Family Secrets

When psychiatrists blame all your issues on your mother, they could be onto something. My mother is a textbook case.

A little bit of background on my mother.

At a very young age, I realized my mother was very different from all the other mothers. She was exuberant, elegant, and very social. Physically, she was very attractive, with nice curves in all the right places. She was also a fiery redhead. You have no idea how many times people told me she resembled Ann Margret or Susan Sarandon. At church, all the men seemed to go out of their way to speak to her. She was a magnet for men.

I also picked up that my parents were an odd match. As beautiful as my mother was, my father was just plain looking. He was a kind and gentle man, but I hate to say it, he was overweight and sloppy-looking. He was also quiet and unassuming.

When I was young, I recall my mother frequently going out in the evenings without my father. She was always dressed fashionably and well, even sexy now that I think of it. I was always told it was for a ladies’ group or some other church function. Many times she came home very late, and on a few occasions she didn’t come home until the next morning. Being young, I never clued in or questioned any of her actions. This was just normal for our family.

I remember being home with my father many evenings when my mom was out and about. My father also got us girls ready for school the next morning while my mother slept in. Again, I was young and never thought anything about it.

As much as she was a social butterfly, she was profoundly lacking in parenting skills. She was not the nurturing type and certainly did not spend any more time with me than she had to. I recall my father being more of a caregiver than my mother. My mother seemed to have other priorities.

My mother came from a non-religious family. My father made sure we never had anything to do with my mother’s side of the family. The few times I met them, I knew they were wildly different and nothing like the church people I was groomed to associate with. My father not only sheltered me and my siblings from her side of the family but also the world outside of the church.

Of course, being a child, she was just my mom. As I got into my teens and beyond, I began to pick up on little things and question what had been going on for all those years.

There were two traumatic events in my life regarding my mother that opened my eyes and made me realize what was going on. This is a recount of the first event.

The spring, I was nineteen, my father announced that we would be boarding a member of a Scottish church choir that was touring our region. They would be staying with us for a week. He told us that the person staying with us would be a man and that he would sleep in the basement on the pull-out couch. I objected, as the basement was my domain, but I was over-ruled. I didn’t really care or give it much thought as I pictured it being some old nerdy guy that lived with his mother. I mean, what kind of man sings in a church choir?

A few months later, I came home for dinner, and to my surprise, there was this young, hot-looking guy sitting at the table. I was pleasantly surprised but confused. Who’s this? Why is he here? I had completely forgotten about the church choir guest we were hosting.

I was taken aback by his good looks as I fumbled for words. He had gorgeous blue eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

“April, this is Liam from Scotland, and he is going to be staying with us for the week,” my mother said, with a big grin on her face.

“Good looking” was an understatement. He was a few years older than me, had long hair, and had a tattoo. He looked like he had just stepped off the cover of Rolling Stone. He belonged in a rock band, not a church choir. He also had a sexy Scottish accent. I was floored. I don’t think I ever smiled so much at a family dinner. This was going to be a fun week.

I was dating a guy at the time but he had nothing on Liam. Liam became my number one priority that week as I quickly became unavailable to my boyfriend.

During the first few days he was with us, I really didn’t see him much. My parents both worked, and I had a summer job. Liam had a full schedule with choir engagements in the evening and practise during the day. Just the same, as soon as I returned home from work, I changed into sexy, skimpy outfits. Ankara bayan escort It was summer, so I wore the most flimsy sexy top I could find, with no bra, of course. Always in short shorts or skirts. The little time that I saw Liam, I always made a point to tease and flirt with him. I caught him looking at me a few times. I knew I had piqued his interest.

However, I also noticed that my mother was very attentive to Liam. Maybe overly attentive? She, too, was more dressed up than usual. I think I saw more of my mother’s cleavage that week than I had ever seen. She was continually touching him in a playful manner. She was all over him, but that was just what my mother was like. She has always been a very touchy person, so I put it down to her being a good host.

I learned that by mid-week, Liam would have a day off from his busy choir schedule. This was the opportunity I was waiting for. I told work I had an appointment that afternoon and had to leave at noon. I knew my parents were at work and my little sister was away at church camp. I would come home early and have the entire afternoon with Liam… alone.

I was thrilled with my plan and all the possibilities. That day, I rushed home, and before entering the house, I unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my blouse and hiked up my skirt. I couldn’t wait to spend some alone time with Liam. I knew from our previous interactions that there was chemistry between us. I had every intention of seducing Liam that afternoon.

As I entered the house, I heard noises coming from upstairs. I knew it wasn’t my father; he was at work and his car was gone. I walked towards the stairs and paused to listen. Moans and grunts emanated from the upper floor bedrooms. It sounded like someone was hurt or in pain. Was that Liam? Who else could it be? Is Liam not feeling well? What’s he doing upstairs in the bedrooms? Maybe it was an intruder? I was terrified as I slowly and quietly tiptoed up the stairs.

