My mom forgets her widowhood on a night (written by a morbid zone)
The death of my dad was something that surprised all of us in my family, despite him having several health problems at the age of 45, he was a type of person who kept himself in good shape.
A Friday around 11 pm my mother, Sofía, received a call, my father had been in a traffic accident and was very grave, we immediately went to the hospital. Upon arrival, the doctor greeted us with the worst news, my dad had died due to a cerebral trauma caused by a crash into a pole.
The news left us frozen, we didn't know how to react to the situation and my mother started crying and I was in shock, what else could be done at that moment? After we recovered, my mom decided to call all our relatives and friends, who like us were surprised by the news.
It hurt quite a bit the loss of my dad because naturally he was my father and I had lived with him for 18 years of my life, our father-son relationship was broken for several years. Despite always financially supporting me and providing the best academic education, I felt that I lacked affection from his side, we never had a talk or gave each other a hug, he would always leave early and arrive very late at night, and on weekends he would rather take with his friends than maybe go out with his family to some place.
But despite the absence of a paternal figure, my longing for him was not because of that. It was due to two specific events, one when I stopped being a child and already understood many things, and another during adolescence.
The first incident occurred on a Saturday afternoon, my mother had gone out with her friends to shop and I was left alone at home playing in the living room. I was calm until I heard someone entering, it was my dad and his friends who had come to watch a soccer game, I didn't give it much importance and kept doing what I was doing. Around half an hour later, I went down to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge to take something. Being there, I hear Pedro, one of my dad's friends, mentioning something about my mom, so I quietly approach a window with transparent curtains that gave directly onto the living room from where I could hear and see better the conversation and they wouldn't notice.
Your wife has a good ass, I wish I had one like that, she must be getting it every day from you - said Pedro.
—Yes, it has a good ass, but I'm not the one who's going to screw that slut —my dad was saying while I was surprised at how he spoke about my mom—, it has its anus well open but tells me she doesn't like it from behind, I think she thinks I haven't noticed.
But you have to understand the other one, I wouldn't resist such a horse, I'd also put horns on you haha —said Jairo, another of my dad's friends and even my mom's friend, as everyone laughed out loud.
What I had heard left me stunned, never imagining that my dad and his friends could refer to my mother like that, a very educated and respectful person, that fact made me stop liking the friends of my dad and it was the first disappointment I had with him.
My mom's name is Sofía, a 40-year-old woman, tall at 1.85 meters, with a not very flat stomach but in good shape for someone who didn't do much exercise, medium-sized breasts and big hips and ass, not very round or firm but big. I had always seen that she was very beautiful, not to the point of having erections and jerking off thinking about her since I respected the fact that she was my mother.
The second event was more recent, a Wednesday morning. It was being a normal day of classes when an incident with the water pipe caused the bathrooms and several classrooms to flood, so it was necessary for all students to be sent home early. By then I had already become someone who understood better many things that were happening around me.
Arriving home, I hear noises on the second floor, thought it might be thieves, but as I was climbing up the stairs, I realized they were moans and coming from my parents' room. It got weird since they seemed to be a woman's but not one I knew. I decided to keep walking silently until I reached the door, which was almost completely closed, but there was a thread that allowed me to see a bit despite the darkness. The image I could observe left me completely petrified, there was a woman with her back turned who was riding my father! I felt completely disgusted by that scene, remembering I had called my mother a slut and she'd been with others, but he was doing the same thing, but there was something that made me keep seeing.
The little I could see of the woman my dad was cheating on my mom with is that she was slender and had wavy hair, I didn't think it was familiar, I'd never seen her
Standing there I got an erection, never having been in front of a scene like that before, only what I had seen in porn, still a virgin, even remembering when as a kid I would listen to my parents making those sounds but never imagining what they were about due to innocence. I was stuck for a couple of seconds like that until I woke up seeing the bulge in my pants so I decided to go to my room which is next to my parents' room in complete silence.
When I entered my room, I tried to lock it with the latch, you could hear perfectly what was happening on the other side, the girl's moaning, my father insulting and moaning, and the thud of their bodies colliding with each impact she gave, I started stroking the package above my pants while listening to them finish in pleasure. I assumed they had finished and then unzipped my pants, pulling out my penis and starting to masturbate quickly. After that, I couldn't help but feel bad about what I had seen and for masturbating thinking about it, maybe it would have been better if I had told my mom but I didn't have enough courage.
Everything that came before was what led to the resentment I had towards him for all these years and it may have even been what helped me not to suffer as much from his loss, although as I mentioned, it still hurt.
