How many times when you were younger did you say to your mates "my mom and dad have sex... no way there to OLD." I did many a time that was until I was 19.
There was as normal sweet FA on the TV, nothing new there, so there was me, early evening, still light and just lying there on my bed board out of my head just staring at the ceiling. Most other nights I'd be out with the lads trying to chat-up one piece of skirt or another. Not tonight the rain had been hammering it down all day and one by one my friends had phoned to say there was no way they were going out in this weather. So there was I just lying there. I must have nodded off the sleep at some stage because I awoke to muffled talking outside my bedroom down. The room was dark now, my eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light I looked over towards the door. "He must be asleep his lights off... I check" it was mom. Slowly the door started to open, I quickly closed my eyes again and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door close and moms voice again "told you... come on." I then dad's voice "god you a randy cow sometimes." Randy... my mother... No way.
My parents room backs onto my room and the headboard of their bed rest against the wall. In all my 19 years I had never heard any of the sound that you would expect from two people fucking, no moans, no heavy breathing, no headboard back up the wall... in fact all I have ever heard was snoring.
Mom and Dad about to have sex... I fluffed up my pillows and got my self-comfy. My only thoughts being, god I've got to hear this and where is my tape recorder. A quick dig around the bottom draw of my bedside chest located the tape recorder and a mike, which was quickly pressed into operation against the wall. Lying there I could hear everything, my mother moans and cries, my father heavy breathing not to mention the sex talk... mother calling to be fucked harder... dad shout 'take this in your mouth you bitch.' I lay as still as I could not wanting to add any other sounds to the tape other than my parents fucking. This I found to be very hard as all I wanted to do was relief the throbbing in my cock which had grown harder and harder the more they went on. After about half-an-hour or so all went quite and within 10 minutes of that I could hear the usual sound of my dad snoring. I turned off my tape and placed it under the bed. The smile on my face told its own story; I know what I would be dreaming about tonight.
It was a couple of days later before I had chance to play the tape. Mother was in the back garden chatting away to or neighbour over the fence. Grabbing my chance I pulled out the tape recorder and re-wound the tape. Lying down on the bed I hit the play button. Re-playing the sounds of the other night had me hard in seconds; I closed my eyes imagining my mother and father fucking away on their bed.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Mommm" I chocked out, shit I was in it now. She grabbed the tape recorder off the bed and throw it against the far wall. I throw my hand over my head to protect myself from flying plastic. "Turns you on does it?..."
"Hearing your mother getting fucked," with the exception of her sex talk the other night I had never hear my mother use bad language like that before. "Turns you on does it? Imaging me naked." Her voice breaking with anger. "Fancy me do you, like to get your dick up would you?" Looking at my mother standing by the side of my bed, hands on her hips, wearing a old faded t-shirt and jeans, the sort of thing she was always wearing when clearing the house, no not looking like that I definitely didn't fancy her. I should have said something, lying there with my mouth open, anything, but all I could think off was if she tells dad I'm dead... "I'll teach you, you little bastard," she screamed into my face. "Come on then what you got!" the pitch of her voice had changed "what?" was the only thing I could say. Mom's hands went straight to my flies, unzipping my jeans, pushing her hand into my boxer shorts and popping out my cock.
"Mom...no" I said.
