A mi madre se la follaron en la fiesta de navidad

I still remember that Christmas night when my mother got fucked by my father at the company party where my father worked. Now that I still remember what happened to my mother at a party we were invited to, I'll pass it on, omitting details and modifying names, of course, so they can't identify us. A high-ranking executive from the company where my father worked invited the employees in his department to a Christmas party he was hosting to celebrate the holiday. The invitation included the worker's partner, but didn't mention bringing children. This party was held at the chalet he had on the outskirts of the city and included a dinner featuring sophisticated canapés and expensive alcoholic drinks, with music and dancing included. It was the typical kind of invitation you have to go to even if you don't like it, which was the case for my parents, who hated this typical and repulsive corporate party, but my father insisted on not losing his job, despite my mother's fierce opposition, which she eventually gave in to, but with the condition that I would come along too since they didn't want to leave me alone and there was no one else who could stay with me that night at home. I have to say that at that time I would have been around 12 years old, my mother 34, and my father a few years older. So we all went dressed for the occasion, my father in a navy blue suit and red tie, me also in a suit but without a tie, and my mother in a very tight dress with straps and a skirt above her knee, high heels and stockings, all black and shiny. Although it wasn't exactly a cold night, rather the opposite, we all wore coats, although my mother's was made of fur. The truth is that my mother was dazzling, I had never seen her like that before, so dressed up and... totally desirable. Her face looked incredible, she had made herself up and seemed like someone else. Sensual and fleshy lips painted red. Beautiful black eyes framed by a slight shadow dark on eyelids, finely drawn eyebrows and lashes of black. Cheekbones with a slight blush. The dress was so fine that it clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous curves and slender waist. Although it took us a little while to find the chalet, we arrived in our car, my father at the wheel, my mother as copilot, and I sitting behind. My father identified himself through a video intercom and the enormous gate of the entrance slowly opened, letting us pass. More than a chalet, it was a mansion, with a gigantic garden and a house of at least two floors. My father whistled when he saw it and my mother got excited, opening her eyes and mouth wide as she gazed at it. Yes, he had really made it, and how stingy he was with his employees. There were many cars parked, and when my mother commented on this, my father responded with a scowl: I told you they'd all come and those who don't will get screwed! Once the car was parked, we walked towards the mansion, where people could be heard talking animatedly. They exchanged handshakes and kisses with people I didn't know or care about, nor did they care about me. The only couple I knew were greeted by my parents and, very friendly, also by me. They could say that they were the only friends in that hell of lies, hatreds, and fears. Their names were Lorenzo and Elena. They were around the same age as my parents, although the two men had similar builds, the two women were slightly different. My mother was almost 1.7 meters tall, while Elena didn't reach 1.6 meters. My mother was broad-shouldered with a prominent bust, while Elena had narrower hips and a more discreet bust. Both were very good-looking, especially in their dresses that accentuated all their curves. While my mother's dress was black, Elena's... It was red, but in both cases their skirts reached above the knees, highlighting long and precious legs, as well as sensual and curved thighs. Black shoes for my mother and red ones for Elena. Fine black stockings for my mother and transparent ones for Elena. I stayed next to the two couples while they talked, but throughout the night, each one went his separate way, first the men parted ways, greeting their work acquaintances, leaving the women alone since they didn't work at the same company as their husbands and didn't know anyone. I remained with them, picking canapés practically in silence, while listening to them talk among themselves and observing how the men and some women gazed at each other. It was a world of adults that I still wasn't part of, but I wasn't alone. A boy slightly older than me approached me and introduced himself. His name was Alfonso and he asked very friendly if I hadn't been able to escape coming as well. He told me how much he hated these parties and, realizing it was also my case, proposed showing me the garden, which was lit up, and I, warning my mother, went with him. We were alone and he kept explaining to me, stopping to explain the different fountains and