Who saw mom having sex?

[Rabbit]

I’ve also seen her being fucked more than once. And after the farmer left, did he lick her after him?

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Immodest

[Evgeniy-Spb]

Sanek, oh, who am I seeing!) Where are you disappeared, young man? Has your studies consumed you?

[Crowbar]

As a child, I only heard my parents sometimes at night, but I didn’t understand what was happening... I thought one of them was having a nightmare, but I didn’t understand why they were going through this together... Mom and Dad were breathing noisily and intermittently at that moment. I felt something forbidden in this... that I was hearing something that I shouldn’t hear. It was awkward and even scary. And then, when I became a teenager, I saw how they did it... the feeling of awkwardness and shame quickly gave way to intense excitement!!!

[Travolta]

I also saw her being fucked more than once. And after the farmer left, did he lick her after him?

)))

[Ben Lazarus]

so you fucked her yourself then?

[Mickey Mouse]

How times and customs change. Now many people remember how happy they were to see their parents having intercourse. And for a little over a hundred years it was the order of things, when children watched their parents fuck. Remember before, a hut with a stove, a huge room on the stove, old people, kids (5 or more) on the benches on the chest, their parents are fucking. In the city it’s the same thing, only without the stove. And incest was practiced and it was all in the order of things.

[Gephas]

I saw it as a child, but I was very young. And then I heard it more than once when I lived in the same room with them for many years in a row. Then they moved to another room. But they practice nudism at home and are quite advanced. Mom saw my boner many times and saw how I jerked off. More precisely, it was firing at night, from the corridor, and I didn’t notice it right away. She is very juicy. As soon as I can post photos here, I’ll post them

[Piero]

Remember before, a hut with a stove, a huge room on the stove, old people, children (5 or more pieces) on benches

I can’t even remember it’s necessary, I went through all this, we had a northern incestuous family, of which there are a lot in the north of the European part of Russia. And the hut was big, and everyone was in front of everyone, but there were no old people - they lived in another village. I can say that in the village where I grew up, there were almost more incest families than ordinary ones! And no one condemned anyone for this; it was considered quite a common occurrence in the lives of fellow villagers. But non-believers were ostracized. Who wants to read about my incestuous family - see the section "Incest" page 24, I described everything there...

[Kitten]

I heard and saw) Curiosity however))

[Wanderer]

I heard and saw) Curiosity, however))

Are you disappointed?

[Kitten]

Wanderer,
and what is there be disappointed? Rather, on the contrary) aroused keen interest! That’s why I was already watching)

[Wanderer]

Wanderer,
n why be disappointed there? Rather, on the contrary) it aroused keen interest! That’s why I was already on guard)

There are simply such cases, when the result does not meet expectations. As far as I understand, this is not your case

[Kitten]

Wanderer,
Exceeded my expectations) ) Although, to be honest, I don’t remember what I expected, but I remember how I wanted to know why she was moaning and screaming so much)))

[Wanderer]

Wanderer,
nExceeded my expectations)) Although, to be honest, I don’t remember what I expected, but I remember how I wanted to know why she was moaning and screaming so much)))

I understand you perfectly such situations at home arouse incorruptible interest and awaken a variety of fantasies

[pipipisa]

I always see we have no secrets from each other

[Sibiryak89]

I see we always have no secrets from each other

Tell me how it was the last time, I’m not saying the last time

[pipipisa]

Invite my mother’s friend

I see we always have no secrets from each other

Tell me how it was the last time, I’m not saying the last time

it was in the sauna

[Sibiryak89]

Invite mom’s friend

I see we always have no secrets from each other

Tell me how it was the last time, I’m not saying the last time

it was in the sauna

Did you take part?)

[pipipisa]

Invite mom’s friend

Tell me how it was the last time, I’m not saying the last time

it was in the sauna

Did you take part?)

