Spying On My ParentsWhen I was in my late teens I used to try and catch my parents having sex. I had a room next to theirs and sometimes, very occasionally, would hear faintly my mother gasping and moaning. Their door was always closed so one night I got up the courage to go outside and look in their window. The curtains were drawn adn the window shut, so no luck. But I did it again each time I heard them at it. One summer night I was in luck and the window was open a few inches. I reached in and lifted the curtain a fraction till I could see them. Wow!
The bed was side on to the window, only about a metre away. There was light from a bedside lamp. Being a hot night, the covers were off and my parents were lying on just a yellow floral sheet. My father was underneath on his back and my mother was sitting on him, slowly lifting and dropping, using her knees, her hands running over her hanging breasts.
The first thing that struck me was how pale and hairy my father was compared to my mother’s smooth skin and olive complexion. And how lean and muscled he was compared to her plump short build. His short reddish hair, her long dark hair. His angular face, her round soft features. A real visual contrast.
My father had a smug look, had his hands on her hips helping her lift up and down, was silent whereas she was audibly panting, moaning each time she dropped fully down, gasping every now and then that it felt good.
I was sexually active by this time, had been for more than a year, though my experience up till then was limited to giving blow jobs. My boyfriend of the time was pressuring me for sex, so I was curious on a number of levels…
As I watched, I was interested that they didn’t seem in any kind of hurry. My experience was that guys, as soon as they got their penises in my mouth, were barely able to control themselves and were anxious to ***. But here were my parents taking lots of time. My mother paused, spent a minute tying back her hair, took a sip of water, went back to churning her hips. Another couple of minutes and they’re back into it, my father gets ahold of mum’s boobs and milks them. She smiles down at him, coos, tells him to do the nipples. I get all hot watching this part, especially when my mother’s eyes get all hooded and she grinds back hard for a minute or two. Then she lay down on top of him, breasts falling heavily to the side, and they kissed as she worked her hips a little longer.
And then they were on to something else. My mother eased off my father, said something I couldn’t make out, picked up something from the other side of the bed I couldn’t see, then stood talking, one hand rubbing a breast. But I was barely looking at her – I was looking at my father’s penis. It was lying glistening on his hairy belly, the foreskin bunched a little, the knob bulging and plum purple, his balls out of my sight between his spread thighs.
My mother slapped him on the thigh and he made room for her, joked about something as she lay down on the mattress. He got up and it was his turn to slap her on the thigh as he shuffled on his knees. She reached up, tugged on his ****, fitted it to her *****, then pushed her hips up as he entered her.
They ****** steadily, talking about how they hadn’t done it for more than a week, that it was too long. My mother shifted about a couple of times, her chubby thighs going around dad’s waist, then clamping him tighter. He smiled at her, said she was hot, bent his face down and kissed her breasts. She smiled indulgently and they started to speed up. Dad went up on his elbows and his back arched as he thrust deeper and faster. Mum held him by the upper arms, her eyes intent on his face – which was getting redder and redder.
You ready? she asked after another couple of minutes. He nodded tightly, still thrusting fast. She let go his arms, ran hands over his chest then took his nipples in her fingers. I was amazed at how hard she pinched and twisted them. I was also amazed at his reaction – he writhed, bucked hard, arched his neck. His face went even redder and he groaned, lurched, thrust hard a dozen times, then collapsed on top of my mum. She held him tight, softly kissed his neck, whispered something.
A couple more minutes and he rolled off and onto his back. He was on the far side of her so I couldn’t see much, just his sweaty chest rising as he panted. My mother rolled towards the window and reached for her cigarettes. I could see her bushy ****** matted and glistening as she put a cigarette in the corner of her mouth and lit up. Then she lay on her back and smoked, blew smoke at the ceiling, while my father cleaned himself with tissues, passed the box to her. She wiped between her thighs and tossed tissues on the floor. They talked about something banal for a couple of minutes, got into their night clothes, then turned out the light.
I was afraid to move in case I made a noise, but once they were obviously asleep I tip toed back to my room…