My name's Steve and this is the story of how I started being dominated by my mom and her lover.
I've always been kind of a shut in. Not so much a loser, per say, but I spend a lot of times staying up late into the night playing video games. I've never been that popular in school; I tried playing sports but they were never for me. My favorite subject is science, so I ended up spending a lot of time with other nerdy kids. That is, until my senior year when I started taking chemistry from a guy named Mr. Huck, a bulky balding guy with a grizzly face. People always called him Jerry, but he made me call him Mr. Huck. I don't know what it is about me but he always looked down on me and picked on me. He would ask me the hardest questions during class and then suggest that I was stupid when I couldn't answer correctly, even though I always tried my best. One time, when there was this girl I had a crush on in class, after class Mr. Huck saw me talking to her and casually said to us, "hah, it's funny when beta's flirt with people out of their league." I went home and cried to my mom that day, she was very sympathetic.
My mom isn't incredibly beautiful, but she's has some assets if you know what I mean. She's a short redhead with a cute (but often loud) mouth. She always wears lipstick—and I mean always—and often is in formal attire. She works sales so she's often going out for formal meetings. And she has a big butt. I always knew about her big butt because kids would tease me about it when I was young, saying they were gonna 'fuck your big-ass milf mom' and stuff, but recently I started to really notice it. When I hadn't jerked off in a while and she walked around in her short skirt I had to hide my boner, or else run away and jerk off instantly.
I think she noticed this eventually; occasionally she would walk around in her underwear and I would have to avert my gaze and cover my crotch and she would say, "why so coy, coy boy? Why don't you come watch TV with mamma?" And I would make up some excuse to go jerk off that second and then go sit with her. But still I would see her big, soft ass fill out her underwear and visions of putting my penis between her cheeks deep in her pussy would get me all riled up.
A strange thing started to happen around this time too. You see, my dad's a meek but pretty standard patriarch to our home. Often a typical day is that he comes home from work, mom has already comes home, he gives her a foot wash and massage while she watches TV and then he goes and cooks dinner for us. He's often been very serviceable to my mom and I've always really admired that—their marriage growing up shaped my image of what a good relationship is. But he also has a busy job and he's often gone on business trips for a couple weeks at a time—that's partially why I feel so much closer to my mom than to him. But around when I started my senior year and when I turned 18 my mom started having visitors when he was gone. And not just houseguests, I mean, they would stay in our house the duration that my dad was gone. And they were always men. First it was her, my mom's boss, Mr. Sharma. My mom said to me, "oh honey, he just needs a place to stay for a little bit. And I think it'd be nice to have a man around the house while your father's gone, you wouldn't mind that, would you?" Of course I said no, I wouldn't mind. But all the time that Mr. Sharma was over my mom did the cooking and the cleaning of the house, which was very unlike her. And Mr. Sharma would smile at her in a way that made me very uncomfortable, like he was also thinking about her big ass. I was very happy when he left.
But then the next month it was my principal, Mr. Marlin. Who stayed over, and she didn't even have an excuse for him. And then the next month my school football coach, a huge, muscly black guy came and stayed with us. And one night when Mr. Marlin was over, I got up from bed to go to the bathroom and in the hallway I heard mom being pounded. You could tell she was trying to be quiet, but Mr. Marlin was going all out. On top of mom's whimpering I could hear his deep gravely voice, "oh, take it, slut. Take this big cock you fat bitch." I creeped up to the door and, to my chagrin, it was completely closed. But from up close I could hear his balls slapping against her and my parents' headboard hitting the wall. Of course, I was offended at the revelation that my mom was cheating on my father, but hearing her be pounded and abused like that also made me uncontrollably hard. It took me 30 seconds to gush cum right there on the carpet in front of their door.
I tried telling Dad about what I heard, the next day even I called him, and nervously said, "hey Dad, listen, I think I have some bad news about Mom."
"Is she okay?" He said.
"Yeah, she's fine," although I'm sure she's pretty sore, "it's just about the visitors she has over a lot."
"Oh, oh, oh, Steve, I know what you're going to tell me. And listen, those guys are my friends, they wouldn't do anything I'm not okay with. Don't worry about your Mom like that."
I said okay, but I just didn't believe that Dad knew what I was going to say. Was he really just that oblivious? Or is he for some reason okay with all these guys pounding his wife? Both answers didn't seem satisfactory.
At the same time, however, I had never been more turned on in my life. I left my room over and over at night to listen for my Mom and Mr. Marlin fucking. And each time I had the privilege of listening to Mr. Marlin abuse her, I came harder than ever in my life, and I'd sit their afterwords, splashed in my own cum and continue to listen, reveling in my Mom's cheating.
But eventually Mr. Marlin left and my Dad came back, and I didn't have any more of my Mom's sweet sex to jerk off to. I became desperate and started sneaking into her room to steal her panties, smelling them jerking off into them, imagining Mr. Marlin's cum dripping from her pussy into the panties on my face. I observed my parents too, and both Dad and Mom were acting normal as ever. In fact, they were better than normal, when my Dad came back from business trips he seemed happier than ever to make dinner and the massage mom and he just hung on her every need.
But eventually he had to leave again, thank God. I NEEDED to hear Mom fucking again so I could get off just as hard as I could before. But then Mom told me who would be visiting—my chemistry teacher, Jerry Huck.
"No!" I said, "Mom, I hate him! He is so mean to me, and your gonna bring him into our house?" And probably fuck him, I added in my mind.
"Listen sweety, he's a friend of ours and he needs a place to stay. It's the least you can do to try and be hospitable.
I had never heard about this supposed friendship before, but in my sick, sick mind I thought at least I'll have something good to jerk off to again. And somehow, the idea of someone I really hate fucking my mother made it even more hot. Sure enough the first night he stayed with us I snuck up to their bedroom door and heard the most violent gagging sound, and Mr. Huck was saying, "take it piggy, ugh, suck my cock piggy. Oh my god your fat fucking slut throat is so loose. How many cocks have you had in here bitch," and then slap, and then a moaning whimper from my mother. I exploded on myself right then, and whimpered along with my abused mother.
The next day was Saturday and sitting around with nothing to do all day made me so unbelievably horny. But Mom was in her room all morning so I couldn't even go and grab some of her panties—I had to wait around until 2 PM when she left the house for the grocery store. As soon as she did I burst into her room to grab the smelliest panties I could find. Instantly I pulled my pants down to jerk off in her underwear. It felt so good, any guilt I had in my mind about my mother's infidelity just melted away as I rubbed my cock with her panties. I thanked Mom for fucking my teachers and my coaches just for the euphoria.
But then a throat cleared behind me, and I froze.
"I forgot my keys when I went to the store," my mom said from behind me. I must not have heard her come back into the house. "Turn around," she said, and I did so, face blushing I bent over to pull up my pants. "No no no," she said swatting my hands away from my pants, "if you want to be a little pervert, you're going to be treated like one. Does it turn you on the rub yourself with your mother's underwear? Huh? Does it?"
I could feel her eyes bore into me as I looked down at her feet.
"Um... no," I said.
"Don't lie to me, I know what you were doing. Tell me! Does it turn you on?"
"I guess, a little. Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Tell me this then, does it turn you on to sit outside mommys door and listen to her private time?" My face blushed deeper. "Yeah! That's right, I know about your little night time excursions. It's a little hard to miss walking over cum first thing in the morning."