Of course

[Maxim777]

I was 10 years old. Mom is 30. This was the last year when they still took me out of school. In the city center she went to the public toilet, and I waited for her on a bench. She didn’t come out for about half an hour. And then a woman my mother’s age comes out and asks me: “Are you waiting for your mother?!” I answered yes. She said: “Wait, mom will come out soon.” I waited another 10 minutes and then decided to go to the women’s restroom. Another woman stood in the doorway at the entrance, spreading her arms across the width of the doorway, not letting anyone in. And she looked, smiling, into the inside of the restroom. She told me: “Where are you going?! You can’t go there.” Then I heard several impacts and a slamming sound on the tile floor (like a hip throw). The woman at the door looked at me in fear and said, wait, don’t come in, I’ll be right back. I listened to her, and after half a minute she returned. I asked her if everything was okay? She answered smiling that yes. I was a child, I didn’t understand anything, I turned around and left. Then I waited for my mother for about 30 more minutes. And that first woman came out, she was beaming with happiness, smiling playfully. She came up to me and showed her hand up to the elbow, bending it. That she fucked my mom. The woman didn’t say anything, she just showed. But I didn’t understand anything. I remembered this story by chance, when I was 28 years old. The woman pointed at herself, laughing and smiling, that she had fucked her, because the other woman told her that I wanted to come in and heard the sound of falling on the floor. Then she showed her fist and measured with her hand to the middle of the elbow, showing me how deep she inserted her fist into my mother’s vagina. After that, she held my gaze and led it with her gaze to her pussy. I didn’t understand the first time, she repeated, this time looking between her legs for a very long time and when I looked up, she shook her head (showing the pleasure she felt, my mother gave her by licking her front). Then my mother came out, about 5 minutes later, her hair was disheveled and sticking out very strongly at the back. She was very confused. I just followed her, constantly asking why she was there for so long, did she have a stomach ache or something? Mom was silent and did not answer anything, and the second woman followed us, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away, sometimes just walking next to us. When mom slowed down, the woman behind her slowed down too. The woman laughed all the time, looked at my mother and showed her something that I did not see. Then she left us and we went home.

I didn’t understand anything at all then. I accidentally remembered as an adult and understood everything. It was two lesbians who each took turns raping my mother. I saw them later when I was 16 and 17 years old. They ran into their mother on the street and in the subway. Accidentally. I’ll tell you further.


The one who was approximately the same age as my mother ran into her on the street when I was 16 years old, my mother was 36 years old. She pushed my mother’s shoulder with her shoulder and immediately hit her in the solar plexus with her fist. I stopped, and my mother stopped, although she wanted to go further. I took two steps to the side, showing the woman that I would not interfere. I didn’t remember that first story then. And for some reason there was a picture in my head that a man should not interfere in what happens between women. I don’t know where I got this conviction from. Subconsciously, I am sexually aroused by female fights, and apparently I wanted them to continue. Now from time to time I reflect on this memory and the second one, which I will describe later. The woman looked more at me, wondering if I would interfere, stand up for my mother. They looked at each other, and I looked at my mother from behind. What will she do, answer or endure. It was as if I was looking at my mother’s eyes and breasts only from the back. And that woman analyzed my gaze. Then I turned my gaze to the woman, and she pushed my mother’s shoulder with her hand. Mom answered her by pushing her on the shoulder. I took a few more steps away from them and looked at that woman again. And then she hit my mother with all her might on her right tit. Mom’s breasts were large (size 6-7). Then I just turned away so my mom wouldn’t see that I saw it. And he stood there for about half a minute, giving them the opportunity to sort things out. Turning around, I saw my mother leaving that woman, and the woman was looking at me in confusion. I followed my mother. Mom stopped, her hands were shaking strongly and her breathing was completely out of breath, she was snoring. Apparently the woman hit her again between the breasts, possibly with her knee. For about 5 minutes my mother couldn’t catch her breath, then she slowly walked on and touched her right breast with her hand, kneading it and involuntarily moaned very loudly. So we moved on. I didn’t remember the first story at the time. And he didn’t connect them in any way.


