The sexual experience made me understand that we all have our secrets, secrets that should not come to light, because th

The sexual experience made me understand that we all have our secrets, secrets that should not come to light, because things would change a lot and for the worse. They have told me that my first story is very long, but the details justify even my behavior, apart from the fact that the memories of them warm me up too much. What's more, I had already finished this story and rewrote it, because it described the beginning of my mother's infidelity with my uncle, so I'll leave that for later and only focus on mentioning it without detailing it. It is not my intention to make a kind of story about my life, not at all, I just have not even told my best friend that I have a sexual relationship, it is a total secret but I want someone I don't know or question me to tell, because sometimes I feel bad for being who I am. If you want to contact me it will only be through my email with which I send this story, it is not the one my family or friends have, I will use it only for cases like these. As I told you in the first story, I surprised my uncle, with someone else in my house, in my parents' bedroom, this happened like this: After a few months of having sex with my uncle, I was already in high school, which that day, we didn't have class and I returned home very early. He had returned from a trip a day before, I didn't know it would be like that, I remembered that my mother, because of her profession as a nurse, had worked at night and could be asleep, so I entered the house trying not to make noise. I heard laughter, moans and sighs in my parents' room, I thought that my parents were doing their “things” I didn't want to spy but when I heard a voice that wasn't my dad's, but was familiar, I heard a familiar woman's voice saying my uncle's name. I was going to come in violently out of annoyance at what I knew was happening, and if it was mom's bedroom, it had to be her, she couldn't be the person who cleans us because she wasn't supposed to go that day, and she only goes for a few hours, plus she's an old lady. I was filled with courage to let myself know that they had intimate relationships, I wanted to go in and surprise them to complain. I nervously grabbed the doorknob, I was perplexed to hear it;” I think he was coming at that moment because he was panting saying “ahhh, ahhh yaaa, my love yaaa!!”, I stopped for a moment, I opened a little more I saw that mom was riding on top of him, and she took off to start sucking him, she stood up so that her butt almost didn't allow me to see what she was doing with my uncle's cock. She was wearing a light blue pastel garter belt with lace and almost white stockings, her buttocks looked spectacular with that type of lingerie, she was wearing high heels, being upright I could barely look at her red, throbbing vagina, her lubricated and dilated anus, it was obvious that my uncle's cock was responsible for leaving them like that. My uncle's hands on mom's head did his part, then he stretched his hand on her butt, passing his fingers through her ass and vagina, he could barely see that mom was sucking his cock because she was lying down, my uncle with his cock towards him, with his long and decorated nails he scratched those huge balls that my uncle has, which made him shudder. My uncle began to spank her, she began to move as if she were being fucked when she saw that my uncle was about to come and would do it in her mouth, I assumed this because my uncle stretched his legs and moaned like when he ejaculates with me, I heard moans of pleasure, of pleasure at receiving and giving semen, before my uncle finished coming, I closed the door very slowly. I took my books and left the house silently, I was confused, many things were passing through my mind, making me think that I couldn't assimilate or mesh. I thought that my mother was being unfaithful to my father with her brother-in-law, my uncle was betraying father's trust but I allowed him to do it to me too, he told me that it was not the same. I felt hurt, cheated. I didn't believe that my mother was capable of being unfaithful, she always criticizes others, who were rumored to be, on the part of my uncle she might have a sexual friend from time to time, besides me, but not that she was my own mother, having seen her with dad seemed natural to me, with my uncle it seemed to me at that moment an anger that I had to control. Why did she do it? My dad loves her so much and has everything for her. Why with her husband's brother? Why with my uncle? Why with my lover? I felt bad, my biggest annoyance was mom's infidelity. Why did she do it? My dad loves her so much and has everything for her. Why with her husband's brother? Why with my uncle? Why with my lover? Jealousy? Yes, I also felt jealous, I felt betrayed but I had no right to complain to my mother, who gave me life, and deep down I understand her sexual desire, because I did the same with that man, and I have been happy, but I also thought that I should not accept that my uncle used us both. I left the house, I walked thinking about what happened with endless questions in my mind, as well as situations that responded to my concern. I remembered the way my mother referred to my uncle, the joy it gave her to know that he would live with us, I had not noticed in my mother the effusiveness towards my uncle, he has always criticized his ex-wife or one of his girlfriends, the joy it gave her to know that he would live with us, and what tormented me the most; the memory of when he took out the lubricant to give me anal sex, how did my uncle know it was there? It was clear to me that their relationship already existed before I discovered it. Since then I see my mother differently but I have not changed with her, she does not know that I am aware of her infidelity, I hated my uncle at that time, and I made the decision to no longer have any sex with him, I would not explain anything to him, I would simply reject him. I have the need to ignore that mom is his lover and let her stay that way, and not hurt my dad. We complain for what, we would all get hurt, the only winner will be my uncle because he has nothing to lose. We would disappoint dad. After that day I rejected my uncle, I avoided him, I tried to be with my friends more and dedicate myself more to my studies, to distract myself and not think about the times that I have noticed they "get caught", because although they have been "discreet", I have been alert, like when mom says she is going with friends, or dad goes on a trip at night, one of them goes to the other's room, and I try to listen to them behind the door in silence. One time I got up and she was closing my uncle's room, she said she was asking him if he wanted breakfast, I played innocent, I saw that she was wearing pajamas and a tank top, something fell out of her hands and she immediately picked it up, it was her panties, only I acted stupid as if I hadn't seen it or cared. As a spoiled girl, I followed her to her room to beg her to buy me a better cell phone than the one she brought with her, I described it to her while she began to undress to take a bath, leaving her pajamas and panties, the one I took was wet, evidently because of her desire. Several weeks passed before I "forgave" my uncle who couldn't explain why his niece no longer gave him his buttocks, not even a blowjob, he insisted on me and ignored why I rejected him. He secretly made a copy of the key to my room and entered one night while I was sleeping, I felt him kissing my back, I refused, he revealed his cock and I ignored him, closing my eyes, asking him to leave without insisting too much, I stood motionless while he stood in front of my face caressing that delicious cock, he put my hand out for me to touch him and I took it away, he came closer putting it in my mouth, I warned him that I would bite him, he lowered my pajamas, I wanted I tried to avoid him but he held me on my back and put his balls on my face and I let him touch my butt over my pajamas. I told him that if he continued I would scream. He didn't care. He put his cock on my lips and I wanted to turn around but his hand stopped me. I let him put his cock in, I only received his milk on my face and I swallowed a little, I missed that delicious flavor, he finished and I continued without moving, he left, the next day, when my parents were sleeping, he came back in, he continued the same, he wanted me to suck him, I stayed still, then annoyed he lowered my pajamas revealing my butt, he stood on top of me, and I warned him that if he penetrated me he would yell at everything to dad, as angrily he placed his hand on my back and masturbated on my buttocks, I no longer tried to get rid of it but I told him; “Don't put it in, don't meet it, I don't want it”---he continued with his fist caressing my buttocks, he opened them and let his stream of milk escape between them, “how delicious!” I thought, closing my eyes, I remained motionless until he left, alone, I ran my hand over my buttocks, smearing and tasting that delicious liquid, masturbating like crazy, wanting it, when I came I regretted it and decided not to play along anymore. But I didn't resist for long, I needed the man who made me vibrate as a woman, the one who made me humiliated, what mattered that he also fucked my mother... that he fucked both of us and treated us like his whores, deep down I have something of a whore and with him it comes out and I completely reveal myself... and apparently my mother is the same... or more than me from the videos and photos that I discovered of her.