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From childhood, I knew my mom was different. She had long black hair and honey-colored eyes that drove every man crazy. In our neighborhood, everyone said “she’s a slut,” and it was true. My dad was alive—a regular guy with a steady factory job—but he never stood in her way. On the contrary, he loved it. Every night when she brought other men home, he sat in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, just watching. Sometimes he even smiled. “Go on, love, enjoy yourself,” he’d say to her, while his cock got hard in his pants. My sister and I listened behind the bedroom door to her moans—the slapping of skin on skin, wet kisses, and her naughty laughs. Dad would sometimes stand at the crack in the door, breathing heavily. Back then, I didn’t feel jealous. I just got excited. My cock stiffened, and my hand went to my pants. My mom was a slut, my dad a cuckold, and from the start, I loved watching them.
Now I’m 25, and that feeling is still with me. My girlfriend has blonde hair and a body like a statue—round, full breasts, a plump, soft ass that drives me wild every time I touch it. From the beginning of our relationship, I told her my secret. “I’m a cuckold, baby. Just like my dad. I want to watch you with someone else.” She laughed at first, but when I showed her the old videos of my mom—the ones my dad had secretly recorded and given me—her eyes lit up. “Wow, your dad really watched?” she asked, while her hand stroked my cock. “Yeah, because my mom was a slut, he became a cuckold… and so did I. Now you be my slut.”
The first time we tried it, my heart was pounding out of my chest—just like my dad in the videos. We invited our mutual friend, a tall guy with broad shoulders and a thick cock—exactly like the men my mom loved. I sent her to take a shower, and I sat in the room with my phone in hand, like my dad with his tea. When she came out, she had only a towel wrapped around her body. She kissed him, and the towel fell. I watched her breasts being kneaded by his big hands. Her nipples hardened, and she moaned: “Oh, harder…”
I just watched, breathing hard. My cock was bursting in my pants. I remembered my mom and dad; nights when he sat by the bed while she knelt before the stranger. She did the same. He pulled out his cock—thick and veined, at least 8 inches—and she opened her mouth. She sucked it, wet and deep, while her eyes locked on mine. “Look, love… it’s so big. Not yours.” She laughed, and my hand went to my own cock. I stroked it, just like my dad did in the videos.
He threw her on the bed. He spread her legs and rubbed his cock on her wet pussy. “It’s going in…” I whispered, my voice shaking. With one thrust, half of it slid inside. She screamed: “Ohhh, it filled me up! Bigger than yours!” He started pounding, hard and deep. The sound of her ass slapping against his body filled the room. Their sweat dripped, and she clawed at the sheets. “I’m your slut! Fuck me like a doll!” I got closer, kissed her face while he fucked her from behind—just like my dad kissing my mom in the middle of it. Her kiss was salty, full of the taste of his cock.
Finally, he growled and shot his load inside her pussy. White and thick, it dripped down her thigh. She reached down, smeared it with her fingers, and fed it to me. “Taste it, little cuckold. Just like your mom the slut and your dad watching.” I licked it, salty and bitter, and came at the same time. My cum spilled on my hand, without even touching.
From that night, it happens every week. She with different men—sometimes two at once—and I just watch, like my dad. We even invited my dad once; he sat next to me, sipped tea, and we watched together. My mom was a slut, my dad a cuckold, and they raised me that way. Now I’m happy. The shadows of the past built my pleasure.