Why My Mom and Dad Divorced
I didn’t feel good after watching Mom having sex with Richard and Joe. I felt sorry for Dad, but I also felt jealous and guilty. After seeing Mom naked for the first time, I couldn’t delete the pictures of her beautiful body from my mind. I went to a shopping mall and passed time until it was time to go home. Then I walked back and reached home at about 10 minutes to 7. I pressed the doorbell switch, and it rang this time.
Mom opened the door with a smile on her face. “Hello, beta!” she said.
She looked stunning, dressed in a medium blue-coloured saree. “Hi, Mom!” I said, acting like nothing had happened as I entered the house.
“Uncle and Aunty left just now,” she said.
“Whatever,” I said and sat on the bench near the door.
“You look upset? Are you okay?” Mom asked, sensing my mood with her motherly instinct.
“Just tired, Mom,” I said, removing my shoes.
“Okay. Freshen up and come. I made samosas and sweets,” Mom said and moved away.
I put my shoes in the shoe rack and looked at her back as she walked to the kitchen. Her large bottom looked amazing, covered by the saree that looked more like a decoration for her shapely big buttocks.
I went to my bedroom, removed my clothes and wore a t-shirt and shorts. I went to the attached bathroom and quickly freshened up, trying to figure out the best way to confront Mom.
After a few minutes, I went to the living room and saw Mom sitting on the couch. She smiled and said, “I’ll bring snacks for you.”
“Mom, I’m not hungry,” I said.
Mom looked at me as if something was wrong with me.
“Mom, I just want to talk with you,” I said.
She looked at me curiously for a moment and asked, “Everything okay?”
I sat on the side of the couch she was sitting on and said, “I want to talk about you and Dad.”
She smirked and said, “Hmm… okay.”
“Mom, why did you divorce Dad?” I asked her.
She shrugged and said, “It wasn’t working out.”
“Mom…why wasn’t it working out?” I asked, hoping she would be honest with me.
“I don’t know, beta. I’m not sure if you are ready to know the details,” she said.
“I’m 21, Mom,” I said, suddenly feeling very conscious of my boner. Her beauty and her feminine smell had turned me on. Knowing she had a sexy body beneath her clothes made it difficult for me to look away from her.
Mom smiled and said, “It’s complicated.”
“Mom, please…just tell me what went wrong?” I asked, starting to get frustrated.
“Beta, we couldn’t get along anymore. We had irreconcilable differences,” she said, and smiled as if attempting to lighten my mood.
I looked at her, wondering how to make her open up to me. I tried a different approach. “Why do you call Dad a looser?” I asked.
Mom shrugged and said, “I just said that in anger. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I’ve heard him call you a bitch,” I said. “Did he mean it?” I asked.
“I don’t know. He could’ve just said that in anger. Don’t take it seriously. Just focus on your studies,” Mom said and laughed softly.
I waited for her to stop laughing and pulled out my phone from my pocket. I played the video I had recorded earlier and showed the phone screen to her. I asked, “Is this why Dad calls you a bitch?”
Mom wasn’t smiling anymore. Guilt, shame, and sadness, along with a caught-off-guard expression, were written on her face. Tears filled her eyes. She pulled out tissue papers from the table and wiped the tears. She looked at me and asked, “Are you spying on me?”
“Practicals was cancelled. I came home early,” I said.
She stared at me for a few seconds. I didn’t look away expecting answers.
“Your dad and Julia are living together,” she said.
“Richard’s wife… Julia?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Why?!” I asked, confused.
“Richard found out about his wife’s affair with your dad and came to me to talk about it. We confronted them. They claimed to be in love. So, Richard came up with the idea of having revenge sex to make them jealous and break their relationship.”
“What the fuck!” I said, finding it hard to believe.
“Beta…don’t use that word,” Mom said.
“But Mom, what were you doing with Joe? He’s not even twenty years old,” I said.
“It was Richard’s idea,” Mom said, calmly.
Frustrated and angry, I said, “You don’t have to do everything he tells you to do.”
“I don’t do everything he tells me to do,” Mom said and looked at me for a moment. Then she said, “He told me to have sexual intercourse with Joe. I refused because Joe is like a son to me.”
“Mom, you allowed Joe to suck your nipples! I am your son, but I don’t get to do that.”
“Beta! Joe’s mom is living with your dad. I had to make it up to Joe because your dad took his mother away from him,” Mom said, justifying her actions.
“Why did you suck his dick, Mom?” I asked, frustrated with her answers.
Mom looked at me with guilt and sadness in her eyes before she said, “He was disappointed when I refused to let him have intercourse with me. I had to console him.”
“I saw his face buried between your ass!” I growled with anger. “Why did you let him do that to you?”
“Beta, take it easy. He’s just a boy who misses his mom,” she said, nonchalantly.
“His mother wouldn’t have allowed him to do that to her,” I said, hoping I had cornered her into admitting her mistakes.
“His mom allowed him to do that, beta,” she said.
“How do you know?” I asked, thinking Joe would have lied to her.
She shrugged. “He showed me a video of him doing it to his Mom.”
I shook my head. “How could you, Mom? How could you do this to Dad? He took care of us…he took care of you,” I said, hoping she would realise her mistake.
“Beta…your dad didn’t take care of me. I took care of him,” she said with a sarcastic chuckle.
I gazed at her, expecting her to elaborate.
