The love a son has for his mother is always special but the love I have for mine is far beyond that. My mother and I have always been close, come to think of it, I have always been close with both of my parents.
My parents had me when they were young, meeting in college and falling head over heals for each other. The following year, I was born and they were married a few months after that.
My parents have always been the loving affectionate type, always making out in front of me, always touching or saying endearing things to one another. It used to freak me out, as none of my friends parents acted like them. My mother would always tell me, "You're going to wish you find a love like ours one day. And when you do, you'll understand."
I didn't understand then, but I do now. Most of my friends parents barely like one another, let alone love each other. I was happy that my parents were still in love after all these years, especially once I saw how my friend Paul parents were. I would rather have parents that loved and showed a little too much PDA in front of me than parents that fought all the time.
Like I said earlier, my parents are always affectionate, so its nothing new for me to hear them go at it once in a while. They would try to be discreet as possible but my father must have some skills in the bedroom in order for him to produce the sounds I hear coming out of my mothers mouth. It was always late at night, so I know they believed me to be asleep and too far to hear, which would normally be true. Our bedrooms were on the opposite side of the house and usually I wouldn't be able to hear them if I was in my room with my door closed. However, my bathroom was in the middle, and when I get up to go towards that way in the silence of the night, I could hear every sound that came out of their room.
I would sometimes go back to my room and jerk off, coming in buckets imaging my mother's moans coming out of her mouth. A few times I even stood in the hallway and jerked off, listening to my mother's voice as I furiously gave my dick some attention. Her moans were sexy as Hell, and I know I shouldn't be turned on by hearing my parents go at it like rabbits but it is something I couldn't help. Usually, I would feel guilty after I came but that never stopped me from doing it again if I caught them in the act. In all honesty I wish my future wife would be just like my mother. She is sexy as all hell, and I have no idea when I started looking at her as a woman and not just my mother, but I do, and can't wait to find someone just like her.
One summer I was home from my second year at college, choosing to go to school no more than a few hours away from home. My last year of high school, my mother cried about her only son going so far away, and since I didn't have any particular school I just had to get into, so I chose one closer to home. I'm able to come on the weekends if I don't have any major studying to do, along with holiday breaks and so forth.
So this summer I was home, trying to find a job to occupy my time during the day. I guess my parents wasn't expecting me home for another few hours, as I told them I had a few job interviews and then I was going over to my friend Paul's house afterwards to play video games. I did tell them I would be home by dinner, which was the plan, but Paul's father came home early from work, got drunk rather quickly and started being the normal douche that he was. His parents started arguing, rather loudly I might add, so I decided to head home early. Who knew I should have called my own house first, before coming back.
Paul's house is about two blocks over from mine, but his house is behind ours. Its faster to get home cutting through the back way, as opposed to going around the front to the street, so that's exactly what I did; coming in the house from the kitchen door instead of the front. I must not have made a lot of noise coming in, because as soon as I walked to the kitchen entry way, which leads me into the narrow hallway, which then leads to the living room, I could hear my parents going at it. The fact that they were having sex wasn't what surprised me, it was what was coming out of my father's mouth that made me take pause and stop breathing.
"You like that young dick breeding your pussy don't you, my slut?" My mother's answer was a long, drawn-out moan. I could hear skin slapping against one another from what I could guess was my father pounding into my mother from behind.
"Answer me Sharon."
"Yes, I love that young dick," she moaned. I hear a slap, followed by another long moan from my mother.
