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I want to tell a true story about an experience that changed and influenced my life like no other. It’s about my Mother, a busty, well shaped blonde in her mid 30ies. Looking back, my Mom always appeared to be a little loose. She often wore lingerie in the house, used to lay naked by the pool and didn’t mind if anyone in the family could see her big breasts with her pancake sized aureolas and her totally shaved pussy. As a child I didn’t pay much attention to those things but looking back, I recall my mother always wearing heels, having long polished nails, and a heavy makeup that was more that of a working girl than that of a normal housewife and mother. Nudity wasn’t un-normal in our family, once in a while my parents and I even went to a nude beach. My Mom and Dad both were liberal and fair. They weren’t anal about me staying out late or bringing home friends, and they basically let me make my own decisions. I always enjoyed it when I was a child, but at that time I had no clue how liberal they really were.
I was to find out soon… For the first time I was alone t home for two weeks in a row. I had just turned 18 and my parents had left for Europe. You bet, I did have plans while they were gone. There was Cynthia, a cheerleader I‘d been dating for two weeks. Now there was the perfect opportunity to get her laid by the pool of my parent’s house. I was cleaning my car and was planning on calling her in the evening, may be take her out for dinner, go back home and…? I needed some rags to detail my 1988 Chevy shitbox a bit bevore I picked her up but couldn’t find any. I knew that my Mom had some cleaning rags underneath the sink in the master bathroom, so I went there, but couldn’t find any. While I was looking around in the master bedroom, my eye fell on my parent’s closet door. My parents have two closets in their master, one is for both their clothes and the other one is always locked. I had been wondering for many years why my Dad kept the second closet locked all the time. Within 10 years in that house Id’s seen the doors of that closet open only twice. In both cases my Dad was in there fiddling with some papers, and in both cases he closed the door really quick when he saw me walking into the master bedroom. A couple of years ago I asked him what he had in there, and he said “ Oh well, it’s nothing, just business stuff, tax papers and so on”. I never questioned him again, but I didn’t believe in that tax-paper excuse back then. For me it always felt kind of odd that there was a room in our home that nobody had access to. I don’t know what drove me but I really wanted to know what was in this closet. I went out into the garage and grabbed my Dad’s toolbox. I’d read about lockpicking on the internet and tried my luck with a piece of wire and a small allen wrench. I couldn’t get the door open, of course, as a matter of fact I had even left some scratches on the brass handle of the lock. Finally I came up with a great idea. I went up into the attic and removed the air conditioner hose that was attached to the closet’s vent. May be I could peep in from above and see what’s hidden in that closet, I thought. The vent was locked into the ceiling with four bolts. After I’d pulled three of them the vent slid out and fell rattling on the closet floor. I was scared to death. Now I had to get it out! What if my Dad came home and saw it laying in there? He’d immediately know that someone attempted to break into his closet, and since I’m the only one in the house…! I climbed down and got a flashlight and a 8 ft. long 2x2 out of my dad’s shed. I climbed back up into the attick and tried to get the vent by reaching down to the closet floor with the wooden pole. No way. This sucker was way down. Sweath pored down my neck as I finally realized that the closet door had a handle instead of a doorknob inside! I pushed the handle down from above with the 2x2 and the door opened nice and easy. Wow, I had made it!