trees. Everything was very well taken care of, with the trees and bushes trimmed, forming gracious figures and lush walls of vegetation. He knew it like the palm of his hand, so I asked if he lived there and, as I supposed, he was the son of the director who had invited us. Returning to the area where they served canapés, I could see that my mother and her friend weren't alone, but three well-dressed men were chatting very animatedly with them. Their drinks were no longer refreshing drinks, but wine cups, and when they finished one, another was brought immediately. I worried because my mother wasn't used to drinking alcohol and the few times I saw her do it, she lost her composure and became excessively bold, so I begged my father to appear and take her away, but he wasn't around anywhere. Intimidated by the new male companies, I, as a shy boy that I was, didn't dare approach them and watched them from a distance, but I wasn't the only one, since my new friend Alfonso also looked at them, although they weren't the only target in which he focused, since, looking around everywhere, he immediately urged me: Come with me! And I followed him, entering the garden again. It seemed like a hunting dog that had sniffed out its prey. At his gesture, he told me to be quiet and, walking silently between the green walls, stopped, pointing his head towards some shadows, I could first hear some gasps and moans, then observe some bodies moving rhythmically forward and back, forward and back, rhythmically. There were two bodies, one leaning forward, resting on a tree, while the other placed behind it, ... was getting fucked! I couldn't believe it, they were fucking in the garden! My gaze cleared immediately and I could see that they were a man and a woman. The man, with his pants down to his ankles, was screwing a woman who, with her skirt lifted from behind, was letting herself get screwed. He held her by the hips while he bounced up and down, screwing her. We stood there watching the spectacle in silence for no more than a couple of minutes until, sighing heavily, they stopped and we, young voyeurs, discreetly retreated. Returning to the area where the canapés were served, Alfonso, looking up at the upper floors of the mansion, urged me again to follow him, and I did, not without noticing that a couple of windows that had been off before were now lit. We entered the house and, without anyone saying anything or stopping us, went up the stairs to the top floor and, crossing a large room in shadows and a barely lit corridor, we stopped in front of a closed door. Alfonso took his index finger to his lips to prevent any noise from escaping and bent down, looking through the keyhole of the door for almost a minute, until he stood up again and indicated by gestures that I should look too. And a beautiful full butt filled my entire vision! A perfectly round butt that rose and fell, rose and fell, as an enormous cock penetrated it through the pussy one and then another! Without taking my gaze away from this morbid spectacle, I also listened to them moaning and panting while they were screwing. The man's hands held him by the hips just as much as he was rubbing his bouncing buttocks. He had already been observing for almost a minute when I felt Alfonso pat me on the back and, as I stood up, he pointed with his head towards where we had come from, and I could hear some female giggles approaching. My new friend indicated with his head that I should follow him to an open window located just a few meters away, through which he agilely disappeared. Before entering, I poked my head out and, although it was dark, I could see Alfonso just a few centimeters from where I was standing, stuck to the wall and on a slightly inclined roof towards darkness that I couldn't calibrate. I also came out and, carefully and quietly, we approached a window from which light emerged. He was the first to stop and look, leaving room for me to do so too. And just a few meters away from where we were standing, a couple was screwing on the bed! Both completely naked, he lying on his back on the bed, held onto a woman who, situated in front of him and on her knees, rode his cock relentlessly. Up-and-down, up-and-down, forward-and-backward, forward-and-backward! It was the same couple I had watched screwing through the keyhole! And there was the woman whose butt I had been hypnotized by watching her screw. The woman I had a perfect body and a beautiful pinkish color. Her ass was wiggling with every movement and her beautiful breasts resembled the two halves of a coconut, ending in small pointed nipples. She wasn't totally naked like my first impression, but only wore thin transparent stockings that held up on her thighs. The man, as he brought his hands from her waist to her breasts, caressing them, made me focus on her face and it was one of the men talking to my mother and Elena! And it was Elena the woman she was having sex with! Sexing! Her face denoted great