One night I awoke, and there was quite a rain storm pelting my windows. I tiptoed past my parents' room and went downstairs to get a glass of milk. Halfway through the living room, I noticed a dim light on in the kitchen. There were quiet voices, which at first I thought were my dad and mom; but getting closer, I realized it was Becky and Dad. They were sitting at the kitchen table just talking quietly, and for a few moments I debated whether to walk in on them. But I hung back in the shadows and waited.
A chair scraped back against the floor, and there was no more talking. I waited to see if they would walk past me and back upstairs, but there was no walking, just a soft moaning. I peeked around the kitchen doorway just enough to see that Becky was sitting on a kitchen chair and Dad was standing in front of her. His cock was sticking straight out and Becky was kissing it and licking it, and soon, it just disappeared into her mouth.
Now, maybe you have known about this thing, but I had never seen anything like this before in all my 19 years. My eyes just were transfixed on the sight before me. Dad was holding her head and his cock was pushing in and out of her mouth. He was moaning quietly and she was totally enrapt in the job she was doing.
It didn't look like he was forcing her to do anything. She had this look on her face, I mean apart from her wide open mouth, like she was….enjoying it! I suddenly realized I have to be careful to breathe very quietly or they'd notice my presence. But I just stood there like a statue watching this whole scene, and soon it looked like Dad's juices were coming into her mouth.
I stepped back around the doorway, decided I didn't need any milk after all and turned as silently as I knew how and padded up the stairs, carefully avoiding the step that squeaked, and went back to my bed.
Wow! I mean, I've been living in the same house with Dad and Mom all my life, and what they do behind closed doors I'm not all that aware of. But I'd never seen anything like that before. Needless to say, I was no longer sleepy, and just lay there listening to the rain and waiting to hear footsteps up the stairs.
I didn't hear Becky walking up the stairs, but I heard her clear her throat and walk past my door to the bathroom at the end of the hall. When she was in there for a while, I heard Dad come up and go back to his room with Mom and close the door. Then Becky came out of the bathroom and went into her room quietly. Only I didn't hear her shut the door. I laid there for awhile and listened. I don't know what I was listening for, but I also knew there was no way I could go back to sleep right away.
I waited to be sure there was no sound from my parents' room, and got up as quietly as I could and walked across the hall to Becky's room. I walked in and whispered, "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I saw you two in the kitchen just now."
