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My mum was an alcoholic and a bit of a man-eater. After my dad died, she had a slew of boyfriends that never lasted. She would break up with them after a few weeks, get really drunk and move onto the next one.
It continued for a decade, until Harold. He was apparently a keeper, because after only six months together, she asked him to move in.
Harold came with an unexpected bonus, and his name was Dave. Haroldâs son turned my life upside down.
There were many things I could say about my motherâs new boyfriend but he did treat her very well. Most of the time they were out of the house. He took her to nice restaurants, followed by drinks in bars and sometimes even clubs.
Whenever the house was empty, Dave would invite over random girls. A new one every time, actually he was a lot like my mom before she met his dad.
My fatherâs old study had been converted into Daveâs bedroom and the walls it shared with mine werenât very thick. Each girl made a distinctive noise when he fucked them hard against the headboard. I'd have to put on my headphones with loud classical music just so I could study.
Dave didnât seem to give a shit about decency. One evening, I crossed paths with him in the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom butt naked.
He left the door open and peed really hard into the toilet bowl. I couldnât help but look at the sweat that travelled down his back and along the curvature of his perky bum. When he was done, he washed his hands and face before walking back, hardly acknowledging my existence.
Just before he stepped into his room, however, he turned around and said, âIf you enjoyed watching me piss, would you like to see me fuck?â
I wanted to die of shame. Did he suspect why Iâd been looking? Or worse, had mom outright told him without asking me first?
Ofcourse, I assumed he was joking but he left the door to his bedroom wide open. It didnât take long for the girl to start moaning again as the sound of hips slapping against hips resonated through the empty hallway.
I couldnât possibly take him up on his ludicrous offer, could I? Instantly, a million images of what the scene might look like flooded my mind.
As if in trance, I moved closer to the doorway until I was close enough to peek around the corner. Although I prefered to watch guys fuck other guys, this would surely be better than porn.
One, two, three andâŠ
Holy shit! I could see Dave from behind, ramming into the girl doggy style. He held her long hair tight in his fist, as she moaned in pleasure.
I couldnât tear my eyes away, and for an instant I wondered what it would be like to have a powerful creature like him fucking me like that.
Thatâs when his head turned. I was sure that heâd seen me from the corner of his eye and I quickly fled in terror. What could I possibly say if he asked why Iâd actually taken him up on his crazy offer?
