dannadonnna
i love my mom and she loves me
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I have never been someone who falls asleep quickly or effortlessly. My mind tends to run wind in an aimless, puroposeless, free-for-all. Nothing is sought and nothing is resolved. It has always been that way, as far back as I can remember. I am still just in my late teens, so it's not that far back that I must remember and it was certainly still the case a few short years ago. All of that is simply a roundabout way of telling you why I'd be out of bed at 11:30 on a school night.
I live at home with my older sister, Sara, and my mom, Janice. It has been just the three of us since my mom divorced seven years ago. After her divorce, my mom never really dated much and kept to herself socially for the most part. I guess that's where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom's best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom's visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world.
It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sleep. My sister, Sara, was 18 and out for the night. My mom was cool like that. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other kids we knew. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk - the best thing I know to help induce sleep. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn't believe it. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I'm sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes immediately found the door to the basement. The light was on downstairs and the door was slightly ajar. I crept past the little dining room table, towards our kitchen counter. I stopped at the counter, peeked through the doorway and caught my breath.
From where I was standing, I could see the couch near the bottom of the stairs. Margie was facing towards me, topless, wearing only a lacy bra with one cup pulled down to expose her right breast. I guess the first thing that shocked was just how big her breasts were. Even larger than I would have imagined based on the modest attire she typically wore. It was only after gawking at her that I became aware of the rest of the picture. She was thrusting her stomach forward but I couldn't see what else was there. I could hear mom though and knew that she was involved, and knew this was something I wasn't supposed to see. At that moment, Margie glanced up and caught sight of me beyond the door. I froze. She continued thrusting and slowly brought her right hand to her breast and started massaging, pulling her own nipple. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and found myself unable to move. Perhaps emboldened by my inability to move, she smiled at me and continued massaging her own breast as though teasing me. She raised her hand brought it down her, making a smacking sound. I saw her lean forward and say something inaudible to my mother. Moments later, my mom's head appeared above the back of the couch. She was totally naked. Margie whispered something and my mom leaned over the back of the couch, facing me, her eyes down or closed. Her breasts spilled over the back and Margie moved in behind her. It was only then that I realized Margie was wearing a strap-on dildo. She quickly pushed it into my mother and resumed the motion that I recognized from moments before. She looked up at me again and smacked my mom's ass.
I finally gathered myself enough to move and immediately dashed up to bed, completely forgetting my milk. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep.since that i became a les
I live at home with my older sister, Sara, and my mom, Janice. It has been just the three of us since my mom divorced seven years ago. After her divorce, my mom never really dated much and kept to herself socially for the most part. I guess that's where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom's best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom's visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world.
It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sleep. My sister, Sara, was 18 and out for the night. My mom was cool like that. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other kids we knew. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk - the best thing I know to help induce sleep. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn't believe it. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I'm sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes immediately found the door to the basement. The light was on downstairs and the door was slightly ajar. I crept past the little dining room table, towards our kitchen counter. I stopped at the counter, peeked through the doorway and caught my breath.
From where I was standing, I could see the couch near the bottom of the stairs. Margie was facing towards me, topless, wearing only a lacy bra with one cup pulled down to expose her right breast. I guess the first thing that shocked was just how big her breasts were. Even larger than I would have imagined based on the modest attire she typically wore. It was only after gawking at her that I became aware of the rest of the picture. She was thrusting her stomach forward but I couldn't see what else was there. I could hear mom though and knew that she was involved, and knew this was something I wasn't supposed to see. At that moment, Margie glanced up and caught sight of me beyond the door. I froze. She continued thrusting and slowly brought her right hand to her breast and started massaging, pulling her own nipple. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and found myself unable to move. Perhaps emboldened by my inability to move, she smiled at me and continued massaging her own breast as though teasing me. She raised her hand brought it down her, making a smacking sound. I saw her lean forward and say something inaudible to my mother. Moments later, my mom's head appeared above the back of the couch. She was totally naked. Margie whispered something and my mom leaned over the back of the couch, facing me, her eyes down or closed. Her breasts spilled over the back and Margie moved in behind her. It was only then that I realized Margie was wearing a strap-on dildo. She quickly pushed it into my mother and resumed the motion that I recognized from moments before. She looked up at me again and smacked my mom's ass.
I finally gathered myself enough to move and immediately dashed up to bed, completely forgetting my milk. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep.since that i became a les
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