Parents' Love

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My mother is a teacher, but my parents provided me with almost no sex education growing up, which I believe is similar to many families. When I was approaching middle school, as my body developed, I developed a strong curiosity about sex and a desire to try it out. Of course, actual experimentation was impossible, but I could do one thing—watch!
My mother is beautiful, not very tall, and is now in her forties. From childhood to adulthood, I have seen her naked body many times, intentionally or unintentionally, and I have also spied on her and my father's sex life many times. Before our house was renovated, my parents' bedroom door was an old-fashioned wooden door with a small crack. If I crouched down, I could see my parents' entire bed through the crack.
When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I stayed at my grandparents' house. The house was cramped, so I slept in the same bed as my parents. That night, I vaguely felt something was off about them. When I woke up the next morning, they were already up, but I felt something like plastic wrapping paper under the covers. When I picked it up, I saw it was torn in half, and the word "contraception" was printed on it (obviously the word "condom" was torn off). After that experience, I became increasingly curious about my parents' relationship, and that crack in the door was undoubtedly the best window for peeping. Around middle school, after I roughly learned about that kind of thing, I often curiously observed their daily life through that crack.
Many times, I deliberately got up early and tiptoed to my parents' room, each time with the excitement of an adventure mixed with the guilt of a thief. I often saw the blankets on my parents' window piled high and occasionally wriggling, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just their ups and downs. I didn't know why, so I stopped looking.
During the summer vacation of 1999, my parents and I went on a two-week trip. When we got home, perhaps due to the fatigue of the long journey, they both said they were tired, even though it was only noon when we arrived. After they went to their room to sleep, I couldn't resist my curiosity and went to peek at them. This time, the difference was that my mother's face was sticking out of the blanket, and the room was very bright. Under the blanket, it was clearly the height of two people overlapping. My father was kissing my mother's body, and I heard the sound of a condom being torn. My mother and father hadn't had a chance to be intimate for more than ten days, and this must have been because their desire was unbearable. Finally, the blanket started to move more and more, and then it was pulled off! In the bright sunlight of the room, their naked bodies were tightly intertwined. Mom's legs were raised and draped over Dad's back, her arms wrapped tightly around his back and shoulders. On the bed, only a meter or so away from me, the two naked bodies were locked in passionate intercourse, one on top of the other. Mom moved her lower body in rhythm with the movements. Unfortunately, due to the angle, I couldn't see their joined parts, but I could hear the squelching sound of Dad's penis thrusting in and out of Mom's vagina, the sound of his penis squeezing out the vaginal fluid. Mom's vagina must have been very wet and slippery, otherwise, there wouldn't have been that sound. Dad was kneading Mom's breasts; I could see that her brown nipples were already erect. Their desire was burning intensely; they were completely absorbed in their passionate lovemaking, entwined and inseparable. I never imagined I would witness such a scene of intercourse so closely. Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth open, breathing softly. Gradually, Dad's movements became more vigorous. Suddenly, he shuddered, then collapsed onto Mom, panting heavily. Just as Dad ejaculated, I saw Mom's toes clench and unclench as if electrocuted, seemingly exhausted as well. She let out a long breath, and both of them were panting heavily. A dozen seconds later, Mom kissed Dad's cheek, and Dad turned and pressed his lips to Mom's, kissing her passionately. This was the first time I had clearly seen my parents kiss. It lasted almost a minute, the sounds of their kissing and teeth clashing were deafening. When they parted, their tongues were still connected by a few strands of saliva. Mom then smiled and whispered something to Dad, her hands roaming and stroking his back. They lay like that for several minutes, then Dad rolled over to his side—the side facing me, completely blocking Mom's genitals! I watched as he removed the condom from his limp penis, wrapped it in toilet paper, and tossed it under the bed. My mother turned to her side, took the toilet paper my father had brought from the bedside, tore off a piece, and wiped her genitals. Unfortunately, my father blocked her view. Then, she propped her head up with one hand and reached down to my father's lower abdomen, stroking his pubic hair and limp penis with the other. My father pulled my mother close, grabbed her breast with one hand, and they shared another passionate kiss. Afterward, they covered themselves with the blanket and went to sleep, as they usually took afternoon naps. My heart pounding, I felt unsatisfied and stood squatting in front of the door for a long time. Finding they were indeed asleep, I returned to my room and, reliving the scene of my parents' intercourse, masturbated with great pleasure. However, I guessed that one time wouldn't be enough to make up for the "homework" they'd been owing for so long, so I planned to spy on them again that night.
