At the time of this memory, my eldest daughter was a teenager, awkward, moody, miserable and troublesome. My husband had disappeared off on deployment to somewhere hot and sandy, and I felt the need for an early night with my friend 'Vi' who always gave me such a buzz. :)
We had a large Married Quarter at the time but they'd been built quickly and to quite a poor standard. The walls weren't substantial and sound travelled easily through the walls, meaning that headphones were the best presents we ever gave the kids to plug into their CD players. This night, as I walked up the stairs, I heard noises coming from my eldest daughter's bedroom. Obviously pleasurable noises and ones I knew well myself. But I'd never heard anything like that before from her room. I stood quietly outside her door and listened. She was panting, and moaning, and I found myself getting excited. I've always enjoyed being a voyeur, going back to growing up around three older sisters in the 1970s. But I'd never thought that I'd be listening to my daughter.
I squatted down and my hand strayed to between my legs. I felt on fire and also felt very torn over how excited I was. If I'd stayed there, I know I'd have been as noisy as my daughter, but being like that outside her door wasn't going to be a place I intended to get caught. I went to my bedroom, shut the door and undressed as fast as I did the night I lost my virginity lol. I listened and now and then I could still hear my daughter from her room on the other side of the landing. I joined in, each of us in our own rooms, and probably only me listening to the other, and had a superb session with a very intense orgasm.
I never said a thing to her. Behind her closed door, it's none of my business, and behind mine, she doesn't need to know it excited me.
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