Spying on mom having sex and getting caught

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The following text records my unforgettable childhood experiences.

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 junior high 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—look!

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. By crouching 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 in the blanket. I picked it up and saw it was torn in half, with the words "contraception" 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 blanket on my parents' window piled high and occasionally wriggling, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just the 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 well lit. Under the blanket, it was clearly two people stacked together. My father was inside, 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 over ten days, and this as soon as they got home must have been due to their uncontrollable desire. Finally, the blanket started to move more and more violently, 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 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 taken 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 long-overdue "homework," 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!! After about ten minutes, 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.

However, one time was quite special. One night, I was a very alert sleeper. In my drowsy state, I heard a rhythmic knocking sound coming from my parents' room. I got up to see what was going on and found a flashing light coming from their room. It must have been the TV light. That's when I understood the purpose of those pornographic films. But why was the door making the noise?

Excitedly peering through the crack, I could only vaguely see their lower bodies—just the thickness of a door. They were making love against the door! So close, I could hear my mother's panting, "Mmm... mmm mmm mmm." On one side of the door, my mother and father were having sex standing up, watching the television screen; on the other side, I was eavesdropping. Just a door! Soon, they moved away from the doorway. My father helped my mother to the corner of the bed and continued thrusting into her from behind. My mother occasionally turned her head to look in the direction of the television. She gripped the sheets at the corner of the bed, her breasts trembling with my father's thrusts. In the dim light, her expression was indescribable—a mixture of satisfaction and lust for my father. 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. My father 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 remembered what those sex books on their bedside table said about how women can 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 with that door last night? It woke me up." Mom immediately became nervous and stammered some reasons, while Dad just smiled and said nothing.

Back then, my dad would often travel for work, so I would often take the opportunity to sleep with my mom. She always indulged me and didn't object. Since we slept at opposite ends of the bed, I always wanted to use a flashlight to look at her genitals from under the covers while she was asleep, but she was always wearing underwear, so I couldn't see anything. As for doing anything inappropriate, I really didn't dare. One night, my dad returned from his trip; the train arrived around that time. My mom got up to pack his luggage. My dad's business trip was only for 7 or 8 days. Seeing that I was already asleep in their big bed, she didn't wake me. Actually, I was already awake, but I was just pretending to be asleep. As I expected, after a brief flurry of activity, I seemed to hear my mom whisper to my dad, "Let's get this done." "After saying that, I half-closed my eyes and watched her take a condom from under the bed where they kept condoms, and then she and Dad went back to my room. Then I heard the door lock. I figured they were going to have another big time; absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? But this time, they did it on my bed. I got excited immediately, got up from the window, and quietly walked to my bedroom door. I pressed my ear against the door, and there they were, making love passionately inside, moaning and the sounds of their bodies colliding. About half an hour later, I went back to bed, and Mom just opened the door and came back to sleep with me… In the morning, when I got up and went back to my room, I was both amused and exasperated to find Mom's pink bra still on my pillow… and lots of wet toilet paper on the floor.

Every time I watched Mom and Dad's live sex show, I couldn't help but go back to my room, tear off a piece of toilet paper, and masturbate several times, imagining that the person who was penetrating Mom wasn't Dad but me.

Mom and Dad's sex life was so frequent; I found many boxes of condoms under their bed, and even more under the mattress and pillows." Occasionally, there were used condoms and toilet paper lying on the floor under the bed, clearly forgotten to be cleaned up. I once picked up a used condom to examine it; inside was Dad's milky white semen, and the outer layer was undoubtedly the vaginal lubrication from Mom. It was slippery and watery; I licked it but didn't taste anything special. Judging from the decreasing number of condoms, I knew they had sex at least 4 to 5 times a week. Of course, the number of times they had sex without condoms was impossible to count, but it was definitely on weekends! Furthermore, their sex life seemed quite traditional; they didn't change positions much. I only ever saw Dad on top or Mom on top, occasionally rear-entry, but it wasn't as exaggerated as in porn or novels. I've never seen them perform oral sex.

These experiences are from the last century; Mom was not yet 40 at the time. Imagine seeing my mother naked in bed, revealing the deepest, most hidden side of a woman—sex—to her son, so different from her usual sternness and dignity—how exciting that must have been! Because our house underwent renovations, the room layout is different now, eliminating the opportunity for voyeurism. I had thought the chance to witness my mother and father's passionate sex was gone forever, and I lamented that my happy childhood would never return. However, my renewed curiosity about my parents' sex life recently triggered an unexpected and significant change. A hidden camera I got from a friend became my new means of spying. Do they still have sex? Are they still as passionate and enchanting as before? I desperately need to know the answer!

