Author: Alexander Monin
Description of sex story: Stories about sexual relationships between relatives: mother, father, son, daughter, brother, sister, aunt, uncle.
Some time ago, I accidentally found out that my mother has a young lover. I saw them from afar. He looks even younger than me. Of course, I understand that this is not my business. I’m already an adult, she is still young, attractive. Of course, she has the right to personal life, and. D. But it was one thing if I saw next to her a man of the corresponding age and social status (by the way, she never had a shortage of such fans), and here is a guy who is suitable for her sons, and who could be my friend.
She is an educated, intelligent, attractive woman. Quite modern. But it always seemed to me that she had traditional, patriarchal views on sexual relations. I would never have thought that she is able to get herself a young lover. Not every woman of even an adventurous warehouse will be decided by this. Fashion has such a thing?
There can be no spiritual proximity between them, too much age difference. Blackmail, coercion? No, it doesn’t look like. She is cheerful, friendly, looks good. So they are united by sex. She is attracted to him passion, lust. Well, this can be understood. No wonder they say, the desire is more than captivity. She understands that for some time it will pass and the beauty will begin to fade, and therefore wants to take everything that can still be from life.
And yet, a woman, such as she, needs to make an effort over herself, you need to cross through pride, overcome shame, finally, in order to enter into an intimate relationship with the boy. She did it. Why? Maybe it’s not only about his good potency. Maybe he gives her something special, as they say now, exclusive.
So I think what is the secret of their relationship. Who is she, my mommy, is a nympho, a masochist, analist? But she undresses before him. He, this jerk, looks at her. Sees what even I once saw secretly, furtively, briefly. She allows him to touch himself. He owns, enjoys her body… Unbearable!
When I imagine how this can happen in reality, I have a painful sense of jealousy, which develops every time in acute pleasure. For the first time in many years, my mother became the object of my sexual fantasies.
This was already earlier, at the time when I just started to masturbate. Sometimes I managed to accidentally or intentionally see her naked. I masturbated, fantasizing how the bully humiliates and rape it.
Then it leaves…
And then it returned. What is now happening during their intimate meetings (after all, it takes!), it seems to me the realizations of that children’s imagination. Of course, he does not force her in the literal sense. But still… Probably tries it in every way, constantly offers something like that, humiliating. Imagine what he is doing with her. These thoughts do not give me peace, plow my imagination. Sometimes I feel ashamed, and I try to drive them away from me. But they dig in their heads, like annoying flies. They torment and exhaust me. Exhausted like heat. Every day, hourly.
I tracked them, found out where they meet. I did not succeed at once, from several attempts. I had to show all the ingenuity and audacity that I am only capable of. Why did I do this, I can’t explain. After all, I was not going and not going to interfere with them. On the contrary, for some reason I want their connection to continue.
The place of their meetings was an apartment in a nine -story building. Near University and student dormitories. Therefore, I think that he is a student, and the apartment is removable.
Several times, covered by a nervous trembling, approached the door. "Now I’ll call and I confess everything" I thought. But, fortunately, there was enough strength to stop. But from the fact that standing under the door, to masturbate, he could not resist. Then some vigilant granny frightened me. But this is for the better, it could have been worse.
Every time I see that she is going on a date, I feel a feeling of some special tenderness for her. At the same time, I start unknown to me earlier, nervous fever. Hands are cold, become wet, and the face, on the contrary, begins to burn. "Sasha, I’m leaving, I will not come soon, do not miss. Close after me".
She leaves, and I mentally follow her. I can imagine how she goes on the bus, how she approaches his house, how it rises to the floor… "Now, probably, he opens the door for her" – I think, looking at the watch. Imagine how he kisses her, helps to remove the coat… For some time they are sitting at the table, exchanging, some insignificant phrases. Next, there is an awkward pause. And finally, what they are waiting for. He takes her hand, looks into the eyes… "Let’s go to?". She follows him silently… I’m starting to masturbate. Here he is lowering her underpants. He has an excited member. He stood at her, on my mom. Mommy, dear! Now you will fuck you! How humiliating how sweet it is! In my steamed, sick imagination, some unrelated, like scraps of sleep, visions arise. ABOUT! This is something prohibitive. I can’t. I end with a stormy orgasm. There is deep peace, indescribable bliss. It is comparable to the one that I once experienced while in intensive care under the influence of drugs. It seemed to me that I was lying on a cloud, and a vast, clear, blue sky over me.
I have completely focused. What to do? Not to give up a psychiatric hospital. Confess her in everything? No, excluded. This can cause her a psychic injury. At best, she will have guilt with the ensuing consequences. I do not want it. Moreover, there is no guilt here. This is mine, not her problem.
What will happen next, what all this will lead to, I don’t know.
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