Living With Mom

[Erotica_King]

Chapter 2: Dominic's Day


The dull glow of streetlights filtered through the blinds, casting eerie shadows on the living room walls as the front door creaked open. Weary from a long night, Mom stumbled in, accompanied by a tall, dark-skinned man with dreadlocks that fell past his shoulders.



"Hey, kiddo," she slurred, her eyes bloodshot and half-closed. "Meet my new friend, Dominic." She leaned in closer, her breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. A sly grin spread across her face. "He's a musician from Jamaica."



"Nice to meet you, mon," Dominic said, offering his large hand for a shake. His deep voice resonated through the room, filling it with an air of sensuality.



"Likewise," I replied, taking his hand hesitantly. Their laughter echoed strangely in the dim room as they settled onto the couch.



"Let's have a little smoke before we head to bed, yeah?" Mom suggested, reaching into her purse and pulling out a joint. The smell of marijuana soon filled the air, weaving its way around the room like tendrils of smoke. I watched them, wondering how their night had gone and what had led them here.



"Give me a moment, babe," Mom said as she rose to her feet, swaying slightly. "I'll be right back." Disappearing down the hallway, she returned moments later dressed in a casual, skimpy teddy that left little to the imagination. Dominic's eyes widened, his gaze traveling along the curves of her body.



"Damn, girl," he said, licking his lips. "You lookin' fine."



"Thank you," she purred, sauntering back towards him. The sight of her in such revealing attire made me uncomfortable, but I couldn't deny the electric chemistry between them.



As they continued to smoke and flirt, my mind raced with thoughts. Mom had always been adventurous, but this was a new level of spontaneity. And Dominic, though charming and undeniably attractive, was still a stranger she had only met hours earlier. Yet, here they were, acting as if they'd known each other for years.



"Alright," Mom announced, stubbing out the joint in an ashtray. "Time for bed." She took Dominic's hand, leading him down the hallway to her bedroom.



"Goodnight, kiddo," she called over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief.



"Goodnight," I replied, my head spinning from the sudden whirlwind of events. As their laughter and whispered words continued behind closed doors, I couldn't help but wonder what the night held for them and how it would impact our lives moving forward.







I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and unease as I listened to the muffled sounds coming from behind my mom's bedroom door. It was one thing to see her flirting with Dominic out in the open, but knowing they were locked away together made me wonder what exactly was happening between them.



As I paced the hallway, trying to shake off my intrusive thoughts, I noticed a small hole near the door frame. It had never caught my eye before, but now it seemed to beckon me, promising a glimpse into the forbidden world just beyond the door. With a hesitant glance around to make sure I was still alone, I leaned in and peered through the opening.



"Damn, you're even more beautiful up close," Dominic murmured, his hands eagerly exploring my mom's body as he undressed her with a feverish intensity. I watched in disbelief as she willingly surrendered to his touch, her eyes filled with a hungry desire that I'd never seen before.



"Kiss me," she whispered, pulling Dominic's face down to meet hers. Their lips crashed together, their passion evident in every movement. As they continued to kiss, Mom's breasts bounced in time with their rhythm, their bodies swaying back and forth like dancers in an erotic tango.



"Is this what you want?" Dominic asked breathlessly, pulling away just long enough to look into her eyes.



"More than anything," she replied, her voice thick with need. "Show me everything."



My heart raced as I took in the scene unfolding before me, torn between fascination and guilt at invading their privacy. And yet, the pull of the moment was too strong to resist; I couldn't tear myself away from the raw, unfiltered passion that was playing out in front of me. It was as if I had been given a backstage pass to a world I was never meant to see, and I was powerless to look away.







The sight of Dominic's muscular hands gripping my mom's hair firmly as he guided his throbbing cock into her eager mouth filled me with a mixture of shock and envy. Their heavy breathing and moans echoed through the room, creating an erotic symphony that was impossible to ignore.



"Take it all," he commanded gruffly, his intense gaze locked onto hers. Mom complied without hesitation, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled to accommodate his length. It was clear from Dominic's expression that he was enjoying every second of this, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever experience such pleasure myself.



"Are you ready?" Dominic asked, tension building in his voice as his thrusts grew more forceful. He didn't wait for a response before releasing himself onto her face, causing her to giggle unexpectedly.