I hid this little device in an inconspicuous corner of their bedroom. The footage it captured could be directly transmitted to my computer. And so, one summer night last year, I saw what I hadn't seen in years on the screen. Under the bedside lamp, Mom was already in bed, and Dad followed, pulling off his underwear and holding a blue and white towel. I immediately got excited; they were definitely about to do it. Seeing him lift the thin blanket, Mom turned around and took off her pink nightgown, bra, and underwear, leaving her completely naked. The camera angle was about 15 degrees to the bed, so Mom's entire naked body was on full display. Compared to before, Mom's lower abdomen was a little plumper, but her breasts were still full, and her areolas were even redder than before. She took the towel from Dad and placed it under her buttocks; the pubic hair between her thighs seemed to have increased compared to my memory. Then Dad climbed on top of her, and after a simple kiss and hug, he penetrated her directly. The angle he had set beforehand was extremely successful! My mother's legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see my father's penis thrusting in and out of her! I excitedly started masturbating, being able to directly see my parents' genitals—this was a long-held wish! They remained in that position for about five minutes before my father stopped, pulling out his penis with semen. My mother used a towel placed under her buttocks to wipe her genitals, and also cleaned my father's now limp penis. I didn't see her climax; it all seemed like a routine procedure. Afterward, they threw the towel under the bed, turned off the light, and went to sleep. I couldn't sleep that night…

Afterward, I monitored my parents like this every day, but in half a month, I only saw them having sex four times. Once, they even turned off the light just before penetration, but the previous recording had already been made. I kept replaying, zooming in, and watching the slow-motion video of my parents' sex, masturbating like this again and again. Seventeen days after I first rewatched my parents' sex scene, on August 14th, a day I will never forget.

That night, I got home around 10 pm after a gathering with friends. As soon as I entered the house, I sensed something was off. My parents were sitting quietly in the living room, the TV off. "You're back?" my dad asked, his deep voice tinged with displeasure. "What's wrong?" I felt uneasy. Entering the living room, I saw my parents staring at me. Seeing the hidden camera and its wire on the table, I instantly collapsed. "What is this?" my mother asked. My mind went completely blank, like it had exploded. It felt like a dream; I wished it were, but it was real. I lowered my head, speechless, unable to face the immense embarrassment and shame. What could I say? What could I explain or defend myself with? "We also found a video of us…" (my mother hesitated, seemingly choosing a different word) on your computer. "

Where did you learn all this, you brat?" my dad demanded. I remained silent. I still regretted not putting the camera away during the day, not password-protecting the computer, and, even more foolishly, leaving the video files directly on the desktop! Your mom found this thing while cleaning the room today and asked why you were using it to spy on us.

I remained silent. After a few minutes of silence, Mom spoke: "Son, you're an adult now. It's understandable that you're curious or even yearning about matters between men and women, but using such low-level methods to gain this knowledge is wrong. However, it's probably also your dad and I'm to blame for not educating or guiding you in this area when you were little. We also bear responsibility for your mistake. Luckily, you did it at home; if you did it outside, you could be breaking the law and facing legal consequences!" Hearing Mom say this, I finally couldn't hold back my tears. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry… Actually, I've been spying on you since I was little. I was just immature and very curious about you. I did it again today because I miss those childhood days, I want to see you two being as loving as before, I want to know if you're still as happy as you were…

My parents exchanged glances. My mother said, "Don't cry. Your father and I are both highly educated and have a mature understanding of sex. Besides, you're an adult now, so we don't need to hide anything anymore. So, when was the first time you saw your father and me having sex?" "

Probably in middle school. How many times have I seen it?" "I don't remember. How did you feel after seeing it?" I… Faced with these completely unexpected questions, I was filled with shame and didn't know what to do. "Do you masturbate often?" my father asked directly. "Don't be embarrassed. I've already told you, and you've seen it. Are you still embarrassed?" "No, I don't have a girlfriend yet. Then go take a shower and go to sleep." After saying that, my parents got up and went back to their bedroom.

After I finished showering, I was still filled with shame and couldn't recover from what had just happened. I really wished I could dig a hole and crawl into it forever.

Suddenly, I heard my mother call me to our room. I lowered my head and went into their bedroom. I saw my parents sitting on the bed. My mother was wearing pajamas and had even put on makeup. Under the light, she looked dignified and beautiful, with a rosy complexion. She said, "Son, your dad and I have discussed it. We've said before that we're an open family, and it was our oversight not to give you serious sex education in the past. We're largely to blame for that, but it's not that we're afraid of the topic or deliberately avoiding it. Since things have come to this point, we want to make amends to you in a more open way." Dad added, "This year marks our 21st wedding anniversary. I'm 47, and your mom is 46. We've always wanted to commemorate it in some way. Perfect timing, son. You're not an outsider, so why don't you use this DV camera to film a loving moment between your mom and me?" What?! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You…you're going to…do that in front of me?

