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I've seen my dad and mom having sex. 

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There's something that's been weighing on my mind for many years, something I've never dared to tell anyone except my wife. Thanks to the internet, I can finally write it down.
This extremely secret thing is that I've seen my mother's nude photos. My mother graduated from a relatively prestigious university and was later assigned to a research unit. At the time, she was considered a highly educated professional. My father also graduated from the same university; they were classmates and met in school.
Here's what happened: I first became curious about sex when I was in second or third grade, I can't remember the exact year. Perhaps because I was too young, I slept with my parents at night—they slept in the big bed, and I slept on the sofa.
One night, the sounds of them making love woke me up. I vaguely saw my father on top of my mother. My mother was just breathing, not making a sound. Maybe because I was sleeping next to her, and because it was winter and cold, they were both covered with blankets, so I couldn't see anything except the blankets moving up and down.
Later, around winter break, I was doing my homework at home during the day. The desk was one of those old-fashioned office desks, with a large drawer on the left and three drawers on the right. I accidentally pulled one open and found the large drawer unlocked.
Curious, I opened it and found several photo albums inside. Flipping through them, I felt my blood rush to my head. They were full of nude photos of my mother, all black and white—some of her taking a bath, some lying in bed, some standing in a room—with labels saying "Photo taken at 27," "Photo taken at 30."
I felt completely dizzy after seeing them and was terrified of being discovered, so I quickly put them back. But later, like an addiction, I couldn't forget them and kept wanting to look at them again. However, I couldn't find the key, and I couldn't rely on my father forgetting to lock the drawer again. I was very anxious.
Then, a brilliant idea struck me. I noticed that the adjacent first drawer on the right was connected to the locked one above, with a gap about an inch wide—just big enough for my hand to fit through. I tried to reach in and actually got the photo albums.
Later, I would secretly take it out to look at whenever I had the chance, until I was in the second year of junior high school. During that time, the number of photos kept increasing. After looking at them for a while, I noticed a pattern: basically every two or three years on the night of my mother's birthday, my father would go to bed with my mother early in the bedroom, and a few days later I would find new nude photos of my mother in the drawer. I thought my father would take pictures of her on her birthday night as a keepsake.
Later, as I grew up and my hands got bigger, I couldn't reach inside anymore, so I had to give up.
Later, when I was in high school, during a holiday, I was bored, and my father was away on a business trip. So I secretly made a copy of the drawer key that my father had left behind, and opened the drawer before my mother came back from work. This time, I finally saw everything in the drawer.
There were not only photo albums, but also other things, such as condoms, some books on sex education, and a notebook that my father kept. It contained detailed descriptions of how my parents met, their intimate caresses before marriage, and their sexual intercourse after marriage.
In the photo album next to it, I found some new photos I hadn't seen before. They were still mostly nude photos of my mother alone, but different from before. There were many close-ups of her genitals, and the poses were becoming increasingly lewd. Some were of her with her legs spread wide apart on the bed, others of her spreading her legs wide open, smiling seductively at the camera. There were dozens of photos in total, but they were all black and white, developed by my father himself.
My father bought the developing and printing chemicals, photographic paper, and a homemade simple film enlarger. Later, I often looked at them, and even secretly watched my mother shower, but I couldn't see clearly; they were just dark blurs, not as clear as the photographs.
Later, when we moved, I secretly took a few negatives and have kept them ever since. Now my mother is over 50, and I've basically seen all her physiques from when she was 28 until now.
I know it's wrong to do this, but it's like a drug addiction. Every time I tell myself it's the last time, and after watching it I feel guilty and regretful, but soon I really want to watch it again. The psychological pressure is quite a lot. Fortunately, I've basically returned to normal now and haven't watched it again.
Let me tell you some details. Later, when I was 12, I was assigned a two-bedroom apartment. My bedroom and my parents' room were connected by a small square window. At that time, I also wanted to watch them have sex. I tried to look through that window, but they didn't turn on the light, so I couldn't see anything clearly.
