This is basically a true story...
Thank you for the flowers
by Valeska
I think I was about 8 years old. It must have
been a Saturday afternoon, my parents were at home, so were I and my 3 year old
sister.
My mother gave me some money, just a few coins
but a fortune for a child my age, and she told me to go down to the shop and
buy something nice for myself and my sister. Not too long ago I would have
spent the whole money on myself, but in Sunday school we had just learned about
the virtue of sharing, and I actually was excited to have an opportunity to try
it in real life.
So I took my little sister by the hand and went
down to the shop, a little supermarket at the corner of our street. I spent quite a lot of time there thinking
about what I would buy, this was a serious investment for a little girl like me
and the possibilities in that little corner shop seemed endless. In the end I
bought a little comic book for myself and one of those things to make soap
bubbles for my sister.
Still having some of the money left I decided
to buy my mom some flowers to thank her for her kind and selfless gift. The
money only lasted for one flower though, which became a single red rose.
With my comic book and the rose for my mom in one
hand, and my little sister blowing soap bubbles all along the way in my other
hand, I walked back home to our house, which to my surprise seemed to be empty.
Where did mommy and daddy go?
I investigated the house, the car was still parked
outside, keys and shoes were still in the wardrobe, the TV was switched off. At
that age I often would be scared alone, but in that moment I was more curious
than afraid. I began to investigate every room of the house, quite
systematically. I took the rose with me as I wanted to give it to my mom when I
had found her.
As I went upstairs I began to hear strange
noises coming from my parents bedroom. They were just noises to me, and I
didn’t think more of them than just a clue to where my parents would be.
I opened the bedroom door like I would open any
door. My parents were both on the bed and naked, my mom on all fours and my dad
kneeling behind her butt. He held her hips with his hands and both where
rocking back and forth, making a slapping sound as the bumped together. My mother
was a voluptuous woman at the time, when they bumped together you could see the
impact running through her body, and her large breasts bouncing somewhat
against their rhythm. Whatever they were doing it seemed to be exhausting, as
both were sweating and breathing hard.
It took them a moment to notice me. Both
stopped their strange actions, but made no attempt to cover their nudity.
“Hello my dear, we didn’t expect you home so
soon.” My mom spoke perfectly calm and kind, not in the tone that was familiar
to me when I did something wrong.
“Uhm… I went to the shop and bought something
for both of us like you said. I even bought you a flower.” I threw the rose on
the bed and it landed right beneath my mom’s breasts.
“Thank you my dear, that’s very kind of you. Now
go and watch some TV with your sister, we’ll be right with you.”
“Uhm…OK.”
I closed the door, went downstairs, jumped on
the sofa and switched on some cartoons. When my parents came a few minutes
later, fully dressed, everything was like any other Saturday afternoon again. We
never talked about what has happened.
Thinking back at the day when I caught my
parents during fucking, two things make me smile.
First of all my own blissful innocence. Being
totally unaware of anything sexual. I suspected they might be doing something
that was only for adults. I didn’t want to disturb them, but actually I
couldn’t have cared less too. If they wanted to bump against each other on the
bed nude, why should I care? They could do that as long as they wanted as long
as I could watch cartoons in the meantime.
But what cracks me up even more today is the
way my mother talked to me. Actually it was a very adult reaction to talk to me
as calmly as that, instead of hiding under a blanket and screaming at me as you
probably would expect. Still it amuses me that she kindly thanked me for the flower
while my father’s cock was inside of her pussy, or her ass.
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