Memories of a young voyeur

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Sometimes, I need flashbacks or memories from the main character to explain things or set the foundation for the next chapter or rest of the story. This is one of those chapters.

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"That's it, my dear, just like that," my mother-in-law Mabel coached me from above. “Keep going," as I had my head in between her thighs and I was lapping at her 48-year-old pussy.

My wife Lola had never given me permission to lick her or simply never had been interested in me doing so, and I was surprised how good Mabel's pussy tasted. Mabel had her legs spread wide open for me, sitting on the porch daybed while I knelt in between them, lapping up and down the slit where my wife came through when she was born. I cannot describe it otherwise, but Mabel's pussy had something like a salty Gatorade taste. Salty and sweet at the same time. Smelling a bit musky, but in a sexy way.

“Good boy. Just lap that pussy of mine, honey.” And with both hands she pushed my face deeper against her.

I became incredibly aroused and hard after my mother-in-law commanded me to lick her slit. A new kind of hard I had not experienced before; besides, all those times I saw, “by accident," my mom masturbate. It was during my summer vacation, and I was 18 at that time, still living at home in order to save money. The first time was really an accident, as I almost barged into my mom's room, but the moaning coming from her bedroom stopped me in my tracks. As I eavesdropped, I could clearly hear my mom using something that was making a low humming noise, a bit muffled sometimes. Like a deep drone or vibration rumble. I didn’t know Mom had a vibrator, but Dad was often away for business, so I guess that was the best she could do.

I tried to have a peek at my mom pleasing herself, but I could see through the old bedroom door hinges that the lights were dimmed, and where I was standing in the hallway, the lights were on. She would see me the second I opened her bedroom's door. So instead, I kept listening to my mom pleasing her pussy until her moans became louder, accompanied by a sharper, continuous whine on higher settings of her dildo. Within the next minute, I heard a soft, pleased cry when she came on that hardworking vibrator, and I wondered how big it was.

After that highly sexual cry, I quickly walked to my bedroom, oh so softly closing the door behind me. I had to touch myself. I had the hardest boner in my pants I could ever imagine! I prepared myself for a nice long session, tissues at hand, but the moment I touched my dick, I spewed a fountain of cum through my room and on my bed. Of course I loved draining my balls, but I was very surprised with what force and how quickly I came. The incident needed more investigation.

The next day Mom left for some grocery shopping, and I quickly went into her room, looking in the drawer of her nightstand. There it was. But I researched later; they called those things "bullets" and not "vibrators." Or the other way around. Whatever. A horny 18-year-old like me didn’t care about that. The vibrator had something like an oval, short, round, bulbous handle, and the entire thing was of a matte black color. In the back of the drawer Mom had kept the packaging, and I memorized the brand and the model.

I went down to fetch a measuring tape from the kitchen, curious about what kind of plastic cock size my mommy was shoving into her pussy. Once I returned, the tape told me the length was 6 inches, and the black round helmet had a girth of 4.5 inches. Good, I thought. Time for Google! I closed the drawer and left her bedroom, excited about my discovery. Google found the manufacturer and the model right away, and the strange short, oval handle was part of a bendable strap-on, so you could insert that “handle” in your pussy as well to fuck with the larger shaft another woman.

My boner was instant.

And again, having forgotten what happened yesterday, I touched myself, and before I knew it, my cum flew through the room onto the carpet. Fuck! I put my flaccid penis back into my trunks and quickly cleaned up the mess, at the same time hearing a car door slam shut—Mom was returning. Fuck!

Just in time I cleaned it all up and closed my laptop. Mom called me for breakfast, and that was it.

After breakfast I did some chores for her, and once done, I rapidly went to my room again, wanting to have another look at the dildo-thing. I opened the website again and found out that 6 inches was the S-version Mom had bought, and 5 other, larger models were available. And then it occurred to me: perhaps the idea started innocently like a good prank, but the truth is, an 18-year-old horny teenager thinks more about sex than innocent pranking.

