It was a Sunday night and we were having pozole that Dad and Mom had brought from the store that was two blocks away from our house, and while we were eating it, Dad told Mom that he had talked to Don Javier, a plumber and builder, to come to the house to give us an estimate for installing new tubs in the two bathrooms being built on the ground floor and upstairs of our house. -What time would he arrive?- Mom asked. -He said he'd be here at 12 o'clock, so make sure you're home by then so we can get it done once and see if he'll charge us less-, Dad replied. -Do you think he'll be late? Remember I have to take the little one to school at 12:30- My younger sister was leaving for primary school at 1 pm. -Well, he said he'd arrive on time-, Dad answered. -Don't be late with your mom, because later they'll start gossiping and you'll be late-. -No way!, I just helped him buy his grocery order from the market and I'm coming back quickly-, Mom replied, already a bit annoyed. And so it was, we finished eating and I went to my room upstairs, my parents were sleeping downstairs, and my sister went to her room too. The next day we had breakfast, Dad left for work early as usual, and then I went to school, at that time my mom would take my sister because she was still very small to go alone. That day our classes were suspended in prep school because two of our teachers wouldn't be coming, the chemistry teacher supposedly went to a course and the math teacher reported sick. As expected, my friends and I went to a store two blocks away from prep school where there were many video game machines to spend our recess time, but unfortunately, while we were walking down the street, one of my friend's moms found us on the street, so we had to tell her the truth, that our classes had been suspended, and we ended up separating to go home. Almost... The eleven o'clock morning when I arrived, obviously no one was there since it was supposed to be my mother had gone with Grandma to help her buy at the market (fruits, vegetables and what she needed in her house, especially to help her carry the pantry bags). I locked myself in and turned on my TV, but not much time passed before I heard the typical noise of the front door opening with a key, luckily I realized quickly since it was very loud. I peeked out the window and saw Mom entering with two plastic bags with some things, I imagined she had finished helping Grandma and arrived earlier than expected. In some way, I thought to close my bedroom door well and turn off the TV so as not to make a noise, if my mom had known I had arrived early at home, she would have immediately started doing chores like always. So that's what I did, I locked myself in, hid my backpack and shoes since I had already taken them off, and paid attention to the noises to know if she was coming upstairs, in case she did, I would hide quickly under my bed if she came to look into my room. I listened as she opened the living room door, her bedroom door, the moment when she put the things she brought onto the table, when she started picking up some stuff to take it to the laundry room. As I heard the noise from the bathroom, I peeked out the window looking through the curtain, saw her washing her hands and combing her hair to make a ponytail. My mom was going au naturel, and I mention that so you get an idea of the situation, she was wearing a tank top and loose shorts, however she always had voluminous thighs so athletic wear always fit her very tightly. The curious thing for me at that moment is that she got into the bathroom (which was on the side of the laundry room at that time)... construction of new ones inside the house was so I wouldn't have to go outside to bathe and she came out wearing a flowered dress that was a little above her knees and threw her underwear and swimsuit in a basket with dirty laundry. She went back to wash her hands, smooth her hair, and got back into the house to continue with household chores. It didn't take long, about ten or fifteen minutes, when I heard them knock again at the door. From the window, I saw Mom come out to open it and listened as she greeted Don Javier, the builder who was coming to inspect the bathrooms. -Good morning Mary, how have you been? -Fine, and you? It had been a long time since I didn't know anything about you until my husband told me that you were already working nearby... And they continued their typical greeting conversation, I listened as Mom invited him in and offered him a glass of refreshment, Don Javier didn't accept but respectfully thanked her. They kept talking about all the time they hadn't seen each other, supposedly this guy had been working outside for several months but had just returned again. My mom asked him about his wife and daughters and he replied that everything was going well. I listened to it all clearly since there were no noises at all and they thought we were alone in the house. Everything seemed to be going well until something seemed very strange to me. -Well, it's good you're here! -said my mom – I didn't know anything about you, you disappeared very badly, even thought you'd forgotten about me. -No Mary, how could I forget you like that? -Really? -Not a doubt, please. -Okay, I'll believe you then. Well, let's go upstairs so you can see what you have to do. And I listened as their footsteps approached the upper floor, where my room and my sister's room were. Immediately I lay down on the floor and got under the bed, and thanks to that they didn't know I was there because my mom opened my door (to take a look, obviously) and the He returned to closing it with force. I remained hidden there, listening as that man spoke