I discovered my mom is fucking the neighbor

Hello, my name is David. I am a 23-year-old young man whose occupation is studying. Currently, I am pursuing an architecture degree at the university. According to many teachers, I have great potential that still needs to be polished, like a rough diamond. My physical appearance is not of great importance to me, but I can say that I have an average height of 170 cm. I don't have much corpulence or an athletic body to boast about, nor am I overweight; I would say I have a normal physique.

In recent days, I've been reflecting on whether I should share this story. I had some doubts about it, but I feel that it might be necessary to understand my peculiar relationship with my mother. I think telling it will be a way of unloading myself, for lack of a better term.

As context, at the beginning of this year, my father died in a car accident. The details are not very clear and I don't like remembering it, but it was a road accident where all those involved lost their lives: my father and the other person who didn't survive. The accident caught us by surprise, my mother and me, so much that she wanted to sue the family of the other victim. However, lawyers and the judge ruled that neither side should pay anything or account for the other's actions. They would simply leave it as an accident and none of us would ever cross words again.

It was something that left my mother completely devastated and I wouldn't be surprised if I felt the same way. Luckily, if one can call it that, my father had a good accumulated capital in the bank. According to his conditions, he established that the money would be for me. Additionally, he left us the house where we lived in both our names. Therefore, my mother and I had a place to live and didn't have to worry too much about money.

The truth is that my father's death left a very deep mark on us. During the days following the funeral, I didn't feel animated at all, despite the... good words and my mother's support. She was a very caring and empathetic woman with me, but I knew she was also struggling with her own grief. My mother is named Teresa, a 40-year-old adult who had me at a young age. I couldn't say she's particularly intelligent, as she never stood out in school or had the opportunity to attend university. However, both my parents took responsibility for raising me from a young age and were able to get by. My mother is what we could call a traditional homemaker: she knows how to cook, do laundry, sweep, and manage household finances. She really fits into the typical role of a woman with her characteristics. Something that doesn't match much with her appearance is that she's very well-preserved. She has straight brown hair, brown eyes that reflect clarity in her pupils, and a face with delicate and attractive lips, nose, and mouth, even at 40 years old. Despite being over 40, her body looks very toned and well-maintained, something many teenagers would envy. At 160 cm tall, she's at the mercy of tall men. She has wide hips and breasts measuring 100 cm that I'm not sure are natural or not. Her backside is also quite large and prominent, suggesting she works out. All this complements her tanned skin, making her attractive to any man. During my entire life, I believed my mother would be like an angel who would console and help me in difficult moments. However, at the time, I behaved immaturely, arguing and yelling at her without considering her feelings or state of grief. I'm not sure if I should feel grateful or remorseful for that, but due to those circumstances, something happened that dramatically changed our lives. It was a Monday, the start of the week, and I was in a bad mood. I woke up with no enthusiasm at all, but my mother opened the door to my room and told me - Get up, dear, today is a great day -

Despite having lost my father just a few days ago, her mood was evident. Although I felt annoyed, it didn't take long for the problem to intensify.

During the morning, my mother acted normally. She prepared breakfast for me and we talked about everyday topics.

- Son, I want to tell you something - she said while sitting down to eat.

- What? - I replied stoically.

She explained that one of our neighbors had invited us to a community barbecue and was expecting me to get ready to go after my classes. She was excited, but I reacted negatively by asking about the person who had invited my mother.

- Enrique? - I asked.

- Yes, the neighbor next door - she answered. My response was aggressive

- That fat guy, mom, do you really want to go? Do you know how he looks? - I replied roughly.

- I don't see a problem with it, he's a good man. Maybe he's been divorced several times, but he's gentle - my mother was defending that man and I exploded in rage.

- WHAT?! YOU'RE ALREADY LOOKING FOR A STEP-FATHER! - I shouted without thinking.

- Son, don't talk to me like that - she responded calmly, but at that moment my patience ran out.

- WHAT? NOW WE'RE GOING TO ACT LIKE DAD NEVER EXISTED? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT HIM SO QUICKLY?! - when I answered in that way, I touched the nerve of my mother and she exploded in anger.

- Your father isn't here, David, but don't doubt that he loved you, I still love him, but he's not. Do you think you're the only one who is grieving? - it was at that moment when both my mother and I began to shout and insult each other in an unflattering way, but the fight ended very bitterly.

- IF YOU WANT ANOTHER MAN TO BE WITH YOU, THEN GO AHEAD, YOU'RE NOT ANYTHING BUT A FAILURE - and my mother responded with a slap on my face and said.

