sexually open families

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 middle school, as my body developed, I developed a strong curiosity about sex and a desire to try it out. Of course, actually trying it out 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 gap in it. If I squatted down, I could see my parents' entire bed through the gap.

I remember when I was very young, I was very clingy and couldn't be separated from my mother all day. Every summer, my mother often wore a dress at home, and whenever she bent over, I could always see her cleavage. Sometimes my mother didn't wear a bra, perhaps because she thought I was too small, and she didn't seem to mind. So I often saw her breasts, and I even suspected that sometimes she did it on purpose. My mother's breasts were very full, and at that time they didn't appear saggy. Her areolas were brown but of a moderate size and not unattractive.

When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I stayed at my maternal grandparents' house. The house was cramped, so I slept in a large bed with 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 a plastic package 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). The next night, they slept at one end of the bed, and I slept at the other. Out of a strange excitement, I deliberately stayed awake. Late at night, I heard kissing sounds. The sounds were loud and clear; in retrospect, it was probably French kissing. Then came rapid breathing. I was lying on my back, and by the light from the window, I saw my father on top of my mother. I heard them take out something with plastic wrap from somewhere and tear it open. Then I heard the sound of clothes being taken off. My father pulled down my mother's underwear, and the bed creaked slightly. My mother moaned softly… I couldn't believe it. My parents had been having sex right next to me, so close! After that incident, I became even more curious about my parents' relationship, and that crack in the door was undoubtedly the best window to peep. Around middle school, after I started to understand that kind of thing, I often curiously observed their daily life through that crack.

The first time I witnessed my parents' sexual intercourse was probably before this, but I saw it completed, not during. That scene is unforgettable: my mother was sleeping on the outer side of the bed, her body facing me, fast asleep, her deep cleavage peeking out from under the covers, her genitals also faintly visible. At that time, I saw this through the crack in the door, and deep down, I didn't have a clear answer to why my mother was sleeping naked next to my father; it was just a primal, burgeoning feeling.

Many times, I deliberately woke up early and tiptoed to my parents' room, each time with an adventurous excitement mixed with the guilt of a thief. I often saw the blankets on my parents' window piled high and occasionally shifting, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just their ups and downs. I didn't know why, so I stopped looking.

As I grew older, and more importantly, when my parents weren't home, I discovered many books on sex techniques and reproductive health in their bedside table, and adult videotapes in another cabinet—they were definitely pornographic. I realized I was becoming increasingly wicked.

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 got home. After they went to their room to sleep, I couldn't resist my curiosity and went to peek through the door. This time, my mother's face was visible outside the blanket, and the room was brightly lit. Under the blanket, it was clearly two people stacked on top of each other; my father was kissing my mother's body inside, and I heard the sound of a condom being torn.

Mom and Dad hadn't had a chance to be intimate for over ten days, so this must have been because they couldn't suppress their desires as soon as they got home. Finally, the blanket started to move up and down more and more, and then it was pulled off! In the bright sunlight, 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 excitedly making love, one on top of the other. Mom was also moving her lower body in rhythm with the movements. Unfortunately, due to the angle, I couldn't see their genitals, 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 at that moment, otherwise, there wouldn't have been such a sound.

Dad was kneading Mom's breasts, and I could see that her brown nipples were already erect. Their desire was burning intensely, completely absorbed in their passionate lovemaking, entwined and inseparable. They never imagined I would witness their intercourse so closely. Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth open, breathing softly. Gradually, Dad's movements became more vigorous. Suddenly, Dad 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, both of them panting heavily. A dozen seconds later, Mom kissed Dad's cheek, and Dad turned and kissed 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 stroking his back. They lay like that for several minutes, then Dad rolled over and lay on one side—the side facing me, completely blocking Mom's genitals! Seeing him remove the condom from his limp penis, wrap it in toilet paper, and throw it under the bed, Mom turned to her side, took the toilet paper Dad took from the bedside, tore off a piece, and wiped her genitals. Unfortunately, Dad was still blocking her view. Then, with one hand supporting her head and the other reaching under Dad's lower abdomen, she stroked his pubic hair and limp penis. Dad hugged Mom tightly, grabbed her breast with one hand, and they shared another passionate kiss. Afterward, they covered themselves with the blanket and went to sleep, since they usually took a nap.

My heart was pounding, and I still wasn't done. I stood in front of the door for a long time, and when I found that they were indeed asleep, I went back to my room and masturbated, savoring the scene of my parents' intercourse. But I guessed that doing it once probably wouldn't make up for the "homework" they had missed for so long, so I planned to peep at 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 went to the door immediately, but the light was turned off right away. Feeling extremely helpless, I soon heard them whispering inside... then the sound of kissing... then the sound of tearing a condom... panting... the sound of slapping... seven or eight minutes later, all the sounds in the darkness were amplified several times and reached their climax. After the sound of tearing paper and wiping, everything returned to calm.

That night, I kept recalling the unprecedented events of the day. I had witnessed almost everything intimately related to my parents, but amidst my excitement, I felt no remorse. I knew they were doing something normal and legitimate, and their image in my mind remained unchanged. On the contrary, I felt happy for their love for each other. Their sexual happiness provided me with a direct opportunity for sex education, wasn't that great? However, it was a regret that I still hadn't seen my mother's genitals, so I wondered if they were doing it in the morning.