I asked, utterly astonished. "Hehe, many couples film their sex lives these days. There has to be a third person, but we don't trust anyone else," Mom said. "But you'll have to take your clothes off, otherwise we'll feel pressured." In an instant, the situation had turned into a rollercoaster ride, and I felt like I was about to faint.

So, like an idiot, I picked up the DV camera and pointed it at my parents on the bed. They told me to press rec to start recording, and then they started hugging and kissing. At this point, I felt incredibly embarrassed, my face burning hot. Then, my father reached inside my mother's robe, kneading her breasts, which were covered by a white bra. He removed the upper part of the robe, pulled down the left bra, and then continued to undo her belt, leaving her only with a bra half-hanging on her chest and white panties. Then, my father helped my mother lie down and gently pulled down her panties. He then told me to pause, "Son, you need to take yours off too." By this time, my mouth was dry, and the shyness from before had been almost completely washed away by my instinctive desire. Seeing my parents lying completely naked in front of me, I immediately took off all my clothes, pulled down my underwear, and my penis was fully erect in front of my mother. My mother glanced at my penis, slightly shy, perhaps because my size was even larger than my father's. As Dad continued, I canceled the pause, and my parents resumed their completely naked caresses and kisses, the sounds of their kisses filling the air.

I held the DV camera in both hands, the lens following Dad's hands and tongue as they roamed over Mom's body, from her closed-eye expression of pleasure, her neck, her firm nipples and still-rosy areolas, her lower abdomen, to her pubic hair, glistening with Dad's saliva… I realized I was about to lose control. No AV could stimulate my desire as much as the real scene before me; my penis was already swollen to its limit. Mom rolled over, pinning Dad beneath her, and began kissing him, from his mouth to his chest and then to his erect penis. My God! I had never seen them perform oral sex before. Mom turned around, and they immediately assumed a 69 position. I quickly moved closer to take a close-up shot: Mom was holding Dad's penis, swallowing and releasing the glans, while Dad was forcefully sucking on Mom's clitoris and vaginal opening, sweetly licking her already noticeably erect clitoris with his tongue. The vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina had already run down his face and onto the light blue bedspread.

Mom was moaning softly, while also diligently swallowing and releasing the penis. After ten minutes of foreplay and oral sex, Dad turned around again and pressed Mom down, spreading her legs apart. He was about to penetrate her. I immediately focused the camera on Mom's vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, zoomed in to the maximum focus, and locked onto her slightly open vaginal opening. He entered!

The vaginal fluid overflowed over the squeezed and turned-out labia minora, flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets. Dad slowly thrust in and out, squeezing out more vaginal fluid from Mom, which glistened on the DV screen. My parents seemed to ignore my presence as they made love, yet their excitement seemed to be heightened by my existence. I had spied on them making love as a child, but now they were performing for me right in front of us. Time flies, and it's hard not to sigh.

My mother moaned with her eyes closed, my father panted, and they kissed briefly, changing positions from the traditional missionary to the woman-on-top, then rear-entry. My father's thrusts gradually quickened, watching my mother's breasts tremble in mid-air; her high, upturned buttocks; listening to the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, wet and glistening like splashing water; the squelching sound of my father's penis thrusting in and out of my mother's overflowing vagina, watery and bubbly like a spring; my mother's

moans, soft and weak; I really couldn't take it anymore! After 18 minutes, finally, my father began to thrust faster from behind, ejaculating inside my mother's vagina a few seconds later. He pulled out his penis, panting, and lay down. I immediately zoomed in on my mother's genitals; they were already overflowing with a mixture of bodily fluids. Semen mixed with her vaginal fluids flowed from her vaginal opening, dripping slowly down her pubic hair onto the sheets, making a large wet patch (they hadn't used a towel to keep the image clean). Then, my father embraced my mother, and they kissed tenderly, their lips pressed together, their tongues deeply exploring each other's mouths for over a minute. "I love you," my mother said, looking deeply into my father's eyes. "I love you too," my father replied. "

You can stop

now," my father gestured. They separated, and my mother, seeing my uncontrollable expression, told me to put down the DV. I pressed the stop button, my whole body trembling, my face flushed, but I felt incredibly gratified and happy at this touching moment with my parents. Then my father said, "You and your mother can make love as a man and a woman. I know you couldn't resist; no man can resist." Upon hearing this, I immediately pounced on my mother without thinking. Sexual instinct had completely consumed my thoughts. I pinned her down, clumsily kissing and caressing her, from her breasts to her genitals, to between her legs… My father lay beside her, watching with an air of amusement.