Because what if, I would secretly exchange Mom's dildo for a larger size? Just one size. I looked it up, and the M-version was 6.5 inches long by a 4.7 girth. Just a tad bigger, but no too much. Would I manage to make her not notice it? And four weeks later, secretly buy the L version for her? I checked the prices, and the M-version price was no problem for me. For the L, I would just mow the lawn again and do some other chores, and together with my pocket money, I could afford it. Plus, Mom didn’t use it every day, and Dad was not always gone. So, buying one bigger size each month was the perfect pace. Mom would perhaps use it 2 or 3 times a week, and when the switch came, she might cum harder but not know or notice.

I solved the logistics by renting a PO box and placed the M-sized order. But I had to be patient and make sure Mom would use the one she had a couple of times this month before switching those dildos. To add some incentive, for our mutual mom-son movie nights, I would start renting sexier movies, such as oldies like Basic Instinct, or newer films such as that cuckold movie with Ana de Armas and Ben Affleck (OMG, Ana is so sexy in that movie!) or Unfaithful with that French guy and Diane Lane.

It sure worked. After each and every movie, Mom would quickly wish me a good night and urgently retreat to her bedroom to meet her new cock. In my imagination, I could hear the sloshy sounds of her very wet pussy as she walked out of the living room.

And just like a little horny voyeur, I would patiently wait for two minutes, walk to the stairs, first switch off the lights, before sneaking up after her. Whenever I reached the top of the stairs, I would already hear the busy humming inside my mom’s cunt.

The first time, visualizing what she was pushing deep inside of her mommy slit made me cum right away inside my pants; the movie I was playing in my head was simply too erotic for me. I wasn’t completely sure if Mom was enjoying the M-sized dildo a bit more than the previous, smaller one, but I had the feeling that she moaned more and that she came a little bit quicker, but I was not 100% sure about this. I kept listening at the door to her soft cries each night, whenever she released her orgasmic juices on the mechanical cock.

On a Monday night, her bedroom door was ajar! Dad would not return before Friday evening, and the mom-son ritual of watching softcore together, when Dad was traveling, had increased from perhaps once a week to every evening. Funny enough, the movies only made Mom horny. They didn’t impact me. But it was Mom's arousal that did make me horny. Especially glancing at her, in the dim-lit living room when a steamy movie scene was going on. I could see her breath become irregular, and she would casually lower her hand onto her lap, touching herself as discreetly as possible. No wonder I found no lube in her nightstand. She was wet enough for any cock!

This time, Mom didn’t make it until the end of the movie and gave me some lame excuse about being tired. She wished me good night, and I watched her slightly hurried pace as she left the living room. I let the movie play on to have some background noise in the living room and quickly followed her to the stairs, switching off the lights as usual and pretending to walk back into the living room.

Reaching her bedroom door, it was ajar, and I tried to peek through the small opening of the open door, but the angle was wrong, and I could only hear Mom pleasing herself. Her bedroom lights had been dimmed to "romantic," as she called it, and if I judged correctly from what I heard, she had the dildo halfway inside her.

Two of my fingers pushed the door just a tiny a bit further, opening the door just far enough for me to have the perfect view; mom was kneeling on her bed with her back towards me, slowly sinking her mommy cunt over the humming 6.5 inches of her favourite black cock. She did have more troubles getting it inside her! The half inch extra was simply more than she was used to, and having no intercourse at all with Dad, her pussy must have been too tight for the new cock size.

I kept watching Mom, and just like a true horny slut, she managed to lower herself entirely on the black silicone cock. I could see from where I was standing her very hard nipples, pointing fiercely forward. For a very long second, I wanted to storm into the room and suck on those inviting mommy teats out of pure lust. With the biggest discipline I could muster, I didn’t, but my boner was harder than ever.

The moment she managed to have it all inside her, she started grinding on it back and forth, one hand holding it onto the mattress, her other hand touching herself. I slid my hand into my pants, and after two or three strokes, watching Mom, I wetted my pants with my warm cum. This time I didn’t leave and kept enjoying the spectacle until Mom rode herself to a beautiful orgasm.

The next night, her door was ajar again, and just like a sex tourist, as I enjoyed Mom's moaning, I pulled my hard penis out and stroked it until I shot my load into the ready tissues. And a second time, minutes later on my own bed. Was my true fetish being a voyeur? Being a mommy voyeur?