So, the next morning, at daybreak, I went to their bedroom door again. Through the crack in the door, 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 on top once more. In the dim morning light, Mom and Dad were making love all over the bed! The scene was beautiful!!

About ten minutes later, Dad's thrusting quickened, and he suddenly shuddered 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. As she sat up, she spread her legs, facing me directly. For the first time, I saw Mom's genitals clearly, the first time I saw 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 close contact with Dad's genitals. A little white fluid was flowing from her vaginal opening; clearly, Dad had ejaculated directly into Mom's vagina! No condom was used during this intercourse! My mother tore off a piece of toilet paper, folded it, and placed it between her legs (obviously to prevent semen from leaking out and soiling her underwear). Then she put on her underwear and pajamas and came out. I quickly moved away, pretending nothing was wrong, but I was actually 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.

But one time was very unusual. One night, I'm a very alert sleeper. In my drowsy state, I heard a rhythmic knocking 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. At that moment, I understood the purpose of those pornographic videos, 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! At such close range, I could hear my mother's panting sounds, "Mmm... mmm mmm mmm." On one side of the door, my mother and father were having sex while watching the television screen, and on the other side, I was peeping and eavesdropping. Just a 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 at the direction of the television. She gripped the sheets at the corner of the bed with both hands, her breasts trembling with Dad's thrusts. In the dim light, I couldn't describe her expression—it was a mixture of satisfaction and desire for Dad. This was so different from my mother. Her students could 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 bedroom 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 on their bedside table that said women could wash away some semen through urination 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 incoherent explanation, while Dad just smiled and didn't say anything.

At that time, my father would often travel for work, so I would often take the opportunity to sleep with my mother. She always complied and never objected. 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 my father returned from his trip, and the train arrived around that time. My mother got up to pack his luggage. My father's business trip was only for seven or eight days. Seeing that I was already asleep in their big bed, he 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 thought I heard my mother whisper to my father, "Let's do it." After she said that, I half-closed my eyes and saw her take a condom from under the bed where they kept condoms, and then she and my father went back to my room. Then I heard the sound of the door locking.

I thought they were definitely going to have a great time again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this time they did it on my little bed. I immediately became excited, quietly walked to my bedroom door, and pressed my ear against it. They were inside, making love passionately, moans mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding. About half an hour later, I returned to bed, and my mother came in to sleep with me. I don't know if she was satisfied then, but of course, if she wasn't, I wouldn't dare do anything… When I got up and went back to my room in the morning, I was both amused and exasperated to find my mother's pink bra still draped over my pillow… and lots of wet toilet paper on the floor.

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

It was a little regrettable that they always made love under the covers, so I couldn't see their intense intercourse. I only found them sleeping naked together one morning, the blanket kicked to one side.

My parents' sex life was so frequent that I found many boxes of condoms under their bed, and even under the pillows. Occasionally, there were used condoms and toilet paper lying on the floor under the bed, obviously forgotten to be cleaned up. I once picked up a used condom and examined it; it contained my father's milky white semen, and the liquid on the outer surface must have been my mother's vaginal lubrication. It was slippery and watery, and when I licked it, I didn't find any particular smell.

Another time was particularly funny. One day, my mom came home from grocery shopping and realized she'd forgotten to buy salt while cooking. She asked me to go downstairs and buy it for her, saying the money was in her handbag and I could get it myself. I was a little reluctant, but I did as she said. But when I opened her bag, I found two boxes of black-packaged condoms inside! ? She obviously bought them on her way back. I didn't say anything at the time, but after a while, she seemed to realize what had happened. It's funny to think about it now…

Judging from the reduced 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 is impossible to count, but it was definitely on weekends! Furthermore, their sex life seemed rather traditional, with few variations in positions. What I saw was either the father or the mother on top, occasionally rear-entry, nothing as exaggerated as in pornographic films or novels. I also never saw them perform oral sex.

These experiences happened in the last century; my mother was not yet 40 at the time. To see my mother completely naked in bed, revealing a woman's deepest, most hidden side—sex—to her son, so different from her usual sternness and dignity, was incredibly stimulating!

Because our house underwent renovations, the room layout is different now, eliminating the opportunity for peeping. I once thought I'd lost all chance to witness my parents' passionate sex, and that happy childhood would never return. But recently, my renewed curiosity about my parents' sex life 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? Is it still as passionate and intoxicating as before? I desperately need to know the answer!

I installed 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 a scene I hadn't seen in years on the screen. Under the bedside lamp, my mother was already in bed, and my father followed, pulling off his underwear and holding a blue and white towel. I immediately… Ke became excited; they were definitely going to start. He lifted the thin blanket, and Mom turned around, taking off her pink nightgown, bra, and panties, 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 as 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 his 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! Mom's legs were wide open, and Dad's penis thrusting in and out of her was clearly visible! I excitedly started masturbating, able to see my parents' genitals directly—a wish I'd held for years! They remained in that position for about five minutes before my father stopped, pulling out his penis with semen still clinging to it. My mother used the towel under her buttocks to wipe her own genitals, and then also cleaned my father's limp penis. I didn't see her climax; it all seemed like a routine procedure. Then they threw the towel under the bed, turned off the light, and went to sleep. That night, I couldn't sleep…

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

That night, I came home from a gathering with friends around 10 pm. As soon as I entered the house, I sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. My parents were sitting quietly in the living room, but the TV was off.

