Was this just Alex looking for a mother's love from my mom? But seeing that mature woman's swollen tits on screen, her eyes glazed over, covered in some kid's saliva... I couldn't stop shaking.
Did my elegant, beautiful mom really fuck the boy next door? When I pictured Alex's huge dick sliding into my mom's wet, red pussy, this wave of shame crashed over me. My mom—fucked by Alex! Like animals in heat!
But why... why was my dick so fucking hard?
I don't even know how much time passed. It was dinner time again when I stumbled out of my room in a daze. Mom's laughter drifted from the kitchen.
I peeked around the door frame. Mom wore this low-cut tank top with a miniskirt so short it barely covered her ass. Her thighs were pale and perfect, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra—her massive tits bounced with every movement. Alex stood behind her, grinding his crotch against her round ass. Mom didn't even try to stop him, just kept cooking with this sexy smile on her face.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. From the moment I'd walked through that door, Alex had been fucking my mom. A woman's body was supposed to be sacred—only her husband should touch her. Even I couldn't touch my mom's tits without it being wrong. But there was Alex, groping those massive melons like they were his personal playthings. And the fucked-up part? Mom didn't seem to care. In fact, she let him do whatever he wanted, letting him suck and play with those two huge, milky-white tits like they belonged to him.
I don't even remember finishing dinner. Mom kept glancing at me, her pretty face full of worry. I just forced a smile and went back to my room without saying a word.
I turned on my computer but just sat there, my mind a blank. On impulse, I typed "mom fucked by neighbor kid" into the search bar. Pages of results popped up, and I clicked through them numbly. I was so confused. Why was Mom cheating? And with a fourteen-year-old boy who lived next door?
My mouse just clicked randomly while my brain felt like mush. Then some webpage popped up asking if I was eighteen or older. Was this one of those porn sites I'd heard about? My breath hitched in my throat as I clicked "Yes." Sections appeared—pictures, videos, all sorts of depraved stuff.
I'd already watched one porn film earlier, and even though my dick was still rock-hard, my mind kept replaying scenes of Mom and Alex together. Even though blankets and clothes were blocking the view, I could practically picture them now—Alex's massive dick buried deep inside Mom's tight pussy, their bodies locked together as he pumped his thick cum into her womb.
Mom, why...
When I logged into that porn site, my dick didn't get hard like I thought it would. Maybe because I'd already seen the real thing happen right in my own house.
I spent the whole afternoon clicking through mother-themed porn. The weirdest part? I got off imagining my mom getting fucked by random guys. After watching some video where this hot mom was taking on a whole group of men, my mind went wild. I pictured my gorgeous mother spreading her legs for our neighbors, old men from the street, even homeless guys. The thought made my stomach twist with shame, but my cock throbbed like crazy.
Wait... do I actually get turned on by other guys fucking my mom?
Normal people would be pissed off, right? Something's seriously wrong with me. I started panicking about my weird reactions. But then I saw how many mother-son videos were on the site. Maybe this was normal? 'First time for everything,' I tried to tell myself. But what if this breaks up our family? The scarier thought was - why did Alex fucking my mom's pussy make me harder than any of these porn videos?
"Xiao Chen... dinner's ready," Mom's voice came through my door. "Huh? Why's your door closed in the middle of the day?" I heard the doorknob jiggle as she tried to push it open.
Shit! What if she sees what I'm watching? My heart raced as I scrambled. There was no time to shut everything down properly. I just slammed the monitor power button, grabbed a textbook from my desk, and flipped it open, pretending to read while my dick was still hard from thinking about her.
"Yo... what's with the book? Shouldn't you be resting more now that you're home?" Mom asked, glancing at the textbooks scattered on my desk. Her eyes darted around nervously. "And why's your door closed in the middle of the day? You... doing something naughty?"
My heart hammered against my ribs when she said that. I panicked, blurting out, "No! It's just... you and Alex are so loud that I can't even study with the door open!"
Mom's face turned beet red instantly. She wouldn't meet my eyes, just stared at the floor. "Stop studying. Dinner's ready..." she mumbled, then practically ran out of my room.
Thank fuck... she didn't see what I was really doing... But time flew by. The afternoon passed in a blur, and suddenly I had to piss really bad. I rushed to the bathroom without thinking, leaving my bedroom door wide open. Big mistake - I didn't notice Alex sneaking into my room while I was gone.
Thinking about everything made me lose my appetite completely. I just picked at my food, swallowing a few bites before escaping back to my room. That left Mom alone with Alex in the dining room. Perfect timing for them, I guess.