My mother was pretty, above average by the standards of the time. Her figure was also acceptable. From the photos, my mother didn't have much pubic hair, mostly distributed on the top of her head, with some on the sides of her labia. Her
labia majora were quite full, basically covering her labia minora. You could only see two narrow slits of the labia minora. If I didn't spread her vulva open myself, I could only see a thin slit. I guess it was still very tight inside at that time, and it must have felt very comfortable.
In the photos taken later, when she was in her forties, perhaps because she had completely let go, her poses were quite provocative. Some showed her buttocks facing the camera directly, and close-ups from behind showed very clear details. It's also clear that her father had shaved off all his pubic hair, leaving it bald and quite cute.
Areas that used to be covered by pubic hair were now clearly visible. However, her figure had started to change; she had gained a lot of belly fat, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties or thirties. Photos taken while she was lying in bed looked fine, but these flaws became more apparent in photos taken while she was standing.
Let me also tell you about the time I peeked through the window at my parents having sex. It was evening, after our whole family had showered. Since it was before bedtime and no outsiders were expected, we were all dressed casually. My father and I were wearing shorts and tank tops, while my mother wore a t-shirt without a bra, shorts, and a skirt she usually wore when doing housework, which reached her knees.
My family and I were watching TV on the sofa. Back then, our TV was a 17-inch black and white one. I vaguely remember it was showing *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. I was engrossed in watching it, but after only half an hour, my parents called me to bed because it was too late, I had school the next day, and final exams were coming up soon. I lingered for a while, but I couldn't stay
in bed any longer, so I reluctantly went back to my room, closed the door, and prepared to sleep. However, our old house wasn't soundproof at all. Lying in bed, I could hear the fighting and shouting coming from the TV in the next room. I was itching to go to sleep. Suddenly, I saw a light on the transom window, and a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the high-end toy binoculars I had just bought. So I quietly got up, took out the binoculars, and quietly climbed from the chair onto the high cabinet.
Haha, I could easily see the TV! Looking through the binoculars, although it wasn't as powerful as modern military binoculars, the room wasn't far away, so I could still see very clearly, as if the TV was right in front of me. And so I started watching TV like that.
I was watching TV, occasionally glancing at my parents to see if they were coming to my room so I could sneak back to bed. I found they were also watching TV and showed no sign of getting up, so I felt even more comfortable watching.
(A brief description of my parents' height: my dad is 1.76 meters tall and slightly overweight at the time; my mom is 1.58 meters tall and petite.)
About half an hour later, past midnight, I suddenly saw my dad get up. I was startled and was about to climb down from the high cabinet when I saw him walk to the door, close it, and lock it. Then he went to the window, first checking if the curtains were drawn properly, then went to the TV and turned the volume down so low I could barely hear it. He then went back to the sofa, reached out and turned on the table lamp on the coffee table—a 40-watt bulb—and the room instantly brightened.
My heart skipped a beat. I sensed something was off and guessed they might be up to something. I'd spied on them before, but I'd only gone after I'd heard noises in the middle of the night. I'd only ever seen Dad on top of Mom, and the lighting was dim, not as bright as it was today. Plus, they had binoculars. I felt a surge of excitement and decided to get a good look.
After Dad finished doing all that, he leaned back on the sofa, put his mouth close to Mom's ear, and whispered a few words. Mom chuckled a few times, then playfully punched Dad. Dad then reached his left hand behind Mom's back to her waist, while his right hand slid up her thigh and reached inside her skirt. Mom's right buttock lifted slightly, then her left. A moment later, Dad's right hand slid out and pulled down Mom's underwear. Mom lifted her leg slightly, letting Dad remove the underwear from her legs. Dad then casually stuffed Mom's underwear into the corner of the sofa.
