Life wasn’t great when I was 20 years old. I was the only child of my parents. Dad and Mom were separated, but they told me they were working on their marriage. I never understood what they were working on, because I only heard them arguing when Dad visited once or twice a month. During their arguments, Dad often called Mom a bitch, and Mom called Dad a loser. I never understood why Mom called Dad a loser, especially since he took care of us financially. And I didn’t understand why Dad called Mom a bitch, because she was a decent, lovely woman. I didn’t know the reasons for their arguments, but eventually, they divorced. The split didn’t bother me at first, but after this experience, I eventually found out why it happened.
When I was twenty-one, I was taller than Dad by at least three inches. At the time, Dad was forty-eight and Mom was forty-six. Dad had aged badly, but Mom was still pretty. She was slim overall, but she had a full bust, hips, and buttocks that seemed fuller than other parts of her body. Even though we didn’t live in India, she usually wore a salwar kameez or saree at home and for family get-togethers. When she went out, she wore fashionable Western dresses, skirts, tops, and pants. She looked stunning in both Indian and Western attire. Men in the neighborhood were drawn to her beauty, especially since she seemed more available after the divorce. However, Mom kept to herself, ignoring the men who drooled over her.
One day, as I was putting on my shoes to leave for college, Mom asked, “So, you won’t be home until seven?”
“Yeah, Mom,” I replied. “I have my practicals today, so I’ll be late.”
“Rishi Uncle is coming with Auntie at 6,” she said.
“Whatever,” I replied.
“It’s okay,” Mom said. “You don’t have to meet them today, but we have to go to their place this weekend for Rupa’s birthday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said and left the house.
As I walked out of the house, I saw my neighbors Richard and his son Joe standing in front of their house.
“Hey,” Richard said as he looked at me. We had small talk before I rushed to the bus stop.
The day at college started as usual, but in the afternoon, it was announced that our professor was sick and our practicals were canceled. I was relieved, but I didn’t have many friends to hang out with. So, I headed back home and arrived early. I rang the doorbell, but it didn’t ring. I tried again, but there was no sound. After a few more attempts with no response, I thought the video doorbell could be malfunctioning. I called Mom’s phone number, but she didn’t answer. I assumed Mom had switched off her phone to take a nap. Luckily, I had my keys. I opened the door and was shocked to see shirts, jeans, shorts, and Mom’s red satin robe lying on the floor. There were also beer bottles on the table. I panicked, thinking burglars could have broken in and forced themselves on mom. I rushed towards her bedroom and stopped when I heard a voice. I heard a man saying, “Oh hmm… I like it when you do that.”
I went near the door. It wasn’t fully closed. There was a two-inch gap. I peeked through the gap, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw two naked guys and a woman clothed only in lingerie. The woman was kneeling on the floor, with her back towards me. The guys were standing on either side of her and looking down at her. ‘What the fuck!’ I thought when it hit me. I was seeing Richard, Joe, and my own mom!
Mom was sucking Richard’s cock and fondling his ballsack with her right hand. Her other hand was stroking Joe’s cock shaft. I gaped at them, unable to believe what my mom was doing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started recording.
Without realizing, I found myself admiring mom as I recorded her sucking Richard’s cock. Her waist-length, straight black hair cascaded like silk over her back. The lace red bra and the matching G-string thong she was wearing stood out against her luminous brown complexion. The thin back strap of her thong was hidden between her large, round, firm ass cheeks. My hard cock itched to break free from my undies.
Controlling myself, I continued to record, frozen with shock, fear, and disbelief. Richard’s eyes were closed, and his head was raised up. Mom sucked his cock as if it is a lollipop. I felt a pang of jealousy.
Richard didn’t look physically fit like me. He had a potbelly and a lot of hair on his body. He had grey hair on his balding head and on his body. His thick cock looked small surrounded by pubic hair. Mom stopped sucking for a moment to take a breath.
“Don’t stop! Suck it, bitch!” Richard growled.
I was shocked and angry hearing him call Mom a bitch. But when Mom just nodded, I calmed down. She swallowed and continued sucking his cock while simultaneously stroking Joe’s cock. Joe’s eyes were shut and his mouth was open. He was lean and he didn’t have body hair, unlike his dad.
After a few minutes, Mom let Richard’s cock pop out of her mouth and turned towards Joe. She looked up at him and said, “Oh, you poor darling! You’ve been waiting so long…”
Joe nodded and pointed his cock at mom’s mouth. Mom opened her mouth and took Joe’s cock into her mouth. She held on to Richard’s stubby cock shaft with her right hand and sucked Joe’s cock, which was a little longer than his dad’s cock.
‘My cock is bigger than their cocks,’ I thought, wishing I could show my cock to Mom.
After a few seconds, Joe moaned, “Aaahh…It’s coming…”
Mom stopped sucking and closed her mouth around the base of Joe’s cock. He seemed to ejaculate in her mouth. Mom didn’t move for a moment, then she began sucking his cock again briefly before releasing it from her mouth.
Mom stood up and turned around. She removed her bra and threw it. Her 36D breasts looked amazing. I zoomed in on them with my phone and wished I could suck her swollen, brown, succulent-looking nipples. She removed her thong and threw it. It came flying at the door. I quickly moved away from the door, hopping she didn’t see me.
I heard Mom saying, “Come on, Richard.”
I slowly moved back to the door and peeked through the gap. Joe’s naked ass was blocking my view, but I could partially see Mom lying down, with her back on the bed. Richard was on top of her, between her legs. They seemed to be smiling at each other as if they were lovers. ‘How long has this been going on? I wondered. ‘How did I miss all of this so many days? Did Dad know about this? Is this why he called Mom a bitch?’
