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My name is Dan, and I’m 18 years old and finishing high school. I’m a great student and somehow fall into the nerd category because I mostly hang out with my best friends, playing games. Yes, we’re gamers. My best friends are Filip and Stefan. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. We attended primary school together and are now finishing high school. We’ll probably go to college together. Filip is similar to me, calm and withdrawn, while Stefan is different. He’s popular in school; he has girls; he fights with dickheads; and thanks to him, everyone respects us and no one bullies us. Still, Stefan spends most of his time with us. We are truly inseparable friends.
I live with my mom. My dad died five years ago. My mom, Eva, is a scientist and works at a state institute. I can say that my mom is the best mom in the world. She is really cool. I don’t remember ever arguing with her. Once we were smoking marijuana in my room. She came in and figured out what we were doing. She didn’t shout. She wasn’t angry, but she explained to us that constantly smoking weed while playing games was not good for us and was likely very harmful. She allows us to smoke marijuana sometimes, but if she sees that we are high on a daily basis, she’ll tell their parents, and they’re not so liberal. They might even tell the police. Since then, we rarely smoke anymore.
Everything was okay in my life until two weeks ago when I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday. It was Saturday, and our apartment was full of relatives, neighbors, and grandparents. Grandpa brought his famous homemade wine, and everyone soon became happy. Mom had her hands full, and I was playing games in my room with my friends. We planned to play games all night.
Before midnight, the guests left, and I went to the kitchen for snacks. Mom had cleaned and tidied up. She was tired and probably influenced by her father’s wine. She said she was done and could hardly wait to take a shower and go to sleep.
I went back to the room and told my friends everyone was gone and we could smoke weed now. We opened the window and started smoking. Stefan started joking and reminded us that Filip once said he would pay a stripper for my eighteenth birthday.
Filip replied, “That’s right! She’s on her way here now.” Of course, he was joking, bursa eskort bayan but at that moment, the door opened and my mom came into the room. We couldn’t help but laugh.
She had a towel wrapped around her hair and was wearing a bathrobe as always after showering. As soon as she came in, she said, “I just came to say that I’m going to sleep and not to be very loud, but now I need some answers. First, what did we agree on regarding smoking marijuana? Also, why are you laughing at me?”
Filip and I suddenly became serious, and Stefan, as always, started speaking on our behalf. “Well, you said we can smoke sometimes, and now it’s Dan’s birthday, so…”
“I guess,” Mom said. “Just don’t get carried away. So, why were you laughing at me?”
Stefan spoke up again. “Well, we weren’t laughing at you specifically. You just happened to walk in on a joke. Filip joked about getting a stripper for Dan’s birthday and then you opened the door.”
Mom laughed too. “Oh, perfect timing. You thought the stripper you wanted just happened to appear right then. Well, 18-year-old boys certainly don’t want a forty-year-old stripper.”
Stefan had a joint in his hand and asked my mom if she wanted to smoke with us. I thought to myself that Stefan was a real idiot. Mom replied that she had last smoked almost 20 years ago. She took the joint and sat down on a chair. We sat on the bed opposite her. She inhaled the first puff of smoke and began to cough. “Oh, geez, I don’t remember it being so strong back then,” and she passed the joint to Filip.
In the second round, she inhaled a few puffs and started talking about how marijuana used to be healthy because it was naturally grown without chemicals. She talked and gestured with her hands. She was obviously high already. She didn’t even notice her robe had gaped and her tits were visible and worst of all, she’d unknowingly spread her legs so her bare crotch was visible. She took one more toke then passed again to Filip.
She kept talking and waving her arms. I looked at Stefan, and he was staring at her. I wanted to signal her somehow to cover up, but she never looked at me and just kept talking. By this time, no one was even listening. I looked back at her. Oh shit, everything was visible. Then I looked at Filip. He gursu eskort stared at her with his mouth hanging open like he was hypnotized. The joint in his hand went out, and the ashes fell on the bed. I was very embarrassed.
