Sex Stories novel Chapter 11

I never told my friends about my past life, no one at all. My father died early. But with my mother not everything was so simple... Either because of the pain, or for some other reason, my mother drank constantly. Even while my father lived, she secretly drank alcohol, but after his death, she seemed to be out of control.

We can say, hastily, that my life became a living hell. Men were constantly appearing in the house. They disappeared at the same rate as the bottles. And what was remarkable, is that they never appeared again, but new ones always arrived to replace them. It was an endless marathon.

At the age of 10 I already learned that there are sexual relations between a man and a woman. I woke up one night, I heard some sounds coming from my mother's bedroom. I was wondering what was going on. What I saw moved me to the core.

They were both completely naked. The man had flabby buttocks and very hairy legs. For some reason, this is exactly what is etched into my childhood memory. His back was to me, so I couldn't see what he was doing with his hand. She paced back and forth with him, as if mixing a cocktail in a shaker.

Now I know that if a man does this, he just masturbates to get turned on. My boss sometimes masturbates in front of me too, although I do it in a more professional way. I just don't like when a man turns himself on, I like to take matters into my own hands.

Mom was lying on her back with her legs spread. She squeezed her breasts, then began to caress herself from below, while her back was hunched, it was clear that it was a pleasure. Her long hair, though unwashed and unkempt, was strewn across her pillow. She seemed so beautiful to me when she was relatively sober on rare occasions.

And today she was being played by another man whom I really did not know. I wanted to leave, but curiosity stopped me.

"What, my queen, are you ready for me to thrust my dagger into you?" Asked the man.

My mother only laughed in response. The stranger lay on top of her and spread her legs further.

"How hot you are, how everything burns inside you." The man continued, shoving all five fingers into my mother's legs. "Do you want me to caress you and then you to me?"

"We are better together." Mom said hoarsely. "Lie on top, let me indulge you naughty."

The man lay on top of her so that his penis was level with her mouth, and he bent my mother's legs at her knees and began to lick her crotch. The penis in front of my eyes was getting bigger, the lips were swollen, full of red.

The male tongue was skillfully handled on my mother's clitoris. I could clearly see how he penetrated her somewhere deep inside her. The dick did not go unnoticed. Mom licked it, played with his balls on the way. She swallowed it, stimulated it with her fingers.

At some point, it seemed to me that she was about to die, because the man was putting his penis so much in her mouth that she seemed to stop breathing.

"Oh excellent." The man breathed and seemed to go limp, having finished his frictions. A fine stream of liquid came out of my mother's mouth, which she began to rub over her body, rubbing her breasts with special care.