Anna’s Story

© 2026 Igor Pajić

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences (18+ only).

No portion of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

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One afternoon last week I came home early from school because my last class got canceled. The house was quiet when I walked in, but as I passed my little brother Alex’s room I heard soft voices inside. The door was open just a tiny crack, enough for me to see without being noticed. I froze right there in the hallway when I realized what was happening. My heart started pounding so hard I was scared they would hear it.

Mom was sitting on the edge of Alex’s bed, facing him. Alex was sitting next to her, his face bright red, looking down at his lap. Mom had her hand resting gently on his thigh and she was talking to him in that calm, soft voice she uses when she’s explaining something important. I couldn’t believe my ears when I realized they were talking about masturbation.

“Alex, sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with it at all,” Mom was saying. “It’s completely normal for boys your age. Your body is changing and you’re going to have these urges. It’s healthy to explore them in private. Just make sure you do it when you’re alone and clean up after yourself, okay?”

Alex nodded but didn’t say anything. He looked so embarrassed, his ears were burning red. Mom continued, her voice gentle and patient. “Do you know how to do it properly? Some boys just go at it too rough and it can hurt. Let me show you the right way so you can enjoy it without feeling bad about it.”

I should have turned around and left right then. This was private, between my mom and my little brother. But my feet wouldn’t move. I was frozen, staring through that crack in the door like some kind of pervert. My cheeks felt hot and I could feel a strange warmth spreading between my legs. I couldn’t look away.

Mom reached over and gently unbuttoned Alex’s jeans. He didn’t stop her. He just kept looking at her with those wide eyes, breathing faster. She slowly pulled down his zipper, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down just enough. His cock sprang out, already half-hard and twitching. It wasn’t huge — he’s only eighteen — but it was thick and the head was pink and smooth. A little drop of precum was already leaking from the tip.

Mom smiled softly at him, like she was proud or something. “See? Your body is already reacting. That’s good. Now, the key is to be gentle at first. Use your hand like this…” She wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft, not too tight, and started stroking him slowly from the base all the way up to the head. Her movements were so tender and loving, like she was handling something precious. She twisted her wrist a little at the top, spreading that precum around with her thumb.

Alex let out a shaky breath and his hips twitched. He was staring straight into Mom’s eyes the whole time, not looking away even for a second. His mouth was slightly open and I could see how much he liked it. Mom kept talking in that same calm voice while she stroked him. “Just like this, nice and slow. Feel how warm it is? You can go a little faster if you want, but don’t rush. Breathe through it. It’s okay to moan if it feels good.”

She kept going, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm, sometimes slowing down to tease the sensitive spot under the head. Alex’s breathing got heavier and his legs started shaking a little. He never broke eye contact with her. It was the most intense thing I’d ever seen. My own pussy was getting wet just watching. I could feel my panties getting damp and my nipples hardening under my school shirt. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t. Instead I quietly pulled out my phone, made sure the flash was off, and started recording through the crack in the door. I also snapped a few photos — one of Mom’s hand wrapped around his cock, one of their faces while they looked at each other, and one close-up of her stroking him.

Mom kept talking the whole time, explaining things like how to grip it, how to use the other hand on his balls if he wanted, how it was okay to think about whatever turned him on. Alex was panting now, his hips starting to move up into her hand a little. “Mom… it feels so good…” he whispered, still staring into her eyes.

“I know, baby,” she said softly, smiling. “That’s the point. Just let it happen. Don’t hold back. When you’re ready to cum, just let it go. I’ll take care of it.”

She stroked him a little faster, her thumb circling the head every time she reached the top. Alex’s face was flushed dark red, his breathing ragged. He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time. It only took another minute or so. His whole body tensed up, his legs went stiff, and he let out a loud groan. Thick ropes of white cum shot out of his cock, landing on Mom’s hand and his own stomach. Some even reached his chest. He came so hard and so fast, his eyes never leaving Mom’s face the whole time he was spurting.

Mom didn’t stop stroking until the last drops came out. She kept that gentle, loving rhythm until he was completely finished. Then she reached over to his nightstand, grabbed a few tissues, and carefully wiped the cum off his cock, his stomach, and her own hand. She did it so tenderly, like she was cleaning a baby. “There we go,” she said softly. “All clean. See? Nothing to be ashamed of. Next time you can do it yourself, but if you ever need help or have questions, you can always come to me, okay?”