My mother's body was burning hot, just like mine, her face flushed with embarrassment, after all, she was making love to someone else—her own son—in front of her husband. I aimed my penis at her wet vagina and inserted it into her body. In that instant, it meant I had returned to my mother's body after 20 years. My penis was enveloped by the wet, hot walls of my mother's vagina. I began to thrust, my hands tightly gripping my mother's breasts. She turned her face away, closed her eyes, and draped her legs over my back, moaning softly with my somewhat clumsy thrusts.

And so, I was having sex with my mother in front of my father, a dreamlike, ethereal feeling that was not a dream at all. My blood was boiling, but I ejaculated in less than a minute, all of it inside my mother's vagina.

And so, in front of my father, I gave my first time to my mother. I collapsed onto my mother, panting. She kissed my lips and said it was normal for this to happen the first time. Her earlier shyness vanished, and she continued, "But remember to use condoms when you have sex with your girlfriend in the future. I had surgery a few years ago to remove part of my uterus because of a gynecological condition, so I can't get pregnant. That's why you and your father can ejaculate directly inside me." She pointed to the surgical scar on her lower abdomen as she spoke. I pulled out my penis and looked at my mother's soaking wet vulva. Her pink labia minora and vaginal opening were slightly parted, and the semen I had ejaculated inside her, mixed with my father's semen, gushed out with even more vaginal fluid, making her vulva appear crystal clear. I couldn't resist bringing my lips to kiss her wetness again. She stroked my head and said, "This is where you were born."

At this point, I was completely free of shyness and reservations, and directly asked my mother, "I remember you didn't have this much pubic hair before, it seems more now." "The surgery required skin preparation, which means shaving all the hair off. After that one shaving, the hair naturally grew back thicker. What? Did you see me here before?" "Yes, you two had sex frequently back then. I often peeked at you having sex through a crack in the door. Once, after you and Dad finished, you spread your legs facing the door, and I saw it. It's been seven years and I still remember! I also know where you kept your condoms, what brand you used, and sometimes you'd leave used condoms under the bed without cleaning them up. And I even watched the porn you hid!"

I excitedly spilled all my secrets, feeling incredibly relieved. "You little rascal! You bad boy!" my parents said simultaneously. "Looks like I didn't need to teach you anything; you saw everything you should and shouldn't have known back then!" "Haha, I'm just concerned about you two. You used to have such strong sex drives; I could tell you went at least twice a week by counting the condoms. And that doesn't even include the many times I saw you didn't use condoms—those were my safe periods, you have to keep track.

Your dad and I love each other, that's why we had so much sex, understand?" Mom said. "Yes, no wonder they say a fulfilling sex life is the guarantee of a happy marriage. I haven't seen you two argue at all over the years." "But you have sex much less now, don't you want to?" I asked. "When you were born, your mom and I did it at least twice a day, sometimes more than twice, haha, but now we're older, it's just how it is, it's the natural order." "But your mom still wants quite a lot," Dad said proudly but helplessly. "Mom, you haven't reached orgasm yet, have you?"

I asked excitedly again, my lust quickly reigniting within me. After I finished speaking, Mom opened her legs again, and I penetrated her once more. I tried different positions and angles, ejaculating inside her a second and third time. Mom was also highly aroused, sucking on Dad's penis while I was penetrating her. I ejaculated, and Dad, aroused, took over. She turned around and took my penis into her mouth, giving me oral sex. Dad ejaculated, and I continued penetrating her, giving Mom no chance to catch her breath. On the fifth round, Mom climaxed. She was ecstatic from being fucked by us, father and son, her breasts even more swollen, her face even more flushed.

The repeated orgasms caused copious amounts of vaginal fluid and semen to gush from Mom's vagina, which, combined with our sweat, left the entire bedsheet almost completely soaked. So the three of us tore off the bedsheet and continued to indulge in physical pleasure. Dad and I took turns, recording each other. When we were both exhausted, we used our fingers to stimulate Mom's G-spot. Mom, experiencing a G-spot orgasm for the first time, moaned loudly, and vaginal fluid gushed out. Around 2 a.m., Mom became thirsty due to the excessive vaginal fluid and sweat, so I got up to get water for everyone to replenish their fluids and took a short rest... Afterwards, our whole family was immersed in a sea of sex all night, enjoying pure sexual pleasure together.

