Mother's groans

My name is Sen, and I'm the eldest son in my family. When I was very young, I went to South America with my parents. We lived
in a large hotel-like place with many different families, each family sharing a room. I grew up in a cramped environment because the rooms were small and poorly soundproofed. At night, I could faintly hear moaning sounds, like babbling in one's sleep. Suddenly, the whole hotel was filled with lewd noises, but they weren't very clear, and I didn't pay much attention to them. That continued until we moved to a new house. At that time, I started sleeping in separate rooms from my parents. Although I slept separately from them , I would occasionally sleep with them. Then, I would hear those "moaning" sounds again. I remember once asking my mom, "Mom, why do I feel like I hear you making noises at night?" My mom glanced at my dad with a sly smile and said to me, "No way! You must have misheard. Are you dreaming?" That's how my mom brushed it off. At that age, I was going through puberty, which is what every boy goes through. Because of puberty, I started paying attention to things related to sex, like the condoms and lubricants my parents used. But it was all just curiosity. I remember once I found a bunch of condoms in a drawer, and out of curiosity, I took one from the drawer and asked my mom, "What's this?" I noticed Mom glance at Dad with a sly smile and then said to me, "Um...it's nothing...put it back." But how could my curiosity be satisfied with just that answer?! So I decided to secretly take a condom to the bathroom one day, open it, and although I didn't know what for, I instinctively looked at it and then flushed it down the toilet to cover my tracks. How could a little kid like me realize that the sex I was looking for was right beside me?! This is what they call being so close so far away! It wasn't until we moved to a new house, when I was 14 or 15, that my understanding of sex gradually because of my classmates, friends, and my sex education teacher: the computer! I've been learning more and more. Most of it comes from my friends and classmates. If I don't understand something, I look it up online, even more diligently than when doing homework. I remember the first time I came across erotic novels. At first, I only read fantasy or martial arts adaptations , but after a while, I found it no longer exciting. Then one day, I read a fantasy novel about incest between a mother and son. I don't remember the title or the plot of that novel very well, and it didn't have much explicit sex, but it changed my life forever... From then on, I started reading incest novels, and like most incest novels , I started paying attention to my mother. I noticed that although my mother was 37 years old at the time and a mother of four, she didn't experience the typical postpartum weight gain; at most, she only had some stretch marks, and her figure was still very slim. Most importantly, her face was baby-faced—small, yet slightly pointed, an oval shape. And most importantly, time seemed to have left no trace on her face , which is why I began to be infatuated with her. From then on, I started reading incestuous novels about mothers and sons, imitating them and doing things that society considered dirty and shameful. I started secretly watching my mother shower. There was a gap between the bathroom door and the ventilation window, about the width of a finger—not very big, just a tiny gap. Once, I couldn't resist the urge to peep at my mother while she showered, just like in the novels. So I tiptoed to up on a chair, and a narrow gap revealed her beautiful figure. My heart pounded. I saw my mother showering, completely naked. At first, I could only see her back, which was as white as jade. Water streamed down her back, but unfortunately, due to the angle, I could only see her waist, not her buttocks. I really wanted to touch it… That was my first reaction upon seeing my naked mother. But beautiful moments are always fleeting. My mother finished showering quickly, actually after 15 minutes, and started getting dressed. Just then, I saw my mother's beautiful breasts again! They were round and full , probably a C cup (I'm not very good at judging by that, but with a man's intuition, I think it was a C cup). On those peaks stood two small brown nipples. Yes, since my mother was a mother of four, it would be strange if her nipples were still pink. My head spun for a second… and then I immediately scrambled down, put the chair back in its place, and rushed to my room. My mother had already put on her pink bra. Once on the bed, my penis was bulging to its limit. I started masturbating, fantasizing about my mother's body and those beautiful breasts... My happiest moments were when my mother took a bath. One night, I couldn't sleep because it was too hot, so I got up to take a shower. As I passed my parents' room, I noticed the door was open, but it was dark inside and I couldn't see anything. I thought it was probably because it was too hot, so I didn't pay much attention. Just then! I heard a moan! It was the sound I'd heard since I was a child! And how could I not recognize that sound after reading so many erotic novels? I hurriedly approached the door to see if I could hear it more clearly. Yes! I heard my mother moaning! They seemed to have just started, and Mom seemed to think we were all asleep, so she was moaning quite loudly. Hearing those moans, my penis instantly became erect, but suddenly an idea struck me. I quickly grabbed my MP3 player and discreetly slipped it into a laundry bin to secretly record this rare and beautiful moment. Then I continued listening to Mom's moans, the soft, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes rapid , sometimes short and quick. I remember my dad was playing the Japanese version of "Wild Rose" from the movie "Cape No. 7," and just as the song reached its chorus, Mom's moans started to rise higher. "Oh... um... hmph... um... yo... oh... um... hmph um... um... um..." Her ethereal moans almost made me ejaculate.

