Straight Male / 40
My folks split up when I was about 12yo. They were both alcoholics and my Dad fucked around on my Mom every chance he got. The reason I know this is the fact he would use me as an excuse to go meet one of his women. The standard excuse "I" wanted to go and get something from the store.
What actually happened my Dad would meet the woman somewhere and then "we" would drive to a nearby Motel. If it was too hot or too cold I would go into the Motel room and sit in the bathroom while they had sex. Sometimes out of boredom I would peek around the corner and watch them fuck.
There was one woman my Dad used to fuck often, I don't remember her name but I nicknamed her "red" because the color of her hair. Red loved sucking my Dad's cock and I would watch as her head slowly bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
Many nights lying in bed I would think about Red and how she sucked off my Dad's cock. I was just starting to realize my body was suddenly reacting to what I saw and thinking about Red at night in my bed.
I had erections and remembered seeing my Dad stroke his cock as the various women lay there smiling at him. I stroked my cock and I suddenly understood the pleasure, after that night I masturbated almost every single night. I began to have fantasies of Red doing to me the same thing I saw her do to my Dad, each time my release was more intense.
My world was suddenly upended about 2yrs later. My Mom and Dad split and since my Mom was in no shape to take care of me I lived with my Dad. We had our own place and no longer did my Dad have to take his women to a Motel, he just brought them to our apartment. Most of the time they didn't even close their bedroom door, I would walk by going to my bedroom and see them fucking.
I never saw "Red" after that, instead another woman took her place. The shocking thing was the fact I actually knew this woman. Her name was JoAnne and she was the Mom of my best friend from the neighborhood we moved away from. JoAnne wasn't anymore shy than the other woman that my Dad brought to the apartment. I would walk by and sometimes they were already finished fucking, laying there sharing a cigarette in bed and JoAnne would smile at me.
About a year later everything fell apart, my Dad had a massive stroke and would be placed into a facility until he died a few years later. I was 16yo now and was bounced around to a few family members, even sent to stay with my grandparents that were in their 80's. I hated life and everything else.
Then one day out of the blue a familiar car pulls into the driveway of my grandparents house and I see JoAnne step out of the car with her husband. I have no idea why but they were there to take me home and back to my old neighborhood. I was so fucking happy I didn't even think about JoAnne and my Dad for a few days after I got to their house.
Well my best friend and I didn't seem to get along as we had when I lived around the corner, we got into fights fairly often. One night I overheard JoAnne talking with her husband about finding a shelter or home to go to. I lay there in my bed the entire night just mad as hell at the world all over again.
About a week later I came home and JoAnne was the only one there, she had just got home from work and wanted to talk to me. She was still dressed, nice blouse, skirt, boots, because it was winter now.
She sat me down and told me I was going to have to leave, things wern't working out. There was a church that was going to take me in to stay. I had enough! For the past few years I was mentally abused in so many ways and this woman was part of it. I never said anything to my best friend that his Mom was fucking my Dad and I had seen her naked more times than he ever did.
JoAnne went upstairs to her bedroom to change, I stood there with rage. I was only sixteen but I had seen enough to know what to do. I walked upstairs to the top of the stairs and there was JoAnne standing there in her bedroom brushing her hair. She had removed her blouse already, leaving her with her bra, skirt and boots still on.
I walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind me. No idea what JoAnne was thinking when she saw me standing there nor did I care. Then it all came back to her I know it, those times with my Dad in our apartment. I wondered if she remembered smiling at me as she and my Dad lay in bed sharing a cigarette? Honestly I was hoping she believed I would tell on her to her husband, I wasn't sure if would though.
I walked over to JoAnne and stood there face to face with her. I took a step towards her and put my hand on her breast, her padded bra held back her ample flesh. Her eyes were shut as I put my other hand to her breast. Honestly I expected her to slap me, to tell me to get the hell out of her house. JoAnne didn't say a word as I reached around and unsnapped her bra.
I had seen my Dad with many women and put my mouth to JoAnne's nipple, remembering to lick it and maybe suck on it, not sure how hard though.
JoAnne bit her lip as I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. JoAnne was wearing stockings with a garter belt, along with her boots. She stood there with her legs together as I pulled her panties down, they fell silently on top of her skirt. I told her she needed to
step out of them.
With her eyes still closed she lifted her one leg and then the other, kneeling I picked the skirt and panties and tossed them to the side. Her pussy was slightly hairy, but looking back I supposed she trimmed it.
Kneeling before her I put my hand between her legs, JoAnne had her legs tightly together one more. I pushed my hand between her legs, felt a warmth and a wetness. I was going to do what I saw my Dad do and put my face close to her pussy. JoAnne had the scent of sweat and pee and it didn't appeal to me, but I knew I could finger her, which I did.
