Over the past few years I have found myself occasionally, as I masturbate, fantasising about watching my father fuck my mother. It is quite a vivid and compelling and arousing fantasy, and always helps me on my way to a delicious orgasm.
By way of background, my parents, who both passed away many years ago, were as far as I could tell quite conservative sexually. They were certainly not the kind of parents one reads of on this forum and elsewhere who often went naked in front of us children, though I did see both of them naked very occasionally as a very young child - quite a vivid memory. I certainly never in real life saw the behaving in an overtly sexual way to one another. My mother was an attractive woman and was, I think, more interested in sex than my father. She more or less admitted that to us that she had been quite promiscuous as a young woman during World War Two, and looking back I think she may well have cuckolded my father while they were married, perhaps with his agreement . I like to fantasise about that too...
But my principal fantasy is to be in my parents' bedroom watching as my father mounts my mother...I imagine him especially mounting her doggy style, she on her hands and knees on the bed, her thighs spread, her hairy pussy open to him, the pink lips of her vulva glimpsed among the dark curls of her bush, him kneeling behind her, his hard cock jutting out from his loins and bobbing about as he shuffles on his knees towards her. She reaches back and grasps his cock and draws it into her cunt. She gasps as she feels him enter her, her grunts as he feels her cunt enfold his cock. He starts to fuck her, thrusting into her one arm encircling her waist and holding her onto his cock, his other arm snaking down around her hips up up under her belly , his fingers exciting her clit. Her face is a mask of lust, her eyes closed...his eyes are open as he looks down at his woman open before him, his face rigid and red as his excitement builds... She takes her weight on one hand, and with the other reaches back again between her parted thighs and caresses his balls as they swing back and forth in his sac with his thrusts. And then his body quivers and a series of low guttural animal grunts he cums inside her, pumping his semen deep into her body...she moans with delight at his seed spilling into her...they both sigh with contentment...and my father turns to me, his cock still now but still deep in my mother's cunt, and he smiles a me...
Does this ring any bells with anyone? Love to hear if it does
I fantasise about watching my father fuck my mother
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My parents were so prudish (very strict and religious) that I can't imagine them fucking at all. Maybe my sister and I were immaculate conceptions? 
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effinjeff1965
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It rings bells with me in that I did hear my parents having sex pretty often, and I would get so aroused that I masturbated to the sounds of their sex. That led me to want to watch them fuck, but I only had limited success with that, so I imagined what they were doing based on what I was hearing.
Though they've both been gone for years, I still think about those past experiences and can get off to them.
I think that some of my interest and arousal was just that it was sex--regardless of who was doing the fucking. I didn't have access to porn then and my own experiences were limited to nonexistent, so it was a revelation to me that people like my parents did it. It was supposed to be "naughty," but if my mom and dad did it, how naughty could it be?
The fact that it was, in fact, my parents was part of it, I think. It allowed me to see them in a different context than I was familiar with. They were "mom and dad," but this was something new: they were sexual beings and not just a mom or a dad as I knew them. That was arousing to me too.
I also saw my parents nude around the house growing up, but, like you, it was in nonsexual situations, so I saw their bodies, but not when they were sexually aroused. I knew that I got a boner when something turned me on, so to know that my dad got boners too was pretty cool.
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My parents never shut their bedroom door.
At 13 I was listening and peeking in their bedroom standing at the edge of the door.
They saw me, never says anything to me.
I think my dad was turned on a little.
He was gone a lot, my mom was a nudist all the time. So I was also always naked.
She encouraged me to me to openly masturbate.
I did.
At 13 I was listening and peeking in their bedroom standing at the edge of the door.
They saw me, never says anything to me.
I think my dad was turned on a little.
He was gone a lot, my mom was a nudist all the time. So I was also always naked.
She encouraged me to me to openly masturbate.
I did.
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Maybe slightly different but I remember staying with my aunt and uncle in Nottingham for a few weeks while my mother stayed and looked after a sick relative up in Scotland.
I remember walking past their bedroom door early one Sunday morning to get to the bathroom, unusually the door was slightly open and I could hear strange sounds from inside the room. I had a great easy-going relationship with my aunt and uncle, they were a lovely couple and I normally would have just wandered into their room if I knew they were awake. However, on this occasion something told me not to do that, instead I looked though the crack of the door to see what was going on.
My aunt, a slightly plump lady in her early forties was kneeling on the bed with head resting on a pillow and her thick pink winceyette nightie pushed up around her waist. My uncle still had his pyjama top on but not the pyjama bottoms and was behind her, holding her hips and repeatedly pushing up against her bottom which she pushed up in the air. To my eyes it was a bizarre but memorizing scene. I couldn’t see my aunt’s face as it was buried in the pillow but I could hear her quietly moaning. My uncle’s movements were starting to get faster, my aunt in turn had started to push her bottom backwards and forwards in a similar urgent fashion, my uncle also was starting to moan now, suddenly he pulled my aunts hips hard to him, froze and groaned with a faraway look on his face.
