As I said at the end of the previous account, my thoughts about my mother's infidelity consumed me from the inside out, it's an indescribable feeling to be a witness to a situation like that. There were moments when I felt guilty for taking something so delicate for granted without even having 100% of all the necessary evidence to accuse her of being unfaithful, but everything pointed to it. My father didn't deserve it either, since from the time I had reason to understand, I was always aware of his marital life and his temperamental relationship with Mom.
Casually, during those weeks my father hadn't sent us any money to continue working on our new house, so we asked the masons to take a break until we had enough money to keep going. However, much of the wood they used for their scaffolding was left there. I immediately thought it would be a good idea to use the boards as a hiding spot to spy on my mother and her lover.
The house still didn't have any lights or any kind of illumination, only what reached us from the patio at night, and the public streetlight that was on the corner of our property.
One evening, without my mother noticing, I entered the new house and arranged several boards in a corner right in front of a room with scaffolding inside, it would be the perfect hiding spot because there wouldn't be any way to notice my presence unless they had to crouch down and look for me underneath. I cleaned the floor carefully to remove any used nails that could hurt me, and also placed a couple of partitions behind the boards I arranged so I could sit. On either side, I put some buckets we used to carry sand and mix. Now all I had to do was wait for the day when my mother would give me signs that she would have an encounter with her supposed lover.
Many nights passed, almost a month, and I still hadn't seen anything. I would pretend to fall asleep early, hoping my mother would leave at midnight, but that never happened. Neither did she stay out so late nor wear that black skirt again. But finally, that long-awaited day arrived, it was a Tuesday, I remember it perfectly, I finished my homework early and took a bath before dinner. My mother looked particularly attractive that night, she had put on a printed skirt with drawings like a collage of newspapers, it was an unusual model but it accentuated her hips and prominent buttocks well. She also wore a tight-fitting tank top that showed a slight cleavage revealing the upper part of her chest, just where that line is that divides both breasts. I remember that day my sister had a school meeting at kindergarten where my younger sister went, I sensed the teacher would have enjoyed a great show with such an outfit. We finished dinner and I went to my room, my sisters were watching TV and my mother was clearing the table. It was 10 pm and I got up one last time to go to the bathroom, my mother was still sitting at the table reading a magazine. 'That's a sign', I remembered those nights when I saw her suspiciously leave the new house in the middle of the night, she also waited for me to fall asleep first, and she was reading one of her magazines too. After thinking about that situation, I said goodbye as if I were going to bed, listened when she left for the bathroom, and waited until she came back, turned off the light, and closed her door. My room had a small window on the lateral wall that looked out onto our backyard, I could fit through it easily and I went out, not without arranging some pillows on my bed and putting my blanket on top to simulate that I was sleeping. I left my room and headed towards the new house from the back, jumped out of the window of the room that would be my hideout, and waited hidden in a corner. I would occasionally peek out. Through the window towards the house, waiting for my mother to come out. After a while, it was time, I heard light footsteps approaching, and when I looked at what would be our living room, I saw her arrive wearing the same skirt she had worn that day. She headed towards the window, hiding in the shadow since the lamp post's light illuminated part of the area. She sat on a pile of cement blocks and waited. I could perceive her perfume; she had prepared for their encounter, wore her hair loose, which was unusual because even though it was still somewhat short, she usually used a chongo to style it.
I didn't take long to notice a noise similar to that of a bicycle, she peeked out the window slightly and suddenly he arrived, silently jumping over the window, they exchanged some words but very quietly, I couldn't hear them clearly. I felt like I was trembling, being witness to something forbidden. My mother didn't wait any longer, embracing him with a deep kiss on the mouth, I listened to the smacking of lips kissing hungrily, she caressed his back and he took her by the waist before lowering his hands to her buttocks, this image began to excite me immensely.
The man pulled her towards the center of the living room where there was a stack of partitions, he sat down while embracing my mother, massaging her hips. Luckily, a ray of light hit my mom's face, I distinguished her mischievous smile as she enjoyed the caresses they were giving. - Did I surprise you? - Yes, I had been waiting for it. - What were you waiting for? - For your cock. - Do you like my cock, aunt? - Yes.
