I’d heard them a few times before in the night, but I’d thought that they were just wrestling like Daddy and I sometimes did. And maybe tickling, because now and again Mom giggled (I was only nine or ten at the time). But this time Mommy was moaning and that scared me a little. Then there was a regular, thump, thump, thump noise and, as I listened, it got louder and faster. That didn’t sound like wrestling at all, and now I was worried. Then Mommy began calling out to God.

I didn’t know what to do, and I just lay there, my little heart pattering in my chest, praying that Mommy would be alright. It carried on like that for a while and then Mommy made this kind of screaming noise, which frightened me half to death.

I really wanted to go and check if she was OK, but once when I’d gone into their room at night, they’d acted all kind of weird and a bit cross, so I didn’t dare do it again.

It went quiet then, but I couldn’t get back to sleep. Well, I guess I must have done eventually, because the next thing I knew it was getting light. What I’d heard the night before came back to me, and I lay there listening, hoping to hear Mom so I’d know she was alright. But the first thing that I heard was Dad whistling as he went to the bathroom.

I went along to their bedroom and knocked quietly on the door then went in. Mommy was lying in bed, pulling the covers up to her neck, looking a bit ... embarrassed, I thought.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said. “Are you-- Oh, OK then,” she added sounding surprised, probably because I’d gotten into the bed on Dad’s side; I’d really wanted to cuddle her. I paused for a second because she didn’t have a nighty on, but it didn’t really matter and I wriggled over and put my arms around her.

“This is nice, Dianne, sweetheart. What’s brought this on?” she said, hugging me back.

“Are you OK, Mommy?” I asked.

“Of course I am, darling. What makes you ask that?” I was so, so relieved and I hugged her tighter.

“In the night... “ I began. “I could hear these noises ... and it sounded like Daddy was hurting you.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, sounding upset but kind of like she thought it was funny, which made me a bit mad actually.

“It’s not funny, Mommy. It sounded...”

“I’m so, so sorry, baby,” she said, taking my face in her hands and looking at me seriously now.

“He wasn’t hurting me, I promise. It’s ... going to take a while to explain properly. We’ll talk about it this evening. I promise. OK?” I was a lot happier now that she’d told me she was OK. I really wanted to find out what she was going to tell me, but I knew I’d just have to wait.

“OK, Mommy.”

“Good girl,” she said, giving me a little kiss and then wrapping me in her arms again and cuddling me. That was wonderful, her lovely big boobs felt so soft and warm and comforting. She didn’t really smell like Mommy though: normally she smelled of soap and perfume, but then she smelled ... different. Not bad, just different and ... interesting.

“Are you OK now, darling?” she asked after a while, smiling at me but still looking a little worried.

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her, giving her a big grin.

“Good girl,” she said, patting me on the behind. “Off you go and wash, and I’ll get you some breakfast.”

Not long after I’d gotten home from school, Mommy came up to my room.

“Is now a good time for that chat, Dianne?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I’d been looking forward to it all day.

“You’re a bit younger than I’d have liked...” she began, stroking my cheek.

“I am ten, Mommy,” I said a bit crossly. I hated being treated like a baby.

“I’m sorry, of course you are. What you heard was Mommy and Daddy making love,” she said, and I looked at her, not really understanding.

“You know when you were little and you liked to run around with no clothes on?”

“Yes, Mommy. But I don’t do that anymore.”

“No, that’s right. And I told you how it was fine if you wanted to touch yourself, but only in private?”

“Yes, on my vagina,” I agreed.

“And that it can feel nice, yes?”

I blushed a little then because I had done it a few times and it did feel nice.

“Well, what Mommy and Daddy were doing was making each other feel good.”

“His penis?” I asked, proud of remembering what she said boys have, even though I didn’t really know what it was. “To make a baby?”

“That’s right, daring. Sometimes it’s to make a baby, but not always.”

“Does it hurt though, Mommy?” I asked, still remembering the night before. Now it was Mommy’s turn to blush.

“No sweetheart. Mommy was making those noises because it felt good.” she sighed and sort of looked off into the distance as if remembering. “It can be the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“Can I have that feeling?” I asked.

