Watching My Whore Mom Get Face-Fucked

I never knew my mom to be the cheating sort.
Despite being in her late 40s, she was still a bombshell of a woman - tall, with a head full of untamable red curls, mischievous emerald eyes, voluptuous to the point she only wore custom-fitted clothes, my mom was incredibly desirable.
So of course there were plenty of guys, some older, most of them younger, who often tried to hit on her. They’d buy her drinks at bars and restaurants, catcall her from their cars, even construction workers would grab their dicks through their dirty work jeans to show off some damn impressive packages, but mom would always laugh them all off and decline their advances, pointing at the huge rock on her finger. A man had already seen her beauty and her kind soul and decided to claim her as his own and my mom has always been loyal to him.
She’d been married for almost ten years now to a guy who basically worshipped the ground she walked on. Not to mention that she and Tom, my dad, always seemed to be as in love now as they had been when they had first met. They never argued. They never slept in separate rooms or beds. They never so much as looked at each other with anything but love. And, as embarrassing as it was to say it, well, if my hearing served me well, they were still having healthy amounts of sex every week too.
My mom was the image, the very definition, even, of the proper homemaker. The moment she got engaged, she quit her day job and has been instead working hard for us. She cooked us meals from scratch every day, she kept the house clean and warm, and she was totally dedicated to her duties.
I’ve always wanted to be just like her and to find myself a man to love me just the way dad loved her.
Until now, that was.
My cheerleading practice had ended early and I had rushed straight home, eager to tell my mom that Nick, the guy I’ve had a crush on since forever had finally asked me out. I was so ecstatic, I couldn’t wait to share my awesome news.
What I found when I got home, however, ripped the joy from my chest, stole my breath away, deafened me to anything that might have been happening outside. As of a few seconds ago, mere moments really, my entire world had been reduced to my family’s kitchen and what was going on between its four walls. My beautiful, constantly expanding, always sunny world, was now reduced to these unspeakable things. These disloyal, disgraceful, distasteful… horrible… things that were taking place.
And worst of all, after all had been said and done, I feared that what I was seeing and hearing now was going to ruin my good feelings towards my mom forever.
She was with some man I hadn’t seen before and he was fondling her breasts. He had her trapped between his massive frame and the kitchen island.
I wished I could say I was witnessing a rape.
Visually, everything matched.
This mountain of a guy clearly wasn’t from around here. His skin was darker. Maybe he was tanned, he looked like he’d been out in the sun all day and not in a nice office, working a boring 9-to-5 job, like most of our neighbors. He was also wearing cheap, ill-fitted jeans, and a white wifebeater. His thick arms and wide chest were full of basic, unimaginative tattoos. He looked like some back alley thug, like he’d barged in here to steal our TV and when he found my mom, likely scared and hiding in some corner, he decided to help himself to her defenseless body too, while he was at it.
And for her part, my mom looked pretty ravaged, what with her smudged lipstick, her runny mascara, her pleading, mewling, voice and the way his rough, dirty hands were kneading her flesh. It looked uncomfortable, even painful. It made my breasts ache just from watching him do these things to her. He then even pulled out her tits to hang over the top of her dress and slapped them, making me recoil.
But despite all this, it clearly wasn’t a rape.
She wasn’t fighting him off. At all. On the contrary, she was pushing her ass against the man’s crotch and had even reached out a hand to grab his head as he kissed her neck, leaving a trail of saliva on her white skin.
“Please, you can’t be here,” she whispered, eyes closed in pure delight. “Tell me where to come and I will.”
“Oh, I know you will come,” the man chuckled. “I know that because I will fucking make you come in more than one way.”
Through the fabric of her summer dress, he cupped her mound and she let out another mewl.
I wanted to say something, to make them stop, to tell her not to hitch up her dress for this dude. To beg her not to do this, and certainly not like this, not in our home, not on the table she made dad his lunch boxes.
“You’re so mean.”
“Why is that, Lindsay? Afraid your pussy husband is going to find out about me? Or the truth about the kind of woman he married? You’re anything but a saint, babe. In fact, you have been really naughty and I think you deserve to be punished.”
I closed my eyes, wishing I could unsee and unhear all this. It was horrible enough that they were fucking behind dad’s back, so why mock him that way too? He was anything but a pussy. He was better than both of them put together, the lying cheater and her dirty thug.
“I’m so sorry, Curtis,” she cried out and it came out half-pained, half-moaned. “I know I did you wrong. Punish me. Hurt my pussy. Wreck it, Curtis. I want you to ruin me for other men, re-claim me as yours.”
Curtis, she’d said his name was, had his hand inside her panties, getting her wet and ready. She was trembling in his arms, letting out small pained cries, but still rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. Whatever he was doing to her down there, she was into it and I could hardly stand it.
“It’s fine, babe,” he said, playing with my mom’s body as if he owned it.
I had to wonder how long this had been going on. It didn’t look like a first time to me. He knew her body, what made her moan, what made her yelp. He was an artist and she was his art. Grotesque to watch, but impossible to turn away from.
