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This happened 4 years back when I was 17 and my mother was 43.

That day started off normal. I was working on my school project, sitting in the verandah, when my uncle(my dad's own brother) came home in the middle of the afternoon. That never happened before. He always came home late at night after work.

But that day, my dad was at his workplace, my aunt was out of town, and suddenly, it was just me, my mother, and him.

He greeted me casually, asked why I wasn’t at school, and then walked straight into my mom’s bedroom.

A couple of minutes later, my mother came out, handed me some food, and told me to stay outside and focus on my project. Her voice was calm, as if she were making sure I wouldn’t go inside.

I sat back down and kept working, thinking nothing of it. But then, just eight minutes later, the cooler’s breeze sent one of my project papers flying near their room. I got up to grab it, bent down to pick it up and saw - Both of them completely naked , my mother on top of my uncle like she owned him. Her body was moving in perfect rhythm, her hands rested on his chest, her head thrown back in pleasure, her back was arched as she was bouncing on his dick slowly, deeply. And my uncle he was just lying beneath her, his hands holding her hips and pulling her down harder and she also wanted him too.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t just that they were having sex it was the way she looked, the way she responded to him, the way she wanted him. It was raw, passionate, and shameless. It was how much she was enjoying it, her head tilted back, her lips parted, her eyes half lidded like undertaker, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she rode him. She didn’t care that it was the middle of the day, that anyone could walk in, that she was cheating on my father with his own brother in the same bed where my dad would sleep that night.

I don’t even know how long I was standing there before I finally moved. My body felt numb as I walked back to my seat, my hands trembling, my heart racing. I had just seen something I would never be able to forget.

Thirty minutes later, my uncle walked out of the room, fully dressed adjusting his clothes, looking relaxed. He glanced at me, said “bye beta” like nothing happened a few minutes ago, like he wasn’t fucking his brother’s wife behind his back and left. I rushed inside to find my mother fixing her hair, adjusting her clothes. She caught me staring at her and simply asked, “What happened?” as if she wasn’t just lost in the arms of another man minutes ago.

I looked at her with anger, frustration, disgust and said, “Nothing.” Then I walked out