What I saw next puzzled and amazed me even more; my uncle released his grip on my aunt and sat back, his ‘willy’ (my word at the time for a penis) now clearly visible, was huge and standing upright, but even stranger it had some sort of covering on it and was wet and glistening. It was at this point I thought I had better move and go back to my bedroom. I had no idea what I had just witnessed but somehow something told me to keep this to myself. It played on my mind for sometime afterwards and I remember relating what I has seen to my friend best Tim some weeks after, I’m not sure whether he believed me but either way could he offer no explanation as to what was going on or what I had seen
I remember walking past their bedroom door early one Sunday morning to get to the bathroom, unusually the door was slightly open and I could hear strange sounds from inside the room. I had a great easy-going relationship with my aunt and uncle, they were a lovely couple and I normally would have just wandered into their room if I knew they were awake. However, on this occasion something told me not to do that, instead I looked though the crack of the door to see what was going on.
My aunt, a slightly plump lady in her early forties was kneeling on the bed with head resting on a pillow and her thick pink winceyette nightie pushed up around her waist. My uncle still had his pyjama top on but not the pyjama bottoms and was behind her, holding her hips and repeatedly pushing up against her bottom which she pushed up in the air. To my eyes it was a bizarre but memorizing scene. I couldn’t see my aunt’s face as it was buried in the pillow but I could hear her quietly moaning. My uncle’s movements were starting to get faster, my aunt in turn had started to push her bottom backwards and forwards in a similar urgent fashion, my uncle also was starting to moan now, suddenly he pulled my aunts hips hard to him, froze and groaned with a faraway look on his face.
What I saw next puzzled and amazed me even more; my uncle released his grip on my aunt and sat back, his ‘willy’ (my word at the time for a penis) now clearly visible, was huge and standing upright, but even stranger it had some sort of covering on it and was wet and glistening. It was at this point I thought I had better move and go back to my bedroom. I had no idea what I had just witnessed but somehow something told me to keep this to myself. It played on my mind for sometime afterwards and I remember relating what I has seen to my friend best Tim some weeks after, I’m not sure whether he believed me but either way could he offer no explanation as to what was going on or what I had seen
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Hi Roger that’s a great memory and beautifully described! Thank you….
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do they fuck alot
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This is not a fantasy, this is a true story that I have already shared elsewhere on ST. I watched my father fuck my mother.
Until I was 11, my mother, sisters and I slept in the same room on the floor on separate mattresses, a common practice in the 1950s India. My father slept in another room. One night, I woke up and saw my father entering the room. He went to my mother and started fucking her. They did not make any sound, it was quiet. He must have had a strong libido. He went on for 30 minutes or so. Then he left the room. He was 51 then, mother 43.
I had seen him naked several times, because he was an exhibitionist like lots of men those days.
The following year, I was getting erections. I started sharing the bedroom with my father. Except for a day every month when he fucked my mother, the routine was as follows:
He would come to the bedroom and sleep naked with lights on, so I could watch him. He would stroke his big fat cock till he got an erection for me to see, though both of us never said anything. That was his way of teaching me to enjoy my cock. I can say that I was motivated by my father's behavior to be a masturbator and exhibitionist.
Until I was 11, my mother, sisters and I slept in the same room on the floor on separate mattresses, a common practice in the 1950s India. My father slept in another room. One night, I woke up and saw my father entering the room. He went to my mother and started fucking her. They did not make any sound, it was quiet. He must have had a strong libido. He went on for 30 minutes or so. Then he left the room. He was 51 then, mother 43.
I had seen him naked several times, because he was an exhibitionist like lots of men those days.
The following year, I was getting erections. I started sharing the bedroom with my father. Except for a day every month when he fucked my mother, the routine was as follows:
He would come to the bedroom and sleep naked with lights on, so I could watch him. He would stroke his big fat cock till he got an erection for me to see, though both of us never said anything. That was his way of teaching me to enjoy my cock. I can say that I was motivated by my father's behavior to be a masturbator and exhibitionist.
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I heard my parents first. Then I started to sneak in the hall and peep through their door. The left their door cracked. They always fucked with the light on too. It made me so hot. I was turned on by my Dad and mom naked. I learned very early that I was Bi/pan. Later on, when I was a teen, I would be home alone doing naughty stuff like cross dressing and other taboo things and I found nasty home made porn pics of my parents. The I found a VHS of them fucking. I still can't believe all this crazy stuff happened to me.