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over a year ago
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I turn the key in the lock and walk in. It's cold outside so I shuffle my clothes and warm myself on the nearest radiator. Nobody's in so I sigh out loud in the warmth.
I walk into the kitchen, throwing my keys causally into the glass bowl which rings loudly in the silence of the house. And that's when I hear it. A gentle rhythm in the upstairs of the house. I feel a warm shiver when I remember my mum's boyfriend is visiting today and they don't expect me to be around. I met him a few weeks ago and didn't think too much about it. He was a fair few year younger than mum, sure. Handsome, dark skinned and had a younger man's cockiness when he had shook my hand. I hadn't thought much at the time but suddenly I felt more curious than ever before...
I stepped silently up the stairs, cautiously pacing my footsteps to disguise the noise. With each step I heard the rhythm's volume increase and my breath shorten in excitement. No doubting it now... Mum was getting fucked. And hard. I had heard overheard her with Dad before and it was nothing like this. I avoided it if possible, it made me cringe. But this sound was animalistic. As I reached the top of the stairs I creeped forward - butterflies in my stomach. Her door was ajar and I could hear her sweet, feminine moans as her boyfriend slammed against her. Carefully angling myself, I peered into the ajar door and saw it... my own mother pinned down by her wrists to the bed. And a muscular, black man thrusting purposely into her as she moaned eagerly.
I was transfixed. I knew I wasn't supposed to see this. I knew it was wrong to watch. I couldn't help myself. He slammed himself into her with such purpose and power.
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By *rpmanMan
over a year ago
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"I turn the key in the lock and walk in. It's cold outside so I shuffle my clothes and warm myself on the nearest radiator. Nobody's in so I sigh out loud in the warmth.
I walk into the kitchen, throwing my keys causally into the glass bowl which rings loudly in the silence of the house. And that's when I hear it. A gentle rhythm in the upstairs of the house. I feel a warm shiver when I remember my mum's boyfriend is visiting today and they don't expect me to be around. I met him a few weeks ago and didn't think too much about it. He was a fair few year younger than mum, sure. Handsome, dark skinned and had a younger man's cockiness when he had shook my hand. I hadn't thought much at the time but suddenly I felt more curious than ever before...
I stepped silently up the stairs, cautiously pacing my footsteps to disguise the noise. With each step I heard the rhythm's volume increase and my breath shorten in excitement. No doubting it now... Mum was getting fucked. And hard. I had heard overheard her with Dad before and it was nothing like this. I avoided it if possible, it made me cringe. But this sound was animalistic. As I reached the top of the stairs I creeped forward - butterflies in my stomach. Her door was ajar and I could hear her sweet, feminine moans as her boyfriend slammed against her. Carefully angling myself, I peered into the ajar door and saw it... my own mother pinned down by her wrists to the bed. And a muscular, black man thrusting purposely into her as she moaned eagerly.
I was transfixed. I knew I wasn't supposed to see this. I knew it was wrong to watch. I couldn't help myself. He slammed himself into her with such purpose and power.
True story?"
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