Finally, she stopped. “You guys aren’t listening to me at all!” she complained and then realized we were staring at her body. She looked down and saw that her robe had opened. She blushed bright red and pulled the robe back over her tits and crotch. Obviously embarrassed, “Oh, for God’s sake,” she mumbled and left.
We sat for a while. No one said anything, each of us thinking our own thoughts. Leave it to Stefan to liven things up again, smiling big and pointing to Filip’s crotch. “Holy shit, dude. I guess you really would have liked a forty-year-old stripper.”
Now Filip was embarrassed, knowing without looking what Stefan was referring to. His pants were pushed out and his erection was all but visible. Filip fidgeted a little before giving up on hiding it, and he decided to go home.
I tried to persuade him to stay a little longer. “Come on, Filip. You know he’s got one too. Let’s get back to the game,” but he just left without saying a word.
Stefan piped up. “Just let him go home to jerk off. We can keep the game going without him. I gotta piss first though.” He left the room for the bathroom. While he was gone, I rolled another joint and waited about ten minutes, but Stefan didn’t come back. I waited about five more minutes and left the room to find him. I checked the bathroom and the kitchen, but he wasn’t in either place. Did he leave too? I wondered.
I was headed back to my room, walking down the hallway, when I heard a sound. A moaning sound. It could only have come from my mother’s room so I was sure it was just the TV, but when I approached the door, the moaning sounded real. I had the kind of creepy thought she was masturbating, but in an instant, I was drenched in a cold sweat. Omg, Stefan!
My thoughts were confused. No, it’s not possible that Stefan and my mom… I wanted to go inside to find out what was going on. Maybe she’s hurt. I had already touched the doorknob but changed my mind. That wasn’t a painful moan. I decided to go to the balcony and peek inside. If only I hadn’t.
The shutter Bursa elden ödeme escort was not fully lowered. It was raised just enough to let some light from the street into the dark bedroom. I gathered my courage, squatted down on one knee, and looked for a moment. The first thing I saw was a white male ass shining in the dim light, then I realized the dude was lying on top of a woman and staring down intently at her. I only looked for about two seconds, and he didn’t move in that time.
I closed my eyes and turned away from the window. I can’t describe my feelings. It was clearly Mom and Stefan, but I still didn’t want to believe it. I had to know for sure. After a few minutes of internal debate, I found a better position on both knees and looked again.
Yes, it was Stefan lying on top of my Mom. His head was on the pillow next to hers now. She had her mouth open and her hands gripped his ass tightly. I could see the indentations made by her fingers. I knew penetration was happening. Her legs were slightly raised and bent at the knee.
I heard another moan, louder this time, and Stefan froze with his back arched, pressing his crotch into my mom’s. He just lay there for a minute then started rolling off her.
I quickly gathered myself and returned to my room. I sat on a chair trying to sort out my feelings. There was anger, disappointment, and excitement in me–a lot of mixed feelings. Then I heard the sound of the front door closing, and I realized Stefan had left. I soon got a text: “Sorry, buddy, had to go. Not feeling too good. Talk later.”
I didn’t answer. I just threw my phone on the bed. I didn’t think I would sleep that night. I was mad at them both. I woke up my laptop with no real destination in mind, but I guess in reaction to what Stefan had done and to get some revenge on him, I opened his mom’s Facebook and Instagram pages and jerked off to her pictures. After I managed to calm down, I realized I had had an erection the whole time while I was watching them.
I haven’t decided what to do yet. One minute, I want to tell my mom she’s a whore and I know everything. But the next minute, I actually understand she’s a woman without a husband who has needs. One minute, I want to beat up Stefan and never talk to him again, but the next minute, I understand him because I would do the same thing with his mom if I had the chance.
Should I tell them I know everything? That I saw them? Maybe it’s better for my mother to pretend I don’t know, but I’d like to hear the truth from Stefan about how it happened. What should I do?
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