My mother was never discreet about her relationships. Her lack of discretion got much worse after I'd returned from college for my summer break. She was an attractive lady with a pretty face, curvy body, and wonderful personality. That summer, I learned she was the type of woman who could sleep with any man she wanted to. She rarely brought the same man home twice. For those three months, there was a constant parade of tall, fit men in our home.
Our home was small and had very thin walls. When I'd arrived home that summer, I found my bedroom had been rearranged so the head of my bed was against the same wall as my mother's bed. Nearly every night for those three months, I would lay in my bed listening to her crest in one orgasm after another on different cocks, night after night after night. It was torture.
Unlike my mother, I was far from desirable to the opposite sex. I was still 100% a virgin. I was short and skinny like my father. My skin was fair and my body hair was light blonde and sparse. Being 19 years old, my sex drive was off the charts. And my mother was the star of nearly all my masturbatory fantasies.
It took me a few weeks to work up the courage to peek in on my mother and her friend one evening. I'd listened to have one unusually loud orgasm and her friend didn't sound like he was going to finish anytime soon. Wearing only my briefs, I tiptoed out of my room and down the hall. I quietly got on my knees outside her bedroom door and peeked inside. I didn't have the best view, but what I saw forever changed my fantasies.
My mother was naked and on her back. I could see one breast and one leg along with the side of her face. Between her spread thighs was a man sawing his long, thick cock in and out of my mother. He was tall and fit. He had a heavy 5 o'clock shadow and his body was deeply tanned. My hand slipped into my underpants while I watched that man fuck my mother. I played with my small, skinny penis for a short time before I decided I was pushing my luck.
Very quietly, I crept back to my own room. Before climbing back into my bed, I stripped off my briefs. That night I laid naked in my bed, on my back with my legs spread wide, just like my mother was. I masturbated in time to the man's thrusts into my mother. Of course, I didn't last nearly as long as he did. I had finished, was wiped clean and tucked into bed long before he exploded inside my mother.
Shortly after that night, my mother began introducing me to every man she brought home. Shaking the hand of the man who would be fucking my mother that same night was surreal. Not long after that, my mother had me say goodbye to them too, even if that meant waking me up while I pretended to be asleep. On those nights, she would gently wake me up and I'd have to shake the man's hand and tell him it was nice to meet him. She would be wearing one of her many nightgowns that left her immense boobs unsupported. None of her nightgowns extended beyond midthigh. A few nights I could have sworn I saw the light from the hallway glisten off moisture on the insides of her thighs.
After my mother walked her friend out, she would return to my room and tuck me in before kissing me on the lips. I knew she sucked their cocks. I'd heard the sucking sounds through the wall and many of her friends even commented on her sucking skills. When she began giving me those goodnight kisses, I knew she hadn't washed her face or brushed her teeth. She would lean down and kiss my lips, whisper, "Goodnight Sweetheart." And kiss me once again. The taste of their cocks as transferred from her lips to mine. And that taste always left me rigid, even if I'd already played with myself.
After bringing two men home with her one evening and introducing me to both of them, I listened to them both have their way with mother. They went at it, off and on, for almost two hours. When they were finally finished, my mother guided them both into my bedroom while I pretended to be asleep. She woke me up with a gentle touch on my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I saw my gorgeous mother standing beside my bed in a deeply cut, upper thigh length, completely sheer white nightie. Standing on either side of her were the two men who had just made love to her.
My penis was perfectly stiff when I reached up and shook the hands of the two men who my mother had just fucked. As usual, my mother walked them out and then returned to my room. Instead of kissing me goodnight, she pulled the covers away from my body and without mentioning my underpants around one ankle and my hands on my bare erection, she climbed into my bed and laid on her back.