She hated it, I looked up to see her face of contempt which only pissed me off. I stood up and told her to get on her knees like she had done for my Dad. I didn't mean to say that, it just came out.
Suddenly she looked at me with the same contempt and walked over and sat on the side of the bed. She told me "fine, lets get this over and you get the hell out of my house!" I walked to wear JoAnne sat and she tugged at my belt and zipper, pulling my semi hard cock out of my jeans.
Unlike with my Dad, JoAnn rushed and her mouth almost hurt me as she sucked my cock. It didn't matter because at 16yo I was rock hard regardless. She no sooner got me hard when she lay back on the bed and spread her booted legs. I had seen my dad between her legs and knew what to do.
JoAnne was bone dry as I tried to enter her pussy. She grunted and finally made me stop. She spit in her hand and rubbed her pussy with her fingers. It took another moment to get inside of her pussy, then I started to fuck. I just went full bore, thrusting my hard cock into her pussy, JoAnne had her eyes closed and her head turned to one side.
JoAnne grunted, I saw her bite her lip once I felt some wetness within. She probably knew it was going to be over quickly, first time having sex without using my own hand. Her booted legs lay flat on the bed as I fucked her, with my Dad she bent her knees as he fucked her and the other women as well. JoAnne didn't touch me, I could have been fucking a blow up doll.
Sure enough the moment arrived that I couldn't hold back my release. I just kept thrusting my cock into JoAnne as I filled her pussy with my cum. I could have sworn I heard JoAnne moan but wasn't sure with my voice filling the bedroom during my orgasm.
I pushed my cock into JoAnne until that moment of ultimate pleasure had passed. When I pulled my cock out of JoAnn she quickly grabbed her blankets and pulled them against her to cover her nakedness.
She got out of bed and walked over to her purse. The blankets covered her front but not from behind. I could see her booted legs and my cum was running down her inner thigh to her black stockings. JoAnn turned around and handed me a card and $20. The hatred that seemed to be there before was gone. Maybe JoAnne realized she was at least partially responsible for this happening? The $20 was for a cab to take me to the shelter.
I was packed within a hour, JoAnne was still in her bedroom when the cab arrived. Her window faced the street and I looked up to see if she was looking out, her curtains were closed. It would be the last time I ever saw JoAnne or even go back to that neighborhood............
What actually happened my Dad would meet the woman somewhere and then "we" would drive to a nearby Motel. If it was too hot or too cold I would go into the Motel room and sit in the bathroom while they had sex. Sometimes out of boredom I would peek around the corner and watch them fuck.
There was one woman my Dad used to fuck often, I don't remember her name but I nicknamed her "red" because the color of her hair. Red loved sucking my Dad's cock and I would watch as her head slowly bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
Many nights lying in bed I would think about Red and how she sucked off my Dad's cock. I was just starting to realize my body was suddenly reacting to what I saw and thinking about Red at night in my bed.
I had erections and remembered seeing my Dad stroke his cock as the various women lay there smiling at him. I stroked my cock and I suddenly understood the pleasure, after that night I masturbated almost every single night. I began to have fantasies of Red doing to me the same thing I saw her do to my Dad, each time my release was more intense.
My world was suddenly upended about 2yrs later. My Mom and Dad split and since my Mom was in no shape to take care of me I lived with my Dad. We had our own place and no longer did my Dad have to take his women to a Motel, he just brought them to our apartment. Most of the time they didn't even close their bedroom door, I would walk by going to my bedroom and see them fucking.
I never saw "Red" after that, instead another woman took her place. The shocking thing was the fact I actually knew this woman. Her name was JoAnne and she was the Mom of my best friend from the neighborhood we moved away from. JoAnne wasn't anymore shy than the other woman that my Dad brought to the apartment. I would walk by and sometimes they were already finished fucking, laying there sharing a cigarette in bed and JoAnne would smile at me.
About a year later everything fell apart, my Dad had a massive stroke and would be placed into a facility until he died a few years later. I was 16yo now and was bounced around to a few family members, even sent to stay with my grandparents that were in their 80's. I hated life and everything else.
Then one day out of the blue a familiar car pulls into the driveway of my grandparents house and I see JoAnne step out of the car with her husband. I have no idea why but they were there to take me home and back to my old neighborhood. I was so fucking happy I didn't even think about JoAnne and my Dad for a few days after I got to their house.
Well my best friend and I didn't seem to get along as we had when I lived around the corner, we got into fights fairly often. One night I overheard JoAnne talking with her husband about finding a shelter or home to go to. I lay there in my bed the entire night just mad as hell at the world all over again.
