Spying On My Mother

Spying On My Mother – An Explicit Erotic Sex Story

It was the summer before I started college and I had just moved into a new house with my mother, a single woman and her live-in housekeeper. I was so excited to be living in my own home and to have the freedom to explore my sexuality without my mother’s watchful eye. Little did I know that my mother was leading an incredibly naughty and kinky secret life that I was about to stumble upon.

One night, after a long day, I decided to get some rest and headed to my bedroom. As I was about to close the door to my bedroom, I heard some strange noises coming from my mother’s room. I couldn’t make out exactly what was happening, but it sounded like moaning and banging. I was intrigued and decided to investigate further.

I slowly opened the door to my mother’s room and peeked through the crack. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was my mother, naked and draped in a compromising position over the arm of a chair. She was straddling a man and grinding her hips against his. The man was laying down on the bed, his legs spread wide with my mother’s body pressed up against him.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene before me. I watched as my mother’s breasts swayed back and forth, her nipples hard and erect, as she moved her hips in a slow, erotic rhythm. I could feel my own body responding as I watched her pleasure herself and the man beneath her. The man’s hands were exploring my mother’s body, his fingers lightly caressing her skin and exploring her curves. I felt a warmth spread throughout my body as I watched the scene unfold before me.

I was so aroused that I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel my mother’s body against mine and experience the pleasure she was enjoying with the man beneath her. I wanted to know what it would feel like to make love to my own mother.

But I was scared and embarrassed. I had never seen my mother in such an intimate situation before and I was worried about how she would react if she found me spying on her. I knew that if I stayed any longer I would risk getting caught and this would surely ruin my relationship with my mother.

So I quietly closed the door and went to my room, my mind swirling with the erotic images that I had just witnessed. I lay in bed, my body aching with desire, unable to get the image of my mother and her lover out of my head.

The next day, as I was walking around town, I noticed a discreet sign advertising a brothel. I was curious and decided to investigate further. I went inside and was greeted by a friendly receptionist. She showed me around the premises and explained the services they offered.

One of the services they offered was an escort service. I was intrigued and asked for more information. She explained that they had a selection of women who were available to be booked for an intimate evening. I couldn’t believe my luck and decided to book a session with one of the women.

The next evening I arrived at the brothel and was taken to a private room. Waiting for me was a beautiful woman. She was wearing a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. I was instantly aroused and we began to kiss passionately.

The woman then began to undress me and soon I was completely naked. She guided me to the bed and began to explore my body. Her hands were soft and gentle as she caressed my body and explored my curves. I was in heaven.

She then began to pleasure me orally, her tongue exploring every inch of my body. I had never felt such pleasure before, and I was soon begging her to take me. She complied and took me to the heights of pleasure.

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, both of us sated and exhausted. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that I had found the perfect solution to my problem. I could indulge my fantasies and explore my sexuality without anyone ever finding out.

My mother never found out about my secret life, and I am thankful for that. To this day, I still remember that first experience and the pleasure it brought me. Whenever I am feeling down or lonely, I can close my eyes and transport myself back to that night and remember the pleasure I found in the arms of a stranger.

Spying on my mother that night was one of the most exciting experiences of my life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.