"You're back? Come here." My dad's deep voice seemed a little dissatisfied. What could it be? A sense of unease crept into my heart. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw my parents staring at me. Seeing the hidden camera and wires on the table, I instantly broke down.

"What is this?" my mother asked. My mind went completely blank, as if it had exploded. It felt like a dream; I wished it were, but it was all real. I lowered my head, speechless, unable to face this immense embarrassment and shame. What could I say? What could I explain or defend?

"We also found a video of us… (at this point, my mother seemed to hesitate before choosing her words) on your computer."

"Where did you learn all this, you little brat?" my father asked. I remained speechless, still regretting why I hadn't put the webcam away during the day, why I hadn't password-protected the computer, and even more foolishly, why I had left the recording files directly on the desktop!

"Your mother found this thing by accident while cleaning the room today, and she asked why you used 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 it's wrong to use such low-level methods to acquire this knowledge. However, it's also probably your father's fault for not educating and guiding you in this area when you were young. We also bear responsibility for your mistake. Fortunately, you did it at home. If you did it outside, you could very well break the law and face legal consequences!"

Hearing Mom say this, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry... Actually, I've been secretly watching you since I was little. I was just immature and curious about you. I'm doing this again today because I miss those times from my childhood. I want to see you two being as loving as before, and I want to know if you're still as happy as you were..."

Mom and Dad exchanged glances. Mom said, "Don't cry. Your dad and I are both highly educated people. We 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 dad and me having sex?"

"Probably in middle school."

"How many times did you watch?"

"I don't remember."

"How did you feel after watching?"

"I..." Faced with these completely unexpected questions, I was ashamed and didn't know what to do.

"Do you masturbate often?" Dad asked me directly.

"Don't be embarrassed, we've already told you, and you've seen it all, are you still embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No, not yet." "

Then go take a shower and go to bed." After saying that, my parents got up and went back to their bedroom.

After I finished showering, I was still incredibly ashamed, still not quite recovered from what had just happened. I really wished I could dig a hole and crawl into it, never to come out again. Suddenly, I heard my mother call out, "Come to our room for a moment."

I lowered my head and walked 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 proper 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 continued, "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; why don't you use this DV camera to film a loving moment between your mom and me?"

"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"You...you're going to...do that in front of me?" I asked, utterly astonished.

"Hehe, nowadays a lot of couples take sex selfies, which requires a third person, but we don't trust other people. But you also need to take off your clothes, otherwise we'll feel pressured," Mom said.

In an instant, the situation had developed like a rollercoaster, and I suddenly 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 put his hand inside my mother's robe, kneading her breasts, which were covered by a white bra. He took off the upper part of the robe, pulled down the left bra, and then continued to undo my mother's belt, leaving her only in a bra half-hanging on her chest and white thong panties. Then, my father... He helped my mother lie down and gently pulled down her underwear. He then told me to stop: "Son, you need to take yours off too."

My mouth was dry, and the shyness I felt earlier had been almost completely washed away by my primal 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 embarrassed, perhaps because my size was even larger than my father's.

"Continue," my father said. I canceled the pause, and my parents continued to caress and kiss each other completely naked, their soft kisses filling the air. I held the DV camera in both hands, the lens following my dad's hands and tongue as they roamed over my mom's body. From her closed-eye expression of enjoyment, her neck, her firm nipples and still-rosy areolas, her lower abdomen, to her pubic hair, glistening with my 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. My mom rolled over and pinned my dad down, kissing him from his mouth to his chest and all the way to his erect penis. My God! I had never seen them perform oral sex before. My mother turned around, and the two of them immediately became 69. I immediately went closer to take close-up photos: My mother was holding my father's penis in her hand, swallowing and releasing the glans in her mouth, while my father was sucking on my mother's clitoris and vaginal opening with force, sweetly licking the already obviously protruding clitoris with his tongue. The vaginal fluid flowing out of his vagina had already flowed down his face and onto the light blue bedspread.

Mom hummed softly, while diligently swallowing and releasing her clitoris. After ten minutes of oral sex, Dad turned around and pinned Mom down again, spreading her legs apart. He was about to penetrate her. I immediately focused the camera on Mom's wet vulva, zooming in to lock onto her slightly open vaginal opening, and entered! Her vaginal fluids overflowed over her squeezed labia minora, flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets. Dad slowly thrust in and out, squeezing out even more of Mom's vaginal fluids, which glistened on the DV screen. My parents seemed to ignore my existence as they made love, yet it also seemed that my presence aroused them even more. I had spied on 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 woman-on-top, then rear-entry. Dad's thrusts gradually quickened. I watched Mom's breasts tremble in mid-air; her high, upturned buttocks; I heard the "slap slap" of their genitals colliding, wet and slippery like splashing water; the "squeak squeak" of Dad's penis thrusting in Mom's overflowing vagina, glistening like a spring; Mom's moans, "Mmm... Ahh," sometimes loud, sometimes soft; I really couldn't take it anymore!

Eighteen minutes passed on REC, and finally, Dad started thrusting faster from behind, ejaculating inside Mom's vagina a few seconds later. He pulled out, panting, and lay down. I immediately zoomed in on Mom's genitals, which 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 bedspread, making a large wet patch on the bed (they didn't use a towel underneath to keep the scene clean). Then Dad embraced Mom, and the two kissed tenderly, their lips pressed together, their tongues deeply sucking and licking each other's mouths for over a minute.