The next day, I woke up around 10 a.m. Looking at each other's naked bodies, we made a pact: our family adheres to the principle of sexual openness. Within the family, provided my mother is healthy, I can have sex with her as often as possible while she's home until I graduate from university. This is to address my masturbation issues and my father's inability to satisfy my mother's sexual needs. After saying this, in the bright morning sunlight, my mother and I had morning sex again in front of my father.

The following text records my unforgettable childhood experience.

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 almost in junior high, 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—look!

My mother is beautiful, not very tall, and 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 squatted 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 in the blanket. I picked it up and saw it was torn in half, with the words "contraception" 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 blanket on my parents' window piled high and occasionally wriggling, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just the 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 well lit. Under the blanket, it was clearly two people stacked together. My father was inside, 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 over ten days, and this was clearly an overwhelming desire as soon as they got home. Finally, the blanket started to move more and more violently, 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 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 taken 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 long-overdue "homework," 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!! After about ten minutes, 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 and gasps. On one side of the door, my parents were standing and having sex while watching the TV. 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 became nervous and stammered out some reasons, while Dad just smiled and said nothing.

At that time, Dad would often go on business trips, so I would often take the opportunity to sleep with Mom. She always went along with it and didn't object. Since we slept at opposite ends of the bed, I always wanted to use a flashlight to look at her genitals from under the covers while she was asleep, but she was always wearing underwear, so I couldn't see anything. As for doing anything inappropriate, I really didn't dare. It was late one night when Dad came back from his trip; the train arrived around that time. Mom got up to pack his luggage. Dad's business trip was only for 7 or 8 days. Seeing that I was already asleep in their big bed, she didn't wake me up. Actually, I had already been woken up, but I was just pretending to be asleep. As I expected, after a short while of fussing, I seemed to hear Mom whisper to Dad, "Let's do it." "After saying that, I half-closed my eyes and watched her take a condom from under the bed where they kept condoms, and then she and Dad went back to my room. Then I heard the door lock. I figured they were going to have another big time; absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? But this time, they did it on my bed. I got excited immediately, got up from the window, and quietly walked to my bedroom door. I pressed my ear against the door, and there they were, making love passionately inside, moaning and the sounds of their bodies colliding. About half an hour later, I went back to bed, and Mom just opened the door and came back to sleep with me… In the morning, when I got up and went back to my room, I was both amused and exasperated to find Mom's pink bra still on my pillow… and lots of wet toilet paper on the floor.

Every time I watched Mom and Dad's live sex show, I couldn't help but go back to my room, tear off a piece of toilet paper, and masturbate several times, imagining that the person who was penetrating Mom wasn't Dad but me.

Mom and Dad's sex life was so frequent; I found many boxes of condoms under their bed, and even more under the mattress and pillows." Occasionally, there were used condoms and toilet paper lying on the floor under the bed, clearly forgotten to be cleaned up. I once picked up a used condom to examine it; inside was Dad's milky white semen, and the outer layer was undoubtedly the vaginal lubrication from Mom. It was slippery and watery; I licked it but didn't taste anything special. Judging from the decreasing number of condoms, I knew they had sex at least 4 to 5 times a week. Of course, the number of times they had sex without condoms was impossible to count, but it was definitely on weekends! Furthermore, their sex life seemed quite traditional; they didn't change positions much. I only ever saw Dad on top or Mom on top, occasionally rear-entry, but it wasn't as exaggerated as in porn or novels. I've never seen them perform oral sex.

These experiences are from the last century; Mom was not yet 40 at the time. Imagine seeing my mother naked in bed, revealing the deepest, most hidden side of a woman—sex—to her son, so different from her usual sternness and dignity—how exciting that must have been! Because our house underwent renovations, the room layout is different now, eliminating the opportunity for voyeurism. I had thought the chance to witness my mother and father's passionate sex was gone forever, and I lamented that my happy childhood would never return. However, my renewed curiosity about my parents' sex life recently triggered an unexpected and significant change. A hidden camera I got from a friend became my new means of spying. Do they still have sex? Are they still as passionate and enchanting as before? I desperately need to know the answer!

