The mother having an affair at the private clinic

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I'm 17 years old, a sophomore in high school. I don't know when it started, but images from my childhood keep replaying in my mind—scenes of my mother having an affair with another man.

I've read many stories about mothers being cheated on, but none are as stimulating as witnessing it firsthand.

That night, I had a headache and felt nauseous. My mom took me to see a doctor she knew. When we arrived, it turned out to be a private clinic, already closed. The man in the white coat looked to be in his forties, with a buzz cut and a tall build. He was about to lock up and leave, but when he saw my mom, he greeted us very warmly.

After a simple examination, he said I just had a minor cold, nothing serious, and that some medicine would make me better.

Then he started chatting with my mom, talking about everyday things for a long time. I sat to the side the whole time, and I noticed that my mom often blushed when their eyes met.

I remember the doctor half-jokingly saying that my mother should come to his house that night to pick up her medicine, and that he wanted to treat her to milk or something. At the time, I only had a vague understanding of matters between men and women, and I was very confused about what he meant. I only remember my mother pretending to be angry and hitting him while laughing.

Later, he asked my mother to go into the inner room with him to get the medicine. My mother gave me the house key and told me to go home first, saying she would be back later, and that she still had to go shopping for clothes after getting the medicine.

However, I may have developed psychologically earlier than others, and I had seen my parents making love when I was little, so I always felt that my mother and the man's expressions were a bit strange, as if they were doing something they didn't want me to see.

I was more cautious, and I turned back halfway. I went to the door and listened closely. I could hear my mother and the man talking inside. I can't remember the details, but I remember my mother saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? Go to a hotel when you have time." The man said, "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, and I've been missing you a lot lately," and so on.

Then came the sounds of tables and chairs being moved, mixed with my mother's laughter and the rustling of clothes being taken off. I felt my blood rush to my head and wanted to listen closer. From their voices, I could tell they were clearly in the inner room. I don't know where I got the courage, but I tentatively turned the doorknob. To my surprise, the outer door wasn't closed and opened easily. I was startled, thinking they would definitely find me. But then I heard my mother say something like "You're so annoying" from inside, which calmed me down a little.

I've always been a bit timid, and I hesitated for a long time outside before finally deciding to tiptoe into the clinic. I thought that if they found me, I would just say I came back to find the keys.

There was only a white curtain between the inner and outer rooms. The outer room was dark, while the inner room was very bright. I quietly lifted the curtain a little and immediately felt like my blood had frozen. I already had a fever from a cold, and now my head felt like it was going to explode.

On the small but somewhat high white hospital bed, my mother lay naked on her back, a pillow under her lower body, her legs spread wide apart. She gripped the pillow with one hand and the sheet with the other, her face turned away from my view. The man, also naked, knelt between her legs, grasping his still unusually large, black penis, and thrusting it into the dark pubic hair between her thighs. He could have easily seen me if he'd just raised his head, though he might not have been able to, but I was still terrified. I dared not breathe loudly, and my hand gripping the curtain froze; I lost all ability to think or act.

I remember the man breathing heavily as his penis slowly disappeared beneath my mother's dark pubic hair. My mother inhaled, and though I couldn't see her expression, her grip on the sheet tightened suddenly. As his penis disappeared, the man lay down, propped himself up on his elbows, and began kissing her. My mother wrapped her arms around his neck, occasionally letting out soft moans.

They shared a passionate kiss, which now seems like that of a newlywed couple separated for a long time. Then the man whispered something in my mother's ear, which I couldn't quite hear or remember, something like "I can't wait, let's get this over with." But my mother's voice was clear, so I heard her clearly. She gasped, "You're so naughty, hurry up."

After saying that, he slightly lifted my mother's upper body, forcefully hugged her shoulders, and pressed her firmly onto the bed. Then he slammed his hips down hard, and the two bodies joined together slammed against the headboard. The man's head tilted back slightly, his brows furrowed, and both of them let out muffled groans. The bed slammed against the wall with a thud.

My mother gasped, "Be gentle, someone might hear us.

" The man didn't reply, showing no tenderness whatsoever. He silently held my mother tightly and moved violently back and forth, my mother's groans mingling with the thuds of the bed hitting the wall.

In the quiet night, I, naive and inexperienced at the time, was completely bewildered. I remember my mind going blank; after all, it was the first time I had ever witnessed a man and woman having sex. I had never even watched porn, and the person pinned beneath the tall man was my mother, whom I saw every day.

As the man moved rapidly, my mother's soft moans and simple gasps quickly turned into high-pitched pleas for mercy. She cried out in her dialect, "No, no, spare me, spare me, it feels so good, it feels so good..."

Although I had eavesdropped on my parents' lovemaking before, seeing and hearing it so clearly still left me speechless.

I don't know how much time passed, but the man's thrusting slowed down slightly. He supported himself with his arms, his lower body slowly pounding against my mother's pubic hair. My mother turned her head again, this time towards me. Although her eyes were closed, my heart still pounded wildly. I quickly pulled down the curtain and stood in the darkness for a while, until my heartbeat calmed down a bit.

I could hear my mother's moans and the man's heavy breathing from inside. They hadn't noticed me, so I dared to slightly lift the curtain again, this time getting a clearer view of their bodies.

My mother's slender arms were braced against the man's chest, her breasts swaying with his thrusts. His thick, dark penis was sometimes visible, sometimes hidden among her pubic hair. He would often thrust rapidly, then bend down and grab my mother's breasts with both hands. His expression would sometimes close his eyes, furrow his brow, and inhale, sometimes stare straight at my mother as if he wanted to devour her.

It felt like centuries had passed; I had lost all sense of time. The man's fierce movements and heavy breathing pulled me back to reality. He was on top of my mother again, holding her upper body. Her breasts were pressed against his body. This time, he wasn't moving back and forth, but pressing down on my mother, his hips thrusting up and down fiercely and rapidly, emitting low growls.

My mother screamed almost frantically. Lying beneath the man, she visibly arched her body slightly, desperately rubbing her lower body against him, inhaling cold breaths with a series of "hissing...ah...hissing...ah..." sounds, which eventually turned into short, sharp cries of "Ah! Ah!"

I didn't realize this was the prelude to orgasm and was terrified, worried that the man was going to hurt my mother, but I couldn't move.

With a final, strange cry, the man thrust hard, and both of them collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I was completely stunned by the scene, remaining frozen for a long time. Then I heard my mother say in a coquettish tone, "Get up, I have to go back."

The man remained silent, still on top of my mother. She pretended to be angry, kicking his feet and pushing his chest, before he slowly got up with a smile.

The moment the man withdrew his penis, I finally saw its full size more clearly, and to this day, I still think it was the largest penis I had ever seen in real life.

Actually, I didn't have a very strong impression of its size. Perhaps what my mother said played a significant role, because I clearly heard her say, "Yours is still this big."

My mother's words brought me back to my senses. I immediately walked out of the clinic, closing the door behind me. The sound of the door closing seemed uncontrollable, as my limbs were a bit out of control. However, my mother had no idea what I had seen.

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