So in my previous blog post, I talked about seeing women in early betamax porn who reminded me of my Mum, and hearing noises on the tapes and realising I'd heard the same noises from my parent's bedroom, next door to mine, and hadn't ever thought about that.  Until now!

I grew up in a very 60s style house. Walls no thicker than cardboard but the biggest 'feature' in our cul-de-sac was that two of the bedrooms shared an ensuite bathroom, which had a door to each bedroom.  I say door, but in reality they they were pull-across (retractable) folding doors which broke easily and didn't fit properly.  I'd often heard my parents in the bathroom, just as they heard me too.   What I hadn't realised was that other noises I'd heard through the thin walls were sex noises, and now I realised, I wanted to know more.

It was a couple of nights before I heard the noises I wanted to hear. They'd never bothered me before; I didn't understand them, they hadn't ever interested me. They were just noises at home.  Now it was very different and I started to actively listen.  I heard lots of noises but until I heard Mum moan, it was all still a bit confusing.   But once I heard the obvious pleasure from Mum, I realised I was fully erect.   I came and was erect almost immediately again. This time I lasted much longer and it was a wonderful orgasm we both enjoyed on opposite sides of the walls!

 A couple of days later I heard those wonderful noises again.  This time I was in the shared bathroom and I crept towards the sliding door into their room. Just like mine it was never shut, mainly because it wouldn't stay shut, and there was a gap of several inches through which I peeked.   Mum was lying on the bed on her back, legs wide open and Dad was kneeling down and licking her pussy as she moaned.   This was better than betamax!!  After a while he stood up and entered Mum. His cock looked long and thick.   They fucked like that for a while as I stood very quietly and peeked. Then they changed position and Dad took Mum from behind, bent over the bed.   As they got noisier and things were coming to a climax, I crept very quietly back to my room, to my bed.  

 I masturbated 4 or 5 times that night, remembering all I'd seen.   My sheets were very sticky as I fell asleep.   Next morning, Mum woke me up with a cup of tea. Seeing her in her nightie, I went hard immediately, but she didn't know that, hidden as I was under the covers.  I then felt a feeling of shame, for peeking on them, for how I'd reacted when I saw Mum.  It was wrong and I was better than that.  Actually, I wasn't, and that shameful feeling went away very quickly.  I never felt it again, and my listening and wanking, and my peeking and wanking, kept on going.  You always want more - and I'll tell you more in a further Blog......