"I love you," Mom said, gazing lovingly at Dad.

"I love you too," Dad replied...

"You can stop now," Dad gestured.

The two separated, and Mom, seeing my uncontrollable expression, told me to put down the DV camera. 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. At this moment, Dad said, "You and your mother can make love as a man and a woman. I know you couldn't hold back; no man could."

Hearing this, I immediately pounced on Mom without thinking. Sexual instinct had completely occupied my thoughts. I pinned Mom down, clumsily kissing and caressing her, from her breasts to her genitals, to between her legs... Dad lay beside me, watching with an appreciative look. My mother's body was burning hot, just like mine, and her flushed face showed some embarrassment, after all, she was making love to someone else—her own son—in front of her husband.

I aimed at her wet vagina and inserted my penis into her body. In that instant, it meant I had returned to my mother's body after 20 years of separation. My penis was enveloped by my mother's wet, hot vaginal walls. 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 rough thrusts. And so, I was having sex with my mother in front of my father, a dreamlike, ethereal feeling that was not a dream. My blood was boiling, but I ejaculated in less than a minute, all of it going into my mother's vagina. I gave my first time to my mother right in front of my father.

I collapsed onto her, panting, and she kissed my lips, saying, "It's normal for the first time."

My mother, no longer shy, 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 problem, so I won'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 my penis out 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, mixed with my father's semen and even more vaginal fluid, kept gushing out, making her entire vulva appear crystal clear. I couldn't help but bring my lips to kiss this swamp 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 directly, "Mom, I remember you didn't have this much pubic hair before. It seems to be more now than before?"

"I had to prepare my skin for the surgery, which involved shaving all the hair. After that one time, the hair grew back naturally more. What? Have you seen my vulva before?"

"Yes, you two used to have sex so often. I often peeked at you having sex through a crack in the old door. Once, after you and Dad finished, you spread your legs and were facing the door, and I saw it. It's been seven years and I still can't forget it. I also know where you kept your condoms and what brand you used. Sometimes you would throw used condoms under the bed and forget to clean them up. And I also watched the porn you hid!" I excitedly revealed all the secrets and felt incredibly happy.

"You brat! You bad boy!" Mom and Dad said at the same time. "Looks like I didn't need to teach you anything. You've already seen everything you should and shouldn't have known back then!"

"Haha, I'm just worried about you two. You used to have such a strong sex drive. I could tell you went at least once every two days just by counting the condoms. And that doesn't even include the many times I saw you didn't use condoms."

"That was my safe period, I had to count it. Your dad and I love each other so much that we had sex so much, understand?" Mom said.

"Yes, no wonder they say that satisfying sex is a guarantee of a happy married life. I've never seen you two argue in all these years. But you have sex much less now, do you not want to do it anymore?" I asked.

"When you were born, your mother and I used to do it at least twice a day, sometimes even more, haha. But now that we're older, it's just become the norm. But your mother still wants more," Dad said, both proudly and helplessly.

"Mom, you haven't reached orgasm yet, have you?" I asked excitedly again, my lust quickly reigniting within me. As soon as 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 in a state of heightened arousal, sucking on Dad's penis while I was penetrating her. I ejaculated, and Dad, aroused, took over, and she turned to give me oral sex with my penis in his mouth. Dad ejaculated, and I continued penetrating her, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

On the fifth round, Mom climaxed. She was ecstatic from being fucked by the two of us, her breasts swelled even more, and her face flushed even more. The repeated orgasms caused a torrent of vaginal fluid and semen to gush from Mom's vagina, which, combined with our sweat, soaked the entire bedsheet. 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 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 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... After that, our whole family was immersed in a sea of sex all night, 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 would adhere to the principle of sexual openness. Within the family, as long as my mother was not feeling unwell, I could have sex with her as much as I wanted while I was at home until I graduated from university. This was to solve my masturbation problem and the problem of my father not being able to satisfy my mother's sexual needs. After saying this, in the bright morning sunlight, my mother and I had sex again in front of my father.

Recalling that passionate night, my feelings are complex. My parents and I experienced the purest form of sex together. Many people might consider it crazy or immoral. To be honest, I also feel a certain degree of guilt. If my parents hadn't discovered my hidden camera, our family life would have been just like any other family. But it has already happened, and it's something I never dared to imagine. Besides, overall it was a beautiful experience. It was the result of my parents' unique and open-minded views on sex, and it was our family's private secret that no one else knew about, so I accepted it calmly. On

my first day back home this winter vacation, the three of us repeated our family sex party. My parents specially bought sex toys for this day: my mother's sexy lingerie, an electric vibrator, and aphrodisiacs. That night was incredibly wild; we tried countless sex positions and techniques, and the next morning I saw that my mother's labia were swollen.

In the following weeks, I had sex with my mother alone 10 times (each time ejaculating more than once), in my room. She also had sex with my father alone 5 times. Finally, two days before I returned to school, I spent another night with my parents. That night, I tried to penetrate my mother's anus, but she and my father quickly stopped me; they didn't like it. The increased sex life greatly satisfied my mother's libido, and she looked much younger as a result. I suggested they try more things, like SM role-playing, but they didn't seem to react much. However, they did take one of my suggestions: to record the number of times they had sex on a calendar, so that my parents could have a more regular sex life when I wasn't home.

I still have a year and a half left in college, and I will maintain this sexual relationship with my mother during every vacation.

