Mom Fuced up the Family

All characters engaging in sex are 18 years or older. This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental. This story will contain anal, cum play, and light fetish play. If you like this story, please vote, comment, and let me know what you liked, and look forward to many more stories from me. A big thanks to kenjisato for the editing.

Let me start by telling you a little about my family. My dad worked a lot so that my mom didn't have to, and he makes good money. But, he had to travel a lot for work, going for a week or up to a month at time; he is gone for about six months a year.

My older brother, the fuck up, is five years older than me, and only cares about drinking getting high or fucking girls. At seventeen, he got kicked out of the house for stealing my parents' jewelry and other things.

So me and my mom spent every minute together when I was home. When I was twelve years old, mom and dad started to get into fights more and more, and I could hear him calling her names; like slut, whore, and bitch. That got me made because of how close my mom and I are; to me, she was the sweetest and most loving person I know. But, when I was fifteen, they got a divorce.

Now this only made me and mom even closer, and for the first two years after the divorce, I would sleep in mom's room to keep her from crying. Mom and I got so close and comfortable around each other, that she would come out of her bathroom or be around me naked, and I started to do the same.

I had the biggest crush on her and at night when she was asleep, I would play with her boobs and ass and sometimes put a finger inside her pussy and play with it.

I wanted nothing more then to have sex with my mom. When I turned eighteen, and was going to make my move on mom, my brother somehow talked his way back into the house. Saying he only needed to stay for a week or two, to get back on his feet, and my mom said okay.

All he ever did, was go out all night and sleep all day. He always came home high or drunk, in the morning. One night, I got up at two or three in the morning, to go to the bathroom and heard loud moans and slapping sounds coming from the living room.

I thought how could my brother have the gall to bring some girl home; but I got curious, and wanted to see who she was. I grabbed my phone so that I could show my mom later.

Now, if you go down the hall from the upstairs bedrooms, you could see down into the living room and that's what I did. I quietly walked over,and what I found there... broke my heart. I was looking down at my brother fucking my mom from behind. She had her knees on the couch and was holding the back of it as she was getting fucked hard by my brother.

He was slapping her ass with one hand, and grabbing her big tits with the other. I could hear him asking her how much did she love her son's cock, and how much of a slut she was for fucking her own son.

She was telling him how much she loved his cock, and to fuck her harder. I took a short video of this and went to my room. I was crying and angry at them; but, mostly at her for doing this with him, and not me. I knew I needed to get out of there as fast as I could.

I grabbed some clothes, my laptop, and phone, and left my room. I walked into the living room, and looked at them. It was about a minute before my mom saw me standing there and jumped off my brother's dick and they both got to their knees to hide behind the sofa so only their heads were showing.

My mom asked me what I was doing up, as if what she was doing was nothing wrong. I looked at them angrily for a moment, them told them that they didn't need to stop for me, because I was leaving so they could continue without any more worry about me waking up.

My mom started to cry, asking me not to leave, that she loved me so much; and that I was the only person in her life that she cared about and that cared about her, how everyone else had abandoned her.

I looked at her and told her that it looks like she had already found someone that she loved more than me, so she would be fine, and I left the house. I drove off and didn't have anywhere to go, so I called my dad and asked if I could stay with him.

I got to his house and he asked me what was going on and I told him and showed him the video. He didn't seem to be to upset by it, and told me the my mom was a slut and that she would have guys over at the house all the time when he was out at work. After he found out, that's when they started to fight. She said that she would stop, but never did. That's why he left her, and he was sorry I had to find out about her like this, and that he couldn't believe she would do that with her own son.

She called me non-stop for a couple of days, but I didn't want to talk to her. My dad told me I could stay for as long as I wanted, and that he had already got a room for me as he knew this day would have come sooner or later.

Mom called dad a couple days later and asked if I was there. I told him to say no, she told him that if my brother comes to him, to call the cops. When she had gone to the store for some groceries, he stole all her jewelry, her new TV, and other things, and left. She went on to say how because of him coming back home, it ruined her life.

Dad laughed at her, and told her that the items he took were probably payment for fucking her. And that it was her, that ruined her life, not him. She was the one that ruined her relationship with him and now me, and that it was her fault that she no longer had anyone in her life that loved her; but now, she was free to fuck as many guys she wanted to.

When Dad ended the call, he had a happy look on his face, and told me he had waited for so long to tell her that.

A month later, I ran into mom at a store and she asked if we could talk about what happened. I told her there wasn't anything to talk about, that there was no way it was a misunderstanding from what I saw that night. And that the part that hurt the most, was how close we were, and by her doing that with him, made me feel like I wasn't good enough for her.

I left her there crying. That was six years ago, and I haven't talked to her or seen her. The last I heard, she had stopped talking to any family, and stayed in her house most of the time. And my brother ended up in jail a month later for armed robbery and ended up owing some bad people a lot of money, that led to him getting killed.

I do think about her sometime. And the only grandma my kids know is my new stepmom.

Thank you for taking time out to read my story I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it...