It was a consistent Saturday evening. I might see mine Dad v his you re welcome self. We had a fair share that his typical jokes. My mom was affiliated with Dad in some sneaky jokes. I might hear my Mom’s giggles in the kitchen. The was she excited tone the night. The 2 were a bit much more relaxed than usual. At least at that time, it is what I believed it was all about.

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Dinner was served. The usual! Then, the casual whiling far of time. Dad to be a bit eager for us to not be up till late. The was repeatedly asking us to walk to bed early, and not garbage any an ext time. Lamp Out! ns was tho up, though.

It was often the case. I was frequently lost in scrolling v social media and sommos.net short articles even ~ the ceremonial ‘Lights Out’! ns was often drawn towards the limitless loop of cycling through various articles and stories. Sometimes, the was also the situation that I finished up reading erotic short articles or also typing the end some quick erotic stories. It was the moment I had complete control.

But something inexplicable happened. Dad switched ~ above the lights. Go to another room. I can hear some drawers being opened and closed. Within a minute, it was again dark and also silent. Ns was still liven on mine loop.

And, then, the moment!

Yes, ns heard that. That sweet, short, heavy-breathing with consistent high-pitched sounds. Well, ns knew what ns was hearing, instantly. For the first couple of seconds, ns tried to to convince myself that it was a delusion. But, No! it wasn’t. The was decision clear to me. I continued listening. I realized that instead of trying to overlook it, I want to hear. I wanted to hear it also more.

I increased from mine bed. I moved to the door of mine room, in stealth mode. I gradually opened it and also tried to listen to it. Ns was dead right. I might hear those rhythmic voices.


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My head had actually started imagining the scene. My Dad was going down on her. Definitely! Or no, perhaps he to be fingering her, while she slowly stroked his dick. The very first option seemed an ext enticing. Now, unexpectedly there was this change. I could hear the butt-slaps. I knew exactly now. I could draw the entire photo in my mind.

I want to see it too now. I took a step forward. But, ns couldn’t take it another. Ns was simply too terrified by the possible embarrassment on both sides. Ns just can not take it that sort of risk. I want to, but I could not. I slowly returned to mine bed.

I lay over there thinking about my parents having sex. Yes, the was weird. I could not stop myself thinking about that. But it to be happening. My human body was no taking into factor to consider the truth that it to be my mom who to be moaning. My human body was not under my regulate anymore.

I tried to manage my desires. I couldn’t. I did end up rubbing mine clit.

But yeah, this does not end there!


I think this readjusted the way I look in ~ age and also sexuality.

I always considered myself to be a person, v a lot of expertise of the topic. I was proud to recognize it in ways, different than a lot of people. Apparently, i was wrong!

We fail come look in ~ the feel behind so plenty of daily gestures of people around us.

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After this incident, among those median jokes in the evening, I deserve to see the flirtatious intent of my Dad. Amongst those touches and also giggles, in the kitchen, I can see the feeling of closeness and also excitement in my Mom.

I have the right to see that they have something on your minds, i m sorry was entirely non-existent for me before this. That compelled me to think. To establish something really important!

If I have the right to miss those (now therefore clear) feelings of Mom and Dad, am I absent another person’s desire or feelings?

Am I frequently wrong in ~ guessing the intentions and thoughts of other people around me?

That’s a damn an overwhelming one to answer. But, the surely do me much much more observant and also sensitive!