My spying on my parents

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I'm 19, a sophomore in college. Since middle school, I
've had In high school, I would stay up very late every night to eavesdrop on my parents having sex
and then masturbate. I often woke up in the morning to find several wads
of toilet paper starkly against the black and red carpet. This sparked my
interest in their sex life.
My parents are quite casual at home; my mother often does
housework in the summer wearing only a bra and underwear.
Through eavesdropping, I learned that my parents' sex life wasn't harmonious. My father has premature ejaculation, but he
enjoys sex, while my mother doesn't. From what I overheard during their sex life, sometimes it was because my father was too
rough, and sometimes because he ejaculated too quickly.
My father likes to drink, and when he's drunk, he likes to stroke my mother's genitals, even when I'm around.
Maybe he thinks I'm too young.
But Mom hated his hands. Once, while they were watching TV, I
peeked and saw Dad putting his hand inside Mom's underwear, fiddling with it. Suddenly, Mom shoved his hand away and
said, "Do you know how much it hurts?"
Another time, Dad came home drunk, and I was woken up by their arguing. "Come on, let's do it
!"
"No, not these days."
"Why not?"
"Tell me why, look!"
"It used to be okay, didn't it?"
"The past is the past, not now!"
Then I heard them pulling at each other, and finally, Mom said angrily, "Here, here
, okay, come on!"
A while later, I heard Dad's groaning. The next day, I found
a towel under Mom's blanket in her room with a pool of blood on it. I knew Mom had started her period the day before.
After I entered my second year of high school, I heard it less often because I lived at school, but I still heard it
once on a Saturday. I went to bed late that day, and it was summer. Mom was sleeping next to me, and we slept
in the living room because it was cooler there.
After I pretended to be asleep, I heard Dad call, "Ping, Ping!"
Mom waited a while, then got up and went into their room. I got up next, and because it was dark, I
could only see a little by the light.
I heard Mom say, "Wanting it again today?"
Dad: "Yes!"
"I didn't drink today. If you do this again, I'll make you feel good."
"Okay, I promise."
"Wait a minute, see if our son is asleep."
I immediately lay down, and then Mom came out. I squinted and saw that her nightgown was tucked up to
her waist, and she wasn't wearing anything between her legs, just a dark patch. She glanced at me and went back inside.
"She's asleep. Be quiet, don't wake her up."
After I got up, I leaned against the door.
"Oh, stop touching me, come in. Don't rush, I'll lie down."
Then I heard Dad grunt, and then I heard them both breathing heavily.
Then Mom said, "Be gentle, it hurts!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be gentle!"
"It's much better now, come in!"
At this moment, I slowly peeked out and saw through the outside light that the blanket was quite high,
rising and falling with Dad's panting.
Mom occasionally made "humph, humph!" sounds.
After about four minutes, Mom said, "So comfortable...yes...that's it...a little longer...
dear Daddy..."
Dad said, "I'm almost there..."
Mom: "A little longer..."
But Dad immediately started panting rapidly, his movements quickened, and then he stopped, letting out a sigh of relief.
Mom: "It's happening again!"
Dad didn't say anything, "Get up." With that sound, I heard Mom push Dad away,
then I heard the sound of taking toilet paper, then a hissing sound. I thought Mom was probably wiping her
genitals, then "thud," I saw a white thing fall to the ground.
"I'm going to sleep outside!"
Hearing this, I quickly ran back to the mat and lay down. Then Mom came out. I squinted
and saw that she was wearing a skirt, one hand holding a tissue to her genitals. She sat down next to me, sighed, and lay down. I secretly looked at her body and saw that she hadn't pulled her skirt down; instead, her lower body was naked. The area where there used to be a patch of dark pubic hair was now covered by a wad of tissue… 　　After spying on my parents, I couldn't help but develop a strong interest in my mother's body, which I thought was quite normal. 　　One afternoon during the summer vacation of my second year of high school, my mother was taking a nap on the sofa, wearing only a nightgown. When I got up, I found her still sleeping, and a voyeuristic desire arose. 　　I quietly walked to my mother's side and gently lifted her nightgown from the bottom up to her abdomen. At that moment, a pink pair of panties was visible against her snow-white thighs. My heart suddenly raced; I was so nervous that I could only hear my own heartbeat. 　　After calming down, I began to observe my mother's body. Her thighs were snow-white and full, and her legs were slightly parted. 　　When my gaze shifted to the base of her snow-white thighs, I noticed that her panties couldn't completely cover her pubic hair. Some dark pubic hairs looked quite alluring against the pink panties. Then I looked towards her vulva. Because of the panties, I couldn't see the secrets within, but at the cleft of her vulva, I could see a mark left by the panties digging into her genitals, and in the middle of that mark, there was a slight dampness. 　　There was a hole the size of a grain of rice in her panties, probably from wearing them for too long. When I saw that hole, I suddenly wanted to smell my mother's vulva, but I was afraid she would suddenly wake up. I waited a while , and finally, desire overcame me. I gently approached my mother, lowered my head, and brought my nose close to her vulva, smelling it. A fishy smell assaulted my nostrils; this must be the smell of a vulva! When this ended...