about PVC pipes, copper or plastic ones that were cheaper, how many meters they were and those things, and the prices of the material and labor. My mother just said okay to everything and told him to do his accounts for her husband. -And your husband? -He's working. -Is he still at the same place? -Yes. -What time does he get home? -He's already late, around 7 pm. -And your kids? -They're in school -They must be getting big now. -My son has just started high school and my daughter is in third grade of primary school. -She's still little. -Yes. -So you're alone right now? -Yes... Then my mother started laughing... Why? -No reason, nothing. -Let's go to the bathroom downstairs. And then I heard their footsteps going away up the stairs. They continued talking about the bathroom and since they were already on the ground floor, I got out of bed and pressed my ear against my door to keep listening to their conversation that was making me feel a bit uneasy due to the level of confidence with which they were speaking. And so 15 minutes passed, it would be around 11:45 when suddenly I realized they had stopped making noise. I couldn't hear any footsteps, not even my mom's laughter or that guy's voice. Then I looked out the window thinking they must have gone to the patio or something, but there was still no sound. And so 10 minutes passed and what I imagined is that that guy had already left and also Mom because she had to pick up my sister from school. So I opened my door carefully and peeked down the stairs without noticing anyone, but it was in that instant that I heard a deep breath: -Aaaaaaaaah, ssssssss! The stairs led down to our small living room, and from there, the entrance to the kitchen was straight ahead and to the other side, my parents' bedroom. I didn't go all the way down, just peeked through the railing of... The stairs and I saw what was happening: my mother was squatting down, the guy in front of her with his zipper open and Mom's mouth swallowing his penis while he grabbed her hair.
I felt a cold sweat all over my body, courage to see what my mother was doing, but also a lot of morbo and excitement. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't see much at that moment, mom had her whole cock in the throat until she pulled it out to rub it on her face while looking at him laughing. I moved away from there because it was easy for them to see me, so without making a sound I went back upstairs and hid. Suddenly I heard them make noise and go into mom's room while whispering, I couldn't understand what they said. Again I gathered my courage because I wanted to see them and went downstairs, luckily these stairs didn't pass in front of the door to her room, but I could peek from the kitchen where the pantry and refrigerator were. And already being just there, I looked sideways and it was my good luck that they had left the door open, the guy was lying on the bed and my mom was riding him, she was giving me her back so they didn't notice I was looking at them. The type was massaging his ass under his dress and she was kissing him because she listened to the sounds of their mouths, my cock was so hard seeing that spectacle that even hurt. The builder had already taken off his pants and had it all stuck in his feet, and mom kept her dress on, I suppose she didn't want to undress if someone suddenly arrived at the house, but I saw her voluminous ass because the guy wasn't letting go of her ass. She went back down and I saw her head moving from top to bottom because he was sucking it. After my mom got up again to kiss him on his mouth, at the same time she moved her panty hose to one side, took the guy's cock and started pointing it towards the entrance of his use the word: pussy, and I saw her put it all in and until the end, letting out a groan. -¡Aaaaaaaay, what tasty! And he started riding him, occasionally saying His dress covered his buttocks but he would lift it up again, I saw how his penis entered and exited through his open slit, seeing that explicitly was nothing like seeing porn in the magazines my friends brought to school (that's how it was back then). It was noticeable that my mother was containing her moans of pleasure as she felt each thrust. For a while, she would stay quiet and he would pump into her from below. -It's getting late- she said and Don Javier started to speed up the in-and-outs, I could hear my mother's arrival and his arrival too. After that, both of them stayed quiet and spoke words, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I saw my mother stretch towards the desk next to her bed, took a piece of toilet paper, being careful not to stain her dress, wiped herself off from her buttocks to her pubic area. Then I immediately crouched down, crawled over to the stairs, went up to my room and closed my door, the show was over. I heard noises, footsteps, and them talking to each other. I peeked out the window and saw my mother taking that guy to the gate and saying goodbye as if nothing had happened. After that she came back into the house and went to the bathroom again, took a few minutes, then came out with her pink pantyhose in hand and started washing it in the laundry, I suppose it was all filled up because she picked it up without taking it off. She put it in a bag with clothes and went back inside, I heard her take the keys and leave, closing the gate to go pick up my sister from school. At that moment, I had the masturbation of my life. Don Javier never came back to the house again, my father found it too expensive what he charged and hired someone else. I didn't know if my mother saw that guy again, a week later I found out she had left to work far away.
