I always knew that my mother was a very sexual person. She's fairly short, only about 5 feet tall, with a reasonable sized bust. As a young teenager, it was pretty obvious by the noises coming through the wall, as she and my father fucked, with some frequency. She wasn't particularly vocal but the bed springs obviously took a good pounding. As a horny teenager, I spent numerous hours masturbating, as this was going on. The fact that it was my mum and dad, didn't prevent raging hormones taking over. I had assumed that this was standard for parents having intercourse.
Little did I know in these early years, that it was the tip of the iceberg. As I got older and perhaps braver, I started looking around in their bedroom, for any indications of what they were up to. First stop, my mother's underwear. Most was standard everyday bra's, pants and tights. However, there was also a significant collection of suspender belts, stockings, skimpy pants and bra's, some of which would have hidden little or nothing. It was here that I found that her boobs were a 36c.
Next step, the bedside tables. Nothing here of interest. Oh well, I thought that may be it. I continued these snooping sessions, being careful to replace everything where I found it. It took a while but finally I hit pay dirt. At the back of one of the cupboards, a collection of fetish magazines. These mostly dealt with bondage, leather and rubber. Reading the articles and letters gave me a wide and varied sexual education. As I hadn't found any rubber or leather gear, I wondered if my parents were into bondage. Could I image my mum tied to the bed and being pleasured, with raging hormones and a hardon, the answer was yes.