Then, his left hand continued to reach inside Mom's undershirt and caress her. I could only see Dad's hand moving inside the undershirt. After a while, Dad probably felt the undershirt was in the way, so he slowly pulled it up to Mom's neck, revealing her breasts. They were already slightly sagging, with two large, brown nipples set in the center. Dad's hand caressed her breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and sometimes putting his mouth to them.
I looked at Mom's expression and saw her making soft moaning sounds and swallowing hard. At this moment, Dad's right hand slowly slipped under Mom's skirt. I could only see the skirt moving. A little while later, Mom also reached into Dad's pants and began to caress him. Meanwhile, the TV was also showing a lively scene, and it seemed like they were matching the TV program. The more intense the scene on TV, the faster their hands moved; the more relaxed the scene on TV, the slower their hands moved.
Soon, Mom couldn't hold on any longer; her body went limp, and she leaned against Dad. Dad let her lie down on the sofa, her head resting on his lap. With his left hand, he easily pulled off Mom's undershirt, and with his right hand, he lifted her skirt to her lower abdomen. He gently spread her legs, wide enough to fit a fist, and then placed his right hand over her genitals, stroking them up and down.
Mom's genitals were facing the wall with the air vent. I quickly aimed my binoculars at Mom's private parts. I had only seen them in photos before; I had never seen them in person.
Mom's pubic hair wasn't very thick, distributed in an inverted triangle at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so, it still looked like a dark mass, and I couldn't clearly see the details inside Mom's genitals.
Then, I saw my father's large hand frequently stroking my mother's genitals. Soon, he used his index and ring fingers to separate the pubic hair on both sides, and his middle finger slid up and down along the slit. Then, he slowly inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother made a gurgling sound, but he didn't insert his finger all the way in, only to the first joint of his middle finger before withdrawing it. He kept going in and out like this, and soon the area became damp.
Then, my father whispered a few words in my mother's ear. At first, my mother shook her head and whispered, "No, what's so interesting? I've seen it so many times."
My father then said softly, "You never get tired of watching it, it's always new!"
He leaned down and whispered something in my mother's ear, while his finger moved in and out of my mother's vagina more tightly. Finally, my mother blushed and nodded slightly. My father seemed very happy and suddenly stood up, which startled me. I shrank back, thinking he was going to come over, but I saw my father lift my mother up by the waist and put her on the bed, still with her head facing the TV, and pull off her skirt.
By this time, Mom was completely naked, and the angle was even better for me. I was so happy! Then Dad took off his vest and underwear.
He went to the shelf where he kept odds and ends, took some things and put them on the coffee table. He turned around and turned off the TV, giving Mom a mischievous smile. Mom glared at him, turned her head away, and closed her eyes slightly.
I looked closely and saw that Dad had taken a razor, baby powder, a flashlight, and a roll of toilet paper. I saw Dad tear off a piece of toilet paper, then grab a towel from the sofa armrest, go to the door, roll up the toilet paper, and spread Mom's legs wider. He first wiped Mom's genitals with the toilet paper to clean up the water, then took the towel and placed it under Mom's buttocks. He opened the tube of baby powder, dipped the sponge inside in the powder and applied it to Mom's genitals. Then he picked up the razor and carefully began to shave Mom's pubic hair.
As the razor moved, pubic hair mixed with powder fell off, and in no time it was clean. I felt a surge of excitement because I could see very clearly through the binoculars. My mother's vulva, after being shaved, was a deep reddish-brown color. Now I knew that was the color of a mature woman. Her labia majora were very full, and I could clearly see the two thin labia minora inside. It looked quite tight inside, and it seemed so close, almost within reach. It was truly a smooth and wonderful thing.
