I have a secret that I've never told anyone, not even my husband who knows everything about me. The events of a summer night, after I turned 18 and graduated from high school, that changed my life and contributed to who I am today. I learned a lot of things from my mother that summer, some of which she didn't intend to teach me.
First let me tell you a little bit about my mother. Have you ever seen a woman walking down the street, or even in line at a grocery store that seems to ooze sexuality; the one that has the attention of every man within fifty feet of her without even trying? My mother was one of those women.
At 5'8 and 145 pounds, she was a bomb shell. Her silky, chestnut colored hair framed her high cheek bones and strong jaw beautifully. Her large hazel eyes, decorated with naturally long dark lashes could mesmerize the most prominent of people, and her full lips added a kiss of softness to her otherwise slightly angular face.
She never committed herself to a serious relationship for various, but questionable reasons and she raised my brother and I alone. I found out that summer that just like any other woman, she had her needs and accommodated them in an interesting way. She stopped trying so hard to shield me from her endeavors and it didn't long for me to put it all together.
Her favorite place to pick up a man was the airport. I'm sure it was like hunting for her. She never really told me about it, but with what I know and what I seen that summer, I would bet that it went something like this: She sat at the bar, nursing her whiskey until she zeroed in on a man that was alone and good looking. If he was just passing through or there for a short time, she would seduce him and bring him home. After satisfying her needs she sent them away glossy eyed with lop sided smiles.
Anyway, the summer after I turned 18, I finally started blooming, and grew out of the tomboy mentality I sported through high school. My mom was overly elated and immediately began teaching me how to be a "woman". These lessons included make-up application, endless demonstrations of walking, leg placement, hip movement, even how to hold my head and shoulders. She had me sit with my back straight and my legs crossed, and by the end of the summer I was wearing six inch stiletto's better then any super model could.
If and when I complained, she would say things like, "You'll never know when you catch the right person's attention. In a "man's" world a woman has to know how to stand out and be noticed."
Towards the end of that fateful summer, on a cool night, I watched my mother in action. That night I was supposed to be at an orientation for various colleges, but for one reason or another I ended up back home. On the way to my room I have to walk by my mother's room, and since she didn't think I would be home she didn't bother to close her door.
I knew she had company as soon as I walked into the house. The wine glasses and music gave it away. As I approached her bedroom I could hear her soft moans and couldn't help myself. I peered into her room and the images captivated me.
My mother was laying on her back with her legs spread wide, her fingers tangled in the hair of the man whose mouth was eagerly feasting on her pussy. Her breaths were shallow, quick. He stroked his cock as his tongue licked and sucked at my mom's cunt.
It didn't take long for my panties to become wet, I felt tingles racing over my skin, my mouth dried and I found it hard to swallow. Instead of heading to my room, I hid in the shadows and watched them. My nipples ached against my bra and I slipped my hand into my pants to touch my clit while I watched my mother. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, whimpered and bucked her hips, screaming things I couldn't make out. Within minutes my own pussy was twitching as she shuttered against her pillow, her body trembling.
I watched, fingering my soaked cunt, as her stranger continued to explore her body, kissing her flat stomach and caressing her legs. It didn't take long for her to recover and posistion herself on her hands and knees, meeting the man's rigid cock with the tip of her lips. I licked my own lips, at the sight and watched unable to take my eyes from her mouth. She moaned, bobbing her head down the shaft of a man's cock that I knew she didn't know, sucking hungrily. I watched his face twist as he thrusts his hips to meet her mouth, grunting and pulling her hair.
I wasn't a complete stranger to oral sex, but I always though of blow jobs as strictly for his pleasure. My mother showed differently; she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as he was, if not more. Her back arched as she swallowed his cock, twisting her head and occasionally teasing just the tip. Her tongue darted between her lips twisting around his shaft as she pinched her nipples, tugging them hard, moaning when her fingers moved feverishly to her cunt.
I felt tingles run through my veins, heat flushing my cheeks as my mother backed away from him, turning to offer her ass to the man. I pinched a nipple with my free hand and gasped at the sensitivity of it. Butterflies lifted in my stomach as he eagerly grabbed my mother's hips and pulled her back onto him, guiding his cock into her cunt. My eyes flicked over their bodies as I rolled and twisted my nipple, enjoying the pleasure rippling from it.
The sight was so erotic; my mother looked like a goddess, a thin layer of sweat made her skin glow, and her dark hair clung to her moist face. She immediately pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, and cried out as he plunged a finger into her ass hole. My panties were so wet, and my clit throbbed under my fingers.
I watched them fuck each other with a fierceness I've never known. My mother's body moved against him rhythmically and I let a small moan escape my throat as she began to tremble. He seemed to now exactly what to do to her, and I wanted desperately to feel what she was feeling.
He was nothing like the young men I'd been with who fumbled with my clothes and laughed to disguise his inexperience. I had never experienced an orgasm that I didn't give to myself, but as I watched my mom have several, I knew that I soon would.
I tiptoed to my room when they collapsed against each other, and gave myself multiple orgasms as I replayed what I saw in my mind. An hour later I fell into a restless sleep.
After that night, I started watching her every night. On the nights that she didn't have a man, she used dildos and vibrators, which I learned to use from watching her. I didn't have one of my own, so I used hers when she wasn't home. I became a master of masturbation pretty quickly thanks to her demonstrations, but I wanted to experience sex the way she did.
A few weeks later, I seen my chance and took full advantage of it. I was in my room while my mom was having dinner with her catch for the night, laughing and drinking straight shots of whiskey. I wasn't keeping count but knew she had had more then her normal amount and was drunk. She slurred her words and had trouble standing.
The tall man she had brought home was extremely good looking with dark blonde hair, that hung over his forehead, blue eyes and broad shoulders. I guessed him to be in his late forties judging by the slight laugh lines and the gray hairs at his temples; but he was fit and had an accent that made my nipples hard.
He followed my mom into her room, making sure she didn't run into any walls. She was all over him and I could see that he couldn't wait to get her to bed. I waited for a few minutes then cracked her bedroom door, just a tad. I watched as he did amazing things to her. I listened to her moan and watched her body react to his fingers and tongue. He didn't even bother to get undressed before he brought my mom to a body racking climax.
I watched his tongue move expertly around her clit as my mom's breathing became rapid, and when her body began to shake he pulled his face away from her and looked towards the door. I thought I seen a faint smile and raced back to my own room, my face red from embarrassment and arousal. Despite my pounding heart it took only minutes for me to calm down, and gently begin stroking my swollen clit. I brought myself to a mediocre orgasm then passed the next hour listening to music and hoping that the man pleasing my mom wouldn't say anything to her about seeing me.