The second lesbian, who raped my mother seven years earlier, met my mother this time in the subway. I was traveling with her. I was 17 years old, my mother was 37 years old. The woman looked about 45 years old. The day before, I accidentally saw my mother topless for the first time; she accidentally didn’t close the door. Big beautiful tits, firm, not saggy, rather large pink areolas. Very sexy. And so, this fucker of my mother comes in at the bus stop and looks at her. Then mom recognized her and bent her back in front of her. The buttocks and breasts immediately became rounder. That woman pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand. The mother caved in and did not answer her. I looked at my mother with surprise and incomprehension that she did not answer her. That woman saw my reaction that I would not interfere and became bolder. She put her bag on the floor. She spread her legs wide and stood behind my mother. Close to her from behind. Over the next 10 minutes, the following events occurred. The lesbian started kneading my mom’s tummy. And then she grabbed her vagina. Her mother removed her hand. Here the girl who was sitting and was forced to watch all this against her will looked at her mother with incomprehension. The lesbian put her hand on her mother’s breast, the mother did not react, apparently she was afraid of her. From the side, then from above, then she began to knead mom’s right breast and whisper something in her ear. Then she pinched her nipple, then began to pull her mother’s breast with her hand, and the mother leaned her body where she was pulling her breast. I pretended not to see all this, looking indifferently to the side, but I saw the subway window in the reflection. Then I just turned away and heard two strong bangs, then two more and two more. The woman must have hit my mother in the kidneys with her fists. Possibly in the chest. Turning around, I saw my mother holding the handrail with one hand and completely covering her breasts with the other. And the lesbian with her hand rips my mother’s hand off the handrail and wants to throw my mother on the floor. Mom clings to the handrail with her other hand, which covered her breasts, and the lesbian grabs her right breast with all her strength and begins to pull. Then the mother is already in the letter “G” position, covering her chest with her hands, and the woman takes the mother by the hips and pulls her towards herself. Then I should have intervened by looking at the woman. She pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand, my mother bent over again, and with that the woman sat down contentedly on the subway seat.

[Andron]

I was 10 years old. Mom is 30. This was the last year when they still took me out of school. In the city center she went to the public toilet, and I waited for her on a bench. She didn’t come out for about half an hour. And then a woman my mother’s age comes out and asks me: “Are you waiting for your mother?!” I answered yes. She said: “Wait, mom will come out soon.” I waited another 10 minutes and then decided to go to the women’s restroom. Another woman stood in the doorway at the entrance, spreading her arms across the width of the doorway, not letting anyone in. And she looked, smiling, into the inside of the restroom. She told me: “Where are you going?! You can’t go there.” Then I heard several impacts and a slamming sound on the tile floor (like a hip throw). The woman at the door looked at me in fear and said, wait, don’t come in, I’ll be right back. I listened to her, and after half a minute she returned. I asked her if everything was okay? She answered smiling that yes. I was a child, I didn’t understand anything, I turned around and left. Then I waited for my mother for about 30 more minutes. And that first woman came out, she was beaming with happiness, smiling playfully. She came up to me and showed her hand up to the elbow, bending it. That she fucked my mom. The woman didn’t say anything, she just showed. But I didn’t understand anything. I remembered this story by chance, when I was 28 years old. The woman pointed at herself, laughing and smiling, that she had fucked her, because the other woman told her that I wanted to come in and heard the sound of falling on the floor. Then she showed her fist and measured with her hand to the middle of the elbow, showing me how deep she inserted her fist into my mother’s vagina. After that, she held my gaze and led it with her gaze to her pussy. I didn’t understand the first time, she repeated, this time looking between her legs for a very long time and when I looked up, she shook her head (showing the pleasure she felt, my mother gave her by licking her front). Then my mother came out, about 5 minutes later, her hair was disheveled and sticking out very strongly at the back. She was very confused. I just followed her, constantly asking why she was there for so long, did she have a stomach ache or something? Mom was silent and did not answer anything, and the second woman followed us, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away, sometimes just walking next to us. When mom slowed down, the woman behind her slowed down too. The woman laughed all the time, looked at my mother and showed her something that I did not see. Then she left us and we went home.

I didn’t understand anything at all then. I accidentally remembered as an adult and understood everything. It was two lesbians who each took turns raping my mother. I saw them later when I was 16 and 17 years old. They ran into their mother on the street and in the subway. Accidentally. I’ll tell you further.


The one who was approximately the same age as my mother ran into her on the street when I was 16 years old, my mother was 36 years old. She pushed my mother’s shoulder with her shoulder and immediately hit her in the solar plexus with her fist. I stopped, and my mother stopped, although she wanted to go further. I took two steps to the side, showing the woman that I would not interfere. I didn’t remember that first story then. And for some reason there was a picture in my head that a man should not interfere in what happens between women. I don’t know where I got this conviction from. Subconsciously, I am sexually aroused by female fights, and apparently I wanted them to continue. Now from time to time I reflect on this memory and the second one, which I will describe later. The woman looked more at me, wondering if I would interfere, stand up for my mother. They looked at each other, and I looked at my mother from behind. What will she do, answer or endure. It was as if I was looking at my mother’s eyes and breasts only from the back. And that woman analyzed my gaze. Then I turned my gaze to the woman, and she pushed my mother’s shoulder with her hand. Mom answered her by pushing her on the shoulder. I took a few more steps away from them and looked at that woman again. And then she hit my mother with all her might on her right tit. Mom’s breasts were large (size 6-7). Then I just turned away so my mom wouldn’t see that I saw it. And he stood there for about half a minute, giving them the opportunity to sort things out. Turning around, I saw my mother leaving that woman, and the woman was looking at me in confusion. I followed my mother. Mom stopped, her hands were shaking strongly and her breathing was completely out of breath, she was snoring. Apparently the woman hit her again between the breasts, possibly with her knee. For about 5 minutes my mother couldn’t catch her breath, then she slowly walked on and touched her right breast with her hand, kneading it and involuntarily moaned very loudly. So we moved on. I didn’t remember the first story at the time. And he didn’t connect them in any way.