Afterwards, I gently lowered the skirt back to its original position!
Another evening, my mother had just showered and was wearing my father's bathrobe. She asked me to play cards. Because
it was a bit chilly, we sat on the bed. She started sitting,
but then felt uncomfortable and sat cross-legged. While I was looking at the cards, I noticed that my mother's bathrobe was slightly open. Through the light, I could see
my mother's genitals: her labia were slightly blackish, but somewhat grayish, with two folds of
labia . Her vaginal area was almost hairless, a stark contrast to the thick hair on her pubic area.
Looking at my mother's genitals, I couldn't help but imagine my father and mother making love. I imagined
my father's obese body pressing down on my mother, his protruding belly squeezed to the sides, while he lifted his
large, white buttocks, his hands bracing against the bed, thrusting forcefully into her. I also imagined my mother's
vagina being penetrated by my father's penis. When I saw my mother's face, images of her joyful
expression and her pained expression when my father had sex with her after drinking flashed through my mind, to the point that I even made mistakes while playing cards.
After a while, my father came in, and my mother left, ending my little drama!
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I have some other experiences, and I don't know if you feel from my descriptions that this is truly my—
an ordinary boy's—real experience. I like to encourage everyone to write about their real experiences through my writing
, rather than relying on fabricated stories to earn points. I hope you will communicate with me more. If there are many
replies , I will continue to write.
In addition, I have a few questions I would like to discuss with my friends.
1. My mother is 48 years old. Is it still possible for me to have sex with her? (Because I have never actually had casual sex with her.)
2. If so, what methods would be used?
Thanks for the reminder, Benben, but I don't know how to find women like that, and I really enjoy casual conversations.
My little tidbits (miscellaneous things):
First, thank you to all the friends who replied to my post. What interests me most is a friend's
question women my age. I'd like to ask this friend to elaborate, or rather
, are there any female friends reading this post? Do you have sexual interests?
Now, let's talk about something else. I think I have a voyeuristic tendency.
Before high school, I wasn't aware of this interest until one time I
saw something in the compound where I lived…
It was the second semester of my first year of high school, a Saturday. Because it was autumn, the weather was still quite warm, and many people
were talking there. After school, I came out. I started by sitting in the courtyard,
chatting with the uncles and aunties. Because I was one of the better students among the high school students in the compound, I was quite popular.
When I sat there, an older woman, probably around 35, wearing a housewife-
style dress, sat opposite me. When I glanced at her occasionally, I noticed her legs were spread apart
, revealing white panties with black pubic hair along the edges. At that moment, my penis became erect;
it was the first time I'd seen someone other than my mother's private parts.
A while later, the woman got up to use the restroom. Since it was a public restroom, I became emboldened
and followed her into the women's restroom (because the men's and women's restrooms were in a small courtyard with one entrance). People probably thought I
was just using the restroom. Once inside, I squatted down in front and looked down, seeing her genitals. I don't
remember , but it was very alluring.
This was my first time seeing it, so I didn't write it down well.
Later, my family moved upstairs, and I began my experience of spying with binoculars.
The area downstairs from my apartment was rented out to restaurant staff, so I had excellent opportunities to watch them.
In the evenings, they would come back to shower. Once, I looked down from the balcony and saw a woman who
had just showered coming up to collect her laundry. Her fair skin and the view of her breasts from above left
a deep impression on me. As she collected the laundry, the person inside said, "Xiaojing, don't let anyone see."
The woman chuckled a few times and said, "It's so late, who would see?" Then she went back inside.
I went to the other side of the balcony, which was where they slept. There was a bed right by the window.
I waited for a while and saw a woman, about 20 years old, walk naked to the bedside, holding
a towel and drying herself. She looked like she had just showered. She carefully dried her breasts, which were small
and had red nipples. Then she dried her genitals, put on red underwear, and sat on
the bed to read.
I thought it was going to end there, but a few minutes later, she put the book aside, lifted her buttocks
, pulled down her underwear, took a piece of toilet paper from the side, folded it into a ball, then spread her legs, placed one hand
on her lower abdomen, lowered her head, and used the other hand to wipe her genitals a few times with the toilet paper, smelling it. Then she took another piece of paper, used two
fingers to separate her genitals, and carefully wiped them again, looking incredibly alluring.
I noticed that she didn't have much pubic hair, her labia were dark red, but the inside was red. She
carefully , looked at it again, then crumpled the paper up and threw it on the ground before
putting her underwear back on.
Another time, I saw what was roughly what happened when people in the building across the street were having sex. And I knew that person; he
used to live very close to me, so it was especially exciting.
I first saw the woman, topless and wearing only underwear, walking around the bedroom, probably tidying up. Her
breasts were somewhat sagging, sometimes swaying with her movements. After a while, the man, also
wearing only underwear, came in. The woman went to the window and drew the curtains, but after a few minutes, she opened them again, probably
because it was hot. They turned off the bedroom lights, leaving only a small red light on.
Although it was hard to see clearly, it was still very stimulating.
Next, I saw them lying on the bed watching TV. Later, they turned the TV off. Because their window
was next to another window, I couldn't see them completely. Then I saw the man roll over, probably
on top of the woman. After a while, I saw the man prop himself up with his hands, and I could see his...
His upper body swayed rhythmically back and forth, clearly enjoying himself.
After about five or six minutes, the man suddenly thrust forward, paused for a few seconds,
and then collapsed. A moment later, the woman got up, covered her genitals with toilet paper,
and went into the bathroom. Standing by the toilet with her legs spread, she bent down to take some toilet
paper , then sat on the toilet to urinate. Afterward, she wiped herself, took some more toilet paper,
turned off the bathroom light, and went to the bedroom.
They probably took care of the aftermath; a short while later, the small red light went out.
The night enveloped everything…

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