Several days passed after the accident in which the police people investigated what happened in the accident, the funeral people organized everything for the funeral, as it should have been, until the day of the funeral arrived. By that day, many relatives who lived far away and my dad's different friends, many of whom I didn't get along with well for reasons already mentioned, had arrived.
The funeral took place in the afternoon hours, as is natural many tears. That day I was with my mom almost all the time, she wore a fitted black dress that reached up to two centimeters above her knee, with a V-neck and short sleeves, also some high heels that made her look much slimmer, she looked very pretty.
After finishing I approached to greet an uncle and some cousins. Several people came up to my mother to offer condolences, one of those people was Jairo, one of my dad's friends, who gave her a very long hug while putting his hand on the lower back and almost touching her butt, worth noting that he was a married man.
Finishing the eternal hug, she grabbed my hand and they came up to me, he gave me condolences with a much shorter hug. He offered to take us home, which we accepted without hesitation. She sat in the copilot's seat and I behind her, during the trip they talked about various anecdotes and memories of my dad. When we got home, my mom invited Jairo to come in and have something, he didn't need to be asked and accepted.
Jairo was settling into the sofa while I told them I was going to my room to rest, my mom asked me to stay for a bit, so I ended up accepting. She went to the kitchen while Jairo and I stayed in the living room, he started asking me about my studies and a couple of things about my life, I answered him friendly. My mom soon arrived with a bottle of whisky and three glasses.
I thought you'd prepare a coffee or juice - I said to myself.
—You're getting quite grown-up, one shot won't hurt you —she replied, and she was right, one shot wouldn't hurt me, I had started taking it a year ago, although I still hadn't gotten used to whiskey.
She sat at the other end of the sofa where Jairo was, leaving her completely facing me, so that when she crossed her legs I could see perfectly her beautiful thigh, although she tried to look away, but couldn't help seeing it every now and then, something that generated a certain morbidness in me and was causing an erection, so I also had to cross my legs and put my hand with the glass to cover up.
The conversation first focused on Jairo, his personal life and other things. He mentioned that his wife couldn't accompany us to the funeral because she was traveling and he was free for a month. Then they started talking about boring things, I was just a spectator who laughed at some funny comment or simply nodded my head. The conversation was already starting to bore me, along with the fatigue of those agitated days and after having several drinks, I started feeling sleepy, so I let myself go and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was a bit disoriented, saw the clock that was in the room, it had been less than an hour since the last time I had seen the clock. When I turned to see my mom and Jairo, I could observe that they were already a bit closer, even Jairo had his hand on her knee. Plus my mother was laughing, she had been crying just hours before and had already forgotten, maybe it was due to the effect of the alcohol, by the way, the content of the whisky bottle had significantly reduced.
—It seems like the whiskey has knocked you out —said Jairo as he saw my lost gaze with eyes half-opened.
—And it seems like you've given her to the whisky —I replied with a friendly gesture— Well, I think I'll go to sleep, I have to go to university tomorrow, don't take too long —I bid them farewell.
At that moment I was walking down the hallway a bit dizzy and with a headache, going straight towards the stairs, but I had to go to the bathroom so obviously I went to pee. On my way back, I sat on the stairs for a few minutes, I hadn't drunk much alcohol but what little I had done some damage, so I decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water and see if that would help.
Entering the kitchen I heard them laughing at both of them, so I avoided turning on the light to not alert them and spy a little through the window, I wanted to know what they were talking about and what was causing them so much laughter, thanks to the curtain and the living room light being on, they wouldn't know I was there watching them.
At first I noticed that Jairo had already put his hand deeper and didn't have it on mom's knee anymore, but rather on her leg, below her skirt, caressing her as she emitted giggles, he was telling her:
Julián was a lucky guy, he had similar women and preferred to go find another one - my mother only looked at him with a smiling face, he tried to put his hand in a bit more, but my mother stopped him dead.
For my own sake I thought that action was fine, I always saw her as a lady and in this case it wouldn't be the exception, but what she said afterwards ended up shutting me up with a slap.
—No! Let's not do this here, my son might come down and see us. —As she quickly pulled his hand away.
Come on, it's been years since we've been together and I have many desires to do things with you. - Putting my hand under your skirt again.
I'm telling you no! My son is upstairs and could see us in this situation, I'd rather this happen another day. - Meanwhile, I was again pushing her hand away but this time with more calm.
Your son couldn't even stand up, besides he said he had classes tomorrow, so he must have fallen asleep by now, he's probably out cold. - This time passing his arm behind him giving him a hug.
