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« on: June 26, 2019, 04:11:11 AM »
So, true story, but here goes. (Not mentioning names, just to be safe for obvious reasons.)
It was my senior year in high school, and I won't say I was really out of the ordinary z- definitely didn't get bullied or anything dramatic, but I was nowhere near varsity sports, either. I floated around, for the most part and ended up making a friend or two in most of classes. (This was like '11 or '12, not even sure now.)
Before anything else is said; my mother is Mexican and relatively attractive, I admit, even if she was roughly 44 or 45 at that time. Obviously age put some chub on his hips and body overall, and she isn't athletically fit by any means, but I can readily say she is nowhere near overweight and such. It's that type of chub, where you can still look at a woman and wanna grab her from behind. (I lean towards thick girls, so a little bias is admitted.) She's fairly light skinned, but she has a strong Spanish accent and a rather playful Spanish voice. Dark brown and natural straight hair that borders on black, and reaches her mid-back. She was perhaps 5'4 and 145 pounds?
Anyway, Valentine's Day had come around, and my stepfather had to fly to Chicago to see his mother, who had fallen ill. Nothing serious, but he was going to be gone the whole week, and my mother was meant to pick him up when he returned.
Thing was, I was *this* close to getting laid for the first time, and I had to get my mother out to have the house alone - one of my friends happened to laugh at my situation, but did the favor of pretending to the sweet boy act and invited my mother to a Valentine's Day date. Long story short; they went out for a late dinner and a movie and came home sometime just before 1 in the morning.
I actually got some action that night, so it was a major win - but supposedly nothing really every did happen between my mom and my friend. They did go to dinner and the movies on time, so I never did have anything to suspect - nothing else changed afterwards, but I did have the first "What if?" thought hit me, oh what I would do if I found out that they were actually on a date fucking around. Eventually, that delved into the bully subject, and I still do sometimes imagine being stuck at the house in trouble for picking and losing a fight, while my mother is secretly off on a date with my bully, fucking him hard and sucking him off until he busts all over her face and mouth.
I like to imagine her making me wait after school to pick me up, while she's riding him at the house on my bed, ignoring my texts and calls as he makes her cum.
That also taught me that I'm a switch, so I also sometimes imagine myself as the aggressor, fucking some kid's mother or sister, making them orgasm like never before - the kid either forced to watch and listen, or blissfully unaware of what's going on.