I started renting movies such as “9 ½ Weeks," “Two Moon Junction," “Wild Orchid," and so on, all movies from when my mom was younger. I hoped to make her even hornier, because today, I had switched again the vibrator with the larger model, and now waiting for her was the bigger 7 inches. The goal was, of course, to gradually move up from the small 6 inches all the way to the XXXL version with 8.5 inches of length and 6 inches of girth. Making my mom a size queen. Making her scream very loud each time.

The movies I rented slowly moved up from softcore to "soft hardcore," like “Eyes Wide Shut," “9 Songs," and “Blue is the Warmest Color."

And then I hit the jackpot.

I found on the internet hardcore movies for women, made by women. The covers were always a kind of romantic, giving me an alibi if Mom asked about the movie, but hearing her soft cries as she was fucking herself each night, I didn’t think Mom objected at all to what I was renting. Sometimes her door was ajar, and I could witness that her pussy had gotten used to the bigger rubber cock she was having deep inside her. And she would not stop after one sole orgasm. She would continue riding that black dong, her sensitive pussy quickly reaching her next climax as the dildo kept doing her cunt.

The “M-month” passed quickly, and I eagerly ordered the L-dildo. The moment I opened the PO box and I saw the package, I realized that the size of the dildos was getting much more serious, wondering if Mom could take it inside her at all. I was in for a true spectacle! Mom would for sure scream, having those 7 inches long and 5 inches fat inside her tight pussy. When I thought about it, even the S-cock was much bigger than my penis. I didn’t even want to measure my own slim girth, as I held the L-cock in my hands. I also noticed I had started calling them cocks.

With each bigger cock size, the moans and grunts from my mom's bedroom became louder. And she didn’t cum just once anymore; no, she fucked herself at least two or three times. And her behavior changed during the day. She wore more revealing and sluttier clothes and never wore a bra anymore; she didn’t care anymore if her bedroom or bathroom door was closed or not, and at breakfast often her bathrobe was half open, showing me a lot of her braless, big tits.

And on the day that I left the XXXL cock in her nightstand, I forgot a true porn movie in the old DVD player “by accident," where big black cocks plowed through those beautiful cunts of big-titted MILFs, all matching the age and body of my mom. Mom only made it through the first scene, and she almost ran up the stairs!

I quickly followed, with almost the same arousal as my mom, my penis already rock-hard. Oh, she was already busy with it; I could hear her grunts, trying to get the fat knob through her entrance. Her door was more than ajar, and I saw as usual Mom sitting on her knees, with her back towards the bedroom door again, impaling herself with her own weight onto that magnificent 8.5-inch black cock. She was fighting it, her tight tunnel resisting that fat girth, until finally, with one desperate last push, she managed to get the big knob through her tight entrance. She came right away, not even having the rest of the black cock inside her. Her loud scream, when she came, was probably heard by the neighbors.

I wondered what Dad would think when he would sink his smaller penis in her wide-open, stretched tunnel. Would he still feel anything?

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On Wednesday, something truly unexpected happened. Mom spent the entire evening in her bedroom. She had come back from shopping looking very excited. She carried many shopping bags, and I was able to recognize the Victoria's Secret bag. Lingerie!

Dinner was uneventful, except for my mom being very distracted. Her mind was clearly thinking of something entirely else and barely touched her salad. Once I was finished, she quickly cleaned up and went upstairs. I went to my bedroom, pretending to be gaming.

Mom was listening to music and constantly walked up and down between the bathroom and bedroom, getting ready to go out. I had my ears wide open, listening to her doings. At a certain point, she stayed in her bedroom, and I quickly went to have a peek. The door was slightly ajar again, Mom having forgotten to close it. The moment I glanced inside, I saw lying on her bed, all draped out, very sexy, black lingerie. Was she going out? I saw a garter belt, a black lace push-up bra, matching black stockings, and, in front of the bed, a pair of red high heels. Mom NEVER wore high heels! Was Mom going on a date?

I sneaked back to my room and took care of my usual mom-boner.

