The noises which followed had no other interpretation than that they were having sex.
Dad was grunting, Mum was still moaning so softly that I could only just hear her, and I was standing alongside the door with an erection that was starting to burst. As he thrust harder into her it was obvious that both of them were close to coming. Not thinking of the consequences, I brought my cock out of my briefs, and with only a few strokes, fired off streams of goo across the room. It landed with a soft dull sound onto the carpet. At the same time as I came, my mother did also, her sounds were muffled as though she had her face pressed into his shoulder to suppress them, and within a few seconds, Dad fired his load into her. Mums climax was very muted as if to reduce the noise level, as I was sure that she knew I was still in the room. Dad of course made no attempt to hide the sounds of his pleasure, he was just noisy. I’d heard noises in the night before, so this wasn’t new, just louder, and far more stimulating to actually be there in the room, even if I couldn’t see them.
Not able to afford to stand there for very long in case he turned on the light, and with my heart thumping so hard that I was sure that they could hear it. I quickly and quietly, before the noises died down totally, made my exit from the room, opening the door as little as possible and then, after sliding through, pulling it behind me quickly, and as quietly as I could.
Trying not to make any noise, I stood outside for a few seconds to see if they’d heard me, when Dad said.
“What was that?”
“Nothing Rich, what did you hear?”
“I saw a light, what was it?”
“I didn’t see anything, you must be imagining it.”
“But I’m sure I saw something.”
“You’re drunk, you’re imagining it.”
“Uh, oh ok, all right then, I just thought that I saw something,” and then there was silence.
I crept the few yards down to the bathroom, opened and then carefully closed the door behind me, before turning on the light and then shaking my head as I looked at myself in the mirror. How the hell had we got to this? A half an hour ago I was finishing off clearing up the mess, and then had spent the rest of the time since, kissing my mother, running my thumbs across her nipples, and was then in the bedroom as she and Dad had had sex. At the same time as they were having their sex, I masturbated onto their bedroom carpet. The potential for disasters to have happened every step of the way cannot be overestimated. To say that the shit would have hit the fan was the understatement of the year.
Standing there the events of the evening ran through my mind like a video loop. As they did, I started to smile at my reflection, how many boys had wanted to do what I’d just done, and it’d never happened for them? But here I was, I’d done it and got away with it. At least as long as the stain on the bedroom carpet didn’t come back to bite me on the bum, as that would be impossible to explain. The face in the mirror smiled back at me, we were both proud of ourselves. I felt as though I’d got one over on Richard The Turd.
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