pleasure, with her half-closed eyes, biting her plump and shiny lips. The red dress she wore was thrown on the floor next to her bed, along with her red lingerie and high heels. What about my mother? Suddenly a terrible doubt arose as I looked at the window to my right, which lit up, and Alfonso left me alone, approaching her, crouching down to observe through it. I followed him and, as I got closer, the happy giggles of a woman became more distinct. I positioned myself beside my companion, both of us crouched low, with only our upper heads sticking out above the window sill to see without being seen, although it was very difficult since the room was very well lit and there was great darkness outside. The first thing I saw was a double bed in the middle of the room and a man who, smiling, looked back towards an open door and encouraged someone to enter: Come on, come on, don't be afraid we won't eat you! Immediately another man with red hair appeared at the doorway, pulling someone's arm to make them enter, and then a woman emerged, laughing and disheveled, struggling not to enter but unable to do so due to lack of strength or intention. Pulling the woman managed to get her into the bedroom, and approaching her, he placed himself beside her, putting his hands on the woman's buttocks, pushing her, and made her enter, closing the door behind them. At that moment I fixed my gaze on her face, and... it was my mother! My mother! My heart skipped a beat and I let out a small gasp, losing my balance for a moment but then regained it, grabbing hold of the window frame and continued to stare hypnotized. At that moment the blonde man had one arm around her legs and lifted her up off the floor, making her scream hysterically, laughing. From where I was standing, I could see her perfectly as her skirt had risen, exposing the entire length of her legs. The blonde man threw her upwards, catching her when she fell, making her scream hysterically. He did it once, twice and even three times, and each time my mother screamed hysterically, laughing, while her small skirt kept rising, and the other man took off his jacket and tie, leaving them on a small armchair in the room. Come on, throw her! The blonde man urged him who was holding her in his arms, causing her to scream without stopping laughing: Ah, no, no! Not paying attention to her pleas, he threw her again and the other man caught her, taking advantage of the blonde man to quickly get rid of his jacket and tie that he threw onto the bed, closing the door with a lock. My mother, in the arms of the man and with her skirt up to her waist, begged him between laughs: No, please, no! I see you very risible and lustful. Your No is a Yes. The man responded without stopping smiling. My mother's laughter stopped suddenly when she saw the blonde man taking off his shirt, shoes, and pants, leaving only his boxer shorts and black socks. Come to bed with her! The blonde man exclaimed, and his companion threw her onto the bed while the blonde man launched himself at her, holding her and provoking her Tickling her with his fingers. My nervous mother was laughing and rolling around on the bed, and the blonde was taking advantage of it to unzip her dress from behind while saying: Laugh, laugh, slutty, laugh! From where I was observing, I watched everything that was happening in detail. My mother's black thong and bra, as well as her black stockings. The huge erection the blonde had while undressing her and how, drooling with pleasure, the other man approached her, pulling down her dress straps, taking it off her arms, and the blonde released her bra from behind, still tickling her. Pulling down her dress by the feet, they took it off, along with her high heels and bra, leaving my mother only with the almost non-existent thong and stockings, while she rolled around and kicked, exclaiming between laughter. No, no, no! The blonde stopped his companion when he was pulling down my mother's thong, saying: She took off her panties herself! At the same time, he didn't stop tickling her with one hand and rubbing her tits and ass with the other, his companion undressed in a moment of his pants, shoes, and underwear, leaving only blue marino socks and exhibiting a huge cock that was hard and congested, pointing to the ceiling. He got on the bed, rubbing my mother's tits while she, between jumps, managed to put herself upside down on the bed, trying to protect her breasts, placing her bent legs under her body and with her ass in pompa. Then the blonde pulled out the thong that was hidden between her two buttocks and put it on one of them, followed by inserting his fingers into her crotch, rubbing her insistently while stopping tickling and concentrating on exciting my mother's vulva, who stopped laughing nervously, only strongly sighing, while the other man separated the two cheeks of her ass and, observing her anus, also started to... stimulating it with her fingers, inserting them slowly into the hole through