Author Topic: The time my mom grinded her ass against a fat slob  (Read 1292 times)

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on: March 01, 2023, 08:57:09 PM
This is a story from when I was thirteen or so. For reference, my hot red-headed mom is a mix between Brittany O'Connell (see profile pic) and Kari Byron. Kind faced. Big tits. As thick as a MILF should be.

One weekend night, my parents hosted a party at our home, and two of the guests were Ava, my mom's friend from work, and her husband Sam. Ava was a Spanish beauty in her own right, with tanned skin, tight body, and short brown hair. Her husband Sam, on the other hand, was a short, fat schlub, and I have no idea how he tied the knot with her (they would actually divorce years later).

During these kinds of parties while my parents entertained their guests, I would usually be in the basement playing videogames. I would often hear their voices grow in volume as they grew more drunk, and tried to ignore it as best I could, staying in the basement until everyone else went home.

This time though, I remember that for some reason I wanted to go to my room on the second floor, meaning I’d have to pass through the main floor with all of the drunk adults. I crept up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, and made it partway across the main hallway without incident. I was undiscovered, and casually looked over to the dining area where the adults usually chatted, and witnessed a scene I would never forget.

My dad was facing away from me, and Ava’s Latina booty was grinding against his jeans. They were fully clothed, but her back was pressed against him, and his hands were placed resting on her thighs. That in itself was surprising, but not what I focused on.

Standing directly across from them, were Sam and my mom in the exact same position. My mom was wearing ass-hugging jeans and a glittery orange top that outlined her large breasts, and she was grinding her ass into the horny slob’s crotch. Sam’s chubby arms roamed her front, dragging his fat fingers from her amazing thighs up her midriff to under her tits. His head barely poked out from behind her, but I could see him sniffing her hair and his mouth inches away from her neck.

He appeared to be much more active in touching my mother, and as my mom rubbed her ass into his unquestionably hard cock, Sam thrusted up into it, dry-humping her. My mom, either really enjoying it or wanting to put on a show, moaned and yelped lewdly with each thrust, tilting her head back onto Sam’s shoulder and pushing more of her breasts forward.

I stood there for only a handful of seconds before I eventually continued my journey to my room. I did not leave its confines until much later, and by the time I came back down everyone was sitting normally again.

I had never saw my parents act like that before. While I knew they had an active sex life and were often risky with where they fucked (those are stories for another time), they never gave off swinger vibes to me. What I would guess was that this was a drunken idea that they didn’t mind, though it seemed like Sam enjoyed the experience far more than my Dad.

What makes the sight more erotic is that I know my parent’s opinion of Sam wasn’t the greatest, yet they let him dry-fuck my mom anyway. I’d like to think that, if encouraged enough, my drunk mom might’ve even gone farther, giving the fat fuck a blowjob or even riding him in my parent’s bedroom. Imagining that slob’s hands all over my beautiful mom as she pleasured him has been only one of the fantasies I’ve grown to enjoy, and thought I’d share the story that inspires them here.