A devoted mother…

What I’m about to share with you is a secret I’ve never told anyone, but the memory of it in the darkness of my room has given me hundreds of orgasms on many nights since that time. I’m a 25-year-old guy who has enjoyed experiencing life’s pleasures. I’ve drunk, I’ve eaten, I’ve smoked, and of course, I’ve slept with many women. Ever since I discovered my penis wasn’t just for urinating, I’ve indulged it as often as I could, and that continuous, uncontrollable desire for sex led me one night to change my life.

My mother is an average woman, neither particularly beautiful nor ordinary, I’d say just normal. She’s short, petite, but with well-defined curves, lovely brown eyes, and a captivating smile. She always looked after me after my father abandoned us to go who knows where. She wasn’t a professional, having dedicated herself to the home and marriage from a young age, and to satisfying my father’s desires and jealousy. He was a selfish and chauvinistic man who wouldn’t let her go out, demanded she always be home, with her clothes clean and folded, her food ready when he arrived, and always available for sex. So my mother devoted herself exclusively to him, the house, and me.

From puberty onward, I witnessed, hidden behind doors or in the dark, how every night my father groped her and forced her to perform oral sex on him while he watched television, then removed her clothes and had sex with her right there on the couch. Sometimes quickly, other times roughly and crudely, which occasionally made me wake up and go to my bedroom door to listen or watch. Many times, standing there, I heard my mother moan and move frantically up and down while my father yelled at her, calling her a “bitch…” Time passed, and for me, that image, as well as watching him lift her dress and have sex with her in the sink from behind, became normal. At some point, these scenes began to have obvious effects on me, manifesting as increasingly frequent erections that demanded I masturbate to satisfy my desires.

Hearing my mother and father rhythmically banging on the wall at night when they thought I was asleep, her moans, and my father calling her names like “whore,” “slut,” or “prostitute” kept me constantly aroused. One day my father went out and never returned, so my mother had to take charge of the house and carry on with our lives. I was a young student, and although my father’s absence wasn’t a topic of conversation, I often saw her sobbing; I imagine the reason was understandable.

The fact was that soon our financial situation began to strain, and my mother told me I had to go out and work. I offered to do it myself, as the man of the house, but she flatly refused to let me abandon my studies. So I started going out at different times of the day and night, sometimes returning quickly, other times the next day. Once, I asked her what she was doing for work, and she replied that she was working with some friends without giving me any further explanation. The fact is, our financial situation began to improve. However, I never stopped desiring her and kept trying to watch her whenever I had the chance—in the shower, in her room when she was sleeping, or simply when she was at home cooking or cleaning. This continued to fuel my desire and fantasies about her, triggered by those images that were still fresh in my memory. Sometimes, while she was showering, I would watch her silhouette through the shower curtain, and it was impossible not to notice her round ass or her neatly shaved pussy. That made my cock hard and eager.

One of those nights escaping the daily grind, I went to a friend’s bachelor party. He was getting married soon, and that night he invited me. We drank quite a bit and joked around with friends. Around midnight, there was a knock at the door. We thought it was the police because of the commotion. I was sitting at the back of the room drinking when one of my friends opened it. I was surprised to see my mother standing in the doorway, wearing a very short, tight dress, makeup, and with her hair down. The sight left me speechless, unsure how to react. She came into the house smiling amidst compliments and suggestive comments from the guests. The music was infectious, and I watched her moving her body rhythmically.

Someone turned off some lights, leaving the space in semi-darkness. They gave her a glass, and she continued dancing. The mesmerized onlookers began to dance and grope her as she danced. She asked who the “Eligible Bachelor” was, and my friend raised his hand. So she sat him down in a chair and began to dance for him, very suggestively, while she removed her clothes until she was only wearing a bikini and heels. That scene had me in a state of arousal that left me paralyzed, stuck in one room where I sat, so I didn’t dare move for fear of her discovering I was there and “ending the party.” I decided then to enjoy the show too. I could see my mother dancing and showing herself off without any shame to all those eager men, so it wasn’t long before she began performing oral sex on each of the attendees, while she continued drinking and dancing sensually for them.

Soon desire and lust took over that space like a hurricane, and everyone began to take off their clothes while kissing and groping her. Watching them take turns penetrating my mother in front of me drove me crazy. Hearing her moans and seeing her masturbate brought me to a point of no return, so without thinking, I took off my clothes and approached her from behind. Seeing her lying sweaty on the counter, legs spread wide, her back to me, her ass raised, her vaginal lips glistening, and seeing her semen-laden fluids running between her legs, led me to position myself behind her and penetrate her. I enjoyed the way she moved her body, holding her waist. Being inside her brought me to a frenzied ecstasy that made me pump harder and harder, hearing her scream with pleasure and feeling her shudder in that position until she reached orgasm. That sensation made me unable to hold back any longer, and I came inside her. I pushed my cock in as deep as I could while I finished, watching her fingers grip the table, screaming with pleasure.

I stepped back, stunned, to make way for another friend who also penetrated her, pinching her breasts and massaging her clitoris. I heard her scream once more, gasping for breath. After watching that orgy of pleasure with my mother for a while, I saw her get up and kiss my friend on the mouth. He handed her an envelope, she got dressed and said goodbye, without putting on her underwear. She walked to the door and left. After that, I walked home. When I arrived, she was asleep. I watched her for a few minutes from the doorway to her room, then went into my own room, took off my clothes, and lay down. Every scene was etched in my mind. Since that night, I never told her what had happened, and she never told me what she did, but I still keep her bikini and her scent in my drawer…