I...my hand and his lover

010-days to my mother's lover (with her along...) With the exception of the stories where I relate what happened to the cake boy and the pipe-dropping addict, all the others were inspired by facts that really happened to me, but I omitted and did not intend to share this passage of my life because I considered it too cruel because it had a devastating effect on one of the protagonists, leading her years later to enter a very serious state of depression with various psychosomatic symptoms that until today she is confined to a wheelchair in an asylum for the elderly refusing to leave and more serious, she never received my visit, I am sorry that it is extensive, but I could not summarize it because of the truth. In the weeks leading up to my eighth birthday, my mother, who had become aware of my sexual activities in the neighborhood, but without sharing it with anyone, including my father, as she later said she feared the distress it would cause her, and considering that she was failing in my education, decided to start a new process of relationship with me, thinking that this would put an end to my shameful attitudes, (intention informed after the fateful night), surrounding me with attention and affection, never identified, taking me to any and all places of entertainment that at least commented on existence, buying the gibbons and figurines that she had previously disapproved and inviting female relatives in my age group to visit us constantly. However, when I mention the inexorable in control of my life I certainly do not exaggerate, for on the day of my eighth birthday party, for the first time with all due right, I witnessed and entered into a plot that consolidated my sexuality, motivated by the most unsuspected person in the family circle of a boy of my age. No kids from the neighborhood were invited, only distant relatives and friends, but there were also adults in relationships that until then were considered exclusive to my father, among them a certain man in his 35s, extremely nice and attentive, promptly capturing the approach of everyone. The party was almost over with only a few adults left drinking with my father in the backyard, so I decided to go to sleep saying goodbye to everyone and going to the bathroom and as the door had a defect in the lock, I would close others not, the door opened normally and I opened with the scene still engraved in my retina, my mother with the dress lifting the scene covering much of the face and the <unk>simply putting a box of exceptional taste filling inside it, and they were like the box inside the plastic curtain with a narrow position to a side corner..., allowing the eyes to reach to a side corner..., and the door was open to everyone, so I decided to go to sleep saying goodbye to everyone and going to the bathroom and as the door had a defect in the lock, I would close others not, the door opened normally and I would open it with the scene still engraved in my retina, my mother with the dress lifting the scene and the <unk>simply envying scene and the <unk>simply putting a box of exceptional taste inside of her, and they were like the box with the plastic curtained curtain in the corner of the back of the box withdrawn curtain, and the corner of the plastic curtain... .. .. .. .. .. .. allowing a very nice position to the side corner of the door ... the door, and the door, and the door was almost closed, and let me stay open, and let me, and I was a few adults, and I was desperately, and I was trying to sleeping ... The sixth sense always indicates people when they are being watched, so I was startled when I heard a near-cry from my mother as she turned her face towards me, for at this moment I had even ignored her presence by being captivated only by Raul's stick. They in the act immediately stopped what they were doing while my mother in a mixture of embarrassed and dominant, reprimands me: <unk>The door was not closed your annoyance..., why didn't you knock before entering..., and now what am I going to do with you...<unk> I try, excuse me for being ignored, while I watch Raul trying to keep the huge box still rigid inside the pants I was trying to wear distressed, when my mother changes tactics by letting her dress fall on her body, coming towards me grabbing my stick roughly, determines: <unk>You didn't see anything, okay?... I'm going to tell your father that I was still going to sleep without giving you a picture of me sitting in the bathroom with Raul, whispering in my head, giving me nothing to do, whispering in my ass, thinking that it's not going to be okay? The next day after dad goes to work, mom calls me to talk saying: <unk>you are a boy who is living like a girl, giving a butt and even making the disgust of sucking dick on the street, as they told me, it's true..., let's talk...