When does sexual curiosity cross the boundary, into an invasion of privacy. For someone like me, who is addicted to snooping and discovery, it is a hard question to answer. I know what I do, is wrong. However, it is for the most part, how I get my kicks. Should I stop? Does anyone know, or suspect what I have been doing? Would they care? I suppose most would be disgusted or furious.
How did I arrive here? I suppose, like a lot of curious horny young men, thinking about sex. For me, nearly all of the time. My curiosity roused by the sound of my parents having sex. I suppose not unfamiliar to some. A several times a week event for me. I began to fantasise about what they were doing. Eventually, I needed more than my imagination. This was the beginning of my obsession. I began looking for any indication, as to what was actually causing the sounds I heard. An almost forensic investigation of my parents bedroom, didn't entirely give me the answer. A couple of small vibrators and some pictures of my mum in the nude and wearing sexy underwear.
The sounds continued all of the time I was at home. Starting work, I moved into a shared house. The other occupants all about my age. Two single women and a couple in a relationship. Booze flowed freely in the communal lounge. This arrangement did nothing to satisfy my curiosity and need to discover. They were all far too open. The couple had sex almost daily, mutual masturbation and intercourse. One of the women had a succession of boyfriends but admitted that she rarely got an orgasm, except when she was on her own. The other was a virtual nymphomaniac. Not to my taste. Bleached blonde hair and too much make up. She did have an awesome figure. Large breasts, a narrow waist and nice bum. Her latest boyfriend carried around a Gladstone bag, which was apparently full of dildos and vibrators. She would ask about the size of my cock and whether I wanted to join them. All of this was far too out in the open. Part of the thrill is the covert nature, of what I had started to do.
Visits to other family members and friends, threw up things which were much more exciting for me. Any chance to listen in to family conversations, gossip or to investigate bedrooms, was what I craved. Events like Christmas were fantastic. A big family gathering, where a lot people drank far more than they were used to. Hints stored away for further investigation.
After my parents, my brother was always the source of a treat. Never very discrete at the best of times and not with the best record on the relationship front. He is on to his third marriage. His first was the result of a long distance relationship. In the days before email and text, there were numerous love letters. I would only see one end of the exchange, her letters to him. Outwardly she seemed quiet and demure. Her parents appeared the same. Under the surface, things were different. Whether she was responding to his requests or proposing things on her own, I didn't know. She said that on her next visit, she would cover herself in baby oil, for him to rub against. It became clear as the letters arrived, that she was being tied to the bed and having her bottom spanked. The last before they married, told him not the forget the Vaseline. An invitation to have anal?
Wife number two didn't last long. Too quiet, both outwardly and probably in the bedroom too. They came to stay with me once. Her quiet whimpers could be heard through the thin wall. However, that was all I found out about her.
Number three and the current one, is much more to his liking. Both outwardly, laughing and joking and clearly in the bedroom. It has certainly lasted longer than both of his previous marriages. We are now into the age of computers and digital photography. His first wife was of average build, number two slim and short. Number three, like him, is on the larger side. Their sex life not dissimilar, to what I imagined for his first. There are plenty pictures of her naked. Some with her being paraded round, a collar round her neck, attached to a dog lead. Others with her hog-tied, using Velcro straps, a remote control vibrator in her vagina a butt plug or beads in her anus. I always love interacting with people, knowing what they get up to behind doors. Are they aware of my knowledge? It gives you a different perspective on relationships.
The disparity between outward appearances and private behaviour fascinates me. A visit to one of my friends was one of my favourites. His mum, like him, was tall and slim, dark hair, attractive rather than beautiful. She was obsessive about cleanliness. She wouldn't let anybody in to the house, with their shoes on. Every time I saw her she was wearing smart clothes but with an apron covering them. She was forever dusting or vacuuming. One day, I asked Paul if his mum was this uptight all the time. As she was dragging the Hoover round downstairs, he took me to his parents room. He pulled out one of the drawers in the divan bed. It was full of black leather straps and black sex toys. I was stunned by the pictures he showed me. His mum in a black leather basque and knee length boots. The straps were for his dad. Pictures of him on his hands and knees, bound, with a big black dildo sticking out of his arse. Her strict attitude downstairs, had transferred to the bedroom but nobody would have guessed to what extent.
