I knew that I should have just smiled, and then walked past, but I couldn't help it, I had to stop and listen. I had heard my parents making love before, but this time it was a lot louder, probably because they hadn't closed the door properly. Normally I would have left them to it, but the shaft of light coming from the bedroom was too tempting. I could hear my Mother moaning, and my Father grunting. Should I take a look? My rising cock made the decision for me.
I had to move nearer to the door, because the gap was only a couple of inches. As I looked in, I tried not to think about the consequences of being caught. What I saw made it worth the risk. Mother was on her back, head to one side, and with her eyes closed. My Father was on top of her. He was holding her legs high in the air as he kept thrusting into her. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
My hand was now on my cock as I watched them fucking. I didn't know how long they could keep going, but I wasn't going to last long. I started to masturbate quicker, then I froze, mid-stroke. Her eyes were now open, and she was looking at me. I tried to stay calm, there was no way she could see me, but why was she smiling?
"Fuck me hard, my cunt is ready to come."
My Father grunted something, then he lifted her legs even higher. As he finished her off, our eyes were locked together, until she closed hers when she climaxed. For a few seconds I stood there, cock in hand, then I came to my senses.
Back in my bedroom I frantically pumped my cock. In less than a minute I climaxed, wave after wave. I thought it would never end. Had she really seen me? If she had, then why hadn't she done something about it? An hour later I was still thinking about it, especially her saying 'cunt'. My Mother never ever uses any crude words. I had to masturbate again. This time it took ten minutes, but the climax was as good as the first one.
When I awoke the next day, my first thought was, 'Am I going to be in trouble?' As I went into the kitchen I was apprehensive, almost expecting to be told off. However, Father greeted me with a cheery, "Good Morning," and Mother gave me a big smile. I then joined Father at the table. After five minutes I relaxed, the conversation had been normal. So she hadn't noticed me watching them. I was relieved, but also disappointed. I thought we had shared an intimate moment.
That night I had to go to the bathroom again. I paused briefly at their door, but this time it was fully closed, and the only sound was snoring. The next night I did the same again. This was going to have to stop, I was becoming obsessed with it. It took some willpower, but I managed it. Now when I go to the bathroom I hurry past their room.
However, a week later I couldn't resist. The door was partially open again, perhaps even more than last time. I managed to go past without stopping, but on my way back from the bathroom I just had to take a look. I told myself one quick peek then I would go, but deep down I knew that was a lie.
This time Mother was sitting up. My Father was going down on her, and she had both her hands on his head. It looked as if she was holding onto him to make sure he didn't stop licking her. Her eyes were closed, but then she opened them. I stepped back, worried she had seen me. I waited a few seconds, then I had to look again. What I saw sent a shudder of excitement down my spine. She was looking at me, and this time I knew she could see me. She then smiled, I now had her approval to watch.
Still keeping her eyes on mine, she said, "It's now time to finish me off. Put three fingers deep up my cunt," then she hesitated before adding, "Or should it be four?"
I quickly nodded, and she smiled again.
"Yes make it four."
When she gave a loud groan, I knew she got what she had asked for.
I was now in a race with her to see who would climax first. I was frantically working my cock, but I wasn't worried about being heard, the noise she was making was loud enough to drown out any sounds from me. Two minutes later she exploded, her upper body going rigid, and her head shaking from side to side. She had won, but I was close behind. As soon as I had finished I left, I didn't want to be caught outside with a still hard cock straining against my now wet pyjama bottoms.
Back in bed, I had to play with myself again. This was new for me. Even though I am only nineteen, I normally needed at least an hour before I want to come again, but this time it was different. As I stroked my cock I thought about my Mother. This was the first time I had seen her naked tits. I had always admired them, not big, just a good handful, but nicely pear shaped. They looked good on her when she was clothed, but even more impressive without. If only I could get my hands on them, or my mouth on her nice suckable nipples. With that thought, I emptied my ball again. Five minutes after my second climax, I was tempted to try for a third, but I resisted. However, I had now decided that if she wanted to put on a show for me, then I was definitely going to watch. All thoughts about walking past that open door had now gone.
