Mother Lust

She Loves It

They were having a passionate encounter in the shepherd's cabin. With Mike following close behind, she spooned while lying on her side. She eagerly took hold of his member, ready to engage in passionate, passionate movement. Her huge breasts protruded from under her bra as her top hung loosely and unfastened. When she turned around to face Mike again, her skirt had already reached her waist, her legs were spread wide, and he could feel her tits in his palms.

While she was talking to Mike, her lips were moving. The voice was muted by the window, so I couldn't understand a word she said, but she appeared to be having a good time and clearly had a genuine want to be there. As I observed, she grinned at Mike before turning to Donny, who stood nearby with his cock in his fist; it was clear that no one had coerced her into being there.

With lust evident on his face, Donny caressed his length as he fixed his gaze on my mother.

As Mike relentlessly pleasured my mother, her hairless vulva and loose labia clinging to his shaft with each outward stroke, she uttered a word or two, Donny, urging him to draw nearer with a swift twist of one arm and another word or two.

Seeing my own mother sucking on Donny's cock while taking a fucking surprised, horrified, and strangely thrilled me.

For some days, I had sensed that something was amiss. Both Donny and Mike began to be evasive. I had never felt tension between us before, and there was something sinister about their expressions. Something about their actions made me feel like they were trying to hide something from me. In an effort to assuage my suspicions, I resorted to amateur surveillance, which was an awkward attempt at following that I managed to evade. The more I followed the path that eventually brought me to my house, the more mystified Donny's former VW Golf seemed.

It wasn't immediately apparent. They probably parked around the corner and walked home since my mom instructed them to. I was fortunate enough to find a parking spot a few doors down from the house, tucked into a gap. From there, I observed their rapid, animated, and gestural double-back. I watched as Donny and Mike disregarded the front door in favor of the driveway, which they then used to navigate around the house's flanks en route to the backyard.

My parents had rented out a shepherd's hut at the end of the garden as an AirBnB, so I cautiously followed their trail after a minute of perplexion. It was a stretch, considering none of us were criminal masterminds, but at first I thought they may be keeping something illegal in the hut. Next, I started to wonder if they were really up to no good if they hadn't included me. Looking around, I waited a moment. When I came to the realization that no one else had any business being there, skulking around, strange feelings washed over me. The invaders were Donny and Mike. Not I. There was still an air of secrecy around me, though. I realized I had to be cunning in my approach because something was happening.

Peeping through the window from the short balcony, the shock of it washed over me like a wave of cold water. As my mother snogged their faces and my friends pawed at her tits and buttocks, my brain fought against the reality of what I was seeing—my two best friends encircling her, their hands caressing her body as she alternated between kissing them, tongues swirling, and desire evident.

I struggled to comprehend what was happening and let out a gasp of shock and bewilderment.

As the shock swept over me, I collapsed onto the patio, my mind etched with the horrific afterimage. I moaned incoherently. While I ducked my head for a minute or two, I could picture my mom and my friends standing with her white shirt undone, boobs showing, and skirt tucked into her hips. As my mother cocked her head to slobber kiss Donny, she wore black high heels, a black suspender belt, and old-fashioned stockings, with Mike's fingers intertwined with hers.

With my pulse racing and my hands shaking, I mustered up the courage to sneak a peak over the parapet once more; this time, the focus was squarely on the kissing, and my mother was ski-poling the dicks of both my pals.

I let out a low sigh as a combination of shock, rage, and an intense rush of sexual need washed over me.

With strong internal denial, I plunged away once more, my breath coming in short spurts.

I find it hard to believe.

This is just not going to happen.

During the few seconds I crouched beneath the window, my mind turned over and over. I thought about my mother: kind, sweet, and generous. Always quick to laugh. Bright and enjoyable fun. I recognized she was pretty. Despite her being my mother, I knew, in a vague, distant, non-sexual way, that she had a certain aesthetic appeal as well as an engaging personality. She wasn't a skinny young thing. My mother was ripe and voluptuous. She was not exactly fat, but she did have a couple of layers of good-living padding on her body. Nevertheless, her figure had a feminine shape that was attractive. She had the legs, too. I'd seen a couple of tradesmen taking a look on more than one occasion. I'd heard the flirty banter back-and-forth. I was aware my mother was attractive to men, and while Donny an

I looked over and saw my mother in her sexywear as they kissed and groped in the shepherd's hut.

I couldn't help but wonder how meticulously they had planned it all. It certainly wasn't a spur-of-the-moment affair; after all, she did wear a white blouse and black skirt to work—basic corporate attire. But high heels and stockings? I found it unusual for her.

Then I remembered my dad and the rage building up inside me as a result of my mother's betrayal.

On top of that, she was juggling not one but two of them simultaneously.

"Jesus, fuck," I moaned, my mother's slutishness hitting me like a ton of bricks.

As I glanced over the sill again, I saw my mother taking Mike's cock. We were on the green sofa, almost square to the window, and it was all plain to see. My mother was leaning on one hip and an elbow, and Mike was working her back onto his dick with one hand, and his other hand was beneath her angled torso, with tit-flesh spilling over his fingers. Mike was grinning from ear to ear, and my mother looked up to Donny with an expression that betrayed her delight.

My mother's lips were pushed out by Donny's ample size as her hand worked its way down to the base of his cock.

Over the next twenty minutes, I alternated between looking into the hut and crouched on the patio's wooden boards. My thoughts were all over the place, confused and full of impressions and sensations. I was sick and furious at the horrible thing my mom was doing with my friends. I considered storming in, screaming and angry, and venting my frustration as they blabbered about apologies and shock. I could spit and snarl and maybe even throw a punch or two.

Everything came to mind, including the fact that my mom was riding Donny in the cowgirl position with the condom snug around his cock and her mouth full of Mike. I imagined my dad, blissfully unaware of his wife's sucking and fucking of two boys the same age as her son.

My mother was being given good news by Mike as he fucked her hard, with her eyes closed and her head hanging loose. I groaned in despair at the strange surge of sexual desire, but it was exciting to see her with my friends. Her big tits swung, and the spare flesh at her hips rippled as Mike curled low over her back, his teeth brushing against the nape of my mother's neck. Then I looked again and saw my mother's mouth hanging open, her eyes closed, and her head lolling loose as Mike gave her a doggy-style fuck.

Then, as they were kissing, Donny got to his feet and wanked at his dick, his fist clenching fast, while the bulb was squeezed into the condom. My mother's face betrayed her need as she bared her teeth and snarled something back at Mike over one shoulder.

As I observed, Mike rose to his feet, slapped my mother's bottom three times, and then cocked his head to look up at the ceiling.

"Shit," I said as the realization hit me that Mike was completely engrossed in the condom.

His anxious countenance betrayed his impending arrival, while my mother's expression shifted from excitement to astonishment as she leaned in to observe.

I gazed fixedly at the trembling teat and the condom laden with gooey ejaculate as Mike tightened his body, muscles relaxing, and his head drooping forward, the cock falling free.