- AND IF YOU HADN'T HAD ME, YOUNG ONE, YOU WOULD HAVE ENJOYED MORE TIME WITH YOUR FATHER - at that moment both of us We realized what we had said, and I, with a low, almost tearful voice, bid farewell to my mother.

- I'm leaving, don't bother waiting for me - I said sobbingly.

- Son, by God, I'm sorry, please just... - I didn't finish listening to my mother when I closed the door in her face and left.

That day I felt so bad that I decided not to go to class. I wandered aimlessly around the city, lost in the pain caused by my mother's words. I imagined she was also devastated and crying over what had happened. It took me a lot to muster up the courage to go back home, but I finally did. I knew I had to make things right with my mother, but what happened next led me to discover a much deeper secret, something I wouldn't regret discovering.

It was almost 8:00 PM when I arrived at my house. To be honest, I didn't want to go in for any reason, the lights on the lower floor were on and I didn't want to run into my mom face-to-face, so I went in through the garage. Honestly, I expected my mom to have brought dinner, since I couldn't eat anything all day and was dying of hunger, but I couldn't count on it. But I noticed something strange when I entered: Dad's car had its parking lights on and the engine was running, I thought my mom must have used it, but she doesn't know how to drive, so it was someone else.

After turning off the car completely, I decided to enter the house with some uncertainty, maybe one of our neighbors took her to that event I mentioned, but I wasn't sure. When I entered the living room, I could see clothes scattered all over the place: a shirt, heels, wide pants, and above all, underwear. I recognized my mother's bras and panties on the floor. It was obvious - they were hers! There was no other woman who had that size.

For a few seconds, I thought it was impossible; many what ifs went through my head... things my mother was having sex with someone was the first option seriously did she hurt him that much who is the man who seduced her would he have done it with someone else besides my father were questions that accumulated all at once but there was only one way to resolve my doubts

my steps took me to follow the trail of clothes until the stairs I verified the clothes as I went up a knot of unease formed in my stomach first it was a shirt it was someone big maybe strong then my mother's bra was she walking around with her breasts exposed later pants and underwear which one did he take off first or did my mother seduce him

I climbed the stairs with heavy steps my mind still trying to process what I had just seen the door to my mother's room was still ajar like an involuntary invitation to keep watching what was happening inside a mix of curiosity and apprehension pushed me to look sideways

my eyes landed on the scene developing in the room a strange sensation ran from head to toe as I saw my mother Teresa kneeling in front of a man who I would identify as Enrique's son HE WAS RECEIVING AN ORAL FROM MY MOTHER!

I couldn't believe it the woman who had given me so much love was sucking a man's penis that wasn't my father AND IT HAD TO BE ENRIQUE! at that moment I felt devastated my cheeks burned with shame and confusion as I watched this intimate scene that shouldn't have been witnessed

but something passed when I looked down I saw my cock was completely hard did I get excited from seeing my mother like that what's going on with me I couldn't deny the scene was very bizarre but I decided to follow this new sensation I took off my pants and started masturbating I didn't want the action to stop just because I looked away I rejoiced so that they wouldn't realize I was there.

Returning to see, my mother was on her knees, completely naked, I could only see her figure from the side, the curves of my mother were accentuated, her long hair, her enormous breasts and her large ass, contrasting with the subject she was sucking the penis.

Enrique was a fat man, full of body hair everywhere and more around his penis, it was noticeable that he didn't shower very often and could even say he's a latent pedophile, but no one could deny he had very prominent and generous genitals due to their thickness.

A man like this was receiving a blow job from a woman far out of his league, and the guy is enjoying my mother's mouth.

– OHh Teresa, do you know how to suck my cock, keep it up, slut, KEEP IT UP – Enrique could only enjoy my mother's blow job.

–Gghhhh Ahh MMM Gjoo Gggh – my mother couldn't speak, she could only make sounds with her saliva and gagging from her violent oral act.

My mother couldn't breathe, she could only concentrate on Enrique's member, she could only stop to take a breath, suck his balls like they were caramel, and then choke again on the tremendous cock in front of her. She was doing it that way, as if she loved a penis so dirty and malodorous, even I who was just a few meters away from them, could only think about Enrique's stench, if he smelled that strong, how must his cock be.

Only Enrique was enjoying my mother's mouth until suddenly, he got up from the bed and grabbed my mother's head to crash it with his pelvis, shoving all of his cock down her throat.

– I'M COMING TERESA, AHHH, COME EVERYTHING, SLUT, COME MY SEMEN – was what I managed to say, my mother couldn't escape, she could only see her holding her breath and swallowing until the base of Enrique's meat, all I saw was my mother with tears in her eyes from such an act, my mother could only look at the ceiling in ecstasy and with one hand masturbating her completely wet zone.