I immediately ran to my room and lay down on the bed, overwhelmed with guilt.
The sound of my mother's moans during her orgasm kept echoing in my mind, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. Miraculously, I didn't
masturbate .

The next day, when my parents weren't in the room, I took out my MP3 player and listened to it. As I listened, I got an erection again, and
I started masturbating. When my mother orgasmed, I ejaculated too. It was the first time
I had ever heard ; it was like a celestial song. My mother's moans at that moment
were indescribable.

This has led me to limit myself to watching mostly adult films featuring married couples or lovers, because
most of are fake, lacking the realism of my mother's. Only self-shot or secretly filmed videos attract
me. Later, I saved up money to buy a tape recorder because MP3s don't record very clearly.

I started paying attention to my parents' unusual behavior and then put the tape recorder on their bedside
table so I could secretly record their lovemaking. Only this method could guarantee that I wouldn't make a mistake,
because it's impossible to hear it as clearly every time as the first time. And because my parents kept the door closed properly when they were doing it
, I ended up being the one with ears behind the wall.

(Next to my parents' room was the living room, separated by a wooden wall. The
planks were hollow, so when I eavesdropped, I could faintly hear my mother's moans, but they weren't very clear.
They were only louder when she had an orgasm.)

And so, I began to release my desires through my mother's worn sexy underwear. Her underwear
often had a very pungent smell, belonging to the more extreme category. Many times I would find semen stains, and I would
fantasize that my mother was so sexy! She had kept Dad's semen soaking in her vagina for so long, or maybe Dad ejaculated
too much. Even though she had wiped it off, there must have been some residue left. It took a whole day for the semen
to flow out from deep inside her...

Later, I would also find wads of paper in the trash can in my parents' room. Many times, I picked up
the wetter wad; it was undoubtedly the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina. Mom was leaking so much! I
picked it up and smelled it. It had a faint, slightly salty smell, not unpleasant, unlike the heavy
stench of Mom's underwear. Most importantly, the smell aroused my animalistic instincts. I couldn't help but masturbate and ejaculate
on the wad of paper used to wipe the vaginal fluid flowing from Mom's vagina.

I regret that I've never seen my parents having sex. But I did see it twice by chance!

The first time, it wasn't very clear. It was late at night, and I got up to
pee . As I passed my parents' room, I noticed the light was on. I knew something was up, so I
approached the door. (My parents' door has individual panes of clear glass, and they put up paper to prevent peeping,
but it was old and worn, making it easy to see inside. Although the holes weren't very big,
they were enough for me.)

However, because the wardrobe in my parents' room completely blocked the view of the bed, I couldn't see much.
But I was lucky that time because they were already at the edge of the bed! From this angle, I could see Mom's
head to her shoulders, and Dad was on top of her. Dad put Mom's feet on his shoulders, grabbed her
ankles , and started thrusting hard. Mom's two pink feet were kicking in the air, and her whole body
was twisting and turning. From outside the door, I could hear the creaking of the bed from Dad's vigorous thrusting, and
Mom's moans. "

Hmm...hmm...flash! Flash!...faster...hmm...oh...oh
...hmm...so good...faster...hmm...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm...hmm..."

I had just caught Mom at her climax. This time, I didn't leave immediately. I stayed behind to
see if Mom was wearing sexy lingerie or lingerie (because I had previously searched my parents' room to see if Mom had
sexy lingerie and panties). About five minutes later, I saw Mom get out of bed wearing black lingerie.
I was a little stunned, but I immediately realized she seemed to have seen a figure outside the door. I immediately ran to
my room and pretended to be asleep. Not long after, Dad came to check on us.

After that incident, Dad put new paper over the glass surfaces, and Mom and Dad started sleeping in separate rooms
. My opportunities to eavesdrop decreased. Most importantly, I didn't know which room to put the tape recorder I bought
.

But I saw it again on another occasion. That night, my mother deliberately
took a shower in the bathroom next to my father's room. That bathroom had a door leading to my father's room, and the
ventilation window and door of that bathroom also had a crack. That was the first time I saw my mother's whole body. Her buttocks
were slightly upturned, full and elastic, and her typical woman's breasts were swollen and ready to burst, while her lower abdomen was
flat and without an ounce of fat.