She looked at me all fondly. “When you’re a little older, sweetheart,” she said, again brushing her fingertips over my cheek.

I heard them lots of times over the next few years, but now that I knew they were just ‘making love’ it didn’t worry me anymore, in fact, it felt nice knowing that they were making each other feel good.

Leading up to my fourteenth birthday, I was very excited because I was fairly sure that they’d bought me the iPhone that I’d been dropping hints about for ages. I had a phone, of course, but it was pretty rubbish. I’d been careful to look after it though, so that they’d know I could be trusted with something nice. I knew an iPhone would be expensive, and they explained that it would be my big present that year, but that was fine by me.

On the big day, I got other presents, but they were mostly sensible things like clothes that I needed: some bigger blouses, a new pair of jeans, a couple of new sweatshirts, some socks, and a pack of panties. And, of course, my iPhone! I was so excited, and I thanked them, hugged them, and kissed them loads. I began to tear open the phone packaging, but Mom insisted that I try on my new clothes, just in case they had to go back. I took them up to my room and put on a blouse, a sweatshirt, and the jeans, and they all fit fine. Knowing Mom, I opened the pack of panties as well, just to check. When I held a pair up they were proper, sexy panties, not the big, little-girl panties that I’d always had before! I was so, so grateful, I rushed downstairs and threw myself at Mom, hugging her and whispering, “I love them. Thank you, Mommy.”

She whispered back, “You’re a young lady now and you should have nice things.” I gave her a big kiss, and then did the same to Daddy - I didn’t want him to feel left out.

Then I could finally unwrap my new phone. I’d played with some of my friends’ iPhones before, so I knew what to expect, but it was so cool to have my own, and I loved it.

That night as I was getting ready for bed, I thought I’d try on a pair of my new panties. I posed in front of the mirror and they were lovely and sexy: just covering my little pussy nicely and, when I turned around and looked over my shoulder, they only covered about half of my butt cheeks. The material was lovely and soft and thin and I could see my little slit through them. Standing there, stroking my pussy, I got all excited. In the end, I took my panties off too, and just stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself and stroking my little nipples and my pussy. I only had small breasts at that age and only a few fine hairs above my pussy, but I thought that I looked cute. Even more so when I looked over my shoulder at my bare bottom.

It wasn’t the first time that I’d touched myself, so I knew that it felt nice, but there was something different that night. I couldn’t put my finger on it (pun very much intended), maybe it was being fourteen, or the new clothes, or the proper sexy panties. I wasn’t sure, but it felt extra nice, and I wanted to go on feeling it. So, knowing I was being naughty, I did something that I’d never done before - I got into bed without putting my nighty on.

I was still playing with my nipples when Mom came in to check on me and I only just covered up in time. When she’d gone, the scary thrill of nearly being caught felt amazing. Then I had the naughty thought that started it all - how amazing would it feel if I let Dad actually see me!

Ever since I could remember, Mom had always gone to bed before Dad. She’d come in to check on me and then, about ten or twenty minutes later, Dad would do the same. Sometimes they’d tuck me in and give me a little goodnight kiss, which I loved.

As I lay there, thinking about Dad coming in to see me next, I was getting more and more excited. I got myself so turned on that I did it. I pushed the covers back down and lay there, stroking my nipples which were all hard, and waited. When I heard him coming, I closed my eyes and put my hands under the covers. I heard the door open and then he called my name, but very quietly. I was trembling with excitement, but I pretended to be asleep and he came and stood next to the bed. I knew he was looking at me and my pussy was going mad.

I don’t know how long he stood there but it seemed like ages. Then he pulled the covers up over me and said, “Sweet dreams,” and then he kissed me on the lips. Mostly he used to kiss me on the forehead or the top of my head but this was a proper kiss. Not tongues but, you know, a real kiss. I was just about bursting with excitement and as soon as he left I was rubbing my pussy like crazy knowing that he really liked looking at me. I knew about orgasms but had never had one; I came really close that time.