My eyes couldn't process the scene, my mother's throat was being violated by a disgusting man, he only saw my mother as a sexual toy and with that in mind, my masturbation accelerated.

–TRAGATE TODO, PERRAAAAA– that was all I could hear when Enrique violently pulled my mother against his cock and came in her mouth, my mother couldn't react and only resigned herself to swallow the large load of her lover, she could only see her perturbed and excited face at the same time. The face of my mother is choking a man's penis that is horrible but does my mother enjoy it?. Seriously, it's exciting to hit balls with a man who doesn't even have the decency to shave before having sex. I couldn't believe it and less would believe it when I saw her separate from her lover and only swallow his seed completely.

–GUAU, TERESA ERES UNA slut SIN REMEDIO, ESO FUE INCREÍBLE– Enrique spoke as if my mother were a prostitute around here, although what had just happened didn't surprise me at all.

–Yoo….. mierda, acabo de hacer algo horrible *sollozo* mi hijo… no puede hacer esto, lo siento Enrique– that was what my mother responded with a guilt that consumed her, she still in this situation, only thinks of me, her son, my mother is very good.

But the moment was completely interrupted by Enrique as he grabbed her legs and lifted my mother above the floor.

– EHH ENRIQUE ¿QUEE? – That was all my mother could respond to at the time.
– Teresa just stay quiet, I want to try your vagina of a widow woman– Enrique responded to the question but with an erection that confirmed his previous response.

–¡¡SUÉLTAME, PERVERSO INFELIZ, VOY A DEMANDARTE POR ESTO!! – my mother was trying in every way to get away from her lover without any success, I tried to help her but I stayed quiet when I saw that Enrique was recovered and had his penis totally erect.

In the middle of her confusion and anxiety, my mother tried to protest, threatening a rape lawsuit while kicking and trying to free herself from Enrique's force. Her words came out staccato and full of fear, but before she could do anything more, felt Enrique's penis opening up her vagina.

A moan escaped my mother's lips as penetration began. Her body, despite initial protests, reacted immediately to the stimulus, and she felt a wave of pleasure and desire running through her entire being. Her breasts bounced with the movement, and her vagina stretched and filled completely with Enrique's erection.

The sensations overwhelmed her completely. Pleasure and lust took over her body, and all her thoughts disappeared. She became totally out of it, her face showing an ecstasy that made my masturbation accelerate and her moans mixed with my sounds of self-pleasure.

Enrique moved his hips intensely inside her. His lips trembled, and a meaningless moan escaped his throat in response to each thrust. His eyes, full of tears, seemed lost on the ceiling, his glassy gaze and tongue poking out, an expression of pure surrender and ecstasy.

Tears continued to streak her face, and in her state of confusion and overwhelming desire, it was unclear if they were tears of sadness or ecstasy. However, my mother's body couldn't deny the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Her breasts moved with each thrust, her nipples hardened, and her vagina gripped Enrique's cock tightly.

Enrique, eager to prolong the experience, tried to talk to her, using coarse and defiant language.

–Hey slut, don't you like being raped? –His words echoed in the room, but my mother didn't respond with coherent words. place, emitting gasps and interrupted sighs, her mind submerged in a whirlwind of sensations. –Ighh OHHH gggh ahhhhh– Her hips bumped rhythmically against Enrique's, creating an erotic and sensual sound in the room. The pleasure seemed to run through both bodies, as if Enrique had planned to impregnate my mother. But then it stopped suddenly. Enrique halted the act, leaving my mother to fall to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed. My mother, with a mix of anger and apparent fatigue, looked at him and asked in a stuttering voice: –Why did you stop? Why didn't you let me finish? –Enrique stared at her fixedly and said in a dominant tone: –If you want, be my slut. Come and suck my cock– My mother remained paralyzed by the proposition. –Enrique, come on, love, just come and finish violating me, okay? –my mother would ask, showing Enrique her enormous ass to provoke him, does my mother degrade herself like that to orgasm? What a disappointment. But Enrique also noticed it this way and said: –Look, love, I've already enjoyed myself, I can get dressed and leave satisfied, but if you want to finish, come and use your ass to satisfy me, OKAY? – My mother felt uncertain for a moment, but the lust that consumed her spoke louder. She stood up in front of Enrique, giving him her back in a provocative manner. Then, with a bold movement, she gave him a strong kick and continued the act with ferocity. My mother's hips were agitating like those of a dog in heat, all she could think about was mating and was willing to satisfy the desires of her male. The conversation that followed seemed taken from a scene of domination and submission, with my mother acting like an insatiable nymphomaniac who only sought the satisfaction of her master. –I'm your slut, Enrique...– my mother screamed in a lascivious voice. –Make me yours– Enrique assumed his dominant role and took her firmly, leading them to a frenzy of unbridled lust. The gasps and sounds of their sexual encounter... They filled the room as they gave themselves over to carnal pleasure without restraint. I couldn't stop masturbating, my hand didn't stop moving. The carnal act between my mother and Enrique continued with an uncontrollable ferocity. Every thrust of my mother's made her breasts dance wildly, her sweaty skin. Her face was contorted in an expression of ecstasy, and her moans filled the room, crude and vulgar.