My mother's whole body was as white as jade, and her pubic hair was sparse, dotted with countless glistening water droplets,
exuding a lewd aura. Her long, black hair was tied back, and her beautiful face was absolutely stunning. By
then , Mom had finished showering. She put on a sexy pink lingerie and walked into Dad's room.
I moved to a different spot because the ventilation window was open, so I could see
the side of Dad's bed from the right side of the opening.

Mom walked to Dad's bed with a flirtatious giggle. Dad was looking at Mom with a lewd expression.
Then he eagerly pulled Mom onto the bed and started kissing her. Dad's mouth
moved back and forth on Mom's neck and ears, and Mom kept moaning "Oh...oh...um...um..." as if she was in pain
but also wanted Dad to do this. Dad's lips moved downwards, reaching Mom's breasts. While
kissing one breast, his other hand grasped her other breast, his large hand completely enveloping her
nipple.

His assault seemed relentless; he then moved down to Mom's lower body, and Mom's cries grew more
intense. At this moment, Dad's lips stopped between Mom's legs, and he extended his tongue,
licking between her thighs.

Suddenly, Mom's reaction became even more intense; she moaned repeatedly, "Mmm...mmm...ah...so
good..." Her hands gripped Dad's head, forcefully shoving it between her legs. Her legs were naturally spread wide,
raised , to accommodate Dad's head.

Suddenly, Dad straddled Mom's face, shoving his penis into her mouth
while his mouth remained between her legs, sucking and licking, making soft "slurp...slurp...slurp..."
sounds. Mom, startled by this sudden intrusion, moaned "Oh...woo...oh...um," and the room
fell silent.

Dad's large penis pumped in and out of Mom's mouth for nearly five minutes before they reluctantly
separated. As soon as they lay down, Dad immediately climbed on top of Mom and kissed her passionately.

His hands were also busy, caressing Mom's body. At this moment, Dad removed his hand, and his large penis
thrust suddenly between Mom's wide-open legs, aiming for her vagina. Mom, jolted by the thrust,
seemed to vibrate, and she cried out.

"Ouch...gently...gently...you're so impatient...can't hold back...? ...
Oh...it's all in...so...good...so good...oh...oh...um...um
..."

Dad's large penis moved in and out of Mom's vagina repeatedly, sometimes even
circling , bringing Mom to a climax. Mom moaned, "I really want to swallow the whole thing with my vagina
...um...humph..."

"Want to swallow the whole thing?" Dad asked, touching Mom's breasts.

"Um...!" "Eat the whole thing...mmm..." Then Mom rolled over onto Dad, becoming
woman-on-top.

"Oh...ooh...oh...oh...mmm...mmm...yo...mmm...so exciting
...mmm...mmm...eat the whole thing...mmm...mmm...mmm...put the whole thing
inside ...ohmm...ohmm...mmm..." Mom was completely unrestrained, constantly performing a horse-riding dance.

Dad enjoyed touching and licking Mom's bouncing breasts. Then Mom's voice became higher and higher.

"Mmm...mmm...faster...faster...mmm...oh...oh...mmm...so good
...faster...mmm...mmm...mmmmm!!" "...Mmm..."

The mother, still climaxing, didn't get a moment's rest. The father flipped her over, pinning her beneath him,
and placed her legs on his shoulders before thrusting into her forcefully. Her legs swayed wildly
in the air. (I later developed a particular fondness for this position.)

"Oh...oh...it's so deep...it's all in...oh...oh
...oh...mmm...mmm...all...in...it...so...comfortable...oh...
oh...my pussy...so good...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...
I can't take it anymore...yoyo..."

And so, the father ejaculated inside the mother's cunt. And I ejaculated along with him. I immediately climbed
down , not wanting to be discovered by my mother like last time (after all, they could
see my head if they looked to their left).

After that, I never had the chance to see it again, but I continued to secretly record them
having sex .

My mother's moans had become an addiction.

PS: This article is about why I became obsessed with my mother's moans. The story is true,
without any fiction. My name is actually my pseudonym, and my mother's moans cannot be described in words,
so I reluctantly wrote down the parts about my mother's moans while listening to the recordings I made of my parents having sex. It's not something I made up.

Sorry… This is my first time writing, so my writing isn't very good. I often run out of words and can't describe the scene
well enough, especially since I grew up abroad.

