Peeping at Mom having sex

My mother is beautiful, not very tall, and in her forties now. From childhood to adulthood, I've seen her naked body

many times intentionally or unintentionally, and I've 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 their entire bed through the crack.

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 dresses at home, and whenever she bent over, I could always see her cleavage. Sometimes she didn't

wear a bra; perhaps because she thought I was too small, 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 suitable size and not unattractive.

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 a plastic wrapper under the covers. I picked it up and saw it was torn in half, with the words "Contraception"

printed (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,

loud and clear, like a French kiss. Then I heard 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 that plastic wrapper from somewhere and tear it open. Then I heard the sound of clothes being undressed; my father pulled down my mother's

underwear . The bed creaked slightly, and my mother moaned softly… I couldn't believe it—my parents were

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 for peeping. Around middle school, after learning a little about that kind of thing, I often curiously

observed their daily life through that crack.

The first time I saw my parents having sex was probably before that, but I saw it completed, not in progress

. That scene is unforgettable: my mother was sleeping on the outside of the bed, her body facing me, fast asleep, her deep

cleavage peeking out from under the covers, and her genitals were also vaguely visible. At that time

, seeing this through that crack in the door, I didn't have a clear answer to why my mother was sleeping naked next to my father;

it was just a primal, budding feeling.

Many times, I deliberately got up early and tiptoed to my parents' room, each time with

the excitement mixed with the guilt of a thief. I often saw the blankets on my parents' window piled high and occasionally wriggling

, but I couldn't see any of their bodies, just their ups and downs. I didn't know why, so I stopped

looking .

As I grew older, and more importantly, I discovered

many , 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 arrived. 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 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 parents hadn't had a chance to be intimate for over ten days, and this was

clearly ! 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 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 reluctant to part. I never

imagined I would witness such a scene of intercourse so closely. Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth open, breathing softly.

Gradually Dad's movements became more vigorous. Suddenly, he shuddered, then collapsed onto Mom

, panting heavily. Just as Dad ejaculated, I saw Mom's toes clench and unclench as if electrocuted, seemingly

exhausted as well. She let out a long breath, and both of them were panting heavily. A dozen seconds later, Mom kissed Dad

's cheek, and Dad turned and pressed his lips to Mom's, kissing her passionately. This was the first time I had clearly

seen my parents kiss. It lasted almost a minute, the sounds of their kissing and teeth clashing were deafening.

When they parted, their tongues were still connected by a few strands of saliva. Mom then smiled and whispered

something to Dad, her hands roaming and stroking his back. They lay like that for several minutes, then

Dad rolled over to his side—the side facing me, completely blocking Mom's genitals! I watched as he removed

the condom from his limp penis, wrapped it in toilet paper, and tossed it under the bed. My mother turned to her side,

took the toilet paper my father had 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 "homework" they'd been owing for so long, so

I planned to spy on them again that night.

That night, Mom went to bed early. Dad didn't come back to his bedroom until after midnight after watching TV. I waited until he went into

his room , and then I heard him lock the door. I immediately went to the door, but the light immediately went off. I was extremely helpless but...

I heard their whispers inside… then the smacking sounds of kissing… followed by

the sound of a condom being torn… panting… the sounds of slapping against each other… 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 recalled the unprecedented gains of

the entire day. I had seen 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 hadn't seen my mother's genitals, which was a regret, so I

guessed that they might be doing it in the morning. So, the next morning, at the crack of dawn, 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. It was clear that their passion had not been exhausted during the day and night. 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 her movements

weren't fast. After a while, they rolled over, Mom now on top, her breasts

trembling with each thrust of Dad's penis into her vagina. Then they rolled over again, Dad regaining the upper hand. 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 thrusts quickened, and

suddenly . 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, then shared another 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 white fluid was flowing from her vaginal opening; clearly, Dad had ejaculated directly into Mom's vagina! They hadn't used

a condom ! 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 particularly unusual. It was a night when I'm a very alert sleeper. In my drowsy state, I heard a

rhythmic banging on the door. The sound was coming from my parents' room, so I got up to investigate. I noticed

a flickering light coming from their room—it must be the TV light. That's when I understood the purpose of those pornographic videos.

