lustful sin & closest kin, part 1

When I was in my childhood I never gave my mom, (or sex for that matter) much thought until one day when I was in my early teens a profound experience changed my sexuality forever. I was playing with some friends in a vacant lot a few blocks from my home when I saw my mother drive by in her car. An odd feeling came over me, she did not look normal, even though I only caught a glimpse of her as she drove by she looked flushed, and determined, maybe even scared, and was obviously so preoccupied that she never noticed we were there. After a half hour or so, I left my friends and walked up the street until I saw mom’s car parked at a neighbor’s house. She was parked in the driveway of a mobile home that was a part time residence of an old friend of the family. I decided to see what was up, so I walked up the steps and started to knock, but before I did, I looked through the small window in the front door of the single wide trailer. I could see that no one was in the living room, but I could see her purse on the couch. “That is odd, she must be using the bathroom or something, but where is he?” I thought. Concerned, I began walking around the trailer and as I approached the Back end of it, I began hearing noises, I could faintly hear my mother saying “ohh!!, ohh!!”, in a regular rhythm. I approached a window and the noises grew clearer, it was my mother all right, and she was making some unusual noises, it sounded like sounds she would make if she was shocked or surprised by some important news but it was a long and drawn out, high pitched cry.

I thought, “Man, he might be hurting her!”, so I picked a concealed route to bring me up closer to the window. The cheap trailer window had the panes cranked out to let in air and as I got closer I could clearly hear bedsprings squeaking, heavy breathing, and an occasional muffled grunt along with my mother’s continuous rhythm of exclamations. Only then did it dawn on me that my “friendly neighbor” was fucking my mom! Time stood still and I froze there in disbelief. My mom’s voice continued growing steadily louder, faster, and more urgent. I slowly moved in front of the window where I could make out the old man’s shadowy figure through the window screen.