[Let me also share my childhood experiences of voyeurism] (This is the first time I've talked about it)

Another New Year has passed, and the fleeting years often evoke dreamlike

reminiscences . I saw an article online about spying on parents during sex, and based on my own similar experience, I decided to write one

myself. Please forgive any shortcomings in my writing.

Speaking of sex, I must say that I went from being vaguely aware to becoming familiar with it through voyeurism. Many people probably have

similar experiences; my object of voyeurism was my parents' sex life. Those born in the 70s and 80s

are probably very familiar with those old-fashioned wooden doors in their homes. My means of spying was that small but

perfectly offering a clear view of their bed.

I can't remember exactly when I started using that crack to peek, but one thing I vividly remember is

my childhood Oedipus complex, my constant curiosity about women's bodies, and my mother was undoubtedly the most realistic

object of my fantasies. When my mother wore loose clothing at home, I could often glimpse her breasts from the side or when she bent over.

Although I was young, my sexual awakening was instinctive and natural. To see my mother naked

, I had to find a time when she wasn't dressed. I couldn't peek into the bathroom, so I could only peek through this crack. Every time I thought my mother was about to

change clothes , I would peek because I really wanted to see what a woman's genitals looked like. Many times I saw

my mother completely naked, but she always had her back to me. I was probably in third or fourth grade at the time. I didn't know how to masturbate, but after

watching I would rub my genitals against the corner of the bed and get that very comfortable feeling. That's what I found very exciting.

By chance, I discovered some books and pornographic magazines that my parents had hidden, which introduced sex techniques. At the time, I

didn't understand any of the words in them. I was completely clueless about what vagina, penis, intercourse, and contraception

were , but I knew it was something between men and women, and it was very exciting.

To understand what those books were about, I had to watch what my parents did in bed while they slept,

so I started spying on them. The first time I witnessed my parents' sexual act was shocking. I had just started junior high school. It was an

autumn morning, around 6 a.m. I peeked through a crack and saw my parents, one on top

of the other pulled back halfway. They were naked, embracing each other, their bodies writhing and rubbing against each other,

occasionally kissing. My mother

was even moaning softly. I was utterly stunned. I stared, my face flushed, my heart pounding,

until I saw my father's pubic hair was thick,

and his penis was covered with something wet. He took it off and threw it off the bed. My mother's pubic area was also covered in dark pubic hair, but it

was flat and bare (at that time, I thought all male and female genitalia were the same).

Then she took a towel and wiped herself down, and they pulled the blanket up and went to sleep. From that moment on, I understood what

sexual intercourse was. My father inserted his erect penis into my mother's vagina and thrust in and out, what my classmates and friends

jokingly called "doing it." From then on, I officially began my voyeuristic "career" of observing my parents' sex life.

The changes during puberty are obvious. The unspoken discussions about sex at school are endless, and most

people learn about sex through these channels. But I had a unique opportunity to witness it

firsthand . My parents were very cooperative, doing it several times a week, without fail on weekends.

In fact, I didn't have to wait for them every day; they would always give me signals when they wanted to make love. Their

bedroom door had a hidden lock, usually opened with a key inserted in the lock. If they removed the key before bed, making it

impossible to open from the outside, it was a signal that they wanted to make love privately. Logically, knowing what was going on, I shouldn't have

watched anymore, but the voyeuristic urge was hard to suppress.

Seeing the key's signal always excited me immensely, especially in the summer when the blankets were thin. Although they

couldn't see anything at night if they turned off the lights, if I got up early and peeked through the crack, I could often

find my parents asleep in bed, completely naked, covered only by a thin towel. My mother would lie completely naked on the bed, letting me see her as much as I wanted. I stared at

her most mysterious part—her pubic area, that inverted triangle of pubic hair—for over ten minutes several times. 　　If either of them woke up, it was usually my parents who would have another round. The light was perfect then, and many times, the most beautiful scenes of their lovemaking, in my memory, happened during this time. Freshly awake and full of energy, they would caress, kiss , and penetrate me from front to back, each scene vividly portrayed through the crack in the door. 　　The panting, the moans—I could hear them clearly through the door. In winter, with thick blankets, I could occasionally see them doing it, but all I could see was the rising and falling of the blankets. My parents always used condoms for contraception; there were always seven or eight boxes on the bedside table, all in black boxes, I remember. 　　When I was in the second year of junior high, I saw them sitting face-to-face on the bed, tightly embracing, touching and kissing. They stopped halfway through to help the father put on a condom before continuing. It was nighttime, with the bedside lamp on. The mother's breasts were quite firm, probably a C-cup, swaying back and forth, and I could hear the slapping sounds from below. They did it intermittently, stopping and starting. Finally, it seemed the mother also orgasmed, panting as she lay down, her legs wrapped around the father's back for a long time, preventing him from pulling out. It was clear the father 's technique satisfied the mother. 　　I've seen my parents have simple penetrating sex many times. The father seems to particularly like the rear-entry position, but the mother doesn't seem to. After orgasm, they always linger, kissing and caressing, instead of immediately turning over and cleaning up. This is clearly what they did according to what their sex book said. The book also introduced oral sex, which I've only seen my parents do once or twice , but only superficially. The mother seemed to enjoy being licked, but she didn't perform oral sex on the father. 　　However, this is still quite rare, even though both parents are highly educated; the times weren't as open . Besides that, I also knew that my mom's period started around the 14th of each month because I had secretly watched her change her sanitary napkins when she got up. 　　So, back in the days when my friends and classmates were passing around DVDs, I had absolutely no interest in any of that. My mom was pretty good-looking , and if I was really horny, I could watch her and my dad have sex live for me—no damage to the computer's DVD drive, how great! Fantasies aside, I saw almost everything about my mom's private life. But sex is sex, and everyday life is everyday life. The role reversal goes without saying, and I was the same. I was still obedient as usual, never causing my parents any worry about my studies, and my grades were never bad. 　　Looking back now, I'm actually grateful for my parents' selfless sexual demonstrations. Although they never verbally discussed sensitive topics about men and women with me, watching their sex life gave me the most complete and direct sex education, allowing me to…

All my mystique about sex vanished, and I became much more confident in my interactions with girls. However, I never considered trying it myself, even

in college. I always insisted on saving the best for last. Since we moved house in my first year of high school, peeping at my parents' intimate moments

became a memory.

This recollection is rather brief, as it happened a long time ago and I peeped quite a few times. I've only mentioned a few of

the most memorable ; detailed descriptions might be considered exaggerated or pornographic. Now I'm wondering, when I have my own children,

could parents perhaps demonstrate sex education to them themselves?

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