But why was the door making the noise? Excitedly, I peered through the crack, but could only vaguely see their lower bodies—just

the thickness of the door. They were having sex against the door! At such close range, I could hear my mother's

moans, "Mmm... mmm... mmm mmm." On one side of the door, my mother and father were having sex standing up while watching the TV screen

; on the other side, I was eavesdropping. Just one door! Soon, they moved away from

the doorway . Dad helped Mom to the corner of the bed and continued thrusting into her from behind. Mom occasionally turned her head to look in

the direction of the TV. She gripped the sheets at the corner of the bed with both hands, her breasts trembling with Dad's thrusts. In the dim light, her

expression was indescribable—a mixture of satisfaction and lust for Dad. This was so different from my mother. Her

students would never see their teacher's beauty at this moment, but I could enjoy this sight. Dad ejaculated

. Afraid they would come out, I quickly and nervously slipped back to my room. Sure enough, Mom came out.

Through the crack in my half-open door, I saw her come out naked to use the bathroom. Judging from the sound, she only urinated a

little . I immediately recalled the sex books in their bedside table that said

women could wash away some semen by urinating after unprotected sex. It seemed they hadn't used a condom again. After she went back inside,

the lights went out. I couldn't sleep that night. The next day, I deliberately asked innocently, "

What happened at the door last night?" They woke me up. Mom immediately became nervous and stammered out some reasons, while

Dad just smiled and said nothing.

Dad sometimes went on business trips to other places for meetings, so I often took the opportunity to sleep with Mom. She always

complied 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 didn't dare do anything too outrageous. One

night , Dad returned from his trip; the train arrived around that time. Mom got up to unpack his luggage.

Dad's trip was only 7 or 8 days. Seeing that I was already asleep in their bed, she didn't wake me.

Actually, I was just pretending to be asleep. As I expected, after a brief flurry of activity, I thought I heard Mom

whisper "Let's do it." Then, 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

definitely going to have a wild time again; absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? But this time, they did it on my little bed.

Mom didn't come back to sleep with me for about half an hour. When I got up and went back to my room in the morning, I was both amused and exasperated to find Mom's

pink bra still draped over my pillow… and lots of wet toilet paper on the floor.

Every time I watch Mom and Dad's live sex show, I can't help but go back to my room, tear off

a piece of toilet paper, and masturbate a few times, imagining that it wasn't

Dad who was penetrating Mom, but me.

One thing's a little sad is that they always have the blanket over them when they make love, so I can't see their intense intercourse.

It's just that one morning I found them completely naked, sleeping together, the blanket kicked to the side.

Mom and Dad's sex life is so frequent that I've also found many boxes of

condoms and even more under the mattress and pillows. Occasionally, there were used condoms and

toilet paper , clearly forgotten to be cleaned up. I picked up the used condom and examined it; inside was Dad's milky white

semen, and the liquid on the outer surface must have been the vaginal lubrication from Mom. It was slippery and wet, and I licked it.

There wasn't anything particularly special about the taste. Another time was especially interesting. One day, my mother came home from grocery shopping

and realized she'd forgotten to buy salt. She asked me to go downstairs and buy it for her, saying the money was in her handbag and I should get it myself.

Although I was a little reluctant, I did as she said. But when I opened her bag, I found two boxes of black-packaged

condoms! 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.

Thinking about it now, it's hilarious

… Judging from the reduced number of condoms, I know they have sex at least 4 to 5 times a week. Of course, the

number of times they have sex without condoms is impossible to count, but it's definitely on weekends! Also, their sex life seems quite traditional; they don't change positions much. What I've seen is either the father on top or the mother on top, occasionally rear-entry, not as exaggerated as in porn or novels. I've also never seen them perform oral sex. Those experiences are from the last century. My mother was not yet 40 years old then. After the renovation, the door was changed, and of course, I no longer had the chance to witness my mother and father's passionate sex. Now, I really want to see my mother and father making love again. Their usual strictness and dignity, completely naked in bed, revealing a woman's deepest, most hidden side—sex—is so different. I like my mother more then! However, I recently, quite by chance, obtained a camera that allows me to secretly film my parents' bedroom. This camera is connected to my laptop. Since their bedroom and living room are separated by a wooden structure on the balcony, I can use this method to secretly film their bed. Not only that, but I can also secretly film another room through a small hole in a special location in my bedroom. I have already seen many relatives changing clothes or sleeping through this hole. A few days ago, I even filmed and recorded my mother changing her underwear!

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