Half an hour later I went down to the kitchen to get myself a Coke as Mom came down, very sexily dressed. Her seductive transformation made my jaw drop, and she smiled at my reaction. Here was my mom, looking like a cock-hunting slut! I had never seen such a short skirt on her, showing a large part of naked thigh between her black stockings and the leather skirt, and I didn’t see the typical triangle of a thong. Mom was going commando! Any man could grab her naked pussy if they wanted to. And I was convinced mom wanted them to.

She said that she was going out on a "girl's night" in a very unconvincing way, heavily blushing. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and told me to behave. She smelled good, and I watched her leave, her new high heels making that sexy, rhythmic, metallic click-clack. It was my fault she would cheat on Dad tonight. I had clearly pushed her sex drive with those black humming cocks, but a dildo is just that, a dildo. I was to blame for my mom sucking on a real cock of a stranger tonight.

It was obvious that my mom needed a true big cock. A warm, cum-pumping cock. Deep inside her.

I wished I could follow her, but I had no car, so I went back to my room with another mom-boner. I got used to the fact I only got hard-ons with my mom and not with any of the girls at school. Not even porn made me hard, unless it was some kind of mom-son thing, but the mom had to be an actress looking like a real mom, and the acting was always horrible, far from real life. But I had no worries; my mom-boner even popped up when having breakfast with her for the simplest of reasons, such as her touching my hand or her bending over the kitchen sink.

I went to bed with a second mom-boner, thinking of my mom's red lips taking a big shaft into her married mouth and then letting him fuck her hard from behind.

I came three times that night.

Hours later, some kind of noise from downstairs woke me up. I looked at my alarm clock, and it was almost 5 AM; Mom was just returning from her “girls’ night out.” I didn’t want to confront her. I just wanted to watch her, so I closed my door almost entirely, leaving a small door gap, making it possible to observe her walk towards her bedroom.

She was a true, well-fucked mess. As if she had been hit by a freight train. Her entire makeup was ruined, lipstick smeared, hair fucked up, her top had a missing button, and one stocking was gone. She walked slowly, as if she were hurt. Whatever large cock she had been looking for, it had found her. And I suspected that big cock had fucked her deep, many, many times. As she walked by my room, I saw shiny cum remains on one of her thighs. Somebody must have fucked her really good and more than once, the first time filling my mom's womb completely full, and the second time, his large load making her pussy leak his warm cum.

Her bedroom door closed behind her, and I swiftly walked to her bedroom door to eavesdrop again. Mom sighed as she undressed; I could hear her high heels fall onto the floor and the rustling of her clothes. Right then, Mom's cell rang. Even if she whispered, I could hear the entire conversation.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Yes, I am fine. I just got home. Did you get home too?”

“Good to hear.”

"Mh-mh," Mom mumbled.

“Tell me.”

“Did he? Wow!”

“Yes, me too.”

“No, five times.”

“I know, girl! I know!” Mom giggled.

“Already? Where? Doria? OK.”

“At what time?”

“OK. I'll be there, girl!" as Mom kept giggling like a virgin teenager.

“See you tomorrow, bye.”

I ran to my room. My mother had been fucked five times! No wonder there was cum on her legs. She had no space left to store it inside her! And who was the other woman she spoke to? And was she going out again tonight? I kept listening and waiting for more to happen.

I didn’t hear my mom take a shower after her fuck marathon, and my mom-boner went into overdrive, imagining my mom's gaping cunt with all that spent cum leaking out. Mom was “staying dirty” in bed, probably enjoying the fuck-bliss she was still in. This is how you get women pregnant, I thought, when they do not even wash their used cunts.

I came two more times that night.

Sleeping through everything, I woke up just before noon. Mom was already showering in the bathroom and humming a song. She was in a good mood again. This was my chance, and I quickly looked into her bedroom. It was like déjà vu. On her bed were laid out what she was going to wear; it was a more “during the day” outfit, but it looked just as sexy as what she wore going out.

She had chosen a semi-transparent white blouse with that large decollete I loved so much, and if she used a push-up bra again, her big tits might even pop out. Adding to that a black skirt and some kind of sheer, nude, made-out-of-lace, thigh-high stockings. Again, a pair of high heels was standing in front of her bed, this time black. Very sexy, I thought.

