MidReal Story

Forbidden Desires: A Mother's Dilemma

Anonymous

Jan 11

Scenario:uma mulher faz uma orgia com amigos do filho

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uma mulher faz uma orgia com amigos do filho

one of Jason's friends involved in the situation, relationship with Emily and Jason, tall with dark hair, charismatic but reckless.

Emily's son and the friends' mutual friend, relationship with his mother and friends, early 20s with a strong build, protective yet naive.

the mother, relationships with her son and his friends, mid40s with a youthful appearance, conflicted and curious.

I was sitting in my living room, watching TV and drinking a glass of wine, when I heard the door open.

I assumed it was my son Jason coming home from the party he was at, so I didn't get up.

Then I heard the door shut, but I didn't hear any other sounds.

I wondered if maybe he was sick or something, so I got up and went to check on him.

As I walked down the hall towards his room, I heard the sound of multiple people talking and laughing.

I stopped in confusion and tried to listen to see if I could figure out who was there with him.

He had gone to a party with some of his friends from college over break, so I assumed that it was them.

However, as I stood there, I heard a woman's laughter ring out from down the hall.

It sent a surge of surprise through me as I tried to figure out who it was and what was going on.

I then heard more voices, including Jason's, talking and laughing, and they were all coming from the living room.

I decided to go introduce myself, assuming that one of his friends had brought their girlfriend or something.

As I walked into the room, my eyes widened in shock at what I saw before me.

Jason was sitting on the couch with two big handsome boys on either side of him.

I step into the living room, my eyes scanning the group, taking in the scene before me.

The air is thick with tension, and I can sense the unease emanating from Jason.

Jason looks up, his expression shifting from surprise to a sheepish grin as our eyes meet.

"Mom," he says, standing up awkwardly, his movements stiff and unnatural.

I approach him, keeping my voice steady as I ask, "Whose voice was that?"

The room falls silent, and Mark, sitting beside Jason, chuckles nervously.

He gestures towards the kitchen, where a woman emerges, her laughter now subdued.

She introduces herself as Lisa, a friend of Mark's, her smile faltering as she takes in my expression.

I nod, acknowledging her presence, while noticing Jason's unease.

His eyes dart between me and Lisa, his brow furrowed in concern.

I decide to sit down on the armchair, observing their interactions closely.

The silence is oppressive, and I can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

Lisa takes a step forward, her eyes locked on mine, as if searching for something.

"I'm so sorry about this," she says, her voice laced with apology.

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her words.

Suddenly, Mark stands up, his chair scraping against the floor.

"Hey, let's get some drinks," he suggests, his tone forced and artificial.

Jason nods hastily, following Mark towards the kitchen.

I watch them retreat, the unspoken tension lingering like a shadow in the room.