I felt pretty shitty when I climbed down from the attic. Unlike other parents who go through their kids diaries, letters and closets, my Mom and Dad have always respected my privacy, and here I was, breaking into their closet like a burglar. I felt like an asshole and wasn’t planning on browsing through their stuff any more, I just wanted to get that fucking air vent out, that was it. When I turned the closet light on it took my breath. The small room had shelves all over. On one shelve there were about 15 rubber dildos, the biggest one had horse size. Another shelve was stacked with at least 70 or 80 video tapes, there were photo albums, lingerie, leather stuff, high heels. “Oh God, my Dad is a pervert”, I thought. I opened a photo album and was shocked. There were hundreds of photos of my Mom having sex with strange men. She even had sex with blacks and three or four men at the same time. As I flipped through the album and I got more and more stunned. There were pictures showing my Mom taking it up the ass, others showed her peeing, masturbating with huge dildos, one even showed my Dad pissing in her mouth! On another set she had writings all over her body like “I am a whore”, “I fuck blacks” or “Anybody’s fuck-pig”. My shaking hands pulled one of the tapes out of the cover and popped into the VCR in our living room. It was a homemade gangbang movie, showing my Mom in a hotel room with 7 or 8 men, 3 of which were black. They fucked my mother in every hole, and I heard my Dad’s voice in the background “Yeah, fuck this slut, use her asshole.” The tape was more than I could handle. Still shaking I ran out and got into my car. “Why is my Dad allowing this?” I thought by myself. Is it money he is making off her butt? My parents weren’t poor. Our house was payed off, so was my mothers Mustang convertible. Only my Dad’s FordExcursion had a small payment left. My Dad seems to have a pretty good job as a surveyor, and I never had the impression that he needed money. “Why is he whoring out my mother, letting blacks and strangers sleep with her?” I thought? On the other hand, my mother seemed to enjoy it. I was confused. Looking back I remember me coming home from school early and some strange man left my mother’s bedroom. When I asked her who that was she just said, “Nobody, he was just checking the air conditioner”. Another time I remember my Mom coming out of her bedroom with a black guy. Another time one of my classmates Dad was at our house. I thought that he was talking to my mother about school, but now I remembered that she was only wearing a long t-shirt with nothing underneath when this man was visiting, and that the guy got kind of embarrassed when I stepped into the living room. All this made perfect sense to me now. May be my mother was sleeping with all these men? May be my mother is a whore? But why? I had been driving for at least an hour when I realized that I had a hard on from the time I saw the photo albums in the closet. Now my dick started hurting. My balls were really hurting too. I needed relief badly, so I drove back home to masturbate. I couldn’t help it and went back into the closet. I popped in another tape and started wanking off. On the video my mother had sex with a huge black guy. She was screaming from the top of her lungs “Yeah, fill me with your black seed, I am fertile, make me pregnant with a black baby, I’m not on the pill…” It took only 30 seconds and my dick exploded all over the living room carpet. I felt like stoned and went to bed. Around midnight I woke up and had a hard on again. I watched another tape with my Mom having multiple guys cumming in her mouth. During the next two days I watched almost all off their tapes and came at least 4 or 5 times every day. Some of the tapes were really nasty, for instance the one where my mother was laying in a bathtub and 4 guys peed all over her. There was another tape where my Mom was naked in some bar or truck stop and gave all the men in there blowjobs. Both, the tapes and the photos proved that my mother must have fucked with at least 1000 guys in the past 10 years, always bareback, no condoms in any of the movies. I was constantly aroused, I even forgot to call Cheryl, she just didn’t interest me any more. Browsing through the files in the closet I found out that my Mom even had a web page on the internet. I turned my computer on and found the page right away. http://www.comedepot.com is teh address, she calls herself Jenny Seemore, probbaly because her second name is Jennifer, and her maiden name is Seymore. I couldn’t get in because I had no credit card but the preview photos alone made me cum again. There was my own mother in full face hardcore porn action on the internet! I wasn’t shocked any more. After three or four days of watching her videotapes I actually felt proud of my Mom. I knew that she enjoyed it and wasn’t forced into it. Just thinking off my Mom made me hard.