I hid this little device in an inconspicuous corner of their bedroom. The footage it captured could be directly transmitted to my computer. And so, one summer night last year, I saw what I hadn't seen in years on the screen. Under the bedside lamp, Mom was already in bed, and Dad followed, pulling off his underwear and holding a blue and white towel. I immediately got excited; they were definitely about to do it. Seeing him lift the thin blanket, Mom turned around and took off her pink nightgown, bra, and underwear, leaving her completely naked. The camera angle was about 15 degrees to the bed, so Mom's entire naked body was on full display. Compared to before, Mom's lower abdomen was a little plumper, but her breasts were still full, and her areolas were even redder than before. She took the towel from Dad and placed it under her buttocks; the pubic hair between her thighs seemed to have increased compared to my memory. Then Dad climbed on top of her, and after a simple kiss and hug, he penetrated her directly. The angle he had set beforehand was extremely successful! My mother's legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see my father's penis thrusting in and out of her! I excitedly started masturbating, being able to directly see my parents' genitals—this was a long-held wish! They remained in that position for about five minutes before my father stopped, pulling out his penis with semen. My mother used a towel placed under her buttocks to wipe her genitals, and also cleaned my father's now limp penis. I didn't see her climax; it all seemed like a routine procedure. Afterward, they threw the towel under the bed, turned off the light, and went to sleep. I couldn't sleep that night…

Afterward, I monitored my parents like this every day, but in half a month, I only saw them having sex four times. Once, they even turned off the light just before penetration, but the previous recording had already been made. I kept replaying, zooming in, and watching the slow-motion video of my parents' sex, masturbating like this again and again. Seventeen days after I first rewatched my parents' sex scene, on August 14th, a day I will never forget.

That night, I got home around 10 pm after a gathering with friends. As soon as I entered the house, I sensed something was off. My parents were sitting quietly in the living room, the TV off. "You're back?" my dad asked, his deep voice tinged with displeasure. "What's wrong?" I felt uneasy. Entering the living room, I saw my parents staring at me. Seeing the hidden camera and its wire on the table, I instantly collapsed. "What is this?" my mother asked. My mind went completely blank, like it had exploded. It felt like a dream; I wished it were, but it was real. I lowered my head, speechless, unable to face the immense embarrassment and shame. What could I say? What could I explain or defend myself with? "We also found a video of us…" (my mother hesitated, seemingly choosing a different word) on your computer. "

Where did you learn all this, you brat?" my dad demanded. I remained silent. I still regretted not putting the camera away during the day, not password-protecting the computer, and, even more foolishly, leaving the video files directly on the desktop! Your mom found this thing while cleaning the room today and asked why you were using it to spy on us.

I remained silent. After a few minutes of silence, Mom spoke: "Son, you're an adult now. It's understandable that you're curious or even yearning about matters between men and women, but using such low-level methods to gain this knowledge is wrong. However, it's probably also your dad and I'm to blame for not educating or guiding you in this area when you were little. We also bear responsibility for your mistake. Luckily, you did it at home; if you did it outside, you could be breaking the law and facing legal consequences!" Hearing Mom say this, I finally couldn't hold back my tears. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry… Actually, I've been spying on you since I was little. I was just immature and very curious about you. I did it again today because I miss those childhood days, I want to see you two being as loving as before, I want to know if you're still as happy as you were…

My parents exchanged glances. My mother said, "Don't cry. Your father and I are both highly educated and have a mature understanding of sex. Besides, you're an adult now, so we don't need to hide anything anymore. So, when was the first time you saw your father and me having sex?" "

Probably in middle school. How many times have I seen it?" "I don't remember. How did you feel after seeing it?" I… Faced with these completely unexpected questions, I was filled with shame and didn't know what to do. "Do you masturbate often?" my father asked directly. "Don't be embarrassed. I've already told you, and you've seen it. Are you still embarrassed?" "No, I don't have a girlfriend yet. Then go take a shower and go to sleep." After saying that, my parents got up and went back to their bedroom.

After I finished showering, I was still filled with shame and couldn't recover from what had just happened. I really wished I could dig a hole and crawl into it forever.

Suddenly, I heard my mother call me to our room. I lowered my head and went into their bedroom. I saw my parents sitting on the bed. My mother was wearing pajamas and had even put on makeup. Under the light, she looked dignified and beautiful, with a rosy complexion. She said, "Son, your dad and I have discussed it. We've said before that we're an open family, and it was our oversight not to give you serious sex education in the past. We're largely to blame for that, but it's not that we're afraid of the topic or deliberately avoiding it. Since things have come to this point, we want to make amends to you in a more open way." Dad added, "This year marks our 21st wedding anniversary. I'm 47, and your mom is 46. We've always wanted to commemorate it in some way. Perfect timing, son. You're not an outsider, so why don't you use this DV camera to film a loving moment between your mom and me?" What?! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You…you're going to…do that in front of me?

