MY MOTHER IS INSATIABLE

Midnight, I turn off the TV to go to sleep when I hear my parents having sex. It wasn’t the first time, but many. Our adjoining rooms, the thin walls, and the heat that made us sleep with the windows open, meant I overheard more than one of their sexual acts, arguments, and other things.

Morbid curiosity, shame, I don’t know, but the truth is that years passed and I never told them that I could hear them from my room.

That night was no different from the others; they both finished at the same time and remained silent, surely asleep from exhaustion. However, an argument an hour later woke me up. From what I could hear, it was my father arguing with her because, according to him, my mother was never satisfied.

I thought it was just another argument like many I’d overheard, but no, this one escalated, the voices rose, and it ended in a full-blown fight. From what I heard, my mother was a sex addict, always wanting more, and he wasn’t finding sex as enjoyable as it used to be. The things they said were incredibly hurtful, and in the end, they both revealed infidelities I knew absolutely nothing about. To make a long story short, my father left the house a week later, taking all his belongings with him.

Both professionals, she a lawyer and he a dentist, were of very excellent economic standing; the separation did not greatly affect our economic life, but it did affect our family life.

My mother is a very special woman. She’s 45, of German descent, a natural blonde, 1.80 meters tall, beautiful, and has a full figure, though not overweight—in other words, she’s well-proportioned, but in just the right measure. She has gorgeous, long legs, large, round breasts, wide hips, and a fantastic backside. I think any man would dream of having a woman like that by his side, except for my father.

Time passed, and one day my mother asked me to check her laptop, the one she used for work, as it seemed to have a virus. I took it to my room and started examining it. It did indeed have a virus, which it had picked up from a pornographic website. Once the virus was removed, I scrutinized her browsing history and was surprised to see that almost all the websites she had visited were pornographic. My mother had gone shopping, so I had plenty of time to review all her files. One of her folders was password-protected. I tried the usual passwords: names, birthdates, etc. I became very curious because the size of the files stored in that folder was enormous.

A week passed, and I was heading downtown. My mother asked if I could withdraw some cash from her card. She handed it to me and gave me the PIN. I picked up the money she needed, but I memorized the number so I could try it again on her computer.

I didn’t wait long, as that same afternoon my mother left, leaving her laptop at home. I took it to my room, entered the password, and logged in without any problems. What I saw completely changed my opinion of my mother. An incredible arsenal of pornographic material (even more than my own), photos, videos, addresses, etc. I opened a Word document I had titled “personalities.” It contained about seven different email addresses, each with its corresponding login credentials.

I opened each of those accounts and I was shocked. There were emails from guys sending her pictures of their penises from different countries, love letters, and so on. In another email account, there were messages from men who had slept with her, and judging by the dates, it had been recently, describing how much they had enjoyed it and how they couldn’t wait to do it again. Based on the dates, I realized that my mother had slept with 12 different men in one month.

Another email revealed his bisexual tendencies, expressing interest in sleeping with a woman; he even had a date arranged with a woman for Friday.

Night. My mother’s image crumbled; she was a real slut looking for dicks. Apparently, my father was right; she was a sex addict. Another folder appeared inside this directory… My photographs… I already knew what I would find. My mother had recently bought a digital camera with a stand… Now I knew its purpose.

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. On her bed, there was my mother dressed in sexy lingerie, all colors—black, red, white—in different poses, or completely naked, with her breasts exposed, photos of her ass with and without panties! Even detailed photos of her pussy… opening it with her hands!

It was a completely different world… I didn’t know if it was real or if I was dreaming. However, my body reacted to these images and my cock woke up. Without thinking twice, I started masturbating while looking at these photographs, coming after a short while… But my arousal didn’t subside. I went into her room and searched her drawers, finding that lingerie… just imagining my mother’s body in those clothes… I got hard again. Too bad they were all perfectly clean.

From that day on, not a minute went by without me imagining my mother naked. I downloaded those photos to my computer and masturbated daily while looking at them, over and over, zooming in on her private parts… Oh! How I desired her… It became an obsession… I searched her PC whenever I could… almost suffering as I watched new men being added to my mother’s list of conquests… I even went through her dirty laundry, looking for her panties… hoping to find a pubic hair, but to top it all off, my mother was always completely hairless in the photos…

It was like two months of suffering, until one afternoon, when she had gone out, probably to one of her dates, I opened her email and saw a message from a man she had been out with. The subject line said: Beautiful… here are the photos we didn’t take. There were three emails, each containing photos, as I could tell from their size… My lust got the better of me, and almost without thinking, I opened the first email.

What had I done?! She would realize I was checking her email! I got out of bed and stared at her computer. A chill ran down my spine. I’d made a mistake, and there was no way to undo it. I was desperate. I paced the room, cursing myself for being so stupid, but it was too late. The damage was done. I went back to the computer and read the email.

“Paula, goddess of sex… These photos capture our madness, and what we experienced together will be forever etched in my mind… I love you, I desire you… you are wonderful.”

Prepared for anything, I downloaded the first of four photos… it showed my mother completely naked in a motel bed… I imagined what was coming… but my imagination fell short… it was my mother’s face with a very thick cock shoved almost to the back of her throat… The third… my mother on all fours, her ass completely exposed, with the guy taking the photos grabbing her buttock… fourth photo… the guy’s cock thrusting into her from behind…

With a mixture of rage… lust… sadness… fear… morbid curiosity… I don’t know how to describe it, I began to masturbate roughly, looking at the images and opening the other emails where more photos of her naked appeared, sucking… being penetrated…

I finished like I’d never finished before… a pleasure I’d never experienced before in masturbation… liters of semen fell everywhere, even on the notebook and without knowing why I started to cry.