soft circular movements. My mother remained face down with her ass in pompa, not moving and not uttering a word, only strongly sighing, but then her sighs were accompanied by weak moans. The blonde suddenly pulled the thong down, exposing her completely naked ass, and buried his face between her buttocks, causing my mother to scream between surprise and pleasure, and began to lick her vulva, while holding her with her hands on her hips so she wouldn't move away. While eating her pussy, the companion, unable to excite her, pulled the thong down, bringing it down to her knees. My mother's weak moans transformed into sharp cries of pleasure, but before she came in the blonde's mouth, he got up onto the bed and, placing one knee on the mattress between her legs and the other bent to the side of my mother, grabbed his erect and hard cock with one hand and inserted it slowly into my mother through her pussy. Holding her by the hips, he began to ride her, slowly at first but then increasing the pace of the screwing, even moving my mother forward and backward, forward and backward, synchronizing her swaying movements with those of the man who was fucking her. The bed, in its movement, crashed against the wall again and again, confusing its loud noise with those caused by the blonde's balls impacting one after another into my mother's vulva, with her cries and sighs, and with the man's snorts. I, from my position, watched how they were fucking my mother and the surprise and indignation that I felt at first gave way to resignation and then to morbid pleasure and enjoyment of seeing how good she was and how they were taking it. My mother's buttocks oscillated with the energetic thrusts of the man, emitting sharp cries. whimpers when the cock penetrated her and sighed when it slid out of her vagina. It was more than five minutes of him fucking her until he finally stopped grunting, emptied all his sperm into my mother's vagina, and she let out a strong sigh at this moment. They remained still for a few seconds before the blonde dismounted, and his companion quickly pushed my mother's buttocks slowly onto the bed, turning her over onto her back on the bed. Then he positioned himself between her legs, first removing her thong, letting it fall to the side of the bed, before rubbing his cock congested throughout her vulva, between her vaginal lips, until he found the entrance to her vagina and slowly began penetrating her, supported by his strong arms, without stopping to look at her morbidly. My mother, feeling herself being penetrated again, let out a strong sigh, not resisting, letting the cock penetrate her to the bottom. She leaned on her arms, watching the man as he was slowly fucking her, her face and breasts, how her enormous breasts were swinging and how his erect cock appeared and disappeared inside my mother's vagina. I heard the sound of the man's balls hitting this time with her perineum, and how she moaned and jaded in pleasure, just like the grunts of the man who was fucking her. At times my mother would close her eyes, while her rosy tongue appeared between her wet and hungry lips, only to open them again and contemplate the luxurious face of the man who was fucking her. The penetration lasted for at least ten minutes this time, and when it ended he quickly got dressed, just like the blonde had done before him, and they left the bedroom, closing the door behind them and leaving my mother lying on her back on the bed, still. It didn't take more than five minutes for my mother to fear being caught in that position in bed, so she He quickly lifted and, closing the door's lock on the bedroom door, put on my thong first, then my bra and dress to finish with my high heel shoes. Hurrying to fix my hair in front of the only mirror in the bedroom, I left the bedroom in a hurry, closing the door behind me. My companion, the young man who had allowed me to watch through the window as they were having sex with my mother, was already at another window, snooping on how another woman was being screwed, but after what I had seen, I didn't have the strength to keep going, so I entered the house through the window and went down to meet my parents. There wasn't any scandal that night or, at least, I don't know if there was. Neither my mother nor Elena reported what happened. The party probably continued for a longer time but both my parents and their friend's couple gave up on the party and we left each one in our car. On the way home, we all remained silent, although my father put on the radio where a soft melody was playing. I doubt if my father knew anything about what happened that night and if he ever found out, I don't know. A few months after that night, my father changed jobs and we never went back to that mansion again, from which I still have a very pleasant memory and even now, years later, I masturbate thinking of my mother, her ass, her breasts, and how they were screwing her, wearing only exciting black stockings.