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I’m 16, my mom is 37, she has always been very attractive, white-skinned, tall 1.81–1.83 m, brown hair and a very athletic life. All the men on the street would stare at her and ask me to be my stepfathers. She was always at home doing chores. When I was x years old (several years ago) my dad was dominated by my mom; she did whatever she wanted while pretending to have a married life, but she was cheating on him, sometimes even kicking him out of the house. My mom always got embarrassed and sensitive whenever I told her about him. This happened when I was 2 + 22 - 11 = 13 years old. I was always very playful with her and had started watching forbidden content. My classmates were total perverts.

One day I was going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and heard noises coming from her room — heavy breathing. I got confused, thought she was exercising, until I peeked through the crack. She was lying on her back, mouth open, masturbating, touching her breasts. I quickly started recording and jerking off. The following days she seemed happy and hugged me in a very strange way; it turned me on. I kept recording her until a school campaign fucked everything up — they talked about preventing porn among minors.

One day when I came back from school she was waiting for me angry in my room, but also curious. She had checked my phone and found all her videos. She was nervous, told me that was very wrong and explained that women have their needs. I apologized and said I only had morbid curiosity. She didn’t believe me, but I told her I felt lonely. I managed to make her feel sorry for me and she hugged me very tightly — it felt eternal. While she was apologizing I touched her waist and slowly went down until I touched her ass. My face was pressed against her breasts, we were very close, I could feel she was wet. She gave me an endless kiss, started taking off her blouse, but suddenly someone knocked on the door — it was my friends coming to play PlayStation. I was so horny and frustrated that day.

The next day my mom told me she regretted what happened and that it wouldn’t happen again. My mom was very loved at school. After a few days she became colder with me. One of my friends, Jorge, same age as me, brown-skinned, shorter and a bit weaker than me, always came to my house and started teasing me about her. I teased him back and we took it as a joke. Everything was fine until my mom started treating him with more affection. They had known each other for years but sometimes Jorge looked at her lustfully. I told him to stop but he didn’t listen.

At a birthday party she went and he did too. When we posed for a photo he stood behind her and gave her a grind. I expected her to get mad but she laughed and touched his stomach in a weird way. Days later they kept doing it. One day I came home from school; they stayed because according to my mom, Jorge felt sick. They were fucking in the living room. Cum was dripping from my mom’s pussy. She looked at me laughing and I ran angry to my room, but as I passed I saw my mother’s bedroom door open. The whole bed was soaked — white liquid and what looked like water, but in huge amounts. I touched the sheets and they were drenched. I looked in the trash can and there were 15–20 used condoms, everything was a mess, some thrown on the floor.

While I heard my mom’s screams I started masturbating. I grabbed my mom’s phone and there were photos of Jorge posing naked and of her masturbating his big white cock with brown pubes. I went downstairs to tell my mom to clean everything but she was sucking him off. I saw her swallow it all. He just looked at me, smiled and left.

I still have social and mental problems. The situation only got worse and I found out from some neighbors that they saw her leaving some of my other friends’ houses, but only I knew what was really happening. Now I live with my grandma. She told me that during her time as a teacher she was reported for grooming minors and that’s why she ended up alone. My grandma thought that by moving everything would change.

I still have many more endless stories about my mother. (To priv)