Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01 - Sex Stories

Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Mmmm Mmmm Ahhh!" I heard coming from my parent's bedroom.

Fuck! They're at it again! I thought as my mother's cries filled my room.

Over the last couple of weeks, my parent's sexual sounds had been carried down the hall and into my room. It was driving me crazy, and not in a good way. You see, what those noises had done was cause me to sinfully picture my beautiful mother lying on her back with her long black hair draped over the bedspread. I then imagined my father between her legs, admiring her marvelous C-size breasts. And lastly, in my mind's eye, I saw how they bounced to the tempo he was making as he fucked the shit out of her.

I know what you are thinking. I must be some sick-minded son to be thinking about my mother in such a way. I'd tried to grasp why I had such filthy thoughts. But I didn't have a clue as to why. The only certain thing was that I'd become sexually obsessed with her.

"Mmm... Ohhh. Ahhh!"

Okay, I can't take it anymore! I thought as I slipped out of my bed. Quitely, I tiptoed down the hallway and stood in front of my parents' room. My heart raced as I put my ear next to the door to hear them more clearly.

The grunting and moaning sounds that came from their room had flooded my brain and caused my cock to stiffen.

"Stop teasing me." I heard my mother express.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture what might take place behind this closed door—envisioning my father between her wide-spread legs while her hands ...

... clutched to his head as he flickered his tongue over her clit.

My hand slipped into my pajamas and took hold of my swollen tool while I rested my shoulder on the doorjamb.

"Please... OH! Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me now!" She whined.

I was now able to visualize my mother thrashing around on the bed, begging for Dad to fulfill her sexual request while I jerked feverishly up and down my shaft.

I was close to cumming. Hearing my mother squealing and begging to be fucked lit something primal from inside me. I whispered to myself, "I'll fuck you, mom. I bet I can make you cum." I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth, but I knew deep down I meant every word.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. You're making me cum!" she wailed.

I lost all control and grunted when I exploded under weakened knees out in the hallway. I braced myself against the wall as my dick pumped loads of cum into my pajamas.

While I huffed, the room fell quiet, and as I listened next to the door, my father said in a low tone, "I'm sorry, honey, it won't stay stiff."

Fuck, Dad is impotent,I thought.

Not wanting to get caught, I tiptoed back to my room to reflect on this revelation. I lay on my bed and pondered what I had heard. This only added to my wicked rationalization.

How can I take his place in Mom's bed? I thought, but nothing came to mind. At least nothing that would work.

Come the next morning, a light rap on my door awakened me, followed by my ...