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 middle school, as my body developed, I developed a strong curiosity about sex and a desire to try it out. Of course, actually trying it out 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 gap in it. If I squatted down, I could see my parents' entire bed through the gap.

I remember when I was very young, I was very clingy and couldn't be separated from my mother all day. Every summer, my mother often wore a dress at home, and whenever she bent over, I could always see her cleavage. Sometimes my mother didn't wear a bra, perhaps because she thought I was too small, and she didn't seem to mind. So I often saw her breasts, and I even suspected that sometimes she did it on purpose. My mother's breasts were very full, and at that time they didn't appear saggy. Her areolas were brown but of a moderate size and not unattractive.

When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I stayed at my maternal grandparents' house. The house was cramped, so I slept in a large bed with 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 a plastic package 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). The next night, they slept at one end of the bed, and I slept at the other. Out of a strange excitement, I deliberately stayed awake. Late at night, I heard kissing sounds. The sounds were loud and clear; in retrospect, it was probably French kissing. Then came rapid breathing. I was lying on my back, and by the light from the window, I saw my father on top of my mother. I heard them take out something with plastic wrap from somewhere and tear it open. Then I heard the sound of clothes being taken off. My father pulled down my mother's underwear, and the bed creaked slightly. My mother moaned softly… I couldn't believe it. My parents had been having sex right next to me, so close! After that incident, I became even more curious about my parents' relationship, and that crack in the door was undoubtedly the best window to peep. Around middle school, after I started to understand that kind of thing, I often curiously observed their daily life through that crack.

The first time I witnessed my parents' sexual intercourse was probably before this, but I saw it completed, not during. That scene is unforgettable: my mother was sleeping on the outer side of the bed, her body facing me, fast asleep, her deep cleavage peeking out from under the covers, her genitals also faintly visible. At that time, I saw this through the crack in the door, and deep down, I didn't have a clear answer to why my mother was sleeping naked next to my father; it was just a primal, burgeoning feeling.

Many times, I deliberately woke up early and tiptoed to my parents' room, each time with an adventurous excitement mixed with the guilt of a thief. I often saw the blankets on my parents' window piled high and occasionally shifting, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just their ups and downs. I didn't know why, so I stopped looking.

As I grew older, and more importantly, when my parents weren't home, I discovered many books on sex techniques and reproductive health in their bedside table, and adult videotapes in another cabinet—they were definitely pornographic. I realized I was becoming increasingly wicked.

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 got home. After they went to their room to sleep, I couldn't resist my curiosity and went to peek through the door. This time, my mother's face was visible outside the blanket, and the room was brightly lit. Under the blanket, it was clearly two people stacked on top of each other; my father was kissing my mother's body inside, and I heard the sound of a condom being torn.

Mom and Dad hadn't had a chance to be intimate for over ten days, so this must have been because they couldn't suppress their desires as soon as they got home. Finally, the blanket started to move up and down more and more, and then it was pulled off! In the bright sunlight, 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 excitedly making love, one on top of the other. Mom was also moving her lower body in rhythm with the movements. Unfortunately, due to the angle, I couldn't see their genitals, 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 at that moment, otherwise, there wouldn't have been such a sound.

Dad was kneading Mom's breasts, and I could see that her brown nipples were already erect. Their desire was burning intensely, completely absorbed in their passionate lovemaking, entwined and inseparable. They never imagined I would witness their intercourse so closely. Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth open, breathing softly. Gradually, Dad's movements became more vigorous. Suddenly, Dad 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, both of them panting heavily. A dozen seconds later, Mom kissed Dad's cheek, and Dad turned and kissed 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 stroking his back. They lay like that for several minutes, then Dad rolled over and lay on one side—the side facing me, completely blocking Mom's genitals! Seeing him remove the condom from his limp penis, wrap it in toilet paper, and throw it under the bed, Mom turned to her side, took the toilet paper Dad took from the bedside, tore off a piece, and wiped her genitals. Unfortunately, Dad was still blocking her view. Then, with one hand supporting her head and the other reaching under Dad's lower abdomen, she stroked his pubic hair and limp penis. Dad hugged Mom tightly, grabbed her breast with one hand, and they shared another passionate kiss. Afterward, they covered themselves with the blanket and went to sleep, since they usually took a nap.

My heart was pounding, and I still wasn't done. I stood in front of the door for a long time, and when I found that they were indeed asleep, I went back to my room and masturbated, savoring the scene of my parents' intercourse. But I guessed that doing it once probably wouldn't make up for the "homework" they had missed for so long, so I planned to peep at 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 went to the door immediately, but the light was turned off right away. Feeling extremely helpless, I soon heard them whispering inside... then the sound of kissing... then the sound of tearing a condom... panting... the sound of slapping... seven or eight minutes later, all the sounds in the darkness were amplified several times and reached their climax. After the sound of tearing paper and wiping, everything returned to calm.

That night, I kept recalling the unprecedented events of the day. I had witnessed almost everything intimately related to my parents, but amidst my excitement, I felt no remorse. I knew they were doing something normal and legitimate, and their image in my mind remained unchanged. On the contrary, I felt happy for their love for each other. Their sexual happiness provided me with a direct opportunity for sex education, wasn't that great? However, it was a regret that I still hadn't seen my mother's genitals, so I wondered if they were doing it in the morning.

