I started to wait for my dad to come home and then stay in the living room while they both went in the bedroom. They were always freaky and sexy, but I never took any hints as I just thought they were husband and wife, so they were like that only. But it was a lot different when it came to the bedroom. I wasn’t allowed in the bedroom unless they gave me a task or asked me to enter.
I was taught that mom and dad’s room was always closed and wasn’t a place to go for privacy, and that’s why I’ve had a room for myself since my childhood.
I had two brothers who shared a room with me, but they shifted when they both started studying, and both eventually went abroad for jobs and one went for studies. I was the only one—the youngest—who stayed with them and wanted to be in the house. I was always taken care of when we were little because I was a girl and I was the youngest, so it’s obvious that I was the one who got all the love.
My brothers were very open and shared everything with me, and we had a small group on social media, so they both shared everything they did, their girlfriend, and everything. I was supportive, and I too shared things like what I was doing and what happened all day if I had no one to call. They had my back. I loved them a lot. But I felt like this case of mine wasn’t to be shared. It was different; I wanted this to go on for a while.
So I started to goof around in my parents’ room and started to hear them; it was all normal until the lights turned off and my dad started to get aggressive. I sat beside the door, and it was closed from the inside, so I was hearing them. My dad asked her to get up, and I heard Mom getting up from bed, so I assumed she was undressing. He ordered her to bend over, which she did. I then heard what I assumed was a spanking, and my Mom was moaning.
She had the most sexiest moan of all time, and with that sweet voice, I was imagining her face and getting wet from it. I hear them talking, and then I hear sex noise. My dad was spanking her, and I heard him calling her names like “whore” and “slut,” etc. It was really hot, and I felt like I’d heard enough. I went into my room and then closed the door. It was a lot for me to comprehend.
I have never heard them moaning like that, and my day said those words were making me wanna have more sex. But I was still not recovered from my first session.
At night about 3 am , he messaged me , i was sleeping so i looked at the message in the morning . As I took my phone, I felt wet. I pushed my blanket away and saw that I had peed myself.
My mattress was wet, and the skirt I wear at night was also wet. I don’t wear any pants while sleeping. I tried to remember if I had a wet dream, and I remember having a dream about my mom and dad having sex with me.
I quickly got the window open, removed the blanket from the bed, and turned on the fan at full speed. I kept it like this and thought it would dry up in a few hours. I saw the message then, and it was a picture of my pants on my terrace, and he wrote: You left your pants here; I used them for masturbating and returned them; take them from your terrace.