It was a regular Saturday night until I walked through my front door, quietly not to wake my mother, only to find her fornicating with a man I'd never met or seen before.
It was 1am and I was returning home from a night out with my friends. In fairness to my mother I was supposed to be staying at my best friend Jessica's house. Deciding I wanted to end the night earlier than planned, having consumed more alcohol than I could handle, I headed home instead.
As soon as I heard voices coming from behind the lounge door, which was ajar with a dim beam of light escaping, I quietly removed my heels, put down my handbag and tiptoed towards the light, in a red strapless dress.
In my direct line of site I could see the top of my mothers head. Her brown locks flowed over her shoulders and down her arms and I could see her large, natural breasts, bare tummy and spread legs. She was naked.
I gasped and stifled a giggle. Between her legs I could see the back of a shaven head and the muscular body of a man eating her out.
"Mmmmm," she swooned, breathing heavily. I'd just walked in post-orgasm. "Now stick that big cock of yours inside me and fuck me hard!"
The man rose from between my mothers legs with a glistening grin on his face. "I think your cunt is ready, now," he spoke in a deep, masculine voice.
Wow! I gasped again, gripped by what my young eighteen-year-old virgin eyes were witnessing. I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't look away either. I'd watched porn and read erotic stories on Literotica, but this was real life. My nipples stiffened and became very sensitive.
My mother is a forty-year-old brunette with blue eyes and a heavy bust. Divorced from my dad many years ago, I knew she had dated a string of guys, but I'd never seen this beast of a man before. My clit started throbbing, demanding attention.
He was easily ten years older than my mother. Tall and well built, but not the bodybuilder type. Although I guessed he worked out. My mother was five-seven, this guy towered above her, even on his knees. I wanted some of what he was giving.
"You want it hard, slut?" he smirked, keeping his eyes fixed on my mother.
I'd never heard anyone speak so crudely to her before, but then I'd never seen her in this situation before either. So hot. So taboo. I felt naughty and excited.
"You know I do," she sighed breathlessly, reaching for his cock. "You know how I like it." What a whore, I grinned.
My gaze followed her hand. His cock was sticking up at forty-five degrees with an upward curve. It was the size of an Italian salami. I'd never seen a cock that big. My eyes widened and my pussy released wet excitement into my knickers.
As I watched my mother touch, grab and then stroke the guy's cock, I began to fidget. I couldn't keep my body still as I continued watching. My clit demanded attention.
"Your wish is my command," he chuckled, then took hold of his shaft.
My mother joyfully sighed and raised her arms above her head, ready to take it whilst laying in the middle of the sofa.
The guy positioned his large mushroom shaped head between my mother's legs and slapped her pussy with it a few times. She groaned then bit down on her lower lip in anticipation. I bit down on my own lower lip in anticipation, desperate to watch it slide inside her. Not because she was my mother, but because I wanted to see that big cock in action.
She groaned as he entered her, and I hitched my dress up around my waist. My eyes were glued to the tantalising action as he took his time sliding and easing his cock into my mother.
Her groans became louder and louder before she gasped, sighed and panted, as more and more of his cock entered her.
I slipped a hand down the front of my knickers and watched enviously, imagining what it would feel like to be in my mother's position, taking such an impressive cock. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I wanted that curve to open me up and fondle my g-spot to an intense orgasm. But I was a virgin. I knew I wouldn't be able to take that thing.
The guy began to breathe heavily, due to the tightness around his cock, I reckoned, and he still had further to go until he was buried to the hilt.
My mother thrashed her head from side to side, no doubt satisfied with his length and girth. He grinned when their groins gently came together.
"Ohhhhh, you big fucker," my mother sizzled.
He brought his hands down in front of him and squeezed her breasts. She started lifting and lowering her hips, completely under his spell, who could blame her, so was I, and he wasn't even touching me.
As his large hands caressed her jiggling mounds, giving her time to settle with his big cock, she reached for this thick, hairy chest and smoothed her hands down his hot body.
"Fuck me, Simon. Give it to me," she said, in an aroused melodic tone.
Hearing my mother talk so dirty and wanton had me slipping a finger up inside my pussy. I was soaking and shaking.
Simon slid his hands from her breasts and up to her knees as my mother wrapped her legs around his hips.
"I love fucking you," he groaned, tilting his hips back slowly.