Joe stepped aside and sat in a chair. I kept my phone camera focused on Mom and Richard and continued to record.
Richard plunged downward between Mom’s legs, and she gasped, “Aaah!”
Richard started pounding Mom. His hips moved back and forth as he pumped his cock in and out of Mom’s pussy. Mom’s fingers clasped the bedsheet as she moaned with pleasure. I couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful she looked and sounded as she was getting fucked. I wanted to fuck her too. I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and pumped it in my fist. Richard continued pounding Mom. Joe was sitting on the chair and jerking off. I stood behind the door holding my phone with my left hand and jerking off with my right hand.
After a few minutes of arduous fucking, Mom and Richard moaned loudly as they climaxed. Cum escaped my piss hole and splashed on the door. Luckily my pure white cum was barely visible on the white door.
I heard Joe saying, “My turn!”
“Oh no, honey! I can’t let you fuck me… You are like my son…” Mom said.
Joe looked disappointed. I was happy, but I wondered if she would let me fuck her.
Mom reached over to her phone on the bedside table. She looked at the screen and said, “Oh no! Sanjay had called.” She kept the phone against her ear.
Luckily my phone was in vibration mode. I moved away quickly and quietly sneaked out of the house from the back door. I answered the call with my heart pounding in my chest. “Hello Mom,” I said.
“Hello, beta! Did you call me?” she asked me.
“Yeah, Mom, I just called to see how you are doing…” I managed to say with my voice cracking a little.
Mom laughed softly—that same warm, motherly laugh she used when she asked if I’d eaten properly or reminded me to take an umbrella. “Aww, my sweet boy,” she said. “I’m fine. I’m just… relaxing a little. Had a long morning.” She giggled, almost girlishly.
I’d seen her relaxing with Richard and Joe, so I didn’t reply.
“You’re coming late today, right? Practicals and all?” she asked.
“Oh yes, Mom. Take care.”
“Okay, beta. Come home safely,” she said and hung up.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to analyze the situation. ‘What the hell was going on?’ I thought. ‘My mom is getting fucked by my neighbor and his son in our house, and my beautiful mom is enjoying it.’
I sneaked back into the house from the backdoor. Mom’s bedroom door was still in the same position. I peeped through the gap and saw Mom lying on the bed fully naked on her belly with her legs spread apart. Joe’s face was buried between Mom’s ass cheeks. He seemed to be eating her ass. ‘That should’ve been me,’ I thought, feeling my stomach churn with jealousy.
Richard stroked Mom’s hair affectionately as his son ate Mom’s ass. Mom seemed to be relaxing as she moaned softly.
“Hey Joe! Lick her pussy clean. I want to fuck her again,” Richard ordered his son.
Mom giggled and turned around. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide. Joe knelt between her legs and buried his face between her plump inner thighs. I heard slurping sounds and felt a knot of jealousy in my stomach again. ‘It should have fucking been me. She’s my mom! ‘ I thought, frustrated with what was happening right before my eyes.
As if to add fuel to the fire burning inside of me, Richard knelt on the bed with a leg next to each side of Mom’s face and pointed his stubby cock at her mouth. Mom gladly opened her mouth, and Richard thrust his cock into her mouth. Mom sucked Richard’s cock while his son sucked her pussy.
I recorded everything thinking, ‘If she can let them fuck her, she must let me fuck her.’
“Alright! Back off, son!” Richard said.
Joe lifted his head and moved back obediently.
“Get on all fours,” Richard told Mom as if he had taken Dad’s place.
Mom obediently did what she was told to do, as if she is Richard’s wife. It was unbearable to watch, but I had a job to do—capturing video evidence.
Mom was on all fours. Richard knelt behind mom and penetrated her pussy. Joe stood in front of Mom and pointed his cock at her face. Mom opened her mouth, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. Richard pumped his cock into Mom’s pussy and Joe pumped his cock into Mom’s mouth. It was a pleasure to watch my beautiful mom having sex, but I was very jealous of the guys having sex with her.
Richard banged Mom’s ass, hard and fast, in the doggy style position. Mom sucked Joe’s cock, bobbing her head fast, keeping up with Richard’s thrusting pace. Her tits moved back and forth as she sucked Joe’s cock and got fucked in her pussy. I saw the Mangalsutra dangling from Mom’s neck and felt sorry for Dad. I had no idea why she was still wearing it even after her divorce.
“Aaaa… I am cumming!” Richard moaned.
The guys stopped moving, and their bodies convulsed. Richard held Mom’s slim waist while his cock was lodged inside her vagina. And Joe held Mom’s face firmly with his hands while his cock was lodged inside her mouth. Together, their bodies trembled and reached a climax.
The guys pulled their cocks out of Mom’s mouth and pussy after ejaculating. Richard sat on the bed with his back resting against the pillow. Mom lay next to him. Richard placed his right arm across Mom’s shoulders. Mom put her right arm on his chest, and they kissed. Joe lay down next to Mom and played with her boobs. Then he started kissing her boobs and sucking her nipples. It was difficult to watch Joe sucking my Mom’s nipples. I felt envious because it was my first birthright.
They relaxed for a moment before Mom said, “You guys better leave. I need to clean and take a bath before my relatives arrive.”
I instantly rushed to my room and hid there. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps leaving Mom’s bedroom. Then I heard the front door close and Mom walk back to her room. Then I heard Mom humming a happy Hindi song in her bedroom. When I heard the door to her attached bathroom close, I silently slipped out of my bedroom and exited the house from the back door.
I was relieved to be out after experiencing something that felt like a spy mission. I understood why Dad called Mom a bitch, but I didn’t know why Mom called Dad a looser. It was only about 5:30. There was still a lot of time to confront Mom and find out more from her.
To be continued…