This story took place many years ago.
In that time I was 18 years old and my mother 45, brunette with very good body.
It's a Wednesday afternoon and I'm in my room studying a bit waiting to see a football game that they're broadcasting on TV in a few minutes.
My mother is also at home but my father isn't coming this week because he's working outside the city.
The doorbell rings and I hear my mother opening it.
She starts talking to someone, I think I can hear several voices.
They knock on my door, it's my mother.
She tells me that the neighbors have come to watch the game with us. Which makes me feel like I've been burned. I promised myself a day of football without having to put up with anyone.
These neighbors are a childless couple in their early forties who usually come to watch football with us when it's broadcast on TV lately.
Neither my parents nor I like their company, but no one dares to tell them not to come. Nor do I know who invited them the first time, but they must have invited themselves since they're so pushy. They're the ones who give you a hand and take your arm.
On this occasion, they're willing to watch the game even though my father isn't here.
They warn me that the game is starting, so I have to get out if I don't want to miss it.
I greet the neighbors who are already settled in front of the TV in the living room with their drinks.
The neighbor has a cast on her leg, she broke it.
We sit down to watch the game.
My mother takes advantage of the break in play and gets up to prepare something to snack on.
To be honest, my mother never liked football but she stays to watch it so as not to offend the neighbors.
The game resumes.
I see the neighbor looking restless, he says he's going to help my mother bring things and leaves the living room.
After a few minutes, since the neighbor doesn't come back I get up and go to the kitchen too.
As I walk down the hallway, I see her from behind. Getting ready for something.
He appears, with his back to me, approaches her, puts one hand on her butt, she takes it off with her arm.
The neighbor gets down behind my mother, opens a drawer at the height of her ankles, pretends to grab something and puts one of his hands under her skirt, lowers her panties.
She wants to get away, but he holds her back and raises the hand that lowered her panties under her skirt so much it must have reached the little rabbit, by the jump my mother makes.
Without wanting to make a noise, they start turning around to look.
I quickly hide in the first door I find, my parents' bedroom, and close the door. I hope they didn't see me.
I hold still for a moment, not knowing what to do without being seen.
I hear them passing things to snack on.
I remember that my father keeps a scarf from the football team here. I already have an excuse so they won't suspect I saw them.
The fuck you, I put it around my neck and leave the bedroom.
I enter the living room, they're all sitting down with plates on the table with snacks.
My mother is very upset.
The neighbor, as if nothing had happened, comments very cheerfully about the last play of the team.
We continue watching the game while snacking a bit.
My mother is practically mute, doesn't talk much, has her legs very close together.
I realize that she might not be wearing panties, that the neighbor took them off.
There's an opportunity for a goal, the TV roars, the neighbors too.
The neighbor makes a movement with his hand and throws the glass he had in it at that moment on my mother's dress.
She's soaked.
The neighbor uses napkins to try to clean it up, taking advantage of the opportunity to rub her thighs and breasts.
She rejects him, gets up, uses napkins to dry herself off, but the dress is too wet to dry like that.
The neighbor tells her to go change, to wait.
My mother stays quiet for a momento, as if he thought about it, says very quickly that he is going to change and leaves the living room almost running.
The neighbor follows behind him.
I follow quickly behind them.
My mother goes into the bedroom, is going to close the door, but he pushes her and enters.
I go behind, but the neighbor closes the door in my face.
I hear him lock it.
I try to open the door but can't, it's closed from inside.
I hear noises inside, voices, clothes tearing, the bed.
It occurs to me that I might see what's happening from the balcony, where there is a window that looks into the bedroom.
I quickly turn back and enter the living room to go to the balcony, but the neighbor grabs my hand, arm.
She says quickly, almost yelling, that this is best for everyone, that she needs some good ejaculations, that the neighbor is a stallion who always wants to fuck, that I would learn a lot by watching them without her knowing, and that the neighbor would rest a little.
