wouldn't call my mother a slut because she was so good to us kids in every way, and she also worked full time in our local suburban pub in the kitchen. She enjoyed a couple of drinks but rarely got drunk. My father on the other hand was a heavy drinker who verbally abused my mother night after night and made life miserable for us all. After he was caught drink driving for the 5th time he was sent to prison for 4 months. It took my mother some time to adjust to not having him home, but after a while she would feed us kids and put us to bed, then go back to the pub for company 2 or 3 nights a week. Normally I wouldn't hear her come home, but late one Friday night I heard soft talking, could smell cigarettes. so I crept through the dark and peeked through the lounge door crack and there was my mother slumped in her chair with a glass of wine, a cigarette, and a strange man sucking on her nipple making her moan softly. I watched for a few minutes without making a sound, then she put her drink down and laid on her back on the rug, he pulled off her panties, and she spread her legs wide for him to ram his dick into her. This was all very new for a quiet 11yo boy but I learnt quickly what grownups do together.
The next Friday night was the same. The younger kids were asleep so I crept to my spot again when I heard the murmuring, and spied again. The same man was standing next to my mothers armchair fondling her big wobbling bare tits while he slowly shoved his dick in and out of her moaning mouth before she took off her pants, laid on the floor with her hairy pussy open wide for him, and he fucked her hard and she enjoyed it. It happened a few more times, once with a different older man, before my father was released and life went back to "normal" as before, and I wasn't aware of any other visitors after that. They have both passed away now, and I don't regard my mother as a slut, but just making the most of the circumstances.

I agree with you in that your mum was certainly no slut. I too had a similar experience to you when I was about 13. It would have been around 1970 then when I stumbled upon situations whereby my mother was being intimate with an other men who weren’t my father. Like you my parents have passed away although my father died by taking his own life in 1973. The treatment of people with mental health issues was at times quite harsh and very institutional.

My father struggled in many ways and it was a real uphill challenge for mum. Sometimes my father could be extremely depressed and other times quite excitable. It reached a point when he was admitted to a mental hospital sometimes for several months at a time.

To help with our income mum would take in a lodger for short periods of time whilst my father away. I can’t recall dates etc but I do recall a few individuals who lodged with us a few times. The first was a man called Roy who was quite friendly and I think he was a travelling salesman. My younger brother and I didn’t really do much with him except early evenings.

I think it was Roy’s third stay with us that things became clear that he was getting more familiar with mum. She was an attractive woman in her mid thirties who made a great effort in her appearance. At 13 years old I would have gone through the sexual attraction phase towards my mother as a natural process. Without my father around my protective instincts would have kicked in. That said Roy’s presence never troubled me as mum seemed quite happy.

I recall walking into the lounge one evening before bedtime witnessing them both sitting close to each other with his arm around her. I imagine they’d probably being petting. My younger brother had told me he’d seen Roy’s hand up her dress once as mum and he were messing about in the kitchen. Probably the most significant thing was discovering a discarded used condom in the bin in our bathroom.

To continue

It was obvious that Roy was sharing his bed with my mum. I started to hear her quietly sneak into his bedroom at night and at some point return to her own bed. On one occasion they were careless and had left his bedroom door open. I crept. onto the landing and positioned myself close by. I could hear the muffled cries of mum as he was no doubt pounding away at her pussy. Through the natural light I could just about make out her lying on her back with her thighs wide open. His thrusting intensified and the headboard was banging against the wall. Suddenly it stopped as they both appeared breathless. Quietly I crept back to bed with a raging erection.

I recall one golden memory (shortly before Christmas) when I knew they’d gone out to together I heard them return home and appeared louder than normal. It was clear they were quite merry and not fully aware of the disturbance they were causing. Again they were careless as the lounge door was wide open and the lights on. The sight that greeted me was something I’ll never forget. Her red party satin dress was wrapped around her waist. Her tights and panties discarded by her side as she lay on her back staring motionless at the ceiling. Roy’s face was buried into her thick auburn hairy bush as he was eating her. I was rooted to the spot completely transfixed. After what seemed like an eternity he lifted himself off her and unfastened his trousers. He dug out his cock which was enormous (compared to me) and slowly fed it into mum’s moist hairy thick cunt.

What then followed was a deep pounding as Roy’s arse banged away. Neither of them remotely aware of my presence. Something must have triggered my mum’s thought because she sensed he was close to releasing himself as she called out his name telling him to pull out of her. Moments later his stiff erection came into view as he shot his semen over her thighs and stomach with his bulbous purple cock dome twitching.

I made my escape swiftly and quickly.

Final part

That Christmas my dad came home for a few weeks. At first it was peaceful but afterwards he returned to hospital.

It was about late January when Roy reappeared and after a few nights of enjoying mum’s hospitality he announced he was being moved to a new area. That was the last we saw of Roy.

A few more lodgers came and went but never received mum’s attention. It was about Easter time when a man called Mustafa started lodging with us. As with Roy mum appeared quite smitten with him and in particular his dark tanned complexion. Unlike Roy I knew little about him other than he was Turkish and had business interests in London.

Unlike Roy Mustafa stayed in bed till my brother and I left for school. He was a lot older than Roy and I’d guess in his late 50’s. Mum worked as a shop assistant from late morning till early afternoon. This meant mum was alone in the house with him and I guess he charmed her into bed whilst alone together. I confirmed this when I managed to skip school one day and crept in through the back door.

I crept upstairs and Mustafa’s bedroom door was shut tightly. At first it was quiet but then that familiar sound of the headboard banging against the wall confirmed it. About a hour later whilst hiding in my bedroom I saw mum coming out of his room naked clutching her short nightie she often wore. I’ve no doubt she was satisfied after his attentions.

He stayed about 2 weeks then disappeared. About a three months later my nan came to stay for a few nights as it was announced mum was going into hospital. It was only later after many years I discovered that mum went into hospital for a termination. I’d imagine mum had slipped up and got herself pregnant with Mustafa.

This appeared to be the end of lodgers at our home. Mum kept up her strength and as I said my dad passed away a few years later. Eventually mum met a chap who’d just come out the services and settled down.

I make no judgment about my mother.

Love it! and I love sluts too!

I wish my mom, sister, and daughters were like that.

Your mom is just having fun.

Your mom sounds like a great bar slut! They're the best! Nasty, gonna catch something but good fucks. That's all that really matters isn't it, being a gokd fuck?