I didn’t dare to do it again for several days in case he guessed I was awake. The next time though, I pushed the covers all the way down. It was so hard to keep my breathing calm and normal as he stood over me looking at my pussy. I just wanted to scream. Then I peeked and he was touching himself through his clothes, and I could see that there was a big lump in his pants! It was the most exciting thing ever!

Every night after that I’d lie in bed touching myself, remembering that night and trying to be brave enough to do it again. On the next night that I finally did, I waited until Mom had been to check on me and then pushed the covers down. Then I lay on my front with my right leg bent up so that he’d be able to see my pussy as well as my bottom. Just waiting for him, all exposed, made me tremble with excitement, and then I heard the door open. I couldn’t see him in that position, but I hoped he’d be touching himself again, and I think that was the first time I’d ever felt wet inside.

I was so, so excited and I desperately wanted to touch myself or rub my pussy on something, but I couldn’t move. Then I heard what sounded like a zipper and I couldn’t breathe. I guessed that he’d taken his penis out and was playing with himself, and I wanted to turn over and look more than anything in the world! After what seemed like forever, I felt him pulling the covers up. But this time, as he did, his hands brushed over my bare bottom! My Daddy was touching my naked bum! How I didn’t shout out I’ll never know. Then he kissed me on my cheek and left. I pushed a hand under my body and touched my pussy, and it was so, so wet. I pushed my groin hard into the bed, and my finger slid inside and my hand rubbed on the bump at the top. I went a bit mad then, writhing around, grinding myself furiously on my hand, and suddenly wave after wave of pleasure was coursing through my young body, nearly blowing my mind; I’d had my first-ever orgasm.

Dad looked at me a bit funny over breakfast so I decided I’d better leave it for a while before doing it again, even though I really, really wanted to. I think I lasted nearly two weeks.

That next time I was on my back again with my knee bent again so he would be able to see all of me. He called my name a few times and then I heard his zipper again. When I peeked I saw his penis, and it was hard and the end was all tight and shiny! Looking back, it was a very nice size, but it looked huge to me then. He had his hand wrapped around it and was stroking it up and down and I thought that it was the hottest thing ever. I just wanted to stare at it but I had to keep closing my eyes in case he saw me. I knew a bit about jerking off and I really hoped that he would cum but I guess he got frightened because he put it away and pulled the covers up over me. I prayed my little heart out that he would touch my pussy as he did. He didn’t, but almost as soon as he’d gone, I had my second orgasm.

I’d loved that so much that it was only three days before I did it again, but that time it all went wrong. For some reason, Mom came back a second time, to find me lying naked on my back with my legs apart. I began to panic when I peeked and saw that it was her.

“Dianne,” she said softly. Somehow I managed to keep calm and continued to pretend to be asleep. “Dianne,” she repeated. I focused on nothing but keeping my breathing slow and even while I prayed that she’d go away.

It seemed like forever before I felt her cover me up, and then I heard the door closing and her go back downstairs. Finally, I could take in the gasping breaths that I’d been desperately holding in, and I lay there for ages wondering what, if anything, was going to happen next.

I was still fretting when I went down to breakfast the next morning, but Mom and Dad both seemed perfectly normal.

That night I still went to bed naked (I’d learned to love it by that time) but I had the covers up under my chin pretending to be a good girl. I was feigning sleep when my door opened and I saw that it was both of them. At that point, I figured that my fun and games were pretty much over and felt very sad.

Then I heard it. Mom’s voice saying, “Aw.” It was the tiniest noise, so quiet that I wasn’t absolutely certain that I’d heard it, but I thought that I had. Was she disappointed? The idea intrigued and excited me, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

The next night, I pushed the covers down and I was lying on my front with my knee raised again. I heard them come in and they stood there for ages. Then I heard Dad whisper, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” and Mom answered, “I know, but she’s so beautiful.” Knowing that they both liked looking at me, just about made my heart burst with happiness, and the tingling between my legs was intense.

A week later, I did it again, on my back this time. Through slitted eyes, I saw that Dad had his hand up Mom’s skirt, and she was rubbing the front