When I joined them for breakfast I knew nothing would be said about last night. Father had no idea I was there, he had been too busy between her legs to realise that I was outside the door, and Mother was more than happy for me to be watching.
"Three or four?"
I looked at her wide-eyed, was she referring to last night? Then she smiled.
"Slices of bacon."
I grinned back at her, before saying, "Just three. What about you?"
"I am greedy. I always need four to fill me up."
I looked across at Father, he was engrossed in the sports section of the newspaper. He probably hadn't even heard what we had said, and even if he had, it would have sounded completely innocent. After serving me, Mother joined us at the table.
"I am so clumsy."
She had knocked a fork off the table while reaching for her coffee.
"Be a darling and pick it up for me."
Father raised his head from the newspaper, but when he saw that she was looking at me, he lowered it and started reading again. I looked near her feet, it wasn't there. It must have gone under the table. I moved my chair out and crawled under.
"Can you see it?"
"No."
But what I could see was a lot of leg. She was sitting with them quite wide apart, and her skirt was high up on her thighs. As I crawled further in I got a better view, I could almost see her knickers.
"It might be under my feet. I'll move them."
When she did, I almost gasped.
"Can you see it now?"
I muttered a quick, "Yes."
It wasn't the fork I was looking at, it was her cunt. It was covered by a pair of skimpy white knickers that were stretched tight, but even so, it was still a highly erotic sight. I would have liked to stare at it all day, but I knew I only had a few seconds. My Father wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he would soon start to wonder why I was spending so long under the table. Reluctantly I picked up the fork, then I crawled out.
As I handed it to her, she said, "Thanks, next time when I drop it, I will make sure it's easier to find."
We both laughed at that, but Father shook his head as if we were mad. I had a strong feeling that there might be a next time, and if there was, the same thing would happen again, but this time she wouldn't be wearing any knickers. I couldn't wait for that to happen.
For the next three days I was away on a field trip with college. It had been arranged a couple of months ago, and I had been looking forward to it, that was until things had started happening at home between Mother and myself. I did enjoy it, but I was glad when I got back home.
As I stepped through the door I got a big hug from Mother. She seemed reluctant to let go. When she did eventually release me, she moved back, and then she looked me up and down.
"Did they feed you OK?"
"Yes, but it wasn't as good as your cooking."
That pleased her, and from the smile on her face I knew there was a feast waiting for me. An hour later we were eating, it was even better than I had expected. As I finished the last mouthful I patted my stomach.
"I hope you have room for dessert. It's ice cream."
I didn't need to reply, I just grinned. She knew I always had room for ice cream. She handed me the bowl, then she sat down at the table.
"Thanks, please pass me a spoon."
Father reached for one, but Mother got there first. She then leant across the table, and I put my hand out, but she dropped the spoon before I had hold of it. It fell onto my lap, and then onto the floor. I thought Father would make some sarcastic remark, but he didn't, he just gave a dismissive shake of his head. This time I didn't need asking, I knew she wanted me to retrieve it. That's why she had deliberately dropped it.
I quickly crawled under, full of expectations. I wasn't disappointed, her legs couldn't have been any wider apart. It was there in full view, and this time there was nothing covering it up. My Mother's naked cunt. I tried to take it all in, to get that image seared into my brain.
She had a full bush, almost wild, and her labia was impressive. I must have stared at her most intimate place for five seconds, or ten at the most, but if felt like minutes. Then I made my way out. Before standing up I picked up the spoon, I could have done that without going under the table.
As I ate the ice cream I glanced across at Mother, her face was a picture of innocence. Had she really shown me what she had between her legs? Yes, she had brazenly presented it to me, and I had looked at it like a thirsty man looks at a glass of water.
I went to my room as soon as I had finished eating. I was desperate to play with myself, but I resisted the urge. I wanted a climax, but I knew she would be putting on a show for me tonight. I wanted to come while I was watching them fuck.
While I waited for them to go to bed, I thought about her. I had always got lots of hugs and kisses from her, but nothing inappropriate, until now. Was that first time, when I had watched them making love, an accident? Had they just forgotten to fully close the door, or had she deliberately left a gap for me? If she had, then she would have known that it would be too tempting for me to resist.
