My Mom’s Secret, Part 1: The Discovery

For years I fantasized about my Mother. She was the first woman I ever imagined fucking. I jerked off to the thought of her placing my cock in her mouth after she took a long drag on her cigarette. Even after I got older, when she started aging a bit more in the face and her body wasn’t quite as toned and she replaced her Misty 120’s with the new E-Cigarette, she was still sexy to me and still the subject of an occasional fantasy.

Even though I viewed her as a sex object for over half of my life, I never imagined that she could or would actually be a sex object. She was too wholesome and committed to our family. She was a terrific mother and a loving, loyal, attentive wife. As much as I wanted her to be a slut that had no self-respect, it was something that I knew would always remain just a fantasy.

That was until April 21st, 2016. I was supposed to be at my girlfriend’s house that day, but little did my Mom know, she and I had broken up the night before. It wasn’t too upsetting. She was a good looking girl and a fun fuck and we had been together for over a year, but it was becoming clear over time that there wasn’t any long-term future for us. Besides, I was only 24 years old and I didn’t even know if I wanted to settle down with anyone at that point or any point.

Anyway, I stayed at my friend Colin’s house that night and decided to come home later in that next morning. I expected to come home to exactly what I always came home to … Mom washing the kitchen floor or cleaning her bedroom, maybe talking on the phone with one of my Aunt’s or my Grandmother, likely with her E-Cig in her hand since she never let it go. She would probably be in a t-shirt top and gym shorts, her normal attire around the house, and when she saw that I walked in she would be ecstatic to see me and ask how I was doing and what my plans for the day were.

That’s not what I walked into. As I walked in the house that morning I stepped on a pair of Nike Slides by the door that weren’t mine or my father’s. Before I even had the chance to close the door behind me I heard loud but muffled moaning coming from the other side of the house. I walked through the entrance hallway, past my bedroom and the guest bedroom, then into the kitchen and living room. The moaning continued to get louder. The only room I had yet to reach was my parents bedroom, and the door was completely shut. The noise had to be coming from there.

I inched closer to the door, trying not to make any noise. As I got closer I heard a very familiar sound … the clapping and smacking of two bodies fucking. I got all the way up to the door and I listened to a female getting a hard dicking for thirty seconds before I heard my Mom’s voice say, “Keep fucking me with that big young cock baby!”

It was a phrase I never thought I’d hear come out of my Mother’s mouth.