So, the next morning, at daybreak, I went to their bedroom door again. Through the crack in the door, 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 on top once more. In the dim morning light, Mom and Dad were making love all over the bed! The scene was beautiful!!

About ten minutes later, Dad's thrusting quickened, and he suddenly shuddered 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. As she sat up, she spread her legs, facing me directly. For the first time, I saw Mom's genitals clearly, the first time I saw 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 close contact with Dad's genitals. A little white fluid was flowing from her vaginal opening; clearly, Dad had ejaculated directly into Mom's vagina! No condom was used during this intercourse! My mother tore off a piece of toilet paper, folded it, and placed it between her legs (obviously to prevent semen from leaking out and soiling her underwear). Then she put on her underwear and pajamas and came out. I quickly moved away, pretending nothing was wrong, but I was actually 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.

But one time was very unusual. One night, I'm a very alert sleeper. In my drowsy state, I heard a rhythmic knocking 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. At that moment, I understood the purpose of those pornographic videos, 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! At such close range, I could hear my mother's panting sounds, "Mmm... mmm mmm mmm." On one side of the door, my mother and father were having sex while watching the television screen, and on the other side, I was peeping and eavesdropping. Just a 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 at the direction of the television. She gripped the sheets at the corner of the bed with both hands, her breasts trembling with Dad's thrusts. In the dim light, I couldn't describe her expression—it was a mixture of satisfaction and desire for Dad. This was so different from my mother. Her students could 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 bedroom 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 on their bedside table that said women could wash away some semen through urination 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 incoherent explanation, while Dad just smiled and didn't say anything.

At that time, my father would often travel for work, so I would often take the opportunity to sleep with my mother. She always complied and never objected. 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 my father returned from his trip, and the train arrived around that time. My mother got up to pack his luggage. My father's business trip was only for seven or eight days. Seeing that I was already asleep in their big bed, he 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 thought I heard my mother whisper to my father, "Let's do it." After she said that, I half-closed my eyes and saw her take a condom from under the bed where they kept condoms, and then she and my father went back to my room. Then I heard the sound of the door locking.

I thought they were definitely going to have a great time again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this time they did it on my little bed. I immediately became excited, quietly walked to my bedroom door, and pressed my ear against it. They were inside, making love passionately, moans mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding. About half an hour later, I returned to bed, and my mother came in to sleep with me. I don't know if she was satisfied then, but of course, if she wasn't, I wouldn't dare do anything… When I got up and went back to my room in the morning, I was both amused and exasperated to find my mother's pink bra still draped over my pillow… and lots of wet toilet paper on the floor.

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

It was a little regrettable that they always made love under the covers, so I couldn't see their intense intercourse. I only found them sleeping naked together one morning, the blanket kicked to one side.

My parents' sex life was so frequent that I found many boxes of condoms under their bed, and even under the pillows. Occasionally, there were used condoms and toilet paper lying on the floor under the bed, obviously forgotten to be cleaned up. I once picked up a used condom and examined it; it contained my father's milky white semen, and the liquid on the outer surface must have been my mother's vaginal lubrication. It was slippery and watery, and when I licked it, I didn't find any particular smell.

Another time was particularly funny. One day, my mom came home from grocery shopping and realized she'd forgotten to buy salt while cooking. She asked me to go downstairs and buy it for her, saying the money was in her handbag and I could get it myself. I was a little reluctant, but I did as she said. But when I opened her bag, I found two boxes of black-packaged condoms inside! ? She obviously bought them on her way back. I didn't say anything at the time, but after a while, she seemed to realize what had happened. It's funny to think about it now…

Judging from the reduced 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 is impossible to count, but it was definitely on weekends! Furthermore, their sex life seemed rather traditional, with few variations in positions. What I saw was either the father or the mother on top, occasionally rear-entry, nothing as exaggerated as in pornographic films or novels. I also never saw them perform oral sex.

These experiences happened in the last century; my mother was not yet 40 at the time. To see my mother completely naked in bed, revealing a woman's deepest, most hidden side—sex—to her son, so different from her usual sternness and dignity, was incredibly stimulating!

Because our house underwent renovations, the room layout is different now, eliminating the opportunity for peeping. I once thought I'd lost all chance to witness my parents' passionate sex, and that happy childhood would never return. But recently, my renewed curiosity about my parents' sex life 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? Is it still as passionate and intoxicating as before? I desperately need to know the answer!

I installed 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 a scene I hadn't seen in years on the screen. Under the bedside lamp, my mother was already in bed, and my father followed, pulling off his underwear and holding a blue and white towel. I immediately… Ke became excited; they were definitely going to start. He lifted the thin blanket, and Mom turned around, taking off her pink nightgown, bra, and panties, 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 as 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 his 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! Mom's legs were wide open, and Dad's penis thrusting in and out of her was clearly visible! I excitedly started masturbating, able to see my parents' genitals directly—a wish I'd held for years! They remained in that position for about five minutes before my father stopped, pulling out his penis with semen still clinging to it. My mother used the towel under her buttocks to wipe her own genitals, and then also cleaned my father's limp penis. I didn't see her climax; it all seemed like a routine procedure. Then they threw the towel under the bed, turned off the light, and went to sleep. That night, I couldn't sleep…

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

That night, I came home from a gathering with friends around 10 pm. As soon as I entered the house, I sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. My parents were sitting quietly in the living room, but the TV was off.

