I guess its hard to say when a woman finally thinks of herself as a slut. Some gain a reputation early at school. Others find it slowly creeping up on them. I suppose for me it was a gradual thing starting at school but not with gaining any reputation

It was more my obsession to start with of satisfing the needs of my body. Not only discrete touching under the sheets either. At 14 I wanted more. Discovering the thrill of watching myself was the start. My ritual once the house had retired for the night was to flick the bedside lamp on. Giving my bedroom enough illumination to perform naked infront of my long mirror on its stand in the corner

My performance increased over the weeks from standing and touching myself to a hand behind me proping myself up, my arse lifted of the floor and my knees obsenely wide open. My eyes fixed on the two fingers moving in and out of my wet gash as I bit on my lip. Using all my will to remain as silent as I could

The midnight act brought up another discovery. My parents. It was during this time that I started hearing the sounds from there bedroom. In the silent hours the muffled murmurings from the otherside of my poster clad wall. The faint gasp, moan. At first I would still myself. In a strange way feeling it was them that could hear me. Even distant mothers voice obvious to me as a quite groan of pleasure

I was finding myself listening out at night for any signs. A creek would have me pressing my ear to the wall. I was finding out more about my parents and myself. The sexual moans from my mother or gruff grunts from my father no matter how faint where starting to inflame me.

I finally succumbed one night. My parents headboard started a rhythmic lump against the wall. My ear pressed firmly to the wallpaper I could hear mother gasping. She sounded so sexy. The thought of my father between mothers thighs. Thrusting into her was making me moist. The creeking of the bed and the steady lumping was slowly building

I found my fingers between my thighs. Appling pressure as mother got more vocal. My daddy started swearing at her. I found myself groaning as my finger slid between the wet smooth folds of my slit

“Oh daddy”

I found myself groaning as he insulted mummy. Calling her a dirty whore. My fingers working faster in time to daddys. My own mother responding to her hard abuse

I wanted to lay down. To watch my own abuse on my virgin cunny but couldnt pull away. I had to keep listening

Mother was begging for it harder. She wanted the fucking more exteme. I wanted her to get it to. The thrill off hearing mummys dirty words. Cunt. Fuck was driving me over the edge

I sat on the dressing table, tucking my feet up onto the top. My head leaning against the wall as my own mother begged to be used in ways I shouldnt be thinking about. The sound of my own fathers hard thrusts exciting me. In time my fingers plunged into my young cunt. Already the disgusting sound of my wetness entering the silrnt room

I let out a little grunt just as mother moaned out a long low cry. I knew daddy was spilling his seed. My own wetness seeping out around my thighs

I intended to keep listening. I knew it was wrong but my pussy was slowly controlling me