Alex nodded, still breathing hard, looking at her with this mix of love and embarrassment and something else I couldn’t quite name. Mom leaned in and kissed his forehead, then pulled his boxers and jeans back up for him. She gave him one last gentle pat on the thigh and stood up. “I love you, sweetheart. Remember what I said — it’s normal and healthy.”

She walked out of the room and headed downstairs. I barely had time to duck into the bathroom across the hall before she passed by. My heart was racing like crazy. As soon as I heard her go down the stairs I slipped into my own room, locked the door, and immediately watched the video I had just recorded.

Seeing it again on my phone made me so incredibly wet. I pulled my panties down and started touching myself while the video played. I watched Mom’s gentle hand stroking Alex’s cock, listened to her soft voice explaining everything, saw the way he looked into her eyes the whole time he came. I came so hard I had to bite my pillow to stay quiet. My legs were shaking and my pussy was pulsing for minutes afterward.

I’ve watched that video at least ten times since then. Every time I get the same rush — this forbidden, dirty feeling mixed with this strange warmth in my chest. I know it’s wrong on so many levels. Mom jerking off her own son, me secretly filming it, getting turned on by my own family… but I can’t stop. I keep thinking about how gentle she was with him, how he trusted her completely, how he looked at her while he came. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if I walked in and joined them, or if Mom caught me watching and decided to teach me too. The thought makes me drip every single time.

Alex has been acting normal around me, but sometimes I catch him looking at Mom with this new softness in his eyes. Mom acts like nothing happened, but I notice little things — the way she touches his shoulder a little longer than usual, the soft smiles they share. I don’t think either of them knows I saw everything and recorded it. And I’m not sure if I’ll ever tell them. For now I’m keeping the video and photos hidden on my phone, locked behind a password, and every night when everyone’s asleep I pull them out and touch myself until I cum so hard I see stars.

I feel guilty sometimes, but mostly I just feel this overwhelming heat between my legs whenever I think about that afternoon. My little brother getting his first proper handjob from our mom while looking her straight in the eyes… it’s the hottest, most forbidden thing I’ve ever witnessed. And the fact that I have it all on video means I can relive it whenever I want.

I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Maybe one day I’ll gather the courage to show Mom the video and tell her I saw everything. Or maybe I’ll just keep this secret forever and enjoy it in private. Either way, that afternoon changed something inside me. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and all I can think about is how gentle Mom’s hand looked wrapped around Alex’s cock and how much love was in her eyes while she took care of him.

I’m lying here right now, writing this all down because I have to get it out. My pussy is wet again just from typing the words. I already know I’m going to watch the video one more time before I go to sleep tonight. And tomorrow… who knows? Maybe I’ll find a way to accidentally leave my phone open on the video for someone else to find. Or maybe I’ll just keep this dirty little secret between me and my phone forever.

All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about it. And I don’t want to.

Cought then again

Last Friday I came home from school much earlier than usual because the teacher got sick and they sent the whole class home after lunch. The moment I stepped inside the house I felt that familiar nervous-excited flutter in my stomach. Dad was still at work and the house seemed quiet, but as I walked down the hallway toward my room I heard soft, wet, rhythmic sounds coming from Alex’s bedroom. The door was left open just a few inches again — enough for me to see clearly without being noticed right away.

My heart started pounding hard. I already knew what it probably was, but I still crept closer and peeked through the gap.

Mom was on her knees on the carpet between Alex’s legs.

Alex was sitting on the very edge of his bed, his school pants and boxers pulled all the way down to his ankles. His cock was standing straight up, hard and throbbing, the head shiny and wet. Mom had one hand gently cupping and massaging his balls while the other was wrapped around the base of his shaft, holding him steady. But this time she wasn’t stroking him with her hand like before. She was sucking him.

Her soft lips were stretched around the head of his cock, sliding slowly up and down, taking more of him into her warm mouth with every gentle bob of her head. I could clearly hear the wet sucking and slurping sounds, mixed with quiet moans from Mom. Her long hair was tied back in a loose ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way. She was being so careful and loving, just like when she had stroked him — no rushing, no roughness, only tender, motherly affection.

Alex had both hands resting lightly on Mom’s shoulders, not pushing her head down, just holding on. His eyes were half-closed at first, but then they opened and he looked down at her with that same intense, loving stare he always gave her during these moments. His mouth was slightly open and soft little gasps escaped every time Mom took him deeper.