The second lesbian, who raped my mother seven years earlier, met my mother this time in the subway. I was traveling with her. I was 17 years old, my mother was 37 years old. The woman looked about 45 years old. The day before, I accidentally saw my mother topless for the first time; she accidentally didn’t close the door. Big beautiful tits, firm, not saggy, rather large pink areolas. Very sexy. And so, this fucker of my mother comes in at the bus stop and looks at her. Then mom recognized her and bent her back in front of her. The buttocks and breasts immediately became rounder. That woman pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand. The mother caved in and did not answer her. I looked at my mother with surprise and incomprehension that she did not answer her. That woman saw my reaction that I would not interfere and became bolder. She put her bag on the floor. She spread her legs wide and stood behind my mother. Close to her from behind. Over the next 10 minutes, the following events occurred. The lesbian started kneading my mom’s tummy. And then she grabbed her vagina. Her mother removed her hand. Here the girl who was sitting and was forced to watch all this against her will looked at her mother with incomprehension. The lesbian put her hand on her mother’s breast, the mother did not react, apparently she was afraid of her. From the side, then from above, then she began to knead mom’s right breast and whisper something in her ear. Then she pinched her nipple, then began to pull her mother’s breast with her hand, and the mother leaned her body where she was pulling her breast. I pretended not to see all this, looking indifferently to the side, but I saw the subway window in the reflection. Then I just turned away and heard two strong bangs, then two more and two more. The woman must have hit my mother in the kidneys with her fists. Possibly in the chest. Turning around, I saw my mother holding the handrail with one hand and completely covering her breasts with the other. And the lesbian with her hand rips my mother’s hand off the handrail and wants to throw my mother on the floor. Mom clings to the handrail with her other hand, which covered her breasts, and the lesbian grabs her right breast with all her strength and begins to pull. Then the mother is already in the letter “G” position, covering her chest with her hands, and the woman takes the mother by the hips and pulls her towards herself. Then I should have intervened by looking at the woman. She pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand, my mother bent over again, and with that the woman sat down contentedly on the seat in the subway.

complete crap...

[AviatorAlex]

Ljuda, Kas oled Eestist?

[pipipisa]

There is a lot to learn from my experienced mom

[SergeiKa]

Maxim777, oh, Maxim... Don’t write anymore ... No need.

Sent after 5 minutes 17 seconds: n

There is something to learn from my experienced mother

And, what?... Spread it out!.. With sensitivity, with sense, with arrangement. .. Don’t pull the tail by the cat... You stretched it out for three days... You’re being pretentious, however...

[niqk]

Hm. That’s why she’s a woman...

[SergeiKa]

Or maybe just... At an elective, on this issue..

[Dinya0978]

The first time I saw my mother in very revealing underwear was when I was about 13. She was changing clothes and I went into the room (now I don’t remember why exactly) and at that time she was wearing only panties, which practically did not hide anything and it was not difficult for me to see what and how is under her panties. After that, I began to look for moments to see her again in only underwear or without it. Sometimes it worked and I saw her without panties several times. Naturally, after what I saw, I announced and often had fantasies of giving her cunnilingus (at that time I didn’t know what it was called). And when I was alone at home, I often took her panties from the drawer in the closet and did something that brought me incredible pleasure (jerked off with them and on them and even inhaled the aromas of her panties). But when I was already 20 and came out of the army, I found out that my mother had a man. Of course, I didn’t think then that I would start jerking off again, but at night I heard her moans due to poor sound insulation and, of course, I couldn’t restrain the desire to jerk off. And one day I forgot to take water into the room so as not to go out at night and passing by her room through the crack in the door I saw how she was sitting astride him having sex and, having forgotten where and why I was going, began to look at them and it instantly led me to frantic excitement and silently, ate restrained from sounds and wild jerking. I watched the entire lengthy process and during the viewing I managed to cum 3 times. After that incident, I began to follow whenever possible and wait for the right moment to peek.