I felt like my penis was about to burst from being so hard, listening to those words coming from my mother almost caused an instant ejaculation. Then she started unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper and pulling out his member. I couldn't distinguish what was happening clearly, but it was obvious; she had her head just between the man's legs. Compadre making oral sex to me. My mother took her time enjoying the task, delayed much until he stopped her. Then he took her from behind, she leaned her hands on the partitions and lifted her booty, he raised his skirt and assumed that he had done his pantaloons off since I never saw her take off her underwear at any moment. At that moment, I could see the guy with his virility well erected accommodating himself to penetrate her. She lifted her head and I could see her gestures of pleasure by the light entering through the window, she had her eyes closed and was biting her lips. The compadre gave a push making her let out a muffled groan, containing herself from screaming, and began to pump her. My mother savored with gusto the thrusts that her compadre was giving her, her generous breasts were swaying from side to side and sometimes he would put his hands under her blouse. She whimpered pitifully for each orgasm she had, only two. Finally, he finished coming on top of her, I understood why he left all her clothes stained with semen. - Clean me up or your aunt is going to find out- he said, lifting one of his feet onto the partitions, at that moment the light also reached him and I could see clearly how he was expressing himself, still expelling the last drops of semen. My mother immediately began to lick her without spitting anything. She passed her tongue over the entire glans collecting any remaining cum. She got up, lowered her skirt, whispered things I couldn't hear. They gave each other a few more kisses and the term was for him to leave jumping out the window again. It's worth mentioning that finally I knew who my mother's supposed lover was, it was my younger sister's godfather, he worked on a chicken farm, just like my father before he went to the United States. On that farm, they rolled shifts, I suppose he used as an excuse for his wife that she arrived too late at home because of working overtime hours, and I assumed this because my father I also used to do it. My mother adjusted her skirt and went towards the bathroom. As she was walking away from that place, I took advantage of the moment to return to my room. Once inside, I saw her leave, and as expected, she came back with different clothes on. I waited a few minutes before having the masturbation of my life, just a few pulls were enough for me to come in abundance. In the morning, I went back to check the bucket that was inside the bathroom, waiting to see my mother's dirty laundry, but to my surprise, it wasn't there. I assumed she had hidden it somewhere else. From that day on, I imagined I would be a witness to several encounters, but something unexpected happened. That weekend, my mother told my sisters and me: my father had called her on the phone announcing he would be back with us in three months. Since then, my mother no longer went out at night, and gradually stopped wearing those skirts forever.
Casually, during those weeks my father hadn't sent us any money to continue working on our new house, so we asked the masons to take a break until we had enough money to keep going. However, much of the wood they used for their scaffolding was left there. I immediately thought it would be a good idea to use the boards as a hiding spot to spy on my mother and her lover.
The house still didn't have any lights or any kind of illumination, only what reached us from the patio at night, and the public streetlight that was on the corner of our property.
One evening, without my mother noticing, I entered the new house and arranged several boards in a corner right in front of a room with scaffolding inside, it would be the perfect hiding spot because there wouldn't be any way to notice my presence unless they had to crouch down and look for me underneath. I cleaned the floor carefully to remove any used nails that could hurt me, and also placed a couple of partitions behind the boards I arranged so I could sit. On either side, I put some buckets we used to carry sand and mix. Now all I had to do was wait for the day when my mother would give me signs that she would have an encounter with her supposed lover.
Many nights passed, almost a month, and I still hadn't seen anything. I would pretend to fall asleep early, hoping my mother would leave at midnight, but that never happened. Neither did she stay out so late nor wear that black skirt again. But finally, that long-awaited day arrived, it was a Tuesday, I remember it perfectly, I finished my homework early and took a bath before dinner. My mother looked particularly attractive that night, she had put on a printed skirt with drawings like a collage of newspapers, it was an unusual model but it accentuated her hips and prominent buttocks well. She also wore a tight-fitting tank top that showed a slight cleavage revealing the upper part of her chest, just where that line is that divides both breasts. I remember that day my sister had a school meeting at kindergarten where my younger sister went, I sensed the teacher would have enjoyed a great show with such an outfit. We finished dinner and I went to my room, my sisters were watching TV and my mother was clearing the table. It was 10 pm and I got up one last time to go to the bathroom, my mother was still sitting at the table reading a magazine. 'That's a sign', I remembered those nights when I saw her suspiciously leave the new house in the middle of the night, she also waited for me to fall asleep first, and she was reading one of her magazines too. After thinking about that situation, I said goodbye as if I were going to bed, listened when she left for the bathroom, and waited until she came back, turned off the light, and closed her door. My room had a small window on the lateral wall that looked out onto our backyard, I could fit through it easily and I went out, not without arranging some pillows on my bed and putting my blanket on top to simulate that I was sleeping. I left my room and headed towards the new house from the back, jumped out of the window of the room that would be my hideout, and waited hidden in a corner. I would occasionally peek out. Through the window towards the house, waiting for my mother to come out. After a while, it was time, I heard light footsteps approaching, and when I looked at what would be our living room, I saw her arrive wearing the same skirt she had worn that day. She headed towards the window, hiding in the shadow since the lamp post's light illuminated part of the area. She sat on a pile of cement blocks and waited. I could perceive her perfume; she had prepared for their encounter, wore her hair loose, which was unusual because even though it was still somewhat short, she usually used a chongo to style it.