“I didn’t want you to know the truth about your dad, but now I have to tell you because you think I’m a bitch and your dad is a saint,” she said.
I was happy she was finally ready to tell me the truth.
“What I’m about to say may shock you. If you don’t want to hear any more, just tell me to stop,” she said with a smile. Then she asked, “Okay?”
“Okay, Mom!” I said, thinking nothing can shock me anymore.
Mom nodded, then she started. “I wasn’t well-educated enough to get a good job, and your dad couldn’t keep any job for more than a few months. We struggled financially. He wanted to work as a gigolo, but I was against it. I tried to make him understand my point of view, asking him if he could accept it if I worked as a sex worker. I expected him to say he couldn’t, but instead, he suggested we both should work as escorts. I was shocked, but he was serious about the idea. He pressured me to become an escort, which led to many arguments. Eventually, under lot of pressure, I gave in and agreed. I became a sex worker and made a lot of money, but our marriage began to fall apart when your dad fell in love with Julia.” She looked at me and sighed. “Do you understand why I call your dad a loser?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Mom. It’s hard to believe!” I said.
She pursed her lips. “You think your dad is good and I am bad because you watched me having sex. I’ll play a video for you. Watch it and tell me what you think about it.”
I nodded and shrugged, curiously.
Mom took her phone, swiped and tapped the screen for a few minutes. Then she said, “Watch,” and looked at the TV.
I looked at the TV. Mom had cast a video from her phone to the TV. The video showed a woman standing in a kitchen. A man goes behind her and puts his arms around her waist. I recognised him immediately and took a good look at the woman. It was Joe’s mom and my dad. Dad makes Julia bend over on the countertop, lifts her skirt and starts fucking her. It was hard to watch. I turned and looked at Mom.
“Shocked?” Mom asked.
I nodded, swallowing the disappointment with Dad. I couldn’t process what I had just seen.
“Now, do you understand why I call him a looser?” she asked.
“But Mom, you were also doing the same thing with Richard and Joe,” I said.
Mom smirked, looking confused. “You still don’t understand. Your dad forced me to have sex with other men for money,” she said. “I only had revenge sex with Richard after your dad, ran away with Richard’s wife.”
I was quiet. I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t believe me?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know what to believe, Mom,” I said, confused.
Mom was quiet for a moment, then she said, “You are right. I shouldn’t have let Joe suck my nipples. You are my son, but I’ve not let you do it after I stopped breastfeeding you.”
“Yeah, Mom. He has no right to suck your nipples, and you shouldn’t have sucked his dick,” I said, with jealousy.
“Sorry, beta,” Mom said, giving me a comforting smile. “Come close to me,” she said.
I moved close to Mom and sat with her. She turned towards me and cupped my cheeks the way she always did. “I know you’ve been taking my panties and masturbating with them,” she said.
I was shocked, and my heart started racing faster.
“Don’t be afraid. I know you are not a little boy anymore. But you are not a saint like you dad to judge me,” she said sarcastically.
“Sorry Mom,” I said, feeling guilty.
“It’s okay, but just try to understand me. I became a sex worker to take care of you. I didn’t run away with someone like your dad and abandon you,” she said. Then she asked, “Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes Mom,” I said.
“I don’t have breast milk anymore,” she said and lowered her hands. Then she began unhooking the hooks of her blouse.
I watched with excitement as she removed her blouse and bra. When her boobs were bare, she looked at me and smiled. “Lie down and keep your head on my lap. You can suck as long as you want,” she said.
I quickly lay down on the couch and kept my head on her lap. Mom told me to open my mouth. Then she put one nipple into my mouth. I sucked her nipple and played with her boobs. Mom put one hand into my shorts and grabbed my cock and balls. She massaged my genitals as I sucked her nipple.
I couldn’t believe I had been suddenly transported to heaven. But I remembered Mom telling Joe that he can’t have sexual intercourse with her because he was like her son. I stopped sucking and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom, Mom.”
She smiled. “Good idea, beta” she said.
We got down from the couch and went to Mom’s bedroom.
In the bedroom, Mom lifted her saree and petticoat, removed her panties and stepped up on the bed. She lay on her back, bent her legs, and spread them apart.
I quickly removed my clothes and climbed the bed. I knelt between her legs and saw the most beautiful view I’d ever seen. I wanted to suck her vagina dry, but I didn’t want to delay penetrating her. So, I quickly lay on top of her and tried to thrust my cock into her pussy, but in my haste, I couldn’t aim it right. Luckily Mom caught my cock and kept the tip in the slit of her pussy lips. I pushed my cock fully into Mom’s pussy and lay on top of her.
Mom’s face looked very pretty from close-up. I kissed her lips for the first time, and she responded well. We kissed passionately as I began thrusting my cock into her vagina. Then, when I couldn’t control myself anymore, I stopped kissing and fucked faster until I ejaculated within a few minutes. It was an amazing experience.
After the first time I had sex with Mom, we had sex very frequently. I gained the experience to satisfy Mom almost every time we had sex. I usually let her ride on me and climax before I fucked her in any position I wanted.
After a few months, I found out that Mom was a highly paid escort. I respected her for doing her best to take care of me as a single mom. She introduced me to her friends who were also sex workers. Some of them were young and some were MILF, but most of them were happy to let me fuck them for free. Regardless of how many women I have sex with, I will always have a special place in my heart for my Mom because of the sacrifices she made to raise me and satisfy all my needs.