“I shouldn’t have expected you to wait for me to get out. Bitches like you need constant dicking. You were loose back then, you’re loose now still. If I tried, I think I could fit my entire fist in this cunt of yours. Dude must either be hung like a horse or sharing you with half the city. Is that how you’ve paid for this house, babe? On your back, legs spread, dripping the precious cum men gifted you?”
“Don’t say things like that, please,” she begged, panting. “I’m not… I am still worth fucking. I am not loose. Tom paid for everything we have and of course he got to fuck me, what else did I have to offer? You know that. Please, Curtis, I am begging you!”
“Your wet pussy says otherwise. It says you’re addicted to cock and that you have it on the regular. Cock-sucking slut, I bet you’re busier than a street corner working girl.”
“Curtis, I am not a slut! I don’t just fuck anyone, not anymore. I am a mom now. I had to sell my pussy for Savannah to live a good life, but I only sold it to one man. Please don’t call me a slut…”
“Shut up, I can speak to you any way I want to. You’re lucky that I still love you and that I’m still being nice. You gave this fucker my pussy. Mine. And you’re saying it to my face. You’re the same as before.”
“Please. You don’t understand, I only did this because I had to, for Savannah, I had to, I am a good-”
He cut her off. “You owe me, like I said, so that’s why it’s fine. You be married to whomever, this well-used pussy is going to serve us both. I can share. I can stick it up your ass too, if you can’t get me off with your main hole. As long as you let me use you, he doesn’t have to know the truth. See how nice I am? You can have your cake and eat it too: pretend you’re a fucking saint, continue to fool everyone, but the truth is what I know it to be. So shut the fuck up because my cock craves some ass and you’re going to satisfy me.”
His ugly words, the nonchalant tone he used, the shit-eating grin he was sporting, all of it made me want to throw up. Why did mom owe this brute anything? Why was she letting him speak to her this way? How did they even know each other?
But as much as my outrage grew, it was nothing compared to the way my mom broke down in this stranger’s arms. She was cumming hard and he was the only thing keeping her upright and in one piece. Her orgasm was so violent and overpowering, it rendered her incoherent and unable to control herself. She was howling and flailing and cursing. When she was finally calming down, he licked her tear-stained cheek and grinned.
“A slut is always going to be a slut, babe. All one needs to be shown that truth is a firm hand wrapped around her throat and the other one working its fingers deep in her cunt. I know what makes you tick. I always have. That’s why you’re still trying to get my cock, even if you’re married. You need me to make you feel like a woman.”
“Okay, Curtis,” she said, panting. “You win. You made me cum and yes, I want your cock. I will never say no to you using me for sex. I know where I stand, and that is at your feet, at your disposal. But Tom is going to be home soon, he really can’t find you here. What if he figures it out and he-”
Curtis laughed one of those mocking laughs. The sound of it made me shudder.
“But find me here, he will. I have nowhere else to go, thanks to you. I gave up so much for your ass, now it’s time to repay my sacrifice. I am going to stay and meet the man. I will even accept your gracious dinner invitation. Maybe you’ll let me live here for a while. But first, I need to get some real action. It’s been a while, as you can probably guess.”
Mom shook her head. “Please, Curtis. Please go. I promise I will do whatever you want, just don’t… don’t fuck me now.”
He turned her around and pushed down on her head. She wordlessly obeyed and knelt before him.
“These last fifteen years, I’ve always had to watch my every move, what I said, how I breathed. I slept with an eye open, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re going to have a taste of what that’s been like. I’m going to fuck you, Lindsay, and you’re going to have me over for dinner and look your husband in the eye like I didn’t just empty my balls in your ridiculously over-used pussy. I am going to be your guest and you will have to act normal around us both. You don’t want to end up on the streets again, do you? Think about your daughter.”
“Curtis, this is… Savannah is your daughter too. Do you hate me this much? That you’re willing to risk her wellbeing?”
She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. I almost felt sorry for her, but all she was really upset about was the potential of dad finding out and kicking her out, so she could get bent for all I cared. Tom… he would never kick me out along with her and after today, I would never follow her out that door either. For the first time ever, I felt that if I had to choose between her and dad, I was going to choose dad.
“No, Lindsay, I love you. I’ve always thought you were my woman, despite everything. But I hate that fucker you tried to replace me with. I saw him leave this morning. Pasty white asshole, I could break him in half. He’s not worthy of you or this house you live in. You’ll see.”
“He’s a fine-”
“You talk too much,” he said and began to unbuckle his belt. “Suck my dick and don’t stop until I tell you to. Get it ready for your pussy.”
I did not intend to stand there and actually watch my mom cheat on my dad. I had heard and seen more than I had wanted to as it was.
In my rush to leave, though, I nearly knocked over a porcelain vase. I caught it just in time, but when I looked back to see if they’d heard me, which of course they did, Curtis’ black eyes had locked onto my green ones.

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