53974 Stories

New Stories 53974

Fiction 25675

Blowjob 13168

Consensual Sex 10397

Anal 10287

Fantasy 9725

True Story 9502

Incest 6438

Cum Swallowing 5795

Male / Female 5265

Dark Fantasy 5134

BDSM 4632

First Time 3912

Bi-sexual 3908

Teen 3199

Cheating 2969

Erotica 2728

Lesbian 2639

Domination/submission 2637

Gay 2425

Ass to mouth 2386

Oral Sex 2052

Bestiality 2003

Exhibitionism 1954

Authoritarian 1938

Romance 1877

Group Sex 1794

Fantastic 1728

Female solo 1651

Diary 1649

Masturbation 1641

Hardcore 1504

Boy 1409

Coercion 1384

Black 1371

Blackmail 1311

Cruelty 1272

Asian 1236

Humiliation 1048

Body modification 920

Job/Place-of-work 893

Young 875

Interracial 859

Female Domination 847

Rape 778

Mature 775

Discipline 699

Drug 670

Non-consensual sex 668

Sex Joke 668

Death 613

School 611

Non-Erotic 592

Cuckold 570

Written by women 560

Extreme 550

Virginity 491

Threesome 491

Reluctance 488

Mind Control 431

Poem 426

Wife 421

Voyeurism 411

Pregnant 346

Male Domination 336

Violence 291

Spanking 229

Fisting 213

Foot or shoe fetish 210

Prostitution 202

Transsexual 198

Monster 195

Slavery 167

Lactation 166

Toys 153

Gothic 150

Murder 144

massage 143

Latina 138

Water Sports/Pissing 131

Enema 104

Torture 93

Stories in DB: 53974
Comments: 538711

  1. Watching 1 Summers Watch
  2. Watching 3 - Winters Second Watch Going Further

Watching 1 Summers Watch

Categories Fiction, Young, Voyeurism

Author: Swamp Dog

Published: 10 February 2019

  • Font:

Watching 1 – Summers Watch

One aspect of my childhood that I hold dear are fond memories I have of watching my parents have sex. This was back in the early 80s in suburban London. My mum has always been averse to the darkness or feeling closed in, consequently she was insistent on keeping doors open and lights on, even the sitting room doors were glass panneled. Mum was and still is a compact 5ft lady with ample breasts and bleached blond hair held up with copious quantities of hair spray. Dad at the time was about 5ft10, with growing middle aged spread and thick but greying hair.

My watching began from the when I was 10 in the summer of 79. I was sleeping fitfully due to the all too rare heat, when I was woken up by a noise from my parent s room, across the landing. As always the door was open. I had already removed my pyjamas in a bid for coolness, and with the grogginess of sleep dissipating with fascinated realization I crept to stand in the shadows of landing where I could clearly see my parents. This first sight of them having sex has seared itself upon my mind as indelibly as any accident or other dramatic event.

I could see them naked, side on, in the early morning light. Mum was on her back, her feet by the pillows her legs entwined with dad s who had his back to the headboard, hands gripping mums legs, pulling her to him. Their loins were tightly together each thrust, shaking mums breasts. She moaned with growing volume and rapidity as dad called out "Come on Mother!" I had never before realized what was going on when I heard those noises, now with rapt attention, I knew their reason. As if on instinct I found myself toying with my genitals.

Their rhythmic grinding continued till a crescendo of grunts and moans, brought the union to a panting end. Both, though horizontal seemed to collapse to the bed, as they disentangled, dads softening member drew a sticky rivulet from mum s thick bush that dropped to the crumpled sheets. As mum now turned to cuddle up to dad s ample middle aged form, I snapped out of my entrancement and fearing discovery bid a soft footed retreat to my room.

Though I lay there listening for any continuation of the fun, eventually bringing my self to a dry surge, sleep nonetheless overtook me. When later I woke, I knew that my perception of my parents would never be the same again. In the years that followed watching my parents was to become a largely undisguised, but when realized by my parents, un – discouraged passion.

So that summer of first awareness rolled on my awareness of sexuality and the desire to see more grew with barely understood rapidity. Whenever I could, I would spy on my parents, the first cues being my mums moans or the soft laughter of them warming up when the chance of a vantage point presented it self I would eagerly sneak up, still nervous of a floor boards till I was able to move to the their door stepping over the audible joints beneath the carpet to do so naked added to the thrill.

Views: 1837     Rated: +8

Add to favorites
  • Abuse on a story

    * Required field

Watching 1 Summers Watch

Rate this story:

  • Comment story

    * Required field

Last Stories author Swamp Dog

Obsessed Land Chapters 21-25

Categories Fiction, Young, Hardcore, Violence

This story is set in alternative reality world. Society s rules and morals are different. The concept of privacy, police powers and what the state has access to is also different. All characters are entirely fictional. Accept the story for what it is, a work of fiction. The sexual activity...


Views: 560     Rated: +8 (8)   

Obsessed Land Chapters 16-20

Categories Fiction, Hardcore, Group Sex, Young

16 Extended Family – Saint Stephen sAt Saint Stephens Anglic Spiritualist chapel the rector s wife, Mary, busied herself with the midweek service preparations. Back in the rectory kitchen her husband Ezra read over his sermon notes. In the chapel on the low stage their son and nephew strummed...


Views: 1148     Rated: +5 (8)   

Obsessed Land Chapters 11-15

Categories Fiction, Hardcore, Young, Incest

The sexual activity presented here should not under any circumstances be copied or considered normal or acceptable. The story goes on for numerous chapters and is over 100 or so pages so far and is far from complete. It contains numerous characters all in some way connected, but not necessarily...


Views: 506     Rated: +9 (5)