My name is Sen, and I'm the eldest son in my family. When I was very young, I went to South America with my parents. We
lived in a place similar to a large hotel with many different families, each family sharing a room
. I grew up in a cramped environment because the rooms were small and poorly soundproofed. At night
, I could faintly hear moaning sounds. Like babbling in one's sleep, the whole hotel would suddenly be filled with
lewd noises, but they weren't very clear, and I didn't pay much attention to them.

That continued until we moved to a new house. But then my parents and I started sleeping in separate rooms. Although I slept in a separate room from
my parents , I would occasionally sleep with them. Then I would hear those "groaning"

sounds I'd heard as a child. I remember once asking my mother, "Mom, why do I feel like I hear you making those noises at night?"

My mother glanced at my father with a sly smile and said to me, "No way! You must have misheard. Are you
dreaming?"

That's how my mother brushed it off. At that age, I was going through puberty, which is what every boy goes
through. Because of puberty, I started paying attention to things related to sex, like
the condoms and lubricants my parents used. But it was all just curiosity. I remember once
finding a bunch of condoms in a drawer. Curious, I grabbed one and asked my
mom, "What's this?"

She glanced at my dad with a sly smile and said, "Um...nothing...put
it back."

But how could my curiosity be satisfied with just that answer?! So
one day I secretly took a condom to the bathroom, opened it, and although I didn't know
what for, instinctively, after looking at it, I flushed it down the toilet to cover my tracks.

How could a little kid like me realize that the sex I was looking for was right beside me?! It was like being so
close yet so far away!

It wasn't until we moved to a new house, when I was 14 or 15, that I
gradually thanks to my classmates, friends, and my sex education teacher: computers!
Most of what I learned came from my friends and classmates. If I didn't understand something, I would look it up online, doing it
more diligently than any homework.

I remember the first time I encountered erotic novels. At first, I only read fantasy or martial arts adaptations
, but after a while, I found they weren't exciting at all. Then one day, I read a fantasy
novel incest between a mother and son. I don't quite remember the title or
the plot, and it didn't have much explicit sex, but it changed my life forever…

From then on, I started reading incest novels, and like most incest novels…
So, I started paying attention to my mother. I noticed that although she was 37 years old and
a mother of four, she didn't suffer from the postpartum weight gain that women usually experience; at most, she only had
some
had a baby face, small but slightly pointed, oval-shaped. And most importantly, time seemed to have left no trace on her
face , which is why I began to be infatuated with her.

From then on, I started reading incestuous novels about mothers and sons, imitating them and doing things that society considered dirty and
shameful. I started secretly watching my mother take baths. There's a small gap between the bathroom door and the ventilation window,
about the width of a finger—not very big, just a tiny crack.

One time, I couldn't resist the urge to peep at my mother showering, like in those novels. So I tiptoed
to up on a chair, and the narrow gap revealed a glimpse of her naked body. My heart pounded.
I saw my mother showering, completely naked. At first, I could only see her back, her back as white as jade,
water trickling down her back. Unfortunately, due to the angle, I could only see her waist,
not her buttocks. I really wanted to touch it… that was my first reaction upon seeing my naked mother. But beautiful
moments are always fleeting.

My mother finished washing up quickly, even though 15 minutes had passed, and started getting dressed. It was
then that I saw again the beautiful breasts that had nurtured me! They were round and
full , probably a C cup (I'm not very good at judging by appearances, but based on a man's intuition, I think it was a C cup). On
those peaks stood two small brown nipples. Yes, since my mother was a mother of four,
it would be strange if her nipples were still pink. My head spun for a second… and I immediately scrambled down,
put the chair back in its place, and rushed to my room. My mother had already put
on her pink bra.

Once on the bed, my penis was bulging to its limit. I started masturbating, fantasizing about my mother's body and
those beautiful breasts... My happiest moments were when my mother took a bath.

One night, I couldn't sleep because it was too hot, so I got up to take a shower. As I passed my parents'
room, I noticed the door was open, but it was dark inside and I couldn't see anything. I thought it was probably
because it was too hot, so I didn't pay much attention.

Just then! I heard a moan! It was the sound I'd heard since I was a child! And
how could I not recognize that sound after reading so many erotic novels? I hurriedly approached the door to see
if I could hear it more clearly. Yes! I heard my mother moaning!

They seemed to have just started, and Mom seemed to think we were all asleep, so she was moaning quite loudly.

Hearing those moans, my penis instantly became erect, but suddenly
an idea struck me. I quickly grabbed my MP3 player and discreetly slipped it into a laundry bin
to secretly record this rare and beautiful moment.