I asked, utterly astonished. "Hehe, many couples film their sex lives these days. There has to be a third person, but we don't trust anyone else," Mom said. "But you'll have to take your clothes off, otherwise we'll feel pressured." In an instant, the situation had turned into a rollercoaster ride, and I felt like I was about to faint.

So, like an idiot, I picked up the DV camera and pointed it at my parents on the bed. They told me to press rec to start recording, and then they started hugging and kissing. At this point, I felt incredibly embarrassed, my face burning hot. Then, my father reached inside my mother's robe, kneading her breasts, which were covered by a white bra. He removed the upper part of the robe, pulled down the left bra, and then continued to undo her belt, leaving her only with a bra half-hanging on her chest and white panties. Then, my father helped my mother lie down and gently pulled down her panties. He then told me to pause, "Son, you need to take yours off too." By this time, my mouth was dry, and the shyness from before had been almost completely washed away by my instinctive desire. Seeing my parents lying completely naked in front of me, I immediately took off all my clothes, pulled down my underwear, and my penis was fully erect in front of my mother. My mother glanced at my penis, slightly shy, perhaps because my size was even larger than my father's. As Dad continued, I canceled the pause, and my parents resumed their completely naked caresses and kisses, the sounds of their kisses filling the air.

I held the DV camera in both hands, the lens following Dad's hands and tongue as they roamed over Mom's body, from her closed-eye expression of pleasure, her neck, her firm nipples and still-rosy areolas, her lower abdomen, to her pubic hair, glistening with Dad's saliva… I realized I was about to lose control. No AV could stimulate my desire as much as the real scene before me; my penis was already swollen to its limit. Mom rolled over, pinning Dad beneath her, and began kissing him, from his mouth to his chest and then to his erect penis. My God! I had never seen them perform oral sex before. Mom turned around, and they immediately assumed a 69 position. I quickly moved closer to take a close-up shot: Mom was holding Dad's penis, swallowing and releasing the glans, while Dad was forcefully sucking on Mom's clitoris and vaginal opening, sweetly licking her already noticeably erect clitoris with his tongue. The vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina had already run down his face and onto the light blue bedspread.

Mom was moaning softly, while also diligently swallowing and releasing the penis. After ten minutes of foreplay and oral sex, Dad turned around again and pressed Mom down, spreading her legs apart. He was about to penetrate her. I immediately focused the camera on Mom's vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, zoomed in to the maximum focus, and locked onto her slightly open vaginal opening. He entered!

The vaginal fluid overflowed over the squeezed and turned-out labia minora, flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets. Dad slowly thrust in and out, squeezing out more vaginal fluid from Mom, which glistened on the DV screen. My parents seemed to ignore my presence as they made love, yet it also seemed that my presence aroused them even more. I used to peep at them making love when I was a child, but now they were putting on a show for me right in front of us. Time flies, and it's hard not to feel a pang of sadness.

Mom moaned with her eyes closed, Dad panted, and they kissed briefly, changing positions from the traditional missionary to the woman-on-top, then rear-entry. Dad's thrusts gradually quickened, watching Mom's breasts tremble in mid-air; her high, upturned buttocks; listening to the slapping sounds of their genitals colliding, wet and glistening like splashing water; the squelching sound of Dad's penis thrusting in and out of Mom's overflowing vagina, watery and bubbly like a spring; Mom's

moans, soft and weak; I really can't take it anymore! After 18 minutes, finally, Dad began to thrust faster from behind, ejaculating inside Mom's vagina a few seconds later. He pulled out his penis, panting, and lay down. I immediately zoomed in on my mother's genitals; they were already overflowing with a mixture of bodily fluids. Semen mixed with her vaginal fluids flowed from her vaginal opening, dripping slowly down her pubic hair onto the sheets, making a large wet patch (they hadn't used a towel to keep the image clean). Then, my father embraced my mother, and they kissed tenderly, their lips pressed together, their tongues deeply exploring each other's mouths for over a minute. "I love you," my mother said, looking deeply into my father's eyes. "I love you too," my father replied. "

You can stop

now," my father gestured. They separated, and my mother, seeing my uncontrollable expression, told me to put down the DV. I pressed the stop button, my whole body trembling, my face flushed, but I felt incredibly gratified and happy at this touching moment with my parents. Then my father said, "You and your mother can make love as a man and a woman. I know you couldn't resist; no man can resist." Upon hearing this, I immediately pounced on my mother without thinking. Sexual instinct had completely consumed my thoughts. I pinned her down, clumsily kissing and caressing her, from her breasts to her genitals, to between her legs… My father lay beside her, watching with an air of amusement.