About a week later I came home and JoAnne was the only one there, she had just got home from work and wanted to talk to me. She was still dressed, nice blouse, skirt, boots, because it was winter now.
She sat me down and told me I was going to have to leave, things wern't working out. There was a church that was going to take me in to stay. I had enough! For the past few years I was mentally abused in so many ways and this woman was part of it. I never said anything to my best friend that his Mom was fucking my Dad and I had seen her naked more times than he ever did.
JoAnne went upstairs to her bedroom to change, I stood there with rage. I was only sixteen but I had seen enough to know what to do. I walked upstairs to the top of the stairs and there was JoAnne standing there in her bedroom brushing her hair. She had removed her blouse already, leaving her with her bra, skirt and boots still on.
I walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind me. No idea what JoAnne was thinking when she saw me standing there nor did I care. Then it all came back to her I know it, those times with my Dad in our apartment. I wondered if she remembered smiling at me as she and my Dad lay in bed sharing a cigarette? Honestly I was hoping she believed I would tell on her to her husband, I wasn't sure if would though.
I walked over to JoAnne and stood there face to face with her. I took a step towards her and put my hand on her breast, her padded bra held back her ample flesh. Her eyes were shut as I put my other hand to her breast. Honestly I expected her to slap me, to tell me to get the hell out of her house. JoAnne didn't say a word as I reached around and unsnapped her bra.
I had seen my Dad with many women and put my mouth to JoAnne's nipple, remembering to lick it and maybe suck on it, not sure how hard though.
JoAnne bit her lip as I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. JoAnne was wearing stockings with a garter belt, along with her boots. She stood there with her legs together as I pulled her panties down, they fell silently on top of her skirt. I told her she needed to
step out of them.
With her eyes still closed she lifted her one leg and then the other, kneeling I picked the skirt and panties and tossed them to the side. Her pussy was slightly hairy, but looking back I supposed she trimmed it.
Kneeling before her I put my hand between her legs, JoAnne had her legs tightly together one more. I pushed my hand between her legs, felt a warmth and a wetness. I was going to do what I saw my Dad do and put my face close to her pussy. JoAnne had the scent of sweat and pee and it didn't appeal to me, but I knew I could finger her, which I did.
She hated it, I looked up to see her face of contempt which only pissed me off. I stood up and told her to get on her knees like she had done for my Dad. I didn't mean to say that, it just came out.
Suddenly she looked at me with the same contempt and walked over and sat on the side of the bed. She told me "fine, lets get this over and you get the hell out of my house!" I walked to wear JoAnne sat and she tugged at my belt and zipper, pulling my semi hard cock out of my jeans.
Unlike with my Dad, JoAnn rushed and her mouth almost hurt me as she sucked my cock. It didn't matter because at 16yo I was rock hard regardless. She no sooner got me hard when she lay back on the bed and spread her booted legs. I had seen my dad between her legs and knew what to do.
JoAnne was bone dry as I tried to enter her pussy. She grunted and finally made me stop. She spit in her hand and rubbed her pussy with her fingers. It took another moment to get inside of her pussy, then I started to fuck. I just went full bore, thrusting my hard cock into her pussy, JoAnne had her eyes closed and her head turned to one side.
JoAnne grunted, I saw her bite her lip once I felt some wetness within. She probably knew it was going to be over quickly, first time having sex without using my own hand. Her booted legs lay flat on the bed as I fucked her, with my Dad she bent her knees as he fucked her and the other women as well. JoAnne didn't touch me, I could have been fucking a blow up doll.
Sure enough the moment arrived that I couldn't hold back my release. I just kept thrusting my cock into JoAnne as I filled her pussy with my cum. I could have sworn I heard JoAnne moan but wasn't sure with my voice filling the bedroom during my orgasm.
I pushed my cock into JoAnne until that moment of ultimate pleasure had passed. When I pulled my cock out of JoAnn she quickly grabbed her blankets and pulled them against her to cover her nakedness.
She got out of bed and walked over to her purse. The blankets covered her front but not from behind. I could see her booted legs and my cum was running down her inner thigh to her black stockings. JoAnn turned around and handed me a card and $20. The hatred that seemed to be there before was gone. Maybe JoAnne realized she was at least partially responsible for this happening? The $20 was for a cab to take me to the shelter.
I was packed within a hour, JoAnne was still in her bedroom when the cab arrived. Her window faced the street and I looked up to see if she was looking out, her curtains were closed. It would be the last time I ever saw JoAnne or even go back to that neighborhood............
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