"Mom... I'm going to Rose's house," I said while walking to the main door.
"Okay... don't be late, sweetie," Mom answered from her room. She already knew I was dating Rose. When I first told her, she didn't even look shocked, like she saw it coming since we were kids and always stuck together.
I quickly put on my shoes and left.
Five minutes later I was standing in front of Rose's house. Same size as ours, nothing fancy, just one block away. That's why we were in and out of each other's places all the time.
'Why has she been ghosting me for?' I thought, heart already beating a little faster.
I pressed the doorbell... nothing.
"Still broken like always." I raised my hand to knock, then remembered Rose once told me they hide a spare key under one of the flower pots by the door.
She told me that years ago because she trusted me. Her family only had three people: Rose, Uncle Jack, and Aunt Marie. Since I came over so much, even Aunt Marie said it was fine if I let myself in.
'Hehe, maybe I'll surprise her.'
I checked every pot, found the key, and opened the door quietly.
Inside it was kinda dark. All curtains closed, no lights on. Smelled like... something sweaty and sweet mixed together. My nose twitched.
"Hello? Rose? Aunt Marie?" I called softly. No answer.
'Guess nobody's home... bad timing,' I thought and started turning back.
Then... a sound from upstairs.
"Ah!"
My whole body froze. It wasn't a normal voice. It was... breathy. Wet. Like someone trying to hold in a moan but failing.
My heart started pounding hard. I slowly walked up the stairs, each step creaking under me.
"Ah... ahh!" Louder now. Definitely a woman.
'It can't be Rose... right?' My brain was screaming at me to leave, but my legs kept moving on their own.
'Maybe she's just watching some movie or something,' I lied to myself, standing in front of her bedroom door.
I pushed it open slowly... empty. Bed made, nobody there. I let out a shaky breath and closed it again.
'Wait... if it wasn't Rose's room...' My eyes went to the door right next to it. Uncle Jack and Aunt Marie's bedroom.
'Uncle Jack is home? They're doing it in the middle of the day?!' My face burned red. I knew I should run, this was so wrong.
I turned to leave... but then another moan floated out, louder, needier.
"Ahh... ahhh..."
My feet stopped. My dick twitched in my pants even though I felt sick.
'Just... just one tiny peek. They won't know.'
I tiptoed to their door. It was already open a little, like two fingers wide. I pushed the door just enough to see inside without making noise.
There they were, right in front of me.
Aunt Marie was riding Uncle Jack facing the door, legs spread wide over his hips. She was completely naked, sweat shining all over her thick, curvy body. Her huge tits, way bigger than I ever imagined, bounced heavy up and down, nipples hard and dark pink, shaking like jelly every time she slammed her ass down. Her belly had that soft mommy pouch that jiggled a little, and her wide hips rolled like she couldn't stop herself. Thick thighs trembling, pussy lips puffy and red, stretched tight around the fat cock sliding in and out with loud wet sounds.
Plap~ plap~ plap~ plap~
Her juices ran down the shaft, dripping onto the sheets, making everything shiny and sticky. The room smelled strong, sweaty pussy and sex, so thick it made my head dizzy.
I never saw Mom naked, but I sometimes caught glimpses when she bent over or wore tight clothes... and damn, Aunt Marie looked just as hot, maybe even hotter. Same soft curves, same big tits that probably feel heavy in your hands, same thick ass that wobbles when she walks. My face burned thinking that. I felt dirty, but my dick was so hard it hurt.
Aunt Marie threw her head back, sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks, and moaned loud,
"Ahh... ahh... its... its... too... big"
She grabbed her own tits, squeezing them hard, milk-white skin turning red under her fingers. Her hips moved faster, ass cheeks clapping against his thighs.
"Mmm... yes... ahh... ahh... I'm cumming!"
Her whole body started shaking, thighs clamping tight, pussy squirting a little as she screamed. Uncle Jack grunted under her, hands digging into her hips, and thrust up hard a few times.
plap~ plap~ plap~
Then groaned deep.
I saw his cock twitch inside her, pumping cum deep. Aunt Marie collapsed forward, panting, tits smooshed against his chest, body still twitching.
Then he laughed, low and mean, and shoved her off like she was nothing. She flopped to the side limp, legs still spread, thick cum leaking slow and white from her swollen pussy, dripping onto the bed.
That laugh... I knew that laugh. He sat up, sweaty muscles flexing. I couldn't see before because of Aunt Marie but now I saw him, tanned skin, toned muscles and blonde hairs. It was none other than...
Mike.
The same asshole who beat me up in the school a few weeks ago, and fractured my hand.
My stomach dropped to the floor. Blood rushed in my ears. I couldn't breathe.
'aunt Marie is having affair with that asshole' that's the only thought that ran though my brain.
I turned and ran, legs almost giving out on the stairs, heart hammering so hard I thought I'd puke. Closed the front door behind me and just kept running, head spinning, dick still stupidly hard in my pants, tears burning my eyes.
What the fuck just happened...
To be continued...