Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here"Yes, sir." He was even more massive with his exposed hairy white torso and clearly visible bulge. I then quickly remembered that this massive white man had sex with my Indian mom. I was getting a little erect from the playback.
"Well, shower, then come get breakfast."
"Yes, sir."
He walked into his kitchen.
I tried fixing myself up. I stood up and zipped up my pants. I'm glad I did, as the next image made me go 'Uhh.'
My mom in Trevor's large white dress shirt. Nothing else. Legs bare, feet bare, hair wet, body clean, and she smelt like lavender. Oh god indeed.
The shirt was buttoned up halfway, meaning I was looking at a snippet of my mom's brown boobies. And the boner rises.
"Mom?"
"Ravi," she said with that all-is-great smile. I smiled too.
"How, umm, how."
She smiled and nodded. "Oh, did you hear? Did you hear us do that? That?"
I shook my head. All the moisture left my mouth when I replied, "No."
She looked at me with a pout. "No? Well, what we did, Son, that?" She walked out the room and then poked her head back in. With a big smile, she said, "That was just me thanking him for dinner."
The End
- COMMENTS
gandisochalmost 2 years agorepeating same words many times, focused only on yourself. Feels like you think saying white man and indian woman again and again will make it good.
Anonymousabout 7 years agoMy family moved to Dubai before i started Gr. 3.
As a young man, i was "spying" on my mom. She was, & remained, married to my dad.
My parents had many friends & they frequently had people over. Their friends were of all nationalities.
My mom flirted with some men, & was just friendly & hospitable to the rest of them.
I once saw my mom making out with a family friend, a White Man.
That did have a profound effect of me. What i felt at the time was a state of shock & confusion, plus a mixed-bag of many feelings i could not define. With the hindsight i know it was a mixture of anger, jealousy, hatred of him, disbelief, even shame. i now know that i got sexually aroused very very much but was not ready to admit that to myself.
Nobody saw me. I did not tell anybody about that.
I never loved my mom any less over that.
From that day on, my mom was constantly present in my erotic fantasies.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoThis story is retarded.
PS: not all Indians have dark brown skin. Some have cinnamon and olive skin. A minority but they still exist.
atmgtxalmost 8 years agoThis is a gem of a story , the humour and the tension is described perfectly.
Anonymousover 9 years ago(THIS STORY IS EROTIC BUT THERE IS NO EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF SEX.)
As a voyeur son what i could not see or hear i constructed in my mind. Once in your head all those conclusions become your reality.
All i can say for sure is my mother was a flirt with men. That i could see & hear beyond any doubt. (She was a good wife to my dad all along.)
Also i had hots for my mom very much like the South Asian boy. I believe I had Oedipus Complex.