My mom-boner was already hard until I realized, I saw no bra or panties!

I checked one more time what I saw and ran back to my room again, visualizing my mom with what I had just seen. No bra meant the very minimum you could always see were her big nipples. And if she inhaled deeply, I was sure everybody would easily see the contours of her big MILF-tits. And…

Wait a moment.

She was going to Doria!

I knew where that place was! I could watch her!

Doria was a place where first dates would happen; it was mainly frequented by adults only, and there was no kids’ menu. It had those typical 2-seats-booths, but also 6- to 8-person booths and had a cozy atmosphere. Lights were always set low to offer anonymity. I suspected the place only existed because it had 4 hotels as direct neighbors.

I rapidly got dressed, left Mom a note that I was going to see a friend, and took the bus to the train station. From there, it was a 5-minute walk to the restaurant. I had to be there before Mom so I could hide in a small booth in the back and she wouldn’t see me enter the restaurant after her.

Once there, I noticed that the restaurant was quiet; there were not many customers around, and I found a perfect small booth for 2 in the back, and I slid to the right so nobody would see me from the other tables. I ordered a burger with fries with a Coke and waited.

Just a mere 10 minutes later, I saw two Black guys waiting outside in front of the entrance. Another 10 minutes passed by as Mom and her best friend Bibi joined them. Bibi had the same MILF looks as Mom, but her skin was a bit paler; Bibi must have avoided suntanning this summer. Both moms were not discreet at all and openly French-kissed the two waiting guys in broad daylight. Bibi was married as well, and I swear, my instinct knew right then she was the initiator of Mom's cheating.

Plus, my own “input.”

All four walked into the restaurant and were brought to the reserved booth, two rows from the entrance. I was far enough in the back to watch them, and thank God, because I had forgotten, the bathrooms were between my booth and theirs.

The guys they were meeting were very lean but bulky, like American football athletes. Mom's date must have been at least 6.5 ft tall, and his shoulders were the broadest I had ever seen. He didn’t give Mom a chance, and as they walked towards their assigned booth, he already grabbed Mom's butt with his large black hand, making her utter an excited squeak.

“You look good, Roxana.” He said, admiring her butt as he kept kneading it through her skirt while she walked in front of him.

Mom abruptly stopped walking, and he bumped into her. "Oops," she cooed, “I hope you don’t mind.”

He grunted and grabbed her with his big callused hands by the waist, pulling her hard against his cock. Mom let out a soft moan, instinctively arching her back and pushing her willing ass back against his fat outline. I saw her aroused nipples poke hard against the soft, transparent fabric of her blouse, her body naturally inviting him.

Here I was, watching a big Black dude grab my mom's ass in public, and Mom loving it. If she kept teasing him like this, they wouldn’t last ten minutes here. But I could see Mom enjoyed her foreplay with him. As he slid into the booth, she simply sat on his lap and wiggled her beautiful butt a couple of times before she started grinding him for an entire minute or two. Bibi smiled and did the same with her guy, as if the girls were challenging each other.

If I concentrated, I could hear most of their conversation.

My mom's date asked if she wanted to drink something.

“Your cum.” She answered flat out and started grinding again on his crotch.

My mom-boner went into overtime again, seeing what a true slut my mom had become.

Just out of good manners, they all ordered drinks, but no food. The moment Mom had finished her cocktail, she stood up and took the big guy by the hand, telling him, “I booked a room for us” and to “fuck me good.” They quickly left the restaurant. Bibi and her guy did the same, and I followed all four to their hotel, which was just around the corner.

It was a classical, very big hotel where nobody noticed if you were a guest or not. The Colonado Hotel was like an institution; even movies had been filmed there. The elevator had outside these typical old-fashioned „hands-display” much like a clock face, pointing to a numbered dial to indicate the cab's current floor. From afar I saw them take the elevator and get off on the first floor. I quickly ran up the stairs and saw my mom entering room 117 with her black stud.