I didn't take long to notice a noise similar to that of a bicycle, she peeked out the window slightly and suddenly he arrived, silently jumping over the window, they exchanged some words but very quietly, I couldn't hear them clearly. I felt like I was trembling, being witness to something forbidden. My mother didn't wait any longer, embracing him with a deep kiss on the mouth, I listened to the smacking of lips kissing hungrily, she caressed his back and he took her by the waist before lowering his hands to her buttocks, this image began to excite me immensely.
The man pulled her towards the center of the living room where there was a stack of partitions, he sat down while embracing my mother, massaging her hips. Luckily, a ray of light hit my mom's face, I distinguished her mischievous smile as she enjoyed the caresses they were giving. - Did I surprise you? - Yes, I had been waiting for it. - What were you waiting for? - For your cock. - Do you like my cock, aunt? - Yes.
I felt like my penis was about to burst from being so hard, listening to those words coming from my mother almost caused an instant ejaculation. Then she started unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper and pulling out his member. I couldn't distinguish what was happening clearly, but it was obvious; she had her head just between the man's legs. Compadre making oral sex to me. My mother took her time enjoying the task, delayed much until he stopped her. Then he took her from behind, she leaned her hands on the partitions and lifted her booty, he raised his skirt and assumed that he had done his pantaloons off since I never saw her take off her underwear at any moment. At that moment, I could see the guy with his virility well erected accommodating himself to penetrate her. She lifted her head and I could see her gestures of pleasure by the light entering through the window, she had her eyes closed and was biting her lips. The compadre gave a push making her let out a muffled groan, containing herself from screaming, and began to pump her. My mother savored with gusto the thrusts that her compadre was giving her, her generous breasts were swaying from side to side and sometimes he would put his hands under her blouse. She whimpered pitifully for each orgasm she had, only two. Finally, he finished coming on top of her, I understood why he left all her clothes stained with semen. - Clean me up or your aunt is going to find out- he said, lifting one of his feet onto the partitions, at that moment the light also reached him and I could see clearly how he was expressing himself, still expelling the last drops of semen. My mother immediately began to lick her without spitting anything. She passed her tongue over the entire glans collecting any remaining cum. She got up, lowered her skirt, whispered things I couldn't hear. They gave each other a few more kisses and the term was for him to leave jumping out the window again. It's worth mentioning that finally I knew who my mother's supposed lover was, it was my younger sister's godfather, he worked on a chicken farm, just like my father before he went to the United States. On that farm, they rolled shifts, I suppose he used as an excuse for his wife that she arrived too late at home because of working overtime hours, and I assumed this because my father I also used to do it. My mother adjusted her skirt and went towards the bathroom. As she was walking away from that place, I took advantage of the moment to return to my room. Once inside, I saw her leave, and as expected, she came back with different clothes on. I waited a few minutes before having the masturbation of my life, just a few pulls were enough for me to come in abundance. In the morning, I went back to check the bucket that was inside the bathroom, waiting to see my mother's dirty laundry, but to my surprise, it wasn't there. I assumed she had hidden it somewhere else. From that day on, I imagined I would be a witness to several encounters, but something unexpected happened. That weekend, my mother told my sisters and me: my father had called her on the phone announcing he would be back with us in three months. Since then, my mother no longer went out at night, and gradually stopped wearing those skirts forever.
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