"Such a naughty girl," Dominic teased, his tone a mixture of admiration and lust. Mom simply smiled, running her tongue along his still-hard shaft, savoring the taste like a fine wine.



"Seems like you're ready for more," she purred, her own arousal evident in every word. Dominic grinned, his eyes sweeping over her body like a predator sizing up its prey.



"Face down, ass up," he instructed, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he turned her onto her stomach. My heart raced as I watched him position himself behind her, searching for the perfect angle to enter her once more.



"Please, be gentle," she whispered, her vulnerability making her seem all the more enticing. Little did she know, I was witnessing everything, unable to tear myself away from the intoxicating scene unfolding before me.







The image of Dominic's muscular body poised above my mother, a wicked glint in his eyes, was seared into my mind as I continued to watch through the hole by the door. Dominic seemed to be enjoying every second of it, and my heart raced with a mixture of shock and fascination.



"Please, Dominic, not there," Mom whimpered, her voice strained with fear and desire. "Oh God, not in my anus... I can't handle that."



"Relax, baby," Dominic whispered seductively, running a hand along her back to soothe her nerves. "Trust me, you'll love it."



I could see the trepidation on my mother's face, but she nodded hesitantly, giving him permission to continue. My stomach churned with conflicting emotions, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me.



"Remember to breathe," Dominic instructed, his fingers gently circling her tight entrance before starting to push inside. Despite her reluctance, my mother obeyed his command, taking slow, deep breaths as he began to enter her forbidden hole.



"Ah! No, please!" Mom cried out, her hands clutching at the bed sheets as pain mixed with pleasure coursed through her body. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to fuel Dominic's passion, urging him to push deeper and harder.



"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with arousal. "Take it all. I know you can handle it."



As I watched, torn between horror and fascination, my mother's cries slowly morphed from pain to pleasure. Tears glistened in her eyes, but her moans grew louder, more insistent, until they filled the room with their carnal intensity.



"Close now," Dominic grunted, his face contorted with ecstasy as he pounded into her without mercy. "Gonna come again, baby, you ready?"



"Y-yes," Mom gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as she braced herself for his climax. In one final, powerful thrust, Dominic unleashed himself deep inside her, his groans of satisfaction echoing in the small room.



As they both lay there, panting and exhausted, I felt a strange cocktail of conflicting emotions – shock, curiosity, and an undeniable arousal that left me feeling more confused than ever.







My heart raced as I continued to watch through the tiny hole in the door, unable to tear my eyes away from the sordid scene unfolding before me. After a brief respite, Mom and Dominic began to kiss passionately once more, their hands greedily exploring each other's sweat-slicked bodies.



"Damn, woman," Dominic growled, his thick Jamaican accent making every word sound like a command. "You got me hard again already." His fingers traced the curve of her hip, lingering at the top of her thigh.



"Then what are you waiting for?" Mom asked, her voice sultry and inviting. The pain from before seemed to have been replaced by an insatiable hunger for more.



As Dominic positioned himself between her legs, Mom reached down to guide him inside her. He didn't hesitate, plunging into her with a force that made her gasp. The bed shook violently beneath them as he thrust into her with animalistic fervor. Watching this raw display of passion, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of shock and arousal, while questioning my own morality for witnessing such an intimate moment.



"Fuck, you're amazing," Dominic panted, his face flush with exertion. Mom could only respond with guttural moans, her body writhing beneath him as she surrendered herself to his powerful advances.



"Harder," she begged, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that left no room for argument. Dominic obliged, gripping her hips tightly as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Each impact sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, echoing in the room as she groaned like a sacrificial goat.



"Are you ready for this, baby?" Dominic grunted, sweat dripping from his brow. Mom nodded weakly, her body trembling with anticipation.



"Come on my face," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding.



With a primal roar, Dominic pulled out just in time to release his final torrent of ecstasy, spraying it all over Mom's face. Her eyes fluttered closed as she accepted her lover's offering, the warm liquid dripping down her cheeks and chin.



"Clean me up," he commanded, his voice thick with satisfaction. Without hesitation, Mom leaned forward and took him into her mouth, licking him clean with an eager dedication that seemed to defy her earlier reluctance.



As I continued to watch, my body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal, I couldn't help but wonder what my life had become. What kind of person was I for taking pleasure in witnessing my own mother's debauchery? And what would happen if they ever discovered my voyeuristic secret?