That night, Mom went to bed early. Dad didn't return to his bedroom until after midnight after watching TV. I waited until he went into his room and heard the door lock. I immediately went to the door, but the light was immediately turned off. In my utter helplessness, I quickly heard their whispering voices inside, followed by the sounds of kissing, then the sound of tearing a condom, panting, and the sounds of their bodies colliding. After seven or eight minutes, all the sounds in the darkness amplified several times, reaching a climax. After the sound of tearing paper and wiping, everything returned to calm. That night, I reflected on the unprecedented gains of the entire day. I had witnessed almost everything in my parents' most private moments, but I felt no guilt amidst my excitement. I knew that what my parents were doing was normal and legitimate, and their image in my mind had not changed at all. On the contrary, I felt happy for my parents' love for each other. Wasn't it good that their sexual happiness provided me with the most direct opportunity for sex education? However, I still regret not seeing my mother's genitals, so I wondered if they were doing it in the morning. So, the next morning, at the crack of dawn, I went to their bedroom door again. Through the crack, I saw in the dim morning light that the blankets were rising and falling, but their upper bodies were exposed. Clearly, neither the day nor the night had exhausted their passion. Dad was on top, Mom was on the bottom, embracing him, kissing him intermittently. Dad moved to Mom's neck, kissing and kneading her breasts. Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, showing a blissful expression. Her lower body was covered by the blanket, but the thrusting wasn't fast. After a while, they rolled over, Mom on top, her breasts trembling with the thrusting of Dad's penis into her vagina. Then they rolled over again, Dad gaining the upper hand once more. In the dim morning light, Mom and Dad were making love all over the bed! It was a beautiful sight!! About ten minutes later, Dad's thrusting quickened, and suddenly he jerked violently. I knew he had ejaculated. Mom let out a soft moan. This must be a woman's orgasm, right? Dad got off Mom, both of them panting heavily, and then shared a passionate kiss. After a while, Mom got up and sat up, spreading her legs so they faced me. It was the first time I'd seen Mom's genitals clearly, the first time I'd ever seen real female genitalia. Mom's pubic hair was sparse, her labia majora were thin, and her labia minora were slightly dark. Her labia were everted and very wet from the intimate contact with Dad's penis. A little bit of white fluid was coming out of her vaginal opening; clearly, Dad had ejaculated directly into Mom's vagina! They hadn't used a condom this time! Mom tore off a piece of toilet paper, folded it, and placed it between her legs (obviously to prevent the semen from flowing back and staining her underwear), then put on her underwear and pajamas and came out. I quickly moved away, pretending nothing had happened, but I was so excited I almost fainted.
Later, there were many similar incidents. I figured they seemed to have sex in the morning, or perhaps once before bed and once before waking up.
One time, however, it was quite unusual. It was a night when I'm a very alert sleeper. In my drowsy state, I heard a rhythmic banging on the door. The sound was coming from my parents' room, so I got up to investigate. I noticed a flickering light coming from their room—it must be the TV light. That's when I understood the purpose of those pornographic videos. But why was the door making the noise? Excitedly, I peered through the crack, but could only vaguely see their lower bodies—just the thickness of the door. They were having sex against the door! At such close range, I could hear my mother's moans, "Mmm... mmm mmm mmm." On one side of the door, my mother and father were having sex standing up while watching the TV screen; on the other side, I was eavesdropping. Just one door! Soon, they moved away from the doorway. Dad helped Mom to the corner of the bed and continued thrusting into her from behind. Mom occasionally turned her head to look in the direction of the TV. She gripped the sheets at the corner of the bed with both hands, her breasts trembling with Dad's thrusts. In the dim light, her expression was indescribable—a mixture of satisfaction and lust for Dad. This was so different from my mother. Her students would never see their teacher's beauty at this moment, but I could enjoy this sight. Dad ejaculated. Afraid they would come out, I quickly and nervously slipped back to my room. Sure enough, Mom came out. Through the crack in my half-open door, I saw her come out naked to use the bathroom. Judging from the sound, she only urinated a little. I immediately recalled the sex books in their bedside table that said women could wash away some semen by urinating after unprotected sex. It seemed they hadn't used a condom again. After she went back inside, the lights went out. I couldn't sleep that night. The next day, I deliberately asked innocently, "What happened at the door last night?" They woke me up. Mom immediately panicked and stammered out some incoherent reasons, while Dad just smiled and said nothing.
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