This is my first entry and story that I have ever written, so if there are any errors I apologize beforehand. All comments and criticisms are welcome, as they might help me improve if I decide to continue writing. I also might continue this series, depending on the reactions I get. Thank you and enjoy!!!
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I came home one day and I saw her. I had always loved her and deep down I knew I loved her as a woman too, but I had never thought about actually doing something about it, until I saw her that day, masturbating in her room. It wasn't because she wasn't attractive, no. See this woman was about 5'7", weighing less than 140 with a nice curvy body in all the right places with about C cup breasts and a nice shapely and well proportioned ass. Not to mention the blonde shoulder length hair with piercing blue eyes that if you made eye contact with her, it would seem she could look into your soul. The problem was she was my MOTHER!
That fateful day I came home early from football practice because one of the players had broken his back. I guess my mother was not expecting me to get home so early.
When I parked my car I noticed that my brother's car was parked as well, so that meant he was home. I went inside the house and headed upstairs toward my bedroom. As I passed my sister's bedroom I noticed she wasn't home, probably out with her friends. I went into my room got my towel and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As I turned the hallway I could hear a noise coming from my mother's room and when I turned I was shocked at what I saw. I saw my brother hiding next to the door, spying on my mother as she MASTURBATED! I didn't know what to do so I stayed there looking at both of them.
Before I go any further I guess I should describe my family to you. Well my mother's name is Katie and is 39 years old but doesn't look a day over 25. She works as an accountant, but only for like 4 hours, because we don't really need the money since my dad sends us a weekly pension that is about 5 times more than we need. He is a very high-end lawyer working for a top law firm in Miami, which he also holds a 50% share in.
She and my father, Michael, had divorced about 5 years ago, because my mother had caught him cheating with his secretary. She wasn't that upset because from I what could tell they weren't in love anymore. My father was a nice man and a great father, he has been there for our family whenever we have needed it, and he would always give me and my brother and sister whatever we wanted, and still does. He gave my brother a BMW for his 18th birthday and me a customized Camaro that was probably worth more than 40,000 dollars, plus he threw my sister one of the biggest Sweet 16 parties I have ever seen, last year. He comes to visit us every week and always brings us some gifts or money.
My brother, Daniel, was 22, and was getting ready to move to Tampa Bay, he is probably about 5'11", and from what the girls would tell me he was not bad looking but that he was an asshole to most of them, so I guess that's why he didn't have many girlfriends. My sister, Chloe, was 18 and about 5'8" probably weighed less then 120, toned legs, full B cup tits and tight but nice ass.
My name is Gabriel and I am 19. I am 6 feet tall and very muscular since I played football and baseball at the U. I guess you can say that I was the ladies man of the family. I didn't go through girls like pencils, it's just that if I would break up with one girl there was always another one waiting.
So as I kept on watching, when suddenly I saw Kyle get up and headed toward her room. He dropped his pants and approached her bed. My mother's eyes opened in horror and as she was about to scream, my brother placed his hand over her mouth and he spoke to her with a smirk.
"Shut the fuck up bitch, besides your gonna like this!"
Up to this point I couldn't move, but then that instinct that all men have kicked in and I sprinted toward my brother. I grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him all the way downstairs toward to the door. During this I realized my brother was not himself, his eyes were bloodshot and he was struggling to say something, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away. But still he should know better and so I threw him out the door.