[Wanderer]

I was 10 years old. Mom is 30. This was the last year when they still took me out of school. In the city center she went to the public toilet, and I waited for her on a bench. She didn’t come out for about half an hour. And then a woman my mother’s age comes out and asks me: “Are you waiting for your mother?!” I answered yes. She said: “Wait, mom will come out soon.” I waited another 10 minutes and then decided to go to the women’s restroom. Another woman stood in the doorway at the entrance, spreading her arms across the width of the doorway, not letting anyone in. And she looked, smiling, into the inside of the restroom. She told me: “Where are you going?! You can’t go there.” Then I heard several impacts and a slamming sound on the tile floor (like a hip throw). The woman at the door looked at me in fear and said, wait, don’t come in, I’ll be right back. I listened to her, and after half a minute she returned. I asked her if everything was okay? She answered smiling that yes. I was a child, I didn’t understand anything, I turned around and left. Then I waited for my mother for about 30 more minutes. And that first woman came out, she was beaming with happiness, smiling playfully. She came up to me and showed her hand up to the elbow, bending it. That she fucked my mom. The woman didn’t say anything, she just showed. But I didn’t understand anything. I remembered this story by chance, when I was 28 years old. The woman pointed at herself, laughing and smiling, that she had fucked her, because the other woman told her that I wanted to come in and heard the sound of falling on the floor. Then she showed her fist and measured with her hand to the middle of the elbow, showing me how deep she inserted her fist into my mother’s vagina. After that, she held my gaze and led it with her gaze to her pussy. I didn’t understand the first time, she repeated, this time looking between her legs for a very long time and when I looked up, she shook her head (showing the pleasure she felt, my mother gave her by licking her front). Then my mother came out, about 5 minutes later, her hair was disheveled and sticking out very strongly at the back. She was very confused. I just followed her, constantly asking why she was there for so long, did she have a stomach ache or something? Mom was silent and did not answer anything, and the second woman followed us, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away, sometimes just walking next to us. When mom slowed down, the woman behind her slowed down too. The woman laughed all the time, looked at my mother and showed her something that I did not see. Then she left us and we went home.

I didn’t understand anything at all then. I accidentally remembered as an adult and understood everything. It was two lesbians who each took turns raping my mother. I saw them later when I was 16 and 17 years old. They ran into their mother on the street and in the subway. Accidentally. I’ll tell you further.


The one who was approximately the same age as my mother ran into her on the street when I was 16 years old, my mother was 36 years old. She pushed my mother’s shoulder with her shoulder and immediately hit her in the solar plexus with her fist. I stopped, and my mother stopped, although she wanted to go further. I took two steps to the side, showing the woman that I would not interfere. I didn’t remember that first story then. And for some reason there was a picture in my head that a man should not interfere in what happens between women. I don’t know where I got this conviction from. Subconsciously, I am sexually aroused by female fights, and apparently I wanted them to continue. Now from time to time I reflect on this memory and the second one, which I will describe later. The woman looked more at me, wondering if I would interfere, stand up for my mother. They looked at each other, and I looked at my mother from behind. What will she do, answer or endure. It was as if I was looking at my mother’s eyes and breasts only from the back. And that woman analyzed my gaze. Then I turned my gaze to the woman, and she pushed my mother’s shoulder with her hand. Mom answered her by pushing her on the shoulder. I took a few more steps away from them and looked at that woman again. And then she hit my mother with all her might on her right tit. Mom’s breasts were large (size 6-7). Then I just turned away so my mom wouldn’t see that I saw it. And he stood there for about half a minute, giving them the opportunity to sort things out. Turning around, I saw my mother leaving that woman, and the woman was looking at me in confusion. I followed my mother. Mom stopped, her hands were shaking strongly and her breathing was completely out of breath, she was snoring. Apparently the woman hit her again between the breasts, possibly with her knee. For about 5 minutes my mother couldn’t catch her breath, then she slowly walked on and touched her right breast with her hand, kneading it and involuntarily moaned very loudly. So we moved on. I didn’t remember the first story at the time. And he didn’t connect them in any way.


