CW: The same man is having sex with both mother and son. This story is from the son's perspective, hence this category. But straight sex is implied here.
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Before you judge her, let me tell you that my mother was not like this before. She was completely head over heels in love with my father ever since I remember. And always loyal to one man. Those two have been and always will be my idea for what a proper couple should be like.
Although I quickly learned that I would rather be with men; I have seen what a healthy and mature relationship should look like. It was Richard and Mona Simmons, my parents.
The problem started when my father died in a freak accident. I would never forget the day. I had turned eighteen only a month ago. My father was only forty five at the time of his passing. Any plans for going out to college was thrown away.
I started on a job a month after dad's passing. I was working hard to put food on the table. But the rent was being paid from my father's savings. My mother was a shell of her former self.
Nine months' after dad's passing, mom started working on two jobs at once. I told her that she didn't have to work that much. She was working too hard, and I feared for her health. She then informed me that along with the hospital and funeral cost, we had already spent half of what dad had saved for the future.
I didn't argue with her too much after that. Both mom and me would be out of the house early in the morning. Whereas I would be home in the afternoon. And mom came home really late, completely exhausted.
I wanted to protest. I wanted to say that she was putting her health at risk. And we did not need to do this. We are not that poor. We could borrow money from relatives if it comes to that. But I didn't say any of that. Because deep down, I knew that she was not working only for the money. She was trying really hard to keep herself busy.
Our relationship had turned into that of two roommates living in an above average apartment.
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I knew I was gay ever since I watched porn for the first time. I don't know what made my parents give me the name Riley Simmons. I sometimes assumed that one look at me told my parents that I would be taking hot dicks up the ass. So they named me aptly. And they were not wrong.
Having the place to myself for more than six hours every day was an advantage. I could easily host for my grindr 'dates'.
I was not having sex every single day of the week. But I did have someone over at least twice a week, maybe more. I mostly used my own bedroom for sex, occasionally fucking in the living room or the kitchen. Every one of the men coming to fuck me knew that I share the apartment with two other people who will be back in a few hours. It has worked pretty well for me.
My sex life was varied. There have been men who I have invited to my place more than once. Despite having sex with many men, I only exchanged contact information with only five of them. I only kept their number if they were really nice or really really good in bed.
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A few months after mom starting her work, she brought a man with her at our place. It shocked me a little, but I didn't say anything. That man left the next morning I never saw him again.
My mother was still only forty-two. She always had a perpetually exhausted look on her face. But she was still really pretty, and had an attractive figure.
Then it started. Mom started bringing men in pretty regularly. I assumed she was also using dating apps for hooking up. She knew I was gay, but I was able to hide the men I brought home.
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On a fateful day, my life changed forever. It happened when my mother brought a man with her that had sex with me in the very apartment. He was an older man who called himself Carlos when he first came inside the apartment a month ago. Needless to say, he also came really deep inside me as well.
He was one of the best fucks I ever had. But I didn't exchange numbers with him, on account of him being a little too brutish. I like getting it hard and rough. But he was only that, hard and rough sex, and not much else going on with him.
Now I knew why he acted the way he did when he was with me. He was just a top that wanted someone to fuck at that time. He probably still was straight on the outside world. Hell, he might be one of those homophobes you meet that secretly had sex with men.
His eyes lit up when he saw me. He asked my mother who I was. My mother told him the truth. He then greeted me and told me that his name was Jacob.
That night, I went to bed thinking about the man fucking my mom. I knew exactly how rough he could get. And I imagined him doing that to my mother. It felt weirdly arousing at that moment. And yes, I am ashamed to admit it, but I masturbated before sleeping that night.