I ran down again to the reception, hoping my bluff would work, showing them my ID and telling them my mom had the room key with her, but my cell was in the room. The guy behind the counter checked my last name in the computer reservations system and found the booking under the same last name. He gave me a spare room key, and I ran up the stairs again.

As I reached the room, I listened carefully to see if I could hear anything. My mom was saying something to him, but I couldn’t make out what she was whispering to him. As they became louder, I held the magnetic door card against the lock, and the “click” sounded to me like a loud rifle shot, but my mom-boner told me to proceed.

I gently opened the door one inch but couldn’t see anything. The moment I opened the door wider, I saw my mom on the bed, half naked, on all fours, her butt towards me. She still had her stockings and high heels on; the rest of her clothes lay on the floor, in front of the bed. Her black date was getting naked too, unbuttoning his jeans. As soon as he dropped his pants, his black beast bounced free, the cockhead shiny from his breeding precum.

Mom wiggled invitingly her waiting, very moist cunt for him and raised her ass a little bit more, offering him the perfect angle for his black cock to penetrate her.

Her date grabbed her pear-shaped ass and placed his large knob against her ready opening, steadily pushing his black cock deeper inside her white cunt. The contrast was simply beautiful, that big black shaft sinking deeper inside that pale married cunt, spreading wide those pink swollen lips as my mom groaned from the invasion.

My mother then turned her head and looked me straight in the eyes, as his black cock was halfway inside her cheating cunt;

“You can watch honey. Just don’t forget your measuring tape this time.” Mom giving me a knowing, slutty look.

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Suddenly, my mom-in-law pulled me back from my memories to what I was doing. Or not doing.

“Don’t forget my clit, Steven; keep rubbing and licking it.” Mabel directed me, pushing me harder against her most intimate part by pulling me towards her wide-open cunt with both hands on the back of my head. I focused on breathing through my nose as I lapped, holding my tongue wide and flat, like a madman's big slit. I could hear I was improving, her moans now accompanying me at the same pace as me licking her.

I was about to insert a finger as I had seen in porn movies, but she slapped me hard on my head. “No fingers, Steven! Just like a dog, you only lap and lick when I tell you to.”

Mabel made me feel even worse, comparing me to a dog. With my last bit of pride, I took the challenge of being the best “lapper” she ever had and focused entirely on my licking skills. I started a new pattern, first licking in between her shiny wet lips all the way up to her clit and then sucking on it, finalizing by gently nibbling on it. Going down through her slit again, licking the edges of her swollen lips, then sucking up her lubrication from the center of her cunt, alternating it with dabs of my tongue onto her clit.

Forming an o-shaped mouth, I sucked her clit into my mouth. I held it there and used my tongue to massage it. I varied the speed and pressure I applied until I heard from the intensity of her moaning what she liked best.

Switching to my lapping again, I took great care of not only lapping on her clit, but I also started at the area right below it, applying strong pressure. Moving upwards, I made sure she felt the texture of my tongue stimulating the bottom of her clit before I sucked on it again.

I felt Mabel tense up, and I abruptly stopped, switching to a harmless kissing of her thighs until she calmed down again. The moment I started eating her out again at an even slower pace, she groaned and quickly came on my face. I kept sucking her juices out of her very wet pussy until her breathing became normal again.

“Well done, Steven, that was very nice!” Mabel praised me, still a bit out of breath, looking at my face, which was smeared with her orgasmic juices. “You are such a good dog. Did you like making your mother-in-law cum?” Looking at my boner, Mabel already knew how much I liked it.

I was about to touch myself out of routine, but Mabel prevented this with a stern tone: “No touching Steven!”

My hand stopped in mid-air, surprised by her dominating order.

“I want you hard until I say so.”

I silently swallowed, entering new terrain. Since she just let me lick her pussy, I guess I was obliged to obey. It felt humiliating though, not having the right over your own penis. Is this what being a slave felt like? But I did as she said, having a painful hard-on in my pants. My balls would be blue soon, I guessed.

“Now here is a tissue; stay here and clean my cum off your face, my dear, so we can have a look at some more pictures of my daughter handling those magnificent big cocks.”

To be continued.