I moved around a lot in my twenties. A few relationships, nothing that lasted. I don't know if it is a particularly male thing but it was difficult to find women with the same interest as me. Because I was basically itinerant, members of the family would ask me to house sit, when they went on holiday. Did they really know what they were letting themselves in for. Not a problem workwise. Most of our family had stayed within twenty miles, of where I grew up and now lived. I was still in a shared house, so being away didn't cause issues there. On the plus side, it would give me unrestricted access to all of their secrets.
The first of these occasions was at mum and dad's. I wondered if things had changed much, in the years I had been away. Thinking back, it had been nearly five years since I had last been in their room. I had been back many times but they had always been at home. They had already left for their holiday, by the time I got there. They had hidden a key for me. I put my bag in my old room and settled down with a drink. No need to rush, they would be away for a week.
In the corner of the dining room, a computer. Not particularly modern, an old tower system. I turned it on. It took a while to boot up. Password required. I don't think my parents are particularly au fait with technology. It only took me three goes to get in. The usual stuff. Copies of letters, folders for craft projects for both mum and dad. Photos of the garden, house and historical sights on days out. Scanned in pictures of old family holidays, from when I was little, sandcastles on the beach, eating ice cream etc. Some newer holiday snaps, which looked digital. Beaches, old buildings, a couple with mum topless on the beach. She had never done that on family holidays.
Here we go. Scanned in copies of the old photos, I'd seen when I was at home. A few new ones but nothing more explicit than the old ones. Just different poses and newer underwear. A few holding the old vibrators but there were also some new toys. Although, there was nothing showing her using them. No hidden files or folders, so I turned it off. So, there were new toys. I went in search.
Previously, I had found the photos and vibrators in mum's underwear drawer. This time, there was nothing there. Lots of sexy underwear, including open crotch knickers. I know that some people have this as a fetish. It isn't mine. I'm more interested in what people did while wearing them. Had they expected me to look and had hidden things? Nothing in either of the bedside cupboards. The wardrobe, a small box on the shelf above the hanging rail. Some discs, none of which were labelled. I started sliding them into the slot on the small wall mounted TV, which faced the bed. They looked like old VHS video copied over. All mature couples having sex. Only one appeared to be of mum. Doing a striptease and brandishing several sex toys. Still only softcore. Nothing else anywhere.
Where would you put things, to hide them from a young man, in need of a thrill. Leaving the bedroom, my eyes were a little downcast. A couple of indentations in the carpet, under the loft hatch. It needs a pole to push up the hatch, before it will drop down. I found it in the box room. I pushed up, the latch clicked and the cover hung down on its hinges. The cord on the ladder was now within reach. I pulled and the extensions slid down. There is a light switch on the landing. I pushed it and the light shone above me. Climbing the ladder, I looked around. I hadn't been up here since I was a teenager. Sent up to pass down the Christmas tree and decorations. Nostalgia, they were still up here. Even the dusty smell was the same. Was this what I sought. A polished wooden box. It was clean, not covered in dust, like everything else. I noted the position before taking it down the ladder.
Great. Trust my parents to hide stuff in a locked, antique mahogany, brass bound box. No key. I'd not seen anything in their bedroom, to unlock it. Back down to the desk in he dining room. Stationery tray in the top draw, under the computer. Here we go, a brass key. I put the box on the dining table, turned the key and opened the lid. The couple of vibrators I had seen before. A couple of newer pink rubber vibrators. A tube of KY jelly a finger sized butt plug and one slightly bigger. One more disc. I turned the computer back on. I put it into the tray and waited for the whirring to stop as it loaded.
A lot of picture thumbnails. My dad, organised as ever, all labelled in date order. All of the earlier pictures had shown mum with a big brown bush. The earlier ones here were the same. However, these were a lot more explicit. Was dad persuasive or was mum getting more adventurous. Legs open shots, holding her pussy lips apart, even a close up of her clit, which looked impressive. As the dates went on, her pubic hair reduced. Trimmed at the sides and thinned out. The final ones trimmed close. She used the vibrators and there were a couple, showing the base of at least one of the butt plugs. That was the end of the pictures.
There were a couple of short video clips. The first showed her holding her pussy open. The camera looking down as he wanked his cock, aiming his cum into her. The second in the same position with mum on her back the tip of his cock against her anus. He eased inside her. It sounded as if he came in seconds. Followed mum's voice
"Christ Doug! Was that it?" Before the video cut off.