"That's it," she moaned, tilting her head up at the ceiling. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" she cried out when she tilted his hips forwards.
I watched my mother, and whoever this Simon guy was, gently making love on the sofa. It was so erotic I started to gently rub my clit.
They continued like that for a good few minutes, until my mother climaxed. She clawed at the sofa, arching her back and panting up at the ceiling. I looked at Simon, who displayed a proud grin as wide as his face and shuddered into my own climax in the dark hallway.
He stopped grinning and flicked his head; something caught his attention. His eyes focused on the gap in the door, and he was looking straight at me. I darted out of sight and froze. I didn't think he saw me through the gap though.
Brushing down my dress, getting ready to pretend I'd just walked through the door, I heard them going at it again. I waited until they were noisily going for it before I dared to peek again.
My mother was now panting loudly and begging for Simon to fuck her harder. I had to look. When I did, I gasped a little louder than I meant to. He had her legs straight up in the air and I could no longer see her head.
My mother's voluptuous mature body was flat on the sofa with her arse practically over the edge. All I could see was Simon holding her legs by the ankles, and he was driving his big, curved cock into her. He had a look of aggressive concentration on his face as he fucked her with long thrusts. She was literally taking the full length on every stroke.
This guy was incredible. I watched mesmerised as my mother climaxed noisily again. Then, without any rest, Simon dominantly told her to get on her knees on the rug in front of the fireplace. Only then did I notice the fire was lit, burning low as my mother was aggressively man handled onto all fours.
"No, face the other way," Simon insisted, slapping her arse cheeks like a donkey, getting her to turn around and face my direction.
"Oh fuck," I gasped quietly. My mother was now looking directly at the lounge door and the gap I was peeking through.
I stepped away once more in fear. But then I heard the unmistakably sounds of two body's slapping together, and two people grunting and moaning like wild animals during mating season. I had to look once more. It was risky but I simply had to look.
My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened in shock. I think I actually sobered up in that moment.
My mother had a glazed eyed look as if she'd been possessed. Her mouth was opening and closing, and she intermittently snorted as she struggled to balance her breathing and sexual groans. Simon was firmly behind her on his knees, with one hand holding her hip and the other holding her head up by her hair, as if he were holding a set of reins.
The scene reminded me of Khaleesi and Drogo on their wedding night in Games of Thrones, only my mother wasn't being fucked reluctantly.
Simon was fucking her like a rag doll. I'd never be able to look my mother in the eye again. But then my mother opened her eyes and looked straight at me.
Riveted to the floor, I stared back at her through the gap and watched her climax again. It felt like I'd stolen something sacred from her. No daughter should ever witness her mother in the throes of passion like this.
I turned to leave. Quietly make my way upstairs to bed. But in the fogginess of my aroused guilt, my toes brushed against the bottom of the door as I turned my body away, and I accidentally kicked it open.
"Pippa!" my mother's voice rasped.
"Who is Pippa?" grunted Simon.
"My daughter," groaned my mother.
"How old is she?" Simon laughed.
"Eighteen," my mother gasped, caused by a sudden deep stroke from Simon.
I turned my body back around and the two of them were looking at me. My mother was laughing and panting, torn between seeing her daughter and enjoying the big cock fucking her from behind. Simon was grinning at me, suddenly increasing the power in his hips as if showing off for my benefit.
"I thought I heard something," he chuckled, satisfying his suspicions and winking at me.
"Sorry, I just walked in through the door," I lied, feeling the red-hot guilty flush in my cheeks.
"We're almost finished." Simon smirked at me, twisting my mother's head to keep her face fixed in my direction.
Her large breasts were swinging violently, and her face was screwed up in ecstasy. Her body wasn't ready to let her stop and react appropriately. Neither was my mind, as I remained standing still like a naughty little schoolgirl waiting to be told off.
I wasn't waiting for my mother's telling off though. I was waiting to see the end. I'd deal with being caught when it was over and hope to never see Simon ever again.
The end had to come soon, literally. But Simon just kept going, and I was soon witnessing my mother practically begging him to stop as she climaxed yet again.
Then brutally, I thought, he pushed my mother's head forwards and let go of her hair. She didn't seem to mind though, as she collapsed face down on the rug, appearing to welcome the well-earned break.
