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(A memory from me at 16)

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 07 Oct 2006 1 comments
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I woke in the night. Not usual for me at all, but something stirred me. I blinked a couple of times in the darkness, trying to pin down exactly what had roused me from my dreams. I heard a muffled thumping;intermittent, but definately there. Slowly the realisation dawned on me that my parents were having sex in thier room next to mine. I lay there listening to the sounds and trying to imagine what was happening there. I felt suddenly awake like I am never awake. Vibrant, every sense tingling. I fel my breathing deepen as I let my imagination play. I decided that I would have to see for myself. If they opened thier door, I could pretend I didnt feel well or something. Silently, cat-like, I got out of bed and with careful measured steps, crossed my room and slowly opened my door. The sounds were louder in the hallway. Holding my breath I tip-toed along to their room. I could see a soft light under the door, and I crouched down to see through the keyhole. I peered into the room beyond. I saw my dad kneeling on the bed holding mum's hips and from behind, I could see his cock going in and out of her. I could hear her moan with each thrust. As I watched the pace quickened. This was nothing like the romantic, genteel way I had (assumed?) they did it. Dad was, there is no other word for it, fucking my mum almost brutally. Clearly she was enjoying it because I could hear snatches of what she said between moans. "Fuck, Oh fuck yes. Do it harder. Shag me,,,, shag my fucking brains out." I never knew mum used language like that. I saw them quicken still more. Dad said "Nearly there." Mum said, "Wait... tell me when." A few more thrusts and he said "Now". Suddenly mum moved and I saw dads imense cock glistening in the soft light. Then I saw mum's face appear. She held dads cock and started rubbing it furiously. Then I saw him jetting streams of cum on her face. some of it went in her mouth. By now, I was shaking with (fear?) (excitement?) I scurried back to the safety of my room and covered myself with the quilt. For a few moments I lay their shivering. I'd never seen them like that, I didnt even think they COULD be like that. Eventually, the shock subsided until, all I could see in my mind was dads cock going in and out of mum. My fingers quickly found my pussy which was creamy like never before. I started fingering, but just clit rubbing wasnt enough. I reached for one of the many candles I keep in my room, and using it like a cock I shoved it inside me. I got a real good rhythm going, and I felt my arousal climb still higher, but, somehow, I knew I needed more to cum. (Strange, because I didnt usually have any problem cumming.) No matter how hard I rubbed or fucked myself I didnt feel I was getting closer. So I moaned some ot the thigns i heard mum saying. It helped. A lot! In the end I thought the unthinkable and started to think about dad doing that to me. "Oh yes, daddy, Ohh fuck... yessss fuck me with your huge prick. Ohhh daddyy.. yesssss DDADDDYYYYYYYYYY" The orgasm was nasty... lovely, pure, brutal, primal. Pulling the candle from me, I did something I had not done before. I sucked my juices from it.(This is one of my most deep memories. I think in some ways it was a rite of passage. I was not a girl, I was a woman, and I knew that I could arouse men. I was, in some way, ready to think about taboo things. I was ready to let sex not only be loving and romantic, but dirty, nasty, fabulously erotic.)