I pull my hand free, we struggle, she falls to the floor, I break free and run to the balcony.
The neighbor yells at me not to bother them, to let them fuck.
I enter the balcony, look through the window, under the half-lowered blind.
I see them on the double bed.
The neighbor is on top, my mother below.
The neighbor has his pants down, I can see his hairy butt.
My mother's dress is torn open completely in front, she isn't wearing anything underneath.
They're struggling.
The neighbor holds her wrists, finds himself between my mother's legs as she tries to close them, tries to put it in, fuck her.
I see my mother's breasts, big with nipples like snakes, her little rabbit with little hair appearing and disappearing under the neighbor. Again.
My mother's breasts don't stop moving forward and backward, forward and backward.
The neighbor holds her wrists with one hand and takes advantage of the other to rub her breasts, putting his fingers in her mouth.
He sucks her breasts, kisses them.
Her breasts start to have a almost red color from being squeezed so much. Her mouth too.
The TV rages on, and the neighbor screams with pleasure. His orgasm coincides with the team's goal.
I realize I've been paralyzed for this whole time, watching my mother get violated without doing anything else.
I look down and see that I've also come, coinciding with the goal.
The neighbor gets up, I see his full of sperm.
My mother is quiet in bed, with her legs open, showing some colored and enormous breasts with nipples pointing to the ceiling, her rabbit is dripping with sperm.
I see the neighbor giving me a complicit look while smiling and putting on his pants.
I realize what happened, I feel overwhelmed and scared.
I sit down on the floor of the patio, under the window, with my legs bent under my chin and held with my arms.
I hear the neighbors shouting that they're going to their house, it's already very late, and they take advantage of the fact that the first part has ended to come see it at home, thank you very much and goodnight.
After a while I hear the sound of the mattress and bed, my mother is getting up.
Sound of doors opening and closing, she's taking a shower.
I continue sitting on the floor, I don't think of anything to do or any excuse to give.
The first part of the game has ended with a goal, we'll see how the second part develops.
In that time I was 18 years old and my mother 45, brunette with very good body.
It's a Wednesday afternoon and I'm in my room studying a bit waiting to see a football game that they're broadcasting on TV in a few minutes.
My mother is also at home but my father isn't coming this week because he's working outside the city.
The doorbell rings and I hear my mother opening it.
She starts talking to someone, I think I can hear several voices.
They knock on my door, it's my mother.
She tells me that the neighbors have come to watch the game with us. Which makes me feel like I've been burned. I promised myself a day of football without having to put up with anyone.
These neighbors are a childless couple in their early forties who usually come to watch football with us when it's broadcast on TV lately.
Neither my parents nor I like their company, but no one dares to tell them not to come. Nor do I know who invited them the first time, but they must have invited themselves since they're so pushy. They're the ones who give you a hand and take your arm.
On this occasion, they're willing to watch the game even though my father isn't here.
They warn me that the game is starting, so I have to get out if I don't want to miss it.
I greet the neighbors who are already settled in front of the TV in the living room with their drinks.
The neighbor has a cast on her leg, she broke it.
We sit down to watch the game.
My mother takes advantage of the break in play and gets up to prepare something to snack on.
To be honest, my mother never liked football but she stays to watch it so as not to offend the neighbors.
The game resumes.
I see the neighbor looking restless, he says he's going to help my mother bring things and leaves the living room.
After a few minutes, since the neighbor doesn't come back I get up and go to the kitchen too.
As I walk down the hallway, I see her from behind. Getting ready for something.
He appears, with his back to me, approaches her, puts one hand on her butt, she takes it off with her arm.
The neighbor gets down behind my mother, opens a drawer at the height of her ankles, pretends to grab something and puts one of his hands under her skirt, lowers her panties.
She wants to get away, but he holds her back and raises the hand that lowered her panties under her skirt so much it must have reached the little rabbit, by the jump my mother makes.
Without wanting to make a noise, they start turning around to look.