After Dad finished shaving, he wrapped a towel in a ball and put it on the sofa. Then he dragged a pillow down and placed it under Mom's lower back. He then bent Mom's legs, with the soles of her feet flat on the bed, and spread them as wide as possible into an M shape. At the same time, he guided Mom's hands, letting her try to spread her vulva open herself. Then he picked up a flashlight, turned it on, and shone it on Mom's vulva, bringing his face close to observe carefully. This was a feast for my eyes too. Everything was so clear. Of course, it was still slightly inferior to a photograph, but it was real, living flesh.
A moment later, I saw Dad insert his middle finger again and start stirring. Mom made "hmm, hmm" sounds and began to twist her body.
Then Dad leaned closer to Mom and began kissing her, moving downwards, kissing her left breast, then her right, then down her navel, finally reaching her genitals. Dad lifted Mom's legs and pressed them upwards as far as he could, so that her feet were above his head. Then he had Mom hold her legs with her hands and spread them apart.
At this point, Mom's genitals were completely facing upwards. Dad placed his hands on Mom's legs, buried his head between her legs, and began to lick her vulva, nodding up and down. I felt dizzy; this was something I had never seen before, it was so stimulating.
After licking for a while, I saw that Mom couldn't take it anymore. Her brows furrowed slightly, her head shook back and forth, her body trembled, and she desperately tried not to scream, making strange sounds in her throat. Finally, unable to support her legs with her hands, she had to lower them, spreading them wide apart so her father could continue licking her, making smacking sounds, like eating an ice pop.
Soon, her father gently pushed her, and she understood, turning over and kneeling on the bed, her elbows on the pillows, her buttocks raised high, allowing her father to lick her from behind. Her father placed his hands on her buttocks, using his thumbs to forcefully separate her labia majora, and then vigorously licked her, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vagina, touching her clitoris with the tip. At this time, her buttocks swayed, drawing clockwise circles, and streams of fluid flowed out, which her father sucked into his mouth.
This continued for more than ten minutes until her father finally lifted his head and gently patted her buttocks. She then lay back down, this time on her side, moving slightly towards the edge of the bed, her left leg straight and her right leg bent, supporting her on the bed.
Dad moved to the bedside in front of the coffee table, raised his left leg and knelt on the bed, standing on his right leg. He held his already erect penis in his left hand and extended it towards Mom, while his right hand held Mom's head. Mom understood, so she turned her head, reached out her right hand and grasped Dad's penis, gesturing for him to release it. She stroked it a few times, then opened her mouth and took Dad's penis into her mouth, moving her head back and forth, her tongue rolling, making "mmm, mmm" sounds.
Meanwhile, Dad's left hand wasn't idle either. Sometimes he pinched Mom's nipples, sometimes he squeezed her breasts hard, deforming them, and sometimes he reached down to touch Mom's vagina, inserting his middle finger into her vulva and moving it in and out rapidly.
After licking for about five minutes, Mom spat out Dad's penis. Dad rolled onto the bed, lifted Mom's legs high above her head, and thrust his buttocks in suddenly. Mom let out a soft "Ah," seemingly completely relaxed, letting Dad ride on her. Dad released Mom's legs, and Mom naturally wrapped them around his waist.
Dad then lay on top of Mom and began thrusting, his penis slowly withdrawing and then forcefully plunging in again, back and forth for a long time. Later, the movements became faster and faster, and all that could be heard was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with the slippery, wet sounds and Mom's indistinct moans. Finally, Dad suddenly jerked and lay motionless on top of Mom.
A moment later, I saw Mom push Dad away, and Dad lay down next to her. Mom's legs were spread wide, and white, cloudy semen slowly flowed from her vagina. Dad reached out and handed Mom some tissues from the coffee table. Mom sat up, bent down, and carefully wiped her genitals. After cleaning them, she lay back down. Seeing that they were finished, I quickly and quietly climbed down. After a while, I vaguely heard the sound of water being poured into a basin; it must have been Dad and Mom washing themselves.
I went back to bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, my mind filled with the scene from earlier. I don't know how long it was before I finally drifted off to sleep…

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