My mother's body was burning hot, just like mine, her face flushed with embarrassment, after all, she was making love to someone else—her own son—in front of her husband. I aimed my penis at her wet vagina and inserted it into her body. In that instant, it meant I had returned to my mother's body after 20 years. My penis was enveloped by the wet, hot walls of my mother's vagina. I began to thrust, my hands tightly gripping my mother's breasts. She turned her face away, closed her eyes, and draped her legs over my back, moaning softly with my somewhat clumsy thrusts.

And so, I was having sex with my mother in front of my father, a dreamlike, ethereal feeling that was not a dream at all. My blood was boiling, but I ejaculated in less than a minute, all of it inside my mother's vagina.

And so, in front of my father, I gave my first time to my mother. I collapsed onto my mother, panting. She kissed my lips and said it was normal for this to happen the first time. Her earlier shyness vanished, and she continued, "But remember to use condoms when you have sex with your girlfriend in the future. I had surgery a few years ago to remove part of my uterus because of a gynecological condition, so I can't get pregnant. That's why you and your father can ejaculate directly inside me." She pointed to the surgical scar on her lower abdomen. I pulled out my penis and looked at my mother's soaking wet vulva. Her pink labia minora and vaginal opening were slightly parted. The semen I had ejaculated inside her mixed with my father's semen and even more vaginal fluid, constantly gushing out, making her vulva appear crystal clear. I couldn't resist bringing my lips to kiss her wetness again. She stroked my head and said, "This is where you were born."

At this moment, I had completely lost my shyness and reservations and asked my mother directly, "I remember you didn't have this much pubic hair before. It seems like there's more now?" "The surgery requires skin preparation, which means shaving all the hair off. After that one shave, the hair grew back naturally in larger amounts. What? You saw Mom here before?" "Yes, you two had sex very frequently back then. I often peeked at you having sex through a crack in the door. Once, after you and Dad finished, you spread your legs facing the door, and I saw it. It's been seven years and I still remember! I also know where you kept your condoms, what brand you used, and sometimes you'd leave used condoms under the bed and forget to clean them up. And I even watched the porn you hid!"

I excitedly spilled all my secrets, feeling incredibly relieved. "You little rascal! You bad boy!" Mom and Dad said simultaneously. "Looks like I didn't need to teach you anything. You saw everything you should and shouldn't know back then!" "Haha, I was just concerned about you. With such a strong sex drive, I could tell you went at least twice a week by counting the condoms. And that doesn't even include the many times I saw you didn't use condoms—those were my safe periods. I had to keep track."

"Your dad and I love each other so much that we make love so much, understand?" Mom said. "Yes, no wonder they say a fulfilling sex life is the guarantee of a happy marriage. I haven't seen you two argue much over the years." "But you two have sex much less now, do you not want to?" I asked. "When you were born, your mom and I did it at least twice a day, sometimes more than twice, haha, but now we're older, it's just how it is, it's the natural order." "But your mom still wants a lot," Dad said proudly and helplessly. "Mom, you haven't reached orgasm yet, have you?"

I asked excitedly again, my lust quickly reigniting within me. After I finished speaking, Mom opened her legs again, and I penetrated her again. I tried different positions and angles, ejaculating inside Mom the second and third time. Mom was also in a high state of arousal, sucking on Dad's penis while I was penetrating her. I ejaculated, and Dad, aroused, took over, and she turned around and took my penis into her mouth to give me oral sex. Dad ejaculated, and I continued to penetrate her, not giving Mom a chance to catch her breath. On the fifth round, Mom climaxed. She was completely overwhelmed by our combined pleasure, her breasts swelling even more, her face flushed even more.

Each orgasm brought forth copious amounts of vaginal fluid, semen, and our sweat, leaving the bedsheet almost completely soaked. So the three of us tore it off and continued to revel in the carnal ecstasy. Dad and I took turns, recording each other. When we were exhausted, we used our fingers to stimulate Mom's G-spot. Mom, experiencing a G-spot orgasm for the first time, moaned loudly, her vaginal fluid gushing out. Around 2 a.m., Mom became thirsty from the excessive fluid and sweat, so I got up to get everyone some water and took a short rest… The rest of the night was spent immersed in a sea of sex, enjoying pure sexual pleasure together.

When I woke up the next day, it was already past 10 a.m. We looked at each other's naked bodies and made a pact: our family adhered to the principle of sexual openness. Within the family, as long as my mother was not in any physical discomfort, I could have sex with her as much as I wanted while I was at home until I graduated from university, in order to solve my masturbation problem and the problem that my father could not satisfy my mother's sexual needs. After saying that, in the bright morning sunlight, my mother and I had morning sex again in front of my father.

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