"You're back? Come here." My dad's deep voice seemed a little dissatisfied. What could it be? A sense of unease crept into my heart. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw my parents staring at me. Seeing the hidden camera and wires on the table, I instantly broke down.

"What is this?" my mother asked. My mind went completely blank, as if it had exploded. It felt like a dream; I wished it were, but it was all real. I lowered my head, speechless, unable to face this immense embarrassment and shame. What could I say? What could I explain or defend?

"We also found a video of us… (at this point, my mother seemed to hesitate before choosing her words) on your computer."

"Where did you learn all this, you little brat?" my father asked. I remained speechless, still regretting why I hadn't put the webcam away during the day, why I hadn't password-protected the computer, and even more foolishly, why I had left the recording files directly on the desktop!

"Your mother found this thing by accident while cleaning the room today, and she asked why you used 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 it's wrong to use such low-level methods to acquire this knowledge. However, it's also probably your father's fault for not educating and guiding you in this area when you were young. We also bear responsibility for your mistake. Fortunately, you did it at home. If you did it outside, you could very well break the law and face legal consequences!"

Hearing Mom say this, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry... Actually, I've been secretly watching you since I was little. I was just immature and curious about you. I'm doing this again today because I miss those times from my childhood. I want to see you two being as loving as before, and I want to know if you're still as happy as you were..."

Mom and Dad exchanged glances. Mom said, "Don't cry. Your dad and I are both highly educated people. We 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 dad and me having sex?"

"Probably in middle school."

"How many times did you watch?"

"I don't remember."

"How did you feel after watching?"

"I..." Faced with these completely unexpected questions, I was ashamed and didn't know what to do.

"Do you masturbate often?" Dad asked me directly.

"Don't be embarrassed, we've already told you, and you've seen it all, are you still embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No, not yet." "

Then go take a shower and go to bed." After saying that, my parents got up and went back to their bedroom.

After I finished showering, I was still incredibly ashamed, still not quite recovered from what had just happened. I really wished I could dig a hole and crawl into it, never to come out again. Suddenly, I heard my mother call out, "Come to our room for a moment."

I lowered my head and walked 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 proper 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 continued, "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; why don't you use this DV camera to film a loving moment between your mom and me?"

"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"You...you're going to...do that in front of me?" I asked, utterly astonished.

"Hehe, nowadays a lot of couples take sex selfies, which requires a third person, but we don't trust other people. But you also need to take off your clothes, otherwise we'll feel pressured," Mom said.

In an instant, the situation had developed like a rollercoaster, and I suddenly 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 put his hand inside my mother's robe, kneading her breasts, which were covered by a white bra. He took off the upper part of the robe, pulled down the left bra, and then continued to undo my mother's belt, leaving her only in a bra half-hanging on her chest and white thong panties. Then, my father... He helped my mother lie down and gently pulled down her underwear. He then told me to stop: "Son, you need to take yours off too."

My mouth was dry, and the shyness I felt earlier had been almost completely washed away by my primal 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 embarrassed, perhaps because my size was even larger than my father's.

"Continue," my father said. I canceled the pause, and my parents continued to caress and kiss each other completely naked, their soft kisses filling the air. I held the DV camera in both hands, the lens following my dad's hands and tongue as they roamed over my mom's body. From her closed-eye expression of enjoyment, her neck, her firm nipples and still-rosy areolas, her lower abdomen, to her pubic hair, glistening with my 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. My mom rolled over and pinned my dad down, kissing him from his mouth to his chest and all the way to his erect penis. My God! I had never seen them perform oral sex before. My mother turned around, and the two of them immediately became 69. I immediately went closer to take close-up photos: My mother was holding my father's penis in her hand, swallowing and releasing the glans in her mouth, while my father was sucking on my mother's clitoris and vaginal opening with force, sweetly licking the already obviously protruding clitoris with his tongue. The vaginal fluid flowing out of his vagina had already flowed down his face and onto the light blue bedspread.

Mom hummed softly, while diligently swallowing and releasing her clitoris. After ten minutes of oral sex, Dad turned around and pinned Mom down again, spreading her legs apart. He was about to penetrate her. I immediately focused the camera on Mom's wet vulva, zooming in to lock onto her slightly open vaginal opening, and entered! Her vaginal fluids overflowed over her squeezed labia minora, flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets. Dad slowly thrust in and out, squeezing out even more of Mom's vaginal fluids, which glistened on the DV screen. My parents seemed to ignore my existence as they made love, yet it also seemed that my presence aroused them even more. I had spied on 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 woman-on-top, then rear-entry. Dad's thrusts gradually quickened. I watched Mom's breasts tremble in mid-air; her high, upturned buttocks; I heard the "slap slap" of their genitals colliding, wet and slippery like splashing water; the "squeak squeak" of Dad's penis thrusting in Mom's overflowing vagina, glistening like a spring; Mom's moans, "Mmm... Ahh," sometimes loud, sometimes soft; I really couldn't take it anymore!

Eighteen minutes passed on REC, and finally, Dad started thrusting faster from behind, ejaculating inside Mom's vagina a few seconds later. He pulled out, panting, and lay down. I immediately zoomed in on Mom's genitals, which 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 bedspread, making a large wet patch on the bed (they didn't use a towel underneath to keep the scene clean). Then Dad embraced Mom, and the two kissed tenderly, their lips pressed together, their tongues deeply sucking and licking each other's mouths for over a minute.