I quickly hide in the first door I find, my parents' bedroom, and close the door. I hope they didn't see me.
I hold still for a moment, not knowing what to do without being seen.
I hear them passing things to snack on.
I remember that my father keeps a scarf from the football team here. I already have an excuse so they won't suspect I saw them.
The fuck you, I put it around my neck and leave the bedroom.
I enter the living room, they're all sitting down with plates on the table with snacks.
My mother is very upset.
The neighbor, as if nothing had happened, comments very cheerfully about the last play of the team.
We continue watching the game while snacking a bit.
My mother is practically mute, doesn't talk much, has her legs very close together.
I realize that she might not be wearing panties, that the neighbor took them off.
There's an opportunity for a goal, the TV roars, the neighbors too.
The neighbor makes a movement with his hand and throws the glass he had in it at that moment on my mother's dress.
She's soaked.
The neighbor uses napkins to try to clean it up, taking advantage of the opportunity to rub her thighs and breasts.
She rejects him, gets up, uses napkins to dry herself off, but the dress is too wet to dry like that.
The neighbor tells her to go change, to wait.
My mother stays quiet for a momento, as if he thought about it, says very quickly that he is going to change and leaves the living room almost running.
The neighbor follows behind him.
I follow quickly behind them.
My mother goes into the bedroom, is going to close the door, but he pushes her and enters.
I go behind, but the neighbor closes the door in my face.
I hear him lock it.
I try to open the door but can't, it's closed from inside.
I hear noises inside, voices, clothes tearing, the bed.
It occurs to me that I might see what's happening from the balcony, where there is a window that looks into the bedroom.
I quickly turn back and enter the living room to go to the balcony, but the neighbor grabs my hand, arm.
She says quickly, almost yelling, that this is best for everyone, that she needs some good ejaculations, that the neighbor is a stallion who always wants to fuck, that I would learn a lot by watching them without her knowing, and that the neighbor would rest a little.
I pull my hand free, we struggle, she falls to the floor, I break free and run to the balcony.
The neighbor yells at me not to bother them, to let them fuck.
I enter the balcony, look through the window, under the half-lowered blind.
I see them on the double bed.
The neighbor is on top, my mother below.
The neighbor has his pants down, I can see his hairy butt.
My mother's dress is torn open completely in front, she isn't wearing anything underneath.
They're struggling.
The neighbor holds her wrists, finds himself between my mother's legs as she tries to close them, tries to put it in, fuck her.
I see my mother's breasts, big with nipples like snakes, her little rabbit with little hair appearing and disappearing under the neighbor. Again.
My mother's breasts don't stop moving forward and backward, forward and backward.
The neighbor holds her wrists with one hand and takes advantage of the other to rub her breasts, putting his fingers in her mouth.
He sucks her breasts, kisses them.
Her breasts start to have a almost red color from being squeezed so much. Her mouth too.
The TV rages on, and the neighbor screams with pleasure. His orgasm coincides with the team's goal.
I realize I've been paralyzed for this whole time, watching my mother get violated without doing anything else.
I look down and see that I've also come, coinciding with the goal.
The neighbor gets up, I see his full of sperm.
My mother is quiet in bed, with her legs open, showing some colored and enormous breasts with nipples pointing to the ceiling, her rabbit is dripping with sperm.
I see the neighbor giving me a complicit look while smiling and putting on his pants.
I realize what happened, I feel overwhelmed and scared.
I sit down on the floor of the patio, under the window, with my legs bent under my chin and held with my arms.
I hear the neighbors shouting that they're going to their house, it's already very late, and they take advantage of the fact that the first part has ended to come see it at home, thank you very much and goodnight.
After a while I hear the sound of the mattress and bed, my mother is getting up.
Sound of doors opening and closing, she's taking a shower.
I continue sitting on the floor, I don't think of anything to do or any excuse to give.
The first part of the game has ended with a goal, we'll see how the second part develops.
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