<unk>, feeling enormous resentment and anger like I haven't felt in months, I end up confessing the truth: <unk>hatred of man..., mom..., giving tô yes...<unk>, then she complements: <unk>I and Raul agree to do whatever you want to keep secret what you saw in the bathroom last night..., do you agree?...<unk>, otherwise I will tell your father and you know that his reaction will be violent..., don't you know?... besides that Raul is a great friend of his and we will believe everything and deny a stranger or whoever you think he will choose us?...<unk> I accept the conditions of silence, but I promise to keep everything in memory...<unk> Close to lunch time that day a rental car to face the house and being in the backyard I see Raul entering the room being received cheerfully by mom who reassures him saying that everything is fine, that he had talked and agreed with me and that the incident would never be divulged, while I am at this moment leaning on the door that divided the kitchen of the room, seeing mom with an intense glow of happiness on the face, when I am noticed by the nice and now the object of my sexual desire greeting me: and hello boy..., all right?... is everything calm?... can you ask what you want..., well?... or I am the repetition of the promise of the room and I don't know where the petulance of imposing the condition comes from: <unk>ta well I can't talk to you guys like that, I don't want to talk about anything, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you guys, but I want to see you, but I 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want to, I want to, I want to, I want, I want, I want to, I want, I want to, I want to, I want, I want In the bedroom they went to bed and took off the clothes under the sheet covering their heads starting the act allowing me only to hear my mother: <unk>calm dear..., slowly..., now..., so she puts...<unk>, I start to feel deceived and so I take the attitude of taking off my pants and naked I lift the sheet at the foot of the bed being invaded immediately by a totally different smell of the sex that until then they had practiced making it much more exciting, seeing my mother receiving again inside her the head of Raul's huge stick that began to enter leaving her crazy, moving the hips forcibly and asking him to bury when I am noticed more and try to foot me what I resist and expel them with hard: <unk>I don't want to see the sheet ... then they notice that I'm certainly naked and I was drunk with sex ... he wanted to cover me with a slippery skirt, and when he left me with a little stick, even with my mother, he noticed that I had almost fallen into it, and when he looked at me, even with a little stick, and even with his footstep. I completely remove the sheet that covered them watching my mother lying on all fours spreading her legs offering her vagina half open receiving all of Raul's cock, moaning and whispering what I never thought I would hear, while I administered a huge desire to lean my mouth on that wonderful stick when I feel Raul's hand taking mine and heading for his bag leaving me desperate to even take part of his stick that went in and out of my mother, while expressing in my childishness: <unk>que..., grande gusto..., mete en ella..., mete en ella...<unk>, then I begin to notice that Raul began to take everything out of her inside allowing me to take it in full and I enjoyed chasing it for seconds before putting it back inside his head until the eggs, listening to his exclamations: <unk>assimilations: <unk>..., taking a good wing... directing me to put a stick on the head, I could only hear the entrance of my mother's vaginal cavity, then I put the stick into a barrel... Suddenly the joy of mother approaches and she starts to scream demanding more force and more piroca inside her simultaneously to the cries of Raul: <unk>stop boy..., take my dick that I will mock on mom..., to mocking...<unk> I looked then that as he buried and withdrew in deadly stacks the sperm was deposited part inside while another flowed through her thighs and as I was also already hallucinated, I could not resist starting to collect with the tongue the wasted pocket, licking and sucking mom's thighs, without reaching her sex, that even came out of the inside and was in the right position, opening my lips, putting that head sucking inside my mouth as much as he could like, Raul's two hands sitting on my head pushing it forward and pulling it back to dry, screaming: <unk>excuse me for hiding..., <unk>excuse me for hiding..., <unk>excuse me for not believing, when you talk to my mouth with such a mixed amount of tears, that you make me cry with my vagina... <unk>when I was already hallucinated, I couldn't resist starting to collect with my tongue, licking and sucking mom's thighs, licking and sucking without reaching to her. Sitting in bed with Raul treating me in an extremely affectionate