The second lesbian, who raped my mother seven years earlier, met my mother this time in the subway. I was traveling with her. I was 17 years old, my mother was 37 years old. The woman looked about 45 years old. The day before, I accidentally saw my mother topless for the first time; she accidentally didn’t close the door. Big beautiful tits, firm, not saggy, rather large pink areolas. Very sexy. And so, this fucker of my mother comes in at the bus stop and looks at her. Then mom recognized her and bent her back in front of her. The buttocks and breasts immediately became rounder. That woman pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand. The mother caved in and did not answer her. I looked at my mother with surprise and incomprehension that she did not answer her. That woman saw my reaction that I would not interfere and became bolder. She put her bag on the floor. She spread her legs wide and stood behind my mother. Close to her from behind. Over the next 10 minutes, the following events occurred. The lesbian started kneading my mom’s tummy. And then she grabbed her vagina. Her mother removed her hand. Here the girl who was sitting and was forced to watch all this against her will looked at her mother with incomprehension. The lesbian put her hand on her mother’s breast, the mother did not react, apparently she was afraid of her. From the side, then from above, then she began to knead mom’s right breast and whisper something in her ear. Then she pinched her nipple, then began to pull her mother’s breast with her hand, and the mother leaned her body where she was pulling her breast. I pretended not to see all this, looking indifferently to the side, but I saw the subway window in the reflection. Then I just turned away and heard two strong bangs, then two more and two more. The woman must have hit my mother in the kidneys with her fists. Possibly in the chest. Turning around, I saw my mother holding the handrail with one hand and completely covering her breasts with the other. And the lesbian with her hand rips my mother’s hand off the handrail and wants to throw my mother on the floor. Mom clings to the handrail with her other hand, which covered her breasts, and the lesbian grabs her right breast with all her strength and begins to pull. Then the mother is already in the letter “G” position, covering her chest with her hands, and the woman takes the mother by the hips and pulls her towards herself. Then I should have intervened by looking at the woman. She pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand, my mother bent over again, and with that the woman sat contentedly on the seat in the subway.

What kind of sick fantasies of a sadistic schoolboy?

[Forty-fifth]

I was 10 years old. Mom is 30. This was the last year when they still took me out of school. In the city center she went to the public toilet, and I waited for her on a bench. She didn’t come out for about half an hour. And then a woman my mother’s age comes out and asks me: “Are you waiting for your mother?!” I answered yes. She said: “Wait, mom will come out soon.” I waited another 10 minutes and then decided to go to the women’s restroom. Another woman stood in the doorway at the entrance, spreading her arms across the width of the doorway, not letting anyone in. And she looked, smiling, into the inside of the restroom. She told me: “Where are you going?! You can’t go there.” Then I heard several impacts and a slamming sound on the tile floor (like a hip throw). The woman at the door looked at me in fear and said, wait, don’t come in, I’ll be right back. I listened to her, and after half a minute she returned. I asked her if everything was okay? She answered smiling that yes. I was a child, I didn’t understand anything, I turned around and left. Then I waited for my mother for about 30 more minutes. And that first woman came out, she was beaming with happiness, smiling playfully. She came up to me and showed her hand up to the elbow, bending it. That she fucked my mom. The woman didn’t say anything, she just showed. But I didn’t understand anything. I remembered this story by chance, when I was 28 years old. The woman pointed at herself, laughing and smiling, that she had fucked her, because the other woman told her that I wanted to come in and heard the sound of falling on the floor. Then she showed her fist and measured with her hand to the middle of the elbow, showing me how deep she inserted her fist into my mother’s vagina. After that, she held my gaze and led it with her gaze to her pussy. I didn’t understand the first time, she repeated, this time looking between her legs for a very long time and when I looked up, she shook her head (showing the pleasure she felt, my mother gave her by licking her front). Then my mother came out, about 5 minutes later, her hair was disheveled and sticking out very strongly at the back. She was very confused. I just followed her, constantly asking why she was there for so long, did she have a stomach ache or something? Mom was silent and did not answer anything, and the second woman followed us, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away, sometimes just walking next to us. When mom slowed down, the woman behind her slowed down too. The woman laughed all the time, looked at my mother and showed her something that I did not see. Then she left us and we went home.

I didn’t understand anything at all then. I accidentally remembered as an adult and understood everything. It was two lesbians who each took turns raping my mother. I saw them later when I was 16 and 17 years old. They ran into their mother on the street and in the subway. Accidentally. I’ll tell you further.