At that moment she didn't respond, the silence lasted for a couple of seconds and then she asked:
Are you sure he won't listen in or come down?
I don't believe it, I'm telling you he's totally melted away - replied he while grabbing her face and bringing it close to his own to give her a long kiss.
I was left stunned at that moment, more so than the other times I had been in similar situations. The fact that 'it's been years since we've been together' and the fact that we had buried my dad on that very same day left me completely bewildered, for the first time I doubted whether my wife's mother was decent and in reality she was a slut as I had heard in that conversation from years ago.
I kept watching as they were still kissing, but my mom this time was the one with her hand on his thigh and slowly moving it up until she reached his bulge, where she stayed for a long time rubbing above his pants. He stopped kissing her and leaned back against the end of the sofa, she pounced on his lower part opening the zipper of his pants, putting her hand in and pulling out his member, which was average-sized but slightly curved. She was squeezing his glans with her fingers while appreciating it with a lustful gaze, then started licking him slowly.
In that moment I felt too much rage and disappointment, but also excitement, couldn't help it and the result was reflected in my erection, didn't think about wanking myself even though the occasion would have justified it, felt a little embarrassed while touching my penis as my mom was sucking one off just a few meters away. Couldn't help it and had to start with a slow masturbation.
—Ughh what a tasty one! Like that, like that —he exclaimed, filled with pleasure, as he grabbed my mom's head and increased the pace, occasionally penetrating her throat as deep as possible.
After that, she stopped a bit short of breath, spitting out large amounts of saliva through her mouth, which dripped down her jaw and reached her chest, soiling her dress. He gave the turn while he also stopped and, positioning himself behind her, started to lower the zipper on her dress until it reached the end and let it fall to the floor. Her underwear was quite small, a black thong that got lost between her good pair of buttocks, she turned around again and left showing that the thong barely covered her depilated vagina, she took off her thong and bra and he took off his pants and boxers leaving both naked.
My mom lay on the couch face up and leaving her legs open, he got on top and positioning his member started to penetrate, at first slowly, increasing the pace slowly as she began to moan loudly, so he put his hands in his mouth to cover the sounds she was emitting. They stayed in that position for a couple of minutes.
After changing positions, my mom put her face down and pulled her butt up towards the top. Jairo stood up with one foot on the sofa and put his penis back in the vagina entrance, pushing again and increasing the pace. My mother no longer covered her mouth but was biting the sofa instead. The sounds of penetration were becoming wet, Jairo's moans were starting to sound tired. After a few minutes of constant thrusting, Jairo pulled out his member and prepared to rest for a few seconds before getting up again, this time fully sitting on the sofa and leaning against her waist, then he started penetrating her anus!
I couldn't take it anymore at that height, so I had to search for some kitchen paper or a rag in the darkness, which I finally found. I picked up the pace and came, ejaculating on the rag.
My mother, despite being bitten, could be heard making moans. Later she put her hand under and started rubbing her clitoris with a lot of bravery, after a few minutes she launched a couple of jets while trembling, she was having an orgasm and it seemed to be very big because she groaned quite loudly, a groan that the sofa couldn't muffle. Jairo kept penetrating and after a moment he moaned with a deep voice, noticeably slowing down the rhythm of the thrusts. He was also having an orgasm and was emptying everything inside my mother's ass.
After finishing, he threw himself back and I could see that his member was already flaccid, he fell onto the edge of the sofa looking up at the ceiling, then seeing my mother letting out a laugh of pleasure, to finish:
It was spectacular! — Expressing this while rubbing his butt.
—Yes, but now it's my turn to clean up all this and drunk, I suppose you won't help me —my mom replied again, rejoining him and climbing on top of him to give him a kiss.
I took advantage of that moment to quickly leave the kitchen and go to my room. There I did another masturbation, this time more relaxed, thinking about what I had just seen, for a moment I felt a little remorse over the whole situation, but I was too hot. Then I fell asleep from being so tired.
The next day I woke up early, took a shower and tried to wash the sheet as best I could. I got dressed and went to university, when leaving home I could see very well all the disorder that had been left from the previous night's mess, Jairo was sleeping on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, the smell of sex still lingered.
During the course of the day and the rest of the week, I could pose many questions to myself with a cold mind, about everything that had happened. Was all the resentment I had towards my dad for nothing? Was my mom a slut? How bad was she that she would sleep with someone on the same day she buried her husband? Was it ethical to be in a relationship with a married man?
What is true is that Jairo kept frequenting my mom to do his things, but this time they had more moderation so I wouldn't find out, although I already knew what his visits were for.
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