"I love you," Mom said, gazing lovingly at Dad.

"I love you too," Dad replied...

"You can stop now," Dad gestured.

The two separated, and Mom, seeing my uncontrollable expression, told me to put down the DV camera. 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. At this moment, Dad said, "You and your mother can make love as a man and a woman. I know you couldn't hold back; no man could."

Hearing this, I immediately pounced on Mom without thinking. Sexual instinct had completely occupied my thoughts. I pinned Mom down, clumsily kissing and caressing her, from her breasts to her genitals, to between her legs... Dad lay beside me, watching with an appreciative look. My mother's body was burning hot, just like mine, and her flushed face showed some embarrassment, after all, she was making love to someone else—her own son—in front of her husband.

I aimed at her wet vagina and inserted my penis into her body. In that instant, it meant I had returned to my mother's body after 20 years of separation. My penis was enveloped by my mother's wet, hot vaginal walls. 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 rough thrusts. And so, I was having sex with my mother in front of my father, a dreamlike, ethereal feeling that was not a dream. My blood was boiling, but I ejaculated in less than a minute, all of it going into my mother's vagina. I gave my first time to my mother right in front of my father.

I collapsed onto her, panting, and she kissed my lips, saying, "It's normal for the first time."

My mother, no longer shy, 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 problem, so I won'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 my penis out 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, mixed with my father's semen and even more vaginal fluid, kept gushing out, making her entire vulva appear crystal clear. I couldn't help but bring my lips to kiss this swamp 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 directly, "Mom, I remember you didn't have this much pubic hair before. It seems to be more now than before?"

"I had to prepare my skin for the surgery, which involved shaving all the hair. After that one time, the hair grew back naturally more. What? Have you seen my vulva before?"

"Yes, you two used to have sex so often. I often peeked at you having sex through a crack in the old door. Once, after you and Dad finished, you spread your legs and were facing the door, and I saw it. It's been seven years and I still can't forget it. I also know where you kept your condoms and what brand you used. Sometimes you would throw used condoms under the bed and forget to clean them up. And I also watched the porn you hid!" I excitedly revealed all the secrets and felt incredibly happy.

"You brat! You bad boy!" Mom and Dad said at the same time. "Looks like I didn't need to teach you anything. You've already seen everything you should and shouldn't have known back then!"

"Haha, I'm just worried about you two. You used to have such a strong sex drive. I could tell you went at least once every two days just by counting the condoms. And that doesn't even include the many times I saw you didn't use condoms."

"That was my safe period, I had to count it. Your dad and I love each other so much that we had sex so much, understand?" Mom said.

"Yes, no wonder they say that satisfying sex is a guarantee of a happy married life. I've never seen you two argue in all these years. But you have sex much less now, do you not want to do it anymore?" I asked.

"When you were born, your mother and I used to do it at least twice a day, sometimes even more, haha. But now that we're older, it's just become the norm. But your mother still wants more," Dad said, both proudly and helplessly.

"Mom, you haven't reached orgasm yet, have you?" I asked excitedly again, my lust quickly reigniting within me. As soon as 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 in a state of heightened arousal, sucking on Dad's penis while I was penetrating her. I ejaculated, and Dad, aroused, took over, and she turned to give me oral sex with my penis in his mouth. Dad ejaculated, and I continued penetrating her, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

On the fifth round, Mom climaxed. She was ecstatic from being fucked by the two of us, her breasts swelled even more, and her face flushed even more. The repeated orgasms caused a torrent of vaginal fluid and semen to gush from Mom's vagina, which, combined with our sweat, soaked the entire bedsheet. 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 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 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... After that, our whole family was immersed in a sea of sex all night, 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 would adhere to the principle of sexual openness. Within the family, as long as my mother was not feeling unwell, I could have sex with her as much as I wanted while I was at home until I graduated from university. This was to solve my masturbation problem and the problem of my father not being able to satisfy my mother's sexual needs. After saying this, in the bright morning sunlight, my mother and I had sex again in front of my father.

Recalling that passionate night, my feelings are complex. My parents and I experienced the purest form of sex together. Many people might consider it crazy or immoral. To be honest, I also feel a certain degree of guilt. If my parents hadn't discovered my hidden camera, our family life would have been just like any other family. But it has already happened, and it's something I never dared to imagine. Besides, overall it was a beautiful experience. It was the result of my parents' unique and open-minded views on sex, and it was our family's private secret that no one else knew about, so I accepted it calmly. On

my first day back home this winter vacation, the three of us repeated our family sex party. My parents specially bought sex toys for this day: my mother's sexy lingerie, an electric vibrator, and aphrodisiacs. That night was incredibly wild; we tried countless sex positions and techniques, and the next morning I saw that my mother's labia were swollen.

In the following weeks, I had sex with my mother alone 10 times (each time ejaculating more than once), in my room. She also had sex with my father alone 5 times. Finally, two days before I returned to school, I spent another night with my parents. That night, I tried to penetrate my mother's anus, but she and my father quickly stopped me; they didn't like it. The increased sex life greatly satisfied my mother's libido, and she looked much younger as a result. I suggested they try more things, like SM role-playing, but they didn't seem to react much. However, they did take one of my suggestions: to record the number of times they had sex on a calendar, so that my parents could have a more regular sex life when I wasn't home.

I still have a year and a half left in college, and I will maintain this sexual relationship with my mother during every vacation.

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