Story Excerpt

Mother Son Sex Next to Sleeping Daddy, by Jezebel Rose

It took me a while, but I finally figured out why on every other Wednesday my father did not feel well and retired to his room early. It was a routine like clockwork. He would come home and after the meal spend about half an hour watching the news. Then he would tell my mother that he was not feeling well and go to his room. My mother usually spends time in the kitchen cleaning dishes, but on those days, she would follow him after clearing the table and leave the dishes in the sink. She would then come back out after about half an hour and continue with her tasks.

One weekend as I was finishing up my yard clean up duty outside my parents’ bedroom, I realized that one of the curtain hooks on their side door had fallen off, leaving the curtain hanging at such an awkward angle that it made it possible to look inside even when the curtain was fully drawn. I had a clear view of their bed, and the thought came to my mind that I could finally see if my assumption was correct.

Next time my father was not feeling well, and after my mother went to the room, I quickly snuck out and went to the yard to peep in on them. There was not that much light in the place to make it possible to see their features, but the dim nightlight made it possible for me to see my father on top of my mother and the middle of the sheet that was covering them bouncing up and down. My assumption proved to be true as I watched my father having sex with my mother. I was puzzled as to why he was doing it under the sheet, but somehow I was also relieved because this spared me from having to see him going in and out of my mother. Although I couldn’t stop myself from picturing his hard cock pressing the inside of my mother’s vagina, her warm and wet pussy engulfing his dick in its soft fold, her mouth ajar and her lips quivering at the sensations emanating from her privates. I tried to see her face to figure out what feelings she may be showing on it as he slid up and down inside her but her eyes were focused on the ceiling, and his arm was shielding her mouth from my view.

I was afraid of getting caught. I did not know what I would do if they realized that I was watching them. I did not even know what they would do if they caught me peeping in. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I felt guilty at invading their privacy. I knew that it would be challenging to face them, especially my mother if she found me looking at her when she was in such a vulnerable position.

I ran as I heard a slight noise. It was a cat or something. Whatever it was, it startled and unnerved me. I felt like I had been caught and I not only had to run but I had to hide from them. The prospect of facing my mom that night when she was to come back out was very uncomfortable. I felt so guilty that I knew even if she didn’t realize I was watching them, she would see it on my face and that would be the same as getting caught. I had to hide from her and get a hold of myself, so I, too, retired to my room pretending to be not feeling well, although I did not tell anyone in particular.

I listened for her to come back out and relaxed when I heard her making cleaning noises in the kitchen. Everything was normal, and I told myself to calm myself down. I knew that if she followed her routine of washing the dishes and going to watch TV either in the living room or to her room to sleep, it would mean everything was okay.

Instead, she came to my room. I panicked and hid under the sheet. She opened my door and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, mom. I am okay.” I replied. My words were being stuck in my throat, and that was a dead giveaway that I was not okay.

She came inside and sat next to me. She removed the covers from my face and felt my forehead. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “You came to bed so early.”

“I…uh…am not feeling so good.” I made something up.

She looked at me very seriously, and after a long pause, she asked, “Why, was it so bad?”

I froze. I was caught. She did know I was outside her room. As a last ditch effort, I muttered, “What was so bad?”

She smiled and rubbed her hand on my chest. “What you saw a while ago.”

I pulled the covers back on my face in utter embarrassment. “Mom!” I exclaimed, not knowing what else to do. I felt ashamed.

She jerked the covers off and patted my cheek. “Come, Come. No need to be embarrassed. It’s okay.” Then she got up, and she was gone.

I spent the rest of the night trying to collect myself.

I felt uneasy for a day or two after that, but when I realized that her attitude towards me was no different than before, I eased up. By the time, my father did not feel well again, I had put it out of my mind completely.

As she followed him this time, she whispered to me, “Give me about five minutes to get ready.”

I was not ready for that. I was shocked that she was letting me know, or instead she was asking me to come and watch them. I did not know what to make of it. However, the thought that this time I could watch them without the fear of being caught became somewhat exciting.

She had left the curtain open a bit more than usual so that I could see, and there was more light in the room, so I was able to look at their features. When I made it there, my father was already pumping away. I felt a bit disappointed because I had missed the buildup part. He was still covered in the sheet, but she had lifted the sheet from the side that was visible to me. She was holding it in her hand as it rested on his side. One of her legs was outside to make sure I was able to see some of the action, and as my father moved, the sheet moved up with him, revealing all of her body to me.

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