When daddy caught me watching - Sex Stories

When daddy caught me watching

It was a typical weekend occurrence whilst growing up. Mum and dad would go out and I would be left at home with just the babysitter for company. One night as I lay in bed, I wondered what time mummy and daddy would return. I soon fell asl**p only to be woken in the early hours of the morning as was often the case. Mummy and daddy had arrived back home clearly d***k and still in high spirits from their night out on the town. The babysitter had left and as mummy and daddy finally quietened down I was able to get back to sl**p. Sometime later I had woken again. I tossed and turned whilst trying to fall back to sl**p. Just then I could hear muffled moans and groans coming from the bedroom next door. I had never heard those noises before but I would become accustomed to them from that point on. Despite my lack of sexual experience, I knew only too well what was happening. I knew that daddy was fucking mummy. Feeling absolutely disgusted, I put my fingers in my ears and tried to block out what I was hearing. I couldn’t believe the obvious disregard they had for me as I lay next door. I found myself suddenly wrestling with strange thoughts flowing through my mind. These thoughts would tempt me into picturing mummy and daddy together and would suggest that it was ok to listen to them. It would even be ok to try and sneak a little peep. I finally took my fingers out from my ears and listened. Daddy didn’t last long after that and I was no longer disgusted. With each passing week ...

... the moans and groans would no longer be muffled. They would be much louder and more profound. It was almost as if they forgot their daughter was next door - or did they? Each weekend I faced the same dilemma. Should I listen to my thoughts? Should I try to sneak a little peep? One early morning I finally gave in to my temptations. I tip-toed out onto the hallway and made my way to mummy and daddy’s bedroom. I stood outside not knowing what to do. I moved my ear to the door. It felt almost as if I was in the room with them but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see them together and to see if it was how I pictured it in my head. As I reached out for the door handle, my heart began beating at what felt like a thousand beats per minute. I thought about what I would do or say if mummy and daddy caught me. What excuse could I possibly have for coming into their room? I thought back to when I would sl**p in bed with mummy and daddy because of nightmares. That was it I thought. I had the perfect excuse for being there. I slowly opened the door just enough for me to peep my head through. I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was too late for me to back out now. Despite the room being dark I could vaguely make out mummy and daddy. By now half of my body was inside the room and the other was holding keeping the door open. I stood, shaking uncontrollably inside as I watched daddy fuck mummy from behind. How and why did this excite me so much? I thought about how wrong it was to stand ...