Enrique, dominant and given over to pleasure, enjoyed the thrusts of his woman with each penetration. The passion had them sweating and ecstatic, given over to their most primitive and luxurious desire.

Yes, slut..., Enrique growled between teeth. Ride me like the fox you are. Enrique only saw my mother as a simple slut, who was living for him alone.

The ecstasy had us trapped in a frenzied dance of luxury. Enrique grunted with desire, announcing that he would come inside my mother. She, at the peak of her climax, nodded her head, her moans filling the room.

YES, COME INSIDE ME, AHHHHHG! My mother responded with a lascivious and euphoric voice, and Enrique corresponded.

In the final thrust, both reached their maximum pleasure. Enrique came inside my mother, filling her with his hot and thick semen. Meanwhile, my mother, in the climax of her ecstasy, experienced an uncontrollable reflex and urinated, releasing a stream of liquid that mixed with the passion of the moment, staining the entire floor.

My mother separated from Enrique, her exhausted and trembling body. The semen of Enrique and her own fluid spread across the floor, creating a testament to the frenzied pleasure they had shared.

Both were panting and completely sated. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and their minds clouded by ecstasy. The sexual encounter had been crude, but that in my mind made me not see my mother as such, but rather as a porn actress who wanted her to keep coming, it was something repugnant, but I wanted to see To my mother in that state and my body corresponded to me, due to my violent masturbation I had stained the door of my mother with my semen, a testimony to my darkest and most primitive desires.

All present remained exhausted and satisfied. Enrique settled into bed, still recovering from the carnal act they had just participated in. He looked at my mother with a loaded gaze and lascivious whispers.

That was incredible, my slut. Do you want to keep going? Teresa replied irritably, as if she were a spoiled child, I don't know, maybe we should... oh, leave me alone!

Enrique only managed to laugh at the comment and told my mother:

And well, Teresa, let's keep going. What do you think? Before your son arrives...

But before he could finish, my mother interrupted him.

David?

My mother just froze in fear as she saw me standing in the doorway, our eyes locked. We both remained paralyzed.

Fear, shame, and terror reflected in my mother's eyes, and I was invaded by the same whirlwind of emotions. Neither of us knew what to say or how to react at that moment, and we remained frozen, trapped in a shameful and devastating situation. The image of my mother, so vulnerable and lost, was one I would never forget, and shame took hold of me for having witnessed something so intimate and personal.

However, the situation took an unexpected turn when my mother, in a reflexive act, got up from the floor and began to shout at Enrique.

You're a rapist! Get out of here! she screamed, her voice filled with fury and desperation. The initial shame had given way to anger, and my mother was expelling Enrique from the room, naked and humiliated.

I remained in the doorway, still in shock from what I had witnessed. The scene had become chaotic and disturbing, and my mother had gone from submission and Lust turned to fury and accusation in seconds. My heart was racing with force, and I felt a deep confusion and excitement about what had happened.

I found myself in an unexpected and devastating situation. My mind was in chaos of emotions as I watched my mother facing the situation with overwhelming remorse. I didn't know what to think or how to react to what I had just witnessed.

The tears streaming down my mother's face were like a torrent of regret, a torrent that exposed the depth of her anguish. Her trembling voice struggled to find the right words as she tried to explain what had happened in that room. At that moment, confusion and surprise mixed in my mind, leaving me speechless.

–David, I... don't know how to explain it... It was a terrible mistake, madness...

Her words came out staccato, her voice filled with sorrow.

It was clear that my mother was in an emotional state of shock, struggling to find a way to communicate the magnitude of what had happened. As she spoke, her tears continued to flow, as if she were unable to contain the tide of emotions overwhelming her.

–Forgive me, David! Please, forgive me! –she supplicated, her words resonating with desperation in the room.

I saw my mother running towards the bathroom, her hurried footsteps echoing on the floor. The door slammed shut with a dull thud, leaving me alone and perplexed in the midst of a sea of emotions. The image of my mother breaking down in tears and begging for forgiveness stayed etched in my mind, leaving me with a knot in my stomach and an overwhelming sense of confusion.

But one thing was certain: from that moment on, my mother and I would no longer have a normal relationship.
To be continued...