Then I continued listening to Mom's moans, the soft, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes
rapid , sometimes short and quick. I remember my dad was playing the Japanese
version of "Wild Rose" from the movie "Cape No. 7," and just as the song reached its chorus, Mom's moans started to rise higher.

"Oh... um... hmm... um... yo... oh... um... hmm... um... um..." Her ethereal
moans almost made me ejaculate.

I immediately ran to my room and lay on the bed, overwhelmed with guilt. The sound of my mother's climax
moans lingered in my mind, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. Miraculously, I didn't
masturbate .

The next day, when my parents weren't in their room, I took out my MP3 player and listened to it. As I listened, I got an erection again, and
I started masturbating. When my mother climaxed, I ejaculated too. It was the first time
I had ever heard ; it was like a fairy's song. My mother's moans at that moment were
indescribable.

This has led me to limit the porn I watch to couples or married couples, because
most are fake and lack the realism of a mother's. Only self-shot or secretly filmed videos attract
me. Later, I even saved up to buy a VCR because MP3 players don't record very clearly.

I started paying attention to my parents' unusual behavior and then placed the VCR on their bedside
table so I could secretly record their lovemaking sounds. Only this method could guarantee that I wouldn't miss anything, because it's impossible to hear it as clearly every time as the first time. And since my parents kept the door closed
when they were doing it , I ended up being the one with ears behind the wall. (Next to my parents' room was the living room, separated by a wooden wall. The planks were hollow, so when I eavesdropped, I could faintly hear my mother's moans, but they weren't very clear. They were only louder when she had an orgasm.) And so, I began to release my desires through my mother's worn sexy underwear. Her underwear often had a very pungent smell, belonging to the more extreme category. Many times I would find semen stains, and I would fantasize that my mother was so sexy! She had kept Dad's semen soaking in her vagina for so long, or maybe Dad ejaculated too much. Even though she had wiped it off, there must have been some residue left. It took a whole day for the semen to flow out from deep inside her... Later, I would also find wads of paper in the trash can in my parents' room. Many times, I picked up the wetter wad; it was undoubtedly the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina. Mom was leaking so much! I picked it up and smelled it. It had a faint, slightly salty smell, not unpleasant, unlike the heavy stench of Mom's underwear. Most importantly, the smell aroused my animalistic instincts. I couldn't help but masturbate and ejaculate on the wad of paper used to wipe the vaginal fluid flowing from Mom's vagina. But I regret that I've never seen my parents having sex. However, I saw it twice by chance! The first time I saw it, it wasn't very clear, but it was late at night when I got up to pee . As I passed my parents' room, I noticed the light was on. I knew then that something was up, so I...

As I approached the door (my parents' door had individual panes of clear glass, and they had paper pasted inside the room to prevent peeping,
but because it had been a long time, the paper was a bit worn and tattered, making it easy to see inside; although the holes weren't very big,
they were enough for me)

, I could barely see anything because the wardrobe in my parents' room completely blocked the view of the bed.
But that time I was lucky because they were already at the edge of the bed! From this angle, I could see my mother's
head to her shoulders, and my father was on top of her. My father put my mother's feet on his shoulders and grabbed her
ankles , vigorously thrusting into her, while my mother's two pink feet kicked in the air, and her whole body
twisted and turned. From outside the door, I could hear the creaking of the bed from my father's vigorous thrusting, and
my mother's moans.

"Hmm...hmm...flash! Flash!...faster...faster...mmm...oh...oh...mmm
...so good...faster...mmm...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm!...mmm..."

It turned out I had just caught my mother's climax. This time, I didn't leave immediately. I stayed behind to
see if Mom was wearing sexy lingerie or lingerie (because I had previously searched my parents' room to see if Mom had
sexy lingerie and panties). About five minutes later, I saw Mom get out of bed wearing black lingerie.
I was a little stunned, but I immediately realized she seemed to have seen a figure outside the door. I immediately ran to
my room and pretended to be asleep. Not long after, Dad came to check on us.

After that incident, Dad put new paper over the glass surfaces, and Mom and Dad started sleeping in separate rooms
. My opportunities to eavesdrop decreased. Most importantly, I didn't know which room to put the tape recorder I bought
.

But I saw it again on another occasion. That night, my mother deliberately
took a shower in the bathroom next to my father's room. That bathroom had a door leading to my father's room, and the
ventilation window and door of that bathroom also had a crack. That was the first time I saw my mother's whole body. Her buttocks
were slightly upturned, full and elastic, and her typical woman's breasts were swollen and ready to burst, while her lower abdomen was
flat and without an ounce of fat.