I felt a cold sweat all over my body, courage to see what my mother was doing, but also a lot of morbo and excitement. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't see much at that moment, mom had her whole cock in the throat until she pulled it out to rub it on her face while looking at him laughing. I moved away from there because it was easy for them to see me, so without making a sound I went back upstairs and hid. Suddenly I heard them make noise and go into mom's room while whispering, I couldn't understand what they said. Again I gathered my courage because I wanted to see them and went downstairs, luckily these stairs didn't pass in front of the door to her room, but I could peek from the kitchen where the pantry and refrigerator were. And already being just there, I looked sideways and it was my good luck that they had left the door open, the guy was lying on the bed and my mom was riding him, she was giving me her back so they didn't notice I was looking at them. The type was massaging his ass under his dress and she was kissing him because she listened to the sounds of their mouths, my cock was so hard seeing that spectacle that even hurt. The builder had already taken off his pants and had it all stuck in his feet, and mom kept her dress on, I suppose she didn't want to undress if someone suddenly arrived at the house, but I saw her voluminous ass because the guy wasn't letting go of her ass. She went back down and I saw her head moving from top to bottom because he was sucking it. After my mom got up again to kiss him on his mouth, at the same time she moved her panty hose to one side, took the guy's cock and started pointing it towards the entrance of his use the word: pussy, and I saw her put it all in and until the end, letting out a groan. -¡Aaaaaaaay, what tasty! And he started riding him, occasionally saying His dress covered his buttocks but he would lift it up again, I saw how his penis entered and exited through his open slit, seeing that explicitly was nothing like seeing porn in the magazines my friends brought to school (that's how it was back then). It was noticeable that my mother was containing her moans of pleasure as she felt each thrust. For a while, she would stay quiet and he would pump into her from below. -It's getting late- she said and Don Javier started to speed up the in-and-outs, I could hear my mother's arrival and his arrival too. After that, both of them stayed quiet and spoke words, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I saw my mother stretch towards the desk next to her bed, took a piece of toilet paper, being careful not to stain her dress, wiped herself off from her buttocks to her pubic area. Then I immediately crouched down, crawled over to the stairs, went up to my room and closed my door, the show was over. I heard noises, footsteps, and them talking to each other. I peeked out the window and saw my mother taking that guy to the gate and saying goodbye as if nothing had happened. After that she came back into the house and went to the bathroom again, took a few minutes, then came out with her pink pantyhose in hand and started washing it in the laundry, I suppose it was all filled up because she picked it up without taking it off. She put it in a bag with clothes and went back inside, I heard her take the keys and leave, closing the gate to go pick up my sister from school. At that moment, I had the masturbation of my life. Don Javier never came back to the house again, my father found it too expensive what he charged and hired someone else. I didn't know if my mother saw that guy again, a week later I found out she had left to work far away.
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