I realized the noises were coming out of my parents’ room. The door was open a crack, but I was too scared to look in, so I just held my breath and listened. As I listened, I heard soft moans and then the unmistakable sound of the mattress squeaking. What the fuck… who’s having sex in my parents’ room!

As I mustered up the courage to peer through the door opening, I saw Liam ploughing into a girl with her legs spread up in the air. What the hell? Where did Liam find a girl? The nerve of him bringing a girl into the house, not to mention taking her into my parents’ room. I was upset and disappointed as I turned away to sneak back down the stairs.

And that’s when I heard it… the unmistakable voice of… MY MOTHER!

Holly shit, it wasn’t some girl… it was my MOTHER!

No, it can’t be my mother. My brain must be playing tricks on me. I quickly returned to the door to peek in again. What I saw scarred me for the rest of my life.

I saw Liam’s bare white ass pumping away into my mother as she began screaming and encouraging Liam… in her words,

“Fuck the Jesus out of me.”

I was in shock. I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. I immediately ran down the stairs and left the house crying. My emotions were all over the board as I tried to rationalize what I had just seen.

I didn’t know where to run, so I ended up at the library and stayed there until it closed that evening. I couldn’t go home and face my mother or my father, for that matter.

After I attempted to sort out the day’s events in my mind, I returned home and went straight to bed. I understandably couldn’t sleep; my mind was still racing. All I could think of was Liam and my mother… and my poor father.

The vision of them having sex was seared into my mind.

My whole world had just been turned upside down.

I began recalling all those strange events from the past that were weird at the time, but being young I didn’t understand or grasp. Things were all starting to fit together, starting to make sense.

I recalled several times when I came home from school and found a man in the house. My mother always told me they were there on church business. Even though sometimes they would come walking down from the bedrooms. I was a kid, I didn’t think anything of it.

I even remember meeting Mr. Graham at the house numerous times (see story about Mr. Graham). I thought nothing of it as he was almost family. Escort bayan Ankara I learned much later that Mr. Graham was having a long-term affair with my mother.

I recalled a neighbour that would often sit with my mother drinking wine. He was married but was there alone with my mother. Alcohol was never permitted in the house, and at the time, I thought they were drinking juice. I didn’t know what wine was or what a wine bottle looked like, but I do now.

Things were adding up. My mother was cheating on my father! Do you realize how difficult that is for a child to accept, even when all the evidence is staring you right in the face? My entire childhood, my strict upbringing in the church, was it all a sham?

I couldn’t tell my father; it would break his heart (or perhaps he already knew). I decided not to confront my mother. I came to the conclusion that nothing good would come from all the drama. So as far as my family was concerned, I chose to pretend that I never saw anything.

One thing I was certain of was that I couldn’t let the fling between Liam and my mother continue. This could never happen again. Liam had three days left before leaving. I had to do something.

It was about 3 AM and I was too upset to sleep. I had to confront Liam. I went down into the basement where he was sleeping. I turned on a small lamp and woke him up. I was angry and gave him an earful. He had no idea what I was so upset about. I told him I saw everything that afternoon and to explain himself.

He apologized and was brutally honest with me. Basically, he told me my mother had been flirting with him since he arrived. He said she was very aggressive. He was home alone all morning when she came home early from work and basically jumped him.

Oh, shit, it occurred to me that was my plan also. She just beat me to him. As upset as I was, all I could think of was how good he looked sitting in his bed with no shirt on.

He was very kind and understanding towards me. He asked me to sit on the bed with him as he hugged and consoled me.

I asked him to stay away from my mother. He said he would try, but she was the aggressor and not him. He said it would be very difficult to refuse my mother. Damn, I knew he was right. I know what she is like. She doesn’t take rejection very well.

Then I had a light bulb moment. I told Liam I wasn’t leaving his side for the remainder of his stay. I wanted his schedule and I wanted to make sure that my mother didn’t get another window of opportunity.

He smiled and placed his hand on my bare thigh. He gazed at me with those baby blue eyes, and he had me. As angry as I was when I confronted him, now I wanted him. I practically jumped him. The entire day was filled with so much emotion that I needed a release, and Liam was it. Without any foreplay, I frantically pulled off his boxers and impaled myself on his erect cock. I began aggressively riding him for all I was worth.

Liam pulled off my top and devoured my breasts as I continued to bounce on that beautiful cock. As he thrust himself up into me, I heard myself say,

“Fuck the Jesus out of me.”

I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, but they did. I suppose the image of my mother having sex with Liam was still fresh in my mind, and on some level, it was erotic and arousing. I was more like my mother than I cared to admit.