My mother's whole body was as white as jade, and her pubic hair was sparse, dotted with countless glistening water droplets,
exuding a lewd aura. Her long, black hair was tied back, and her beautiful face was absolutely stunning. By
then , Mom had finished showering. She put on a sexy pink lingerie and walked into Dad's room.
I moved to a different spot because the ventilation window was open, so I could see
the side of Dad's bed from the right side of the opening.

Mom walked to Dad's bed with a flirtatious giggle. Dad was looking at Mom with a lewd expression.
Then he eagerly pulled Mom onto the bed and started kissing her. Dad's mouth
moved back and forth on Mom's neck and ears, and Mom kept moaning "Oh...oh...um...um..." as if she was in pain
but also wanted Dad to do this. Dad's lips moved downwards, reaching Mom's breasts. While
kissing one breast, his other hand grasped her other breast, his large hand completely enveloping her
nipple.

His assault seemed relentless; he then moved down to Mom's lower body, and Mom's cries grew more
intense. At this moment, Dad's lips stopped between Mom's legs, and he extended his tongue,
licking between her thighs.

Suddenly, Mom's reaction became even more intense; she moaned repeatedly, "Mmm...mmm...ah...so
good..." Her hands gripped Dad's head, forcefully shoving it between her legs. Her legs were naturally spread wide,
raised , to accommodate Dad's head.

Suddenly, Dad straddled Mom's face, shoving his penis into her mouth
while his mouth remained between her legs, sucking and licking, making soft "slurp...slurp...slurp..."
sounds. Mom, startled by this sudden intrusion, moaned "Oh...woo...oh...um," and the room
fell silent.

Dad's large penis pumped in and out of Mom's mouth for nearly five minutes before they reluctantly
separated. As soon as they lay down, Dad immediately climbed on top of Mom and kissed her passionately.

His hands were also busy, caressing Mom's body. At this moment, Dad removed his hand, and his large penis
thrust suddenly between Mom's wide-open legs, aiming for her vagina. Mom, jolted by the thrust,
seemed to vibrate, and she cried out.

"Ouch...gently...gently...you're so impatient...can't hold back...? ...
Oh...it's all in...so...good...so good...oh...oh...um...um
..."

Dad's large penis moved in and out of Mom's vagina repeatedly, sometimes even
circling , bringing Mom to a climax. Mom moaned, "I really want to swallow the whole thing with my vagina
...um...humph..."

"Want to swallow the whole thing?" Dad asked, touching Mom's breasts.

"Um...!" "Eat the whole thing...mmm..." Then Mom rolled over onto Dad, becoming
woman-on-top.

"Oh...ooh...oh...oh...mmm...mmm...yo...mmm...so exciting
...mmm...mmm...eat the whole thing...mmm...mmm...mmm...put the whole thing
inside ...ohmm...ohmm...mmm..." Mom was completely unrestrained, constantly performing a horse-riding dance.

Dad enjoyed touching and licking Mom's bouncing breasts. Then Mom's voice became higher and higher.

"Mmm...mmm...faster...faster...mmm...oh...oh...mmm...so good
...faster...mmm...mmm...mmmmm!!" "...Mmm..."

The mother, still climaxing, didn't get a moment's rest. The father flipped her over, pinning her beneath him,
then placed her legs on his shoulders and began thrusting vigorously, her legs dangling
in the air. (This inverted position is one I later particularly loved.)

"Oh...oh...it's so deep...it's all in...oh...oh...oh
...mmm...mmm...all...in...all...in...it...so...comfortable...
oh...my...cunt...so good...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...
I can't take it anymore...yoyo..."

And so, Dad ejaculated inside Mom's cunt. And I ejaculated too. I immediately climbed
down , because I didn't want Mom to find out like last time (after all, if they looked to their left, they would
see my head).

After that, I never had the chance to see it again, but I still continued to secretly record them
having sex .

Because my mother's moans had become my addiction.

PS: This article is about why I became obsessed with my mother's moans. The story is true,
without any fiction. My name is actually my pseudonym, and my mother's moans cannot be described in words,
so I reluctantly wrote down the parts about my mother's moans while listening to the recordings I made of my parents having sex. It's not something I made up.

I'm sorry... This is my first time writing, so my writing isn't very good. I often run out of words and can't describe the situation
well enough, since I grew up abroad.

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