Strange Night

Once I was traveling with my parents--we were taking a long road trip somewhere. I was in my junior year of high school. I had been in the back seat all day, and towards the evening I started to get horny. I was wearing somewhat tight jeans, and my **** was straining against my pants, making me uncomfortable. After a few hours, we stopped for the night at a motel. The motel had cable, and so we watched "An Officer and a Gentleman." The movie was great, and I was actually feeling a bit drowsy until the famous love scene between Debra Winger and Richard Gere came on. For some reason, seeing Debra Winger's breasts in that movie made me incredibly horny. My parents couldn't tell, of course, but I was having real trouble under my blanket. In any case, the movie ended, and we all went to bed. I couldn't sleep. I just kept seeing  those breasts, bouncing up and down, and my **** was throbbing.  A couple of hours passed in total silence, and then I heard movement from the bed next to mine.  My father was whispering to my mother. "Are you awake?" "Yeah." "Can't sleep again?" "No..." "You must be tense... Do you want me to ********** you?"  There was a muffled response, and then I began to hear a faint rustling sound, fairly rhythmic. It went on for a few minutes, and then there was a slight intake of breath, and then silence. Then, I heard some more rhythmic sounds, and I could even hear the bed shake slightly, and then nothing. Then I heard my father whisper, "Do you need some kleenex?" to my mother. There was more rustling. By this point, I was in excruciating pain. I was practically bursting with precum, and every time I moved even a millimeter, I felt as if I was going to ***. Finally, after it had been quiet for a while, and my parents' breathing seemed to have slowed, I decided to go for it. All I had to do was rub my **** a few times, and I came all over my hand, my chest, the sheets, my underwear... Luckily I was wearing my socks, still, so I slipped one of them off, wiped everything up and went to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I went through my normal morning ritual, brushing my teeth, shaving, etc., but when I came back to my bed, I realized with a start that I had left the sock I'd used on the bed, rolled up. My parents were packing and didn't seem to notice. I shoved the sock in my suitcase and got on with things.

At breakfast that morning, my dad asked me how I slept.

"Fine," I said.

"I didn't sleep a wink," he said. "I used every trick I knew, but it didn't help. I'm gonna have to let your mother drive."

I didn't say anything. I was convinced he'd heard me. What he said next didn't make me feel any better.

"From what I heard last night, I imagine you'll be snoozing in the back seat a little yourself today." And then he winked. My mother wasn't saying anything, but she did smile a little bit.

To this day, we've never discussed that night.
ellery ellery
36-40, M
3 Responses Aug 5, 2007

Sounds like your parents are cool...

wow thats very...embarrassing (o_0)

Oh my gosh, I would die.