way I tried to exchange complicit glances with my mother but she avoided looking at me in the face, causing me to get worried, but now I felt on a certain level of equality, after all she had satisfied and pleased her lover, even believing that from now on we would always be two to give her pleasure. While she goes to the bathroom to wash Raul lets me take his dick again, noting that it was really wonderful, when I am asked: "Have you already given it to one of these? .... this size ... ", I almost answer that, so: "Next time I ask you to eat too ...?" seeing your eyes open and ask: "Are you going to hold on, I'm going to kill you ...?" I see him getting dressed, meeting in the hallway with Mom, who had gone to the bathroom, exchanging passionate kisses and saying goodbye as I enter the shower to take a shower, coming out and finding Mom in the contemplative room. I went to play in the happy yard of life, spending all afternoon only returning for dinner, still without exchanging glances with Mom. The days pass and one afternoon Raul visits us again and I notice an incomprehensible coldness of the mother while effusively I received him at the door of the house, which was noticed by him also because he asked me to wait outside while I talked with her. After a while, thinking that they were taking too long, I returned to the room and see mother crying saying it was all over noticing Raul desolate on the sofa. Inconformed and in the petulance of the boy still dissatisfied, I interpel the two in an unusual way: <unk> okay..., just have the following..., I want to talk to the lady Raul..., leave her, just today..., once?... Mom, can I, do you want to?... Raul<unk>, being happy with the affirmative and deciding how he was already in the beginning of the depressed state that would lead to the current illness, simply shook his shoulders, begging, asking..., while he says: <unk> go to the bathroom..., <unk> go to the bathroom..., <unk> go to the bathroom..., while she says: <unk> let's go to the bathroom, <unk> go to the bathroom, while his wife says: <unk> how can we go to the bathroom, <unk>, <unk> go to the bathroom, <unk> woman, <unk> still unsatisfied, <unk> still unsatisfied, <unk> still, <unk> still uncertainly, <unk> I interpel the question the two of the two: <unk> woman, <unk> I want to interpel the following only <unk> lady, <unk> lady, <unk> want to talk with the next <unk> lady, <unk> woman, <unk> ... <unk> leave <unk> ... <unk> I want to be with the next <unk> woman, <unk> woman, <unk>, <unk> I want to suck, <unk> ... <unk> I want to suck ... <unk> ... <unk> ... <unk>, <unk> but <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> ... <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> <unk> We then went to the room making him sit on the bed and for the first time I drew in wonderment a man's pants, leaving him mad when I put the head of the dick right in his mouth trying to reach the throat as he always did, when I notice mom behind me removing my dick, saying, without anger or resentment, even with a certain affection: <unk>you want grandchildren?... now you will have to want everything..., your little stranger...<unk>, saying this in his underpants, watching me do what I had never done, sucking the lover's dick noticing that he was delighted with the situation always exclaiming the sweet scene of the hot mouth on the dick. As the desire to stick his dick inside my dick intensified enough, I doubted that he would be able to withstand it because the other dick was in the sweaty cavity by her side of the bed..., I was still saliving on the side of my dick, saying, without anger or resentment, even with a certain affection: <unk>you want grandchildren?... Now you'll have to want everything..., your little stranger...<unk>, saying this while lying in his dick in his underpants, watching me do what I had never done before, sucking the lover's dick into my dick into my dick. Never the relationship of the family members with Mom was the same from that afternoon, although I maliciously, about protests but always with the threat of telling Dad what he sees in the bathroom on my birthday, I have had other meetings at home with Raul, only interrupting our idyll, when we began to watch the withering and desolation take care of her, causing several hospitalizations in Institutions for nervous diseases, until when they learned of my relationship with the Butcher of the neighborhood, she rightly and Raul out of jealousy, certainly informed my father about the things I did, omitting what we did together, which resulted in my immediate internment in College outside the State, I never shared these events with anyone, however I am trying to remain anonymous, resolving to share my sexual burden by taking off my shoulders. <unk> <unk> <unk> I suggest reading the short story 002 - Performing the Butcher's Fantasies...