As very nosey person I suppose I was lucky that the house had very old cottage ill-fitting doors that didn't suppress much noise and that my parent's bed was very squeaky. I had often been woken up by the noise of them having sex but for a long while had never understood what was really going on. I just felt in my bones that it must be very special particularly as it made my mother do strange noises. I was more able to study these noises once I had been given my own bedroom and I could listen directly though the wall.

The move to my own bedroom came more by accident I suppose. I was 11-12 at this time. My brother, sisters and I had all slept in the same bedroom as it was the biggest bedroom in the house. One morning I had got up with a very stiff hard-on that was noticed by my younger sister who pointed it out to my almost naked mother. She was wearing the most sheer short nightie that hid absolutely nothing. Whether the fact that I had been looking at her large gorgeous pendulous tits and a close up view of her shaved gaping cunt, as she bent over, had something to do with it I've no idea but I was nevertheless standing in the middle of the bedroom with my cock sticking out and my sister pointing at it and saying look mummy. To which my mother remarked Ohhhhhh yes that is big isn't it and got on with whatever she was doing. Overhearing a conversation she had with my father the same day during which she said that she thought I was too big, clearly I thought a reference to my cock, to stay in the same room with the others without doubt ended up with me going into what used to be my father's darkroom.

The negative side to this was that I was to miss my near naked mother going to attend to the other smaller siblings. I used to get a fantastic close up view of her cunt from behind as she bent over my sisters bed which was next to mine. The lower she bent over the more her cunt would gape open. Still I now had my own room and could have an erection and wank to my heart's content. On my own with an adjoining wall and 2 ill-fitting doors that were very close together I could now hear quite a lot that went on in my parent's bedroom.

Having learnt to read all of the silent messages and veiled speech I got to work out when they were going to have fuck. It would nearly always be on Friday and Saturday nights but frequently in the week too. Sunday nights came all into their own once she started cuckolding my father. So when I got the drift I'd make point of staying awake to listen. I would sit on my pillow and press my ear to the wall when I couldn't quite hear what was going on. Their squeaky bed would relay to me just where they were in their session. Foreplay would give a lot of movement and murmurs but the big giveaway was when a big squeak and crunching noise was emitted as my father positioned himself between her legs and slipped his cock in. Proof of this was evident as shortly afterwards the loud regular squeaking of his penetrating thrusts started off. Quite slowly at first but eventually gaining a rhythm. He was fantastically regular with his thrusts like a metronome and he went on for what seemed to be ages without stopping. I've tried to do it but found I have to stop because I was coming too soon. He just kept going. You could also clearly hear when the orgasm was near from my mother's low moaning and my father's quickening pace. The bed was really squeaking by this time.

Sex wasn't always successful which brings into question why either of them wasn't prepared to digitally stimulate her clitoris. For me sex with a woman ought to end up with her having a successful orgasm. But they were prepared to leave it as an unsuccessful mission for her. One thing is for sure my father didn't miss out on his jollies. Sometimes I would hear my father question her after a long session and she hadn't climaxed to which I've heard her say she didn't know perhaps it just wasn't the night to be. Sometimes they would have a little inquisition in veiled speech over what had gone wrong the next day while we were eating our tea. Sometimes, while they were having sex, part the way through I'd hear mother murmur it's not working and everything stopped. Sometimes she'd say you can carry if you want, which led to some really hard fast brutal shagging. I remember one night, when she hadn't wanted to, he just took her, it must have been a rape almost. There was a lot of scuffling in the bed with lots of plaintiff no, no, no's coming from my mother as he was trying to pin her down. He must have managed to get her legs apart and got between them. There was an almighty lurch as he entered her and a very loud cry from my mother. She must have been dry because every time he thrust in she let out a cry of discomfort. I felt pretty uncomfortable listening to it not really knowing whether I should do something. He brutally fucked her for about 5 minutes. I had never heard the bed make such a racket as he drove his cock in her. His thrusts were fast and furious. Then it stopped! Having got off my mother it seemed as if he just rolled over left her sobbing and sniffling. The next day my mother was as if nothing had ever happened. I found her dutifully working over the Belfast sink emptying his semen out of the marital condom. Might this be some of the cause of my mother's resentment of him? Although I never heard every fuck they had, I never heard one as bad as that again. Sometimes though, he just seemed to accept she wasn't going to fuck! I concluded that he had finished by wanking himself off. I snooped into their bedroom after one of these aborted sessions and found his porno strewn on the floor with a very full crumpled up condom laying there.

Everer since, my ears are always tuned for the tell-tale squeak of someone fucking. I get an instant hard-on every time I hear it.  Hotels are good for it!  There was a couple where we used to live where we had adjoining walls. We often heard the couple next door fucking quite clearly. This would also mean they could hear us! Hearing them would invariably turn both of us on and my wife would usually say she fancied a fuck too. The two girls got on quite well together and on one morning Gwen the next door neighbour came right out that they had often listened to us fucking and had been very turned on by it. From that time on it seemed we all knew we didn't feel any more need to quell any of the sounds we might make. The girls also swapped information on their fucking techniques so we all knew what the different noises and silent pauses were. We would both give a sneaky little knock on the wall to each other so each knew when they were listening. Although we all got pretty turned on with the noise neither side particularly fancied each other's partners. My wife didn't think much of her husband and I didn't think much of Gwen so a swap just wasn't on the cards.