Hi Gautam (changed) here. I had mentioned a true story in an earlier post titled ‘Tailor made my Mother’s Pussy wet‘ . I revealed that I would share another day how I saw my parents having sex and seeing her nude full on another day. These events truly happened. You can choose to keep reading or not; this is a real-life account, and in the next part, I will describe how I created fantasies based on these incidents and my mother’s personality.
This is a true incident that I saw. To spice things up I have added imaginary conversations and dialogues between them. In reality, all I heard was their quiet whispering and murmurs. The dialogue exchanges are products of my imagination.
Coming to the incident of my parents having sex. Growing up in a Tamil family, we lived in Bangalore. My mother, Jyoti (changed), is traditional and deeply religious. As previously mentioned, she’s fair, of normal size, has a slight tummy, and breasts that sag slightly. She is conservative both in looks and character. This incident took place when I was in the 11th grade, around the same time my mother was almost 45 years old. Due to IIT-JEE coaching, I had to wake up early at 6AM, go for tuition in the morning, come back and then to college, go again to tuition, and then return home, often arriving at around 7 pm.
As mentioned earlier, my father is an Everest Masala distributor & other things and often works from 9 am to 7 pm, six days a week. He occasionally joins me at home after work.
This day I had reached home and had dinner. My computer was shifted to the hall, as I should not get distracted from the IIT-JEE exam. That day I was simply browsing something on internet. Almost like 7:45PM my father came in having just a little bit of alcohol. His speech gave away his state. Meanwhile, my mother was sitting on the sofa folding clothes. She started a small fight with my father. It wasn’t harsh, just to advise my father.
Jyoti: What’s going on today? You keep coming like this for three days in a row. This is not good.
Father: Not good? I was just stressed, so I had a little bit of alcohol.
Before they continued arguing, my father, looking at me, said
Father: Gautham, what are you doing on the computer? Get off it and go to your room to study.
I got up and moved towards my room while overhearing my father comforting my mother. I reached my desk, took out my book, and began studying. However, I couldn’t keep at it for long as I felt too tired after about half an hour. I fell asleep right there on my desk in the clothing I had worn all day.
I awoke in the middle of the night due to the discomfort from my clothing. When I opened my eyes, everything was dark because the room lights were off, which I did not off. My vision was hindered; even the clock’s face was difficult to see. As I regained consciousness, I heard soft, seductive moans filling the air. I thought about who or what might be making these sounds. Upon closer listening, it became clear that the moaning was coming from my bedroom door. The sound was so familiar, and my heart races when I realised it was my mother’s voice. I carefully rose from my chair without making a sound to investigate the origin of the noise. The my room door was only partially closed, and I couldn’t understand how that could be since I hadn’t shut it.
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