Sex Slave Mommy 01 - Caught My Slut Mum Cheating

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It’s hard to find an apartment to rent in London. Especially if you’re a student.

I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.

It was a small one bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.

I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a masters degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as a all-round gopher at a Design firm.

Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.

Why am I doing all this?

Networking, for my career, all sorts of reasons really. The big bad world now has evolved and if I wanted to make it in my industry, I needed the foresight to know what skills I needed. That made me busy as fuck. But it will pay off… I hoped.

The downside of living in a cramped apartment was that I had very little space to store all my equipment. Luckily Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.

The upside of living in London on my own, was the sheer privacy. Namely, privacy with women. I always had a high libido. I liked to fuck and women seemed to enjoy fucking me. I work out hard and made no compromises with my diet. I like to have the muscles to do the sort of things I loved doing with women. And I liked the stamina to go all night. I was blessed with a big dick too, so I had confidence in spades.

I laugh when I think about the girls I used to scare off back in the day. Some couldn’t handle a dick my size.

Anyways, I was in the middle of a photography job for my company when a client asked me for my portfolio. The timing sucked. He was impressed with my current projects but he wanted to see a range of skills I had up my sleeve. I could’ve sent him an email with my shit, but he was a big deal in the industry and he was eager to have a one to one meal with me and liked to see something in real life.

My problem was that my portfolio was at home back in Reading.

No problem, I told him. I’ll simply rush home after work was done, grab my shit and arrange a dinner with the client a few days later.

Sometimes, you can just taste opportunity and that was when you pull your finger out of your arse and go above and beyond.

It was a late Wednesday night and my parents wouldn’t be expecting me. I didn’t bother calling ahead because Mom would just fuss and make a big meal and a flying visit will turn into an entire evening. I still had other projects to manage back in my apartment before I can go to sleep.

It was a trail getting home. Traffic was a bitch and it was late by the time I parked my car on the drive.

I didn’t see dad’s car, but then again he was always busy at work. He’s a manager at a exporting firm and a lot of the time, he was away from home too. My poor mother was alone a lot, especially now that I was away from home too.

I shoved my key to the front door, and was about to call out when I noticed how suspiciously dark the downstairs was. I was about to call out for Mom when I heard giggles upstairs. It seemed like my parent’s room light was on.

I didn’t like the twisting feeling in my gut- I knew something was wrong. A part of me wanted to drive off and forget about it, but then I remembered that I need my portfolio. If I really wanted to be honest, I was curious. There’s suspicions, and then there’s finding out for myself.

Like a cat burglar, I snuck up the stairs. I knew the house inside out so I knew where to avoid to set off the creaky floorboards. As I got closer the stairs, I heard the giggles growing in volume. It was feminine. So it was either Mom or it wasn’t and I didn’t know which I preferred.

The fact that Dad’s car wasn’t here either niggled at me.

I passed my bedroom once I reached the top. Mom and Dad’s room was at the end down the hallway. The giggles were loud and free- I suppose that wasn’t a problem when you live in a big detached house- you wouldn’t have to worry too much about nosy neighbors overhearing anything.

For some strange reason, I thought back to when I lived here, how I had to snoop around town and hook up with girls. Bringing them home just seemed unfathomable.

I tip toed to my parent’s door, which was open a crack and let in a slice of light out to the dark unlit hallway.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

There was a guy in there. About my age, tanned and muscular.

And the giggles- they were coming from my mother. My half naked mother.

She was wearing nothing but her underwear. I could help but peek at her like some voyeuristic pervert. She was wearing a pair of lacy red panties and a matching bra, which struggled to contain her massive tits. Mom used to be chubby, but few years back she found a job as a secretary at a law firm. Something twigged and she overhauled her diet and hit the gym hard. I swallowed as she gave her friend a little twirl which showed off the round juicy peach of an arse.

At 42, she was fucking perfect. Most of her fat was burned off due to her hard work but her massive tits stayed that way.

I felt a pang of possessiveness course through me- Mom was giving this random guy a show, and it was in my dad’s fucking bedroom!

“Are you sure about this, Mrs Smith?”

“Relax sweetheart,” Mom purred. “Hubby won’t be back tonight. It’s just me and you Scotty.”
He was sitting on the end of the bed, wearing a T-shirt and some jogging bottoms. If I had to hazard a guess, he was a gym buddy Mom must’ve befriended.

And invited over for some fun.

I shuddered. How long was this going on for? What if I didn’t make a surprise drop in?
I was about to stop this madness, push open the door and tell the asshole to get out of my house.

But then she said something.

“Scott, do you think you can do me a favour?”

“What is it Mrs Smith?”

Mom climbed onto him until she was practically straddling him. She reached down and

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Uploaded November 19, 2020
Notes Simon comes home and finds his Mum doing extra naughty things with a man other than his father...
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