The one who was approximately the same age as my mother ran into her on the street when I was 16 years old, my mother was 36 years old. She pushed my mother’s shoulder with her shoulder and immediately hit her in the solar plexus with her fist. I stopped, and my mother stopped, although she wanted to go further. I took two steps to the side, showing the woman that I would not interfere. I didn’t remember that first story then. And for some reason there was a picture in my head that a man should not interfere in what happens between women. I don’t know where I got this conviction from. Subconsciously, I am sexually aroused by female fights, and apparently I wanted them to continue. Now from time to time I reflect on this memory and the second one, which I will describe later. The woman looked more at me, wondering if I would interfere, stand up for my mother. They looked at each other, and I looked at my mother from behind. What will she do, answer or endure. It was as if I was looking at my mother’s eyes and breasts only from the back. And that woman analyzed my gaze. Then I turned my gaze to the woman, and she pushed my mother’s shoulder with her hand. Mom answered her by pushing her on the shoulder. I took a few more steps away from them and looked at that woman again. And then she hit my mother with all her might on her right tit. Mom’s breasts were large (size 6-7). Then I just turned away so my mom wouldn’t see that I saw it. And he stood there for about half a minute, giving them the opportunity to sort things out. Turning around, I saw my mother leaving that woman, and the woman was looking at me in confusion. I followed my mother. Mom stopped, her hands were shaking strongly and her breathing was completely out of breath, she was snoring. Apparently the woman hit her again between the breasts, possibly with her knee. For about 5 minutes my mother couldn’t catch her breath, then she slowly walked on and touched her right breast with her hand, kneading it and involuntarily moaned very loudly. So we moved on. I didn’t remember the first story at the time. And he didn’t connect them in any way.


The second lesbian, who raped my mother seven years earlier, met my mother this time in the subway. I was traveling with her. I was 17 years old, my mother was 37 years old. The woman looked about 45 years old. The day before, I accidentally saw my mother topless for the first time; she accidentally didn’t close the door. Big beautiful tits, firm, not saggy, rather large pink areolas. Very sexy. And so, this fucker of my mother comes in at the bus stop and looks at her. Then mom recognized her and bent her back in front of her. The buttocks and breasts immediately became rounder. That woman pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand. The mother caved in and did not answer her. I looked at my mother with surprise and incomprehension that she did not answer her. That woman saw my reaction that I would not interfere and became bolder. She put her bag on the floor. She spread her legs wide and stood behind my mother. Close to her from behind. Over the next 10 minutes, the following events occurred. The lesbian started kneading my mom’s tummy. And then she grabbed her vagina. Her mother removed her hand. Here the girl who was sitting and was forced to watch all this against her will looked at her mother with incomprehension. The lesbian put her hand on her mother’s breast, the mother did not react, apparently she was afraid of her. From the side, then from above, then she began to knead mom’s right breast and whisper something in her ear. Then she pinched her nipple, then began to pull her mother’s breast with her hand, and the mother leaned her body where she was pulling her breast. I pretended not to see all this, looking indifferently to the side, but I saw the subway window in the reflection. Then I just turned away and heard two strong bangs, then two more and two more. The woman must have hit my mother in the kidneys with her fists. Possibly in the chest. Turning around, I saw my mother holding the handrail with one hand and completely covering her breasts with the other. And the lesbian with her hand rips my mother’s hand off the handrail and wants to throw my mother on the floor. Mom clings to the handrail with her other hand, which covered her breasts, and the lesbian grabs her right breast with all her strength and begins to pull. Then the mother is already in the letter “G” position, covering her chest with her hands, and the woman takes the mother by the hips and pulls her towards herself. Then I should have intervened by looking at the woman. She pushed my mother between her shoulder blades with her hand, my mother bent over again, and with that the woman sat down contentedly on the seat in the subway.

complete crap...

But it’s long

[Kulibin]

One day Mom and her man were washing in the bathhouse and I looked through the window and saw him sitting on a small chair, and Mom jumping on top of him, I got scared and immediately left. And then when they went out to the dressing room, I saw how thick and long my uncle’s penis was, but not in a state of erection, and then I definitely thought that they were fucking, I was about 10 years old at the time. Now it happens to me that after good sex, my penis fell, but even bigger ones sizes))

[Evgenii7519]

complete crap...

Don’t talk. They wrote some kind of herobara...)))

[Qwerty91]

I’ve been spying on mine for 36 years, since I was 12 years old.
To say that it excites.........is an understatement!
This is such an explosion of emotions! Watch how she gets fucked, how a man’s dick gets inserted into her pussy/ass/mouth, how the released sperm squishes inside her, how her tits shake wildly, how she moans with pleasure!!!!!!! Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
I especially liked it when Caucasians fucked her......

ohhh how

[Miracles]

I wouldn’t be able to stand it now if I saw this.

[Svetik5]

I understand you perfectly 😊Such situations at home arouse incorruptible interest and awaken a variety of fantasies

My fantasies have always poured out in an abundant trickle. And more often, after I lay down on the bed, I fucked myself in the ass with a stick, imagining how good it felt for her when she was being fucked, and I actually came with moans.

[Rocket]

I didn’t see the process itself, I didn’t even hear it, but!
I found her vibrator, well, relatively recently
When I was little, well, in front of me, her roommate put his hands in her panties right there and looked at me in my eyes, it was such a provocation, otherwise, I confess, I myself imagined that I was doing this, and at some point, I decided to try it, since then, I touched her in all places, even the most intimate , there was no thought that this was impossible, she touched me and washed me when I was little (I went off topic)
So, no, I didn’t hear, I didn’t see

[Belphegor]

I didn’t see it, but I heard it all the time.

[Dgonio2022]

That’s what I’m talking about. It’s really cool when mom is a whore. Mine was also fucked and is now being fucked by different men.

[Slider88]

Slutty behavior and being a whore are two different things. When I was 11, my friend and I watched my mother being torn apart, one at a time and in a group
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how old was the mother then?

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There is something to learn from my experienced mom

What did you learn?

[Wanderer]

I think everyone saw how mom fucked

[Dgonio2022]

No, I think not, not all of them. I know one guy, he and a friend took care of his mother.

[course]

At one time I almost erased my penis while spying on my mother. What does it have to do with their sex with their father, even then at my 14-17 years (approximately) and then at 21? was boring. All because I began to quietly look after my parents separately. My father took mostly +/- his peers, the sex was brighter than with my mother but it wasn’t particularly different.
Mom lured guys a little older than me, about 5-7 years apart, into bed.
What did she do? with them!!!! Can’t put it into words. I watched and jerked off, came and played again without stopping until my groin hurt. I forgot about all the girls that surrounded me then, I wanted my mother like crazy. Once I even tried to say, but the speech that came out was not entirely intelligible, although it was sufficient to understand the intentions, but my mother didn’t hear, or rather pretended to.
I couldn’t squeeze out the second attempt, but I didn’t forget to peek, and This happened often back then. Now I would have enough courage, and my father is no longer around and there are a million opportunities, but time is merciless... But although it’s rare, I remember those “sessions” and it still turns me on.... A modest quiet person in family, a strict boss at work, barely alive in marital duty and a wild predator, a whore and a mistress at the same time on the side))))

[Man07]

I had no problem spying on my parents. They weren’t particularly camouflaged. We fucked for pleasure. And with others, I once saw how after a birthday, when everyone had gone away, a guy I knew in the kitchen fooled my mother. She squealed all over the house, she probably forgot that I was at home.

[Crowbar]

It seems to me that there is something hidden in this... when you spy on your parents having sex. Probably because you understand that it is immoral. Well, and also that it’s somehow unusual and wild to even see parents in such a role, even though it’s absolutely natural.

[Dgonio2022]

I saw something similar, only not after the party, but during it. Fucked right around the corner from the house where they were hanging out. By the way, my father was there too.

[Crowbar]

I remember when I first saw my mom fucking, it was just space!!! Despite the fact that the sex was quite casual. But the very fact that I see my mother naked, in a natural, liberated state, turned me on like crazy!

[helicopt9]

I remember when I first saw my mother fucking, it was just space!!! Despite the fact that the sex was quite casual. But the very fact that I saw my mother naked, in a natural, liberated state, turned me on like crazy!

For me it was like watching porn. I like it.

[crunch]

I’ve never seen it, I’ve only heard it, well, I gently ran my dick over her when I was under the influence and she’s aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and and drunk! everything came together cool)

[Crowbar]

Wow, I took it off my tongue! It’s like real-life porn, only a hundred times cooler. At least because it is much more natural and sensual, and not staged. And your mom is in the lead role.

[crunch]

well, 90% of the people here are assholes) and I regret this experience

[Man07]

Crowbar, Exactly, I still remember the emotions. First time when I got a good look at my mother’s pussy, I thought I was going to faint, that’s how it came.