Uncles, mom's in the bathhouse.

A brief description of my living conditions.

A private house for two families. Our half has 2 rooms, a kitchen, and a veranda where we usually smoke in the summer. I live with my mom. She divorced my father 4 years ago, and since then she's had many men in terms of serious relationships. She dated some for about a month. Others for two. But they didn't even live together. The only one of her partners, Uncle Igor, lived with us for 4 months. And even then, I was drawn to seeing them have sex. Our house is an old type. There aren't even interior doors. Just a curtain rod above the doorway and a curtain.

And when the lights went out and everyone went to bed,

after lying down for about 30 minutes, I would quietly sneak up to my mom's room and try to peek. But even slightly moving the curtain was scary, as the movement of the curtain was easily noticeable. So in the end, I stood in the dark by the door (which wasn't there) and listened. They tried not to make noise, but it sounded as if we were in the same room and they were 2 meters away from me. They always had sex the same way. First, long kisses and hugs, and then I could hear my mom's pussy squelching. But I couldn't manage to see anything. I sometimes peeked under the curtain; it didn't reach the floor, leaving a 10-centimeter gap. And there, in complete darkness, I saw my mom's silhouette excitedly thrusting her pelvis towards Uncle Igor.

I came up with various plans on how to peek. I even planned to set up a hidden camera. But in the end, they broke up, and my mom started looking for a man again.

I usually went to bed around 11:00 PM, but my mom went to her girlfriends' places twice a week or even more often. And she would come home late at night. She also liked to drink and mostly came home tipsy.

And one time, I stayed up watching TV until 2 AM, got really sleepy, turned off the TV and lights, and went to smoke on the veranda before bed. And I hear footsteps in the yard, I think it's mom. I look out the window, and she's with some man. They're walking, slightly swaying, his hand on my mom's waist. I thought he was just walking my mom home. But without coming inside, they went to the bathhouse. The bathhouse is made of logs, with a creaky door and a small window. The light turned on, and I just sat on the veranda, realizing that my mom's panties were probably being pulled off right now. I didn't dare to peek that day. Only the next day did I go out into the yard and start examining the possibility for peeking. I approached the window and checked the view. It was hard to see anything there because the bench was off to the side, the window was too small, and the glass was very smudged. I went into the bathhouse and looked from the inside, trying not to get caught, in case they looked out the window. Anyway, I checked everything and decided to try looking through the window next time.

The next time, I only waited 2 days. And when my mom went to her girlfriends', she returned with a man again. Whether it was the same one or not—I don't know. Like last time, they headed to the bathhouse. It was very warm and pleasant there after the evening heating. And I carefully tiptoed to the window. For a long time, I didn't see them. Thoughts swirled in my head about how easy it was to get access to my mom's crotch. About how she doesn't spare her pussy but instead craves when her panties are pulled aside, a cock is rubbed over her clit, and she gets fucked. The spiciest thing I saw that night was—the guy's ass slightly coming into the frame of the small window. He was thrusting into my mom sharply. I assume doggy style.

And so it was every time my mom went to her "girlfriends." She returned with different men. Different heights and builds. Through that small window, I've seen a lot by now. What I liked most was when I only saw my mom's face, her eyes closed, biting her lip, standing doggy style, jerking forward from the cock thrusting into her from behind.

But even that wasn't enough for me. After all, all I could see was a small area. Either her breasts, or a bit of her ass, or an arm. I could only guess what was happening there.

Going into the bathhouse the next day, I imagined how all this happens here. And an idea came to me. To peek at them while being in the bathhouse behind the stove. The stove stood in the corner, with a large water tank on it. Slightly to the left, a tank with cold water. And behind the stove was a good corner where I could fit squatting or on my knees. I climbed in there. Assessed the view. And still decided to do it. And when my mom went to her girlfriends', I waited until night and had already climbed in there beforehand, sitting in the dark for about 40 minutes. And finally, I heard footsteps, I assumed a comfortable position.

The light turned on, my mom entered first, she was in a loose summer dress down to her knees, as always, a bit drunk. Leading the male by the hand, closing the door, she immediately hung on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against him with everything she could. After kissing passionately, she hurriedly dropped to her knees, as if she had been waiting for this for an eternity, and kissing his cock through his jeans, with her hands she unbuckled his belt, and then greedily took it in her mouth. How she sucked him off. Both sharply and gently, taking it out, licking and kissing it, running the cock over her cheeks and neck, leaving hickeys on his pubic area and scrotum, and then taking it in her mouth again and playing with the head with her tongue, taking it out, twisting it, and kissing it with her tender, brightly red-painted lips. After sucking enough, excited like a bitch, she turned around and got on all fours, throwing her dress up to her neck, exposing her entire back and ass, swaying her hips from side to side, she sharply pulled her panties down to her knees, took her right leg out, and threw it onto the bench. The panties fell to the floor, and with her right hand, she spread her wet pussy and said softly and tenderly, "Fuck me"...

Since then, I've been peeking from that spot constantly. There's been a lot more. Maybe if there's time and you liked this story about my mom, I'll write about how she got fucked by two men in this bathhouse.

And then maybe I'll write about how she got fucked by an Armenian acquaintance from the market. Anyway, this story is long