My Enemy (Part 1)

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My Enemy (Part 1)I was 20 at the time, at university some 2 hours from my home where my parents lived. When visiting, I would come by motor coach. Well this time too I was meant to do so, and my parents knew the approximate time I’d be arriving, except this time, another student was driving my way, and I jumped in the car with him. This meant that I would be arriving an hour earlier. I didn’t get the chance to inform my parent of the change in plans. When I arrived, was I shocked. My arrival was unnoticed, and was I stunned to watch my mum in the garden, having a deep French kiss with an old school friend of mine. I say ‘school friend’, but I hated him. He bullied me, and when I left school, I swore I’d never see him again. He was my enemy! But here he was, giving my mum, 20 years older to him, a really deep French kiss, but with dad stood by them, watching intently, with a smile on his face. I’d heard of the word ‘cuckold’, but my own dad? This pendik escort guy, Jason had always been a ladies’ man; tall and blond, the girls just went for him, and it seemed so did my mum. I kept myself concealed, and continued watching. I should have been repulsed, but argued that if dad was not upset, why should I? But I was stunned to find myself getting an erection! When they finally broke, they said something, laughed, and went off again into yet ANOTHER deep French kiss! After this my mum and this guy went arm and arm indoors, followed by my dad. They went off into the bedroom. I moved closer to the action, so that I could hear; obviously I wasn’t seen, nor could I see. I listened. It was awesome, hearing my mum moaning with pleasure on this blond guy’s dick. My dad, the cuckold was in there, obviously watching. And then she orgasmed, so loud and vulgar. Then more moaning, leading up to another crescendo of kartal escort hot adulterous orgasm! I felt i had to beat a silent retreat, and I went to a local cafe, totally confused. I had a coffee, but had to visit the toilet, where I had a lovely wank. Yes, I was wanking over my mother and her lover, that blond bastard! I returned home at the time I was expected, and pretended nothing had happened.Then a few months later, I was upset to hear that my parents were splitting up; dad had left home. I asked mum as to why, thinking maybe it was the affair she was having. Mum mentioned that the marriage was ‘boring’. She’d married at 18, very young, and she had me at 19. My dad had come into an inheritance, and was flush with money then, and that impressed my mum, so much so that they got wed. I then asked my dad the same question, and got the same reply, which I only partly believed. Fortunately, it was an amicable maltepe escort separation. Anyway, after a while, I confronted mum, telling me what I’d seen that fateful day. She was embarrassed, but I reassured her, even telling her I’d masturbated over it, not just the once but many times thereafter. She knew I hated Jason, as he’d bullied me, but told me she found Jason’s arrogance and his blond good looks irresistible! Then what happened was possibly nasty! She was still seeing Jason when I was at uni, and she told him what I’d told her! This was music to his ears. He was a bully—‘once a bully, ALWAYS a bully’, so the swine told my mum that next time I should be present, watching them make love. His words were, ‘Like father, like son’! My mum told me. Was I shocked, but excited nevertheless. Mum told me she had to do what he wanted, SUCH was his aura! But she told him I would not be allowed to see her naked. Come the day, it started out like that fateful day; they deeply French kissed in front of me, like they had in front of dad. When they broke, they did it again and again, and all the time, Jason would look at me, this smug look on his handsome face! I was STILL being bullied, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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