As I left the apartment still under shock of what I had just witnessed, but more than that now scared about being caught spying on her, I left the building.
I just could not take the image of mom with the two of them out of my head. On one side I was feeling guilty about spying on my own mom and ashamed because it turned me on so much.
It was not like I had not been turned on by my mom in the past like our last trip to Phuket together, where every time going to the beach with her would give me a hard on because of the skimpy bikini's she wore which left very little to imagination. Or her see through summer dresses which she would wear with nothing but a thong.
I remember going to bars in the evening and she would be dressed as skimpy as the sluts on the side of the road in short shorts and tube tops.
I'll never forget the night she got picked up by a stranger at a bar and I ended up sleeping on the sofa of our suite, hearing them fucking all night in the adjacent room.
So I had been turned on many times by her, like any young son with a hot mom. But this was different seeing her getting fucked not only turned me on but made me lust her in a way I had never felt before.
While trying to get a grip on today's events I realised it was time to head back home.
Despite being scared and ashamed of my actions, I somehow managed getting myself to the door of my apartment.
As I opened the door with my set of keys, hoping I'll just sneak into my room, my heart was pounding faster than it had been the last time round.
But to my surprise I was greeted by a smiling mom walking barefoot towards me with her hair wet and a towel wrapped around her boobs covering her till her thighs.
I just froze as she approached me giving me a hug and a peck on my lips like she usually does when I get home.
She probably didn't see me! I thought.
Mom smiling, "You smell of cigarettes, go brush your teeth and while you're at it have a shower too."
I did as I was told, entering the bathroom I noticed mom's laundry bag was lying on top of the washing machine.
I had to peek. Inside were skimpy shorts, thongs, lacy bras tight tops etc.
Seeing the stuff and imagining my mom wearing them started getting me hard again. Then I found the white thong she was wearing this afternoon with which she'd wiped the cum on her eye, it still had dried cum on it.
That was enough for me, as my 7 inch cock was super hard and pointing towards the ceiling, it felt like it would take off. I started shagging furiously to my moms image of getting fucked by the two guys.
I could not get over how turned on I was on seeing my own mom getting fucked, any self respecting son would have probably beaten the guys and fought with his mom, but I was definitely a pervert I realised.
Soon there were streams of cum landing on the shower cubicle wall.
What a relief! Probably now I can stop thinking about it I hoped.
After my shower I decided to grab a beer from the kitchen refrigerator, feeling confident after the way mom had wished me earlier.
Mom was already their filling up the ice box for her evening vodka and tonic, with Suresh the cook next to her with one hand of his on her ass.
She was only wearing a cropped yellow coloured tight top and bikini styled lacy see through white panties.
His hand did not come of her ass despite me entering, in fact I saw him squeezing her ass as I entered.
Mom gave me way to grab my beer, as I was leaving the kitchen I heard a spank, looking back I saw both of them looking at each other smiling, with his hand still playing with her ass cheeks.
As I sat on the living room sofa, sipping on my chilled beer looking for my cigarettes, I knew things were never going to be the same again.
In a few minutes mom came and sat on the sofa opposite me. Suresh behind her carrying the vodka, icebox and tonics placed them on the bar and went back into the kitchen.
Not only were her tits on display under the thin top, but I could also see her pussy lips through her sheer panties.
Before I could ask, why was she dressed like this, she asked me to fix her a drink.
Fixing her drink I heard mom ask, "Did you enjoy the show?"
I almost dropped her glass!
"What show mom?" I asked innocently.
"I saw you son and don't worry I am not angry." she said with a wink!