After a week – I had barely left the house- I felt I needed someone to talk to, but who? I couldn’t talk to one of my friends, that would be too embarrassing. Then I a name crossed my mind: Sally! When I was 16 I had dated a girl named Sally. She was a bit of a redneck, not exactly a perfect looker but cute and extremely wild. She lived with her Mom, Dad, and older brother in a trailer close to Interstate 75. I had sex with her twice in her room in their trailer, and it was really nasty. I didn’t fuck her, she fucked me, not like a 16 year old teenager but like a grown up woman. I remember her pussy being extreme loose with no pubic hair at all. Sally’s Dad was a trucker and gone most of the time, her older brother was a bully type of redneck boy, built like a brick shithouse, muscular, and known to take boxing classes at a gym out east run by some Latinos. Nobody at school messed with him since he once had beat the shit out of a 4 years older senior who had teased him about something. The main reason why I broke up with Sally back then was because I felt intimidated by her brother Kirk. I felt week and insecure around him. He even pinched Sally’s nipples once when we sat in the living room, but there was nothing I could do, Kirk would have kicked my butt. He constantly teased me like ”How is my sister’s pussy, did you fuck her today?” Once I remember him saying “Like my sister’s cunt ,eh? Wait until you get to know my Mom’s!” Back then I felt so embarrassed and degraded, because there was nothing I could do to protect Sally from her older brother. I felt like a wimp. Finally I just didn’t see her no more. I started dating the popular girls at school, but found out soon that it took big effort to make them drop their panties. None of them was as nasty as Sally had been. They wanted to be taken out for dinner, they looked what kind of car you were driving and in what neighborhood your parents lived. It normally took 3 or 4 weeks to get them laid and sex with them usually wasn’t great either. These girls thought they were some sort of “princesses” and made you feel that they it was a big privilege to allow a guy having sex with them. Some of them insisted on rubbers because they didn’t want to get knocked up, which was another turn off to me. Sally used to be different. She just pulled her pants down and sat on my dick. No bullshit, no rubbers, just raw, nasty sex in every hole. What if I cold hook up with Sally again?” I thought? Back then I felt intimidated by Kirk, but now I figured that I had something in common with him. His mother apparently was extremely loose too. She was known to be a hooker all over town. Several times I had seen a big semi truck standing in front of their trailer and had heard moaning coming out of the bedroom when I was visiting Sally. Obviously Sally’s Mom pleased the truckers coming down I 75? I had also seen several porn magazines laying around in their trailer, and the mother barely dressed in other clothes than skimpy shorts, flip flops and a belly free Hooters t-shirt that sowed her saggy medium size tits. After watching my Mom’s tapes I somehow realized that I needed a dirty woman like my Mom or Sally’s Mom, and I thought Sally would turn out to be a slut too.
To come to an end: My little closet burglary changed my whole life. By the time my parents came home I had repaired the air vent and had locked the closet back up again. I’d found some zip discs with about 1300 digital porn photos of my Mom in the closet which I’d copied to my computer. I dumped cheerleader Cheryl who was pissed anyway because I hadn’t called her (I just forgot). When school started I managed to get back with Sally who had developed into a real slut since I’ve dated her. She was sleeping around with blacks but was happy when I started showing interest in her again. She said she still liked me and was very sad when she felt that I didn’t want to see her any more back then. She thought it was because they lived in a trailer and weren’t rich. Sally’s brother Kirk now is a really good friend of mine. He is more mature and doesn’t tease me any more. We even trade porn photos of our Moms and sometimes him, Sally and me watch home made porn movies together. I found out that my Mother is rather a slut than a whore, while Sally’s Mom is a full blown prostitute. Anyone can fuck her for 50.- $, normally she has sex with 2-3 guys per day in the bedroom of her trailer. I’ve been dating Sally now for 7 months and think I am going to marry her. I already bought her an engagement ring. Sally still has sex with her black friends but lets me watch. I love to fuck her after the blacks are done with her. As a matter of fact, it makes me hot to see my “to be wife” having sex with other men. Like her mother and my Mom, Sally never wears condoms. I also love to see her in skimpy slut outfits in public. She wears short mini-skirts all the time and has her toenails and fingernails polished in bright pink. Three months ago I told my Dad that I’d seen Mom’s webpage on the internet. “Oh, did you”, he said, “ and, do you like it?” “Yeah, man, I think it’s great”, I said.