I was determined to prove to Liam that I was a better fuck than my mother. I wanted Liam to choose me and not my mother. I knew my mother had me beat in the breast department with her larger, fuller tits. But I could tell Liam was enjoying my young breasts as he sucked and pulled on my nipples.

I masterfully wiggled my young, tight little ass up and down on his erect cock. I was soaking wet and his cock felt so good as it filled and stretched me in the most wonderful way. I bounced on his cock as hard as I could. I wanted to feel Liam deep inside of me.

The springs in the old pull-out coach were no match for my enthusiasm as they loudly squeaked and strained. I added to the noise by squealing in delight. I wanted my mother to hear her daughter fucking Liam. I wanted her to be jealous. I wanted her to know that I was onto her. I wanted her to know that Liam preferred me. He was now mine.

I was so horny and hot that I began to orgasm almost immediately. First, short, shallow orgasms, followed by more Bayan escort Ankara intense orgasms. I trembled and moaned loudly as a deep orgasm washed over me. Liam couldn’t hold back either as he grunted.

I’m… I’m cumming…should I pull… “

“FUCK ME JESUS. FUCK ME,” I screamed as I felt Liam shoot his load deep inside of me.

Once Liam was spent, I continued to slowly move my hips up and down on his cock in a circular motion. I concentrated and began squeezing my young, tight vagina on his cock. I knew how to squeeze and milk a cock and that’s just what I did. For the next several minutes, all my senses were focused on my vagina muscles as I flexed and squeezed them over his cock. I had something to prove to Liam.

I felt Liam’s cock soften inside of me, but I continued to slowly move my hips and focus on holding him inside of me. It felt so erotic as I let my head fall back with my eyes closed, as I purred and concentrated to hold him inside of me to squeeze him, to milk him.

Liam began to softly stimulate my nipples, arousing me even more if that was possible. I was determined to not release Liam’s cock and let it slide out of me. I was nowhere near finished with him and I wanted to feel him grow and get hard inside of me. As I continued to sway and purr, I could feel our sexual juices beginning to slowly seep out of me.

“Oh Liam, I want you to fuck me again.” I purred as I pulled and flexed my vagina muscles on his cock with my wanton wet cunt. I could feel Liam’s cock beginning to respond and flinch, which got me even hotter. He was now pulling and applying some pain to my nipples as he twisted them. It hurt, but it was also very pleasurable. I was once again losing control.

I absolutely adore feeling a guy’s cock grow inside of me and slowly fill me.

“Oh my gawd, I love how your cock feels inside of me,” I seductively purred. I slowly began riding Liam again as his cock grew.

“Fuck me hard, Liam, please.” Don’t ever stop… harder…” I was now begging him to fuck me hard.

I then spun around and assumed the reverse cowgirl position. I pulled up my knees so that I could leverage myself on his cock and bounce hard and fast on him.

Liam responded as he firmly grabbed my hips and bounced me on his hard cock as he thrust upwards deep into me.

The fact that Liam fucked my mother just hours ago did not elude me. The knowledge of knowing that Liam’s cock was inside my mother had turned from being very disturbing to extremely erotic.

“You like fucking me and my mother, don’t you?” I spoke as I was gasping for air.

Liam only grunted in approval.

“Tell me… Who’s the better fuck, Liam? Me or my mother… “

Liam did not respond, as I felt his cock twitch ever harder with my line of questioning.

As I continued to ride him, both of us were obviously getting more aroused.

“TELL ME…WHO?…” I demanded

“Oh fuck, you are,” he responded.

“Say it again, who is the better fuck…” Who feels better? Me or my mother? “

“You are” “You are a better fuck and you feel amazing,” Liam said in his sexy Scottish accent as he let out a loud grunt and I knew he was about to explode.

“Don’t stop fucking me… NOT YET… I yelled as I feverishly began stimulating my clit with my fingers. I didn’t want him to cum just yet. But it was too late. He couldn’t hold back any longer as he thrust his hips upward and began to tremble and shake as he ejaculated inside of me. In my heightened state of arousal, I came with him.

Liam was done. I moved down onto his chest in exhaustion, knowing full well that my mother was a light sleeper and probably heard everything. I hoped that she did.

That was only the beginning. We spent the rest of the night having sex in between short cat-naps.

The rest of the week, I didn’t leave Liam’s side. I had claimed Liam and my mother knew it. Every night, as soon as my parents were in bed, I would sneak down and spend the night with him. I wasn’t taking any chances that my mother would sneak down at night. My mother knew I was sleeping with Liam, but she never said anything.

Liam and I had a lot of sex during those last three nights. I made sure Liam was well satisfied and spent, just in case my mother had any ideas.

Liam returned to Scotland a very happy man.

The next story about my mother is the dreaded second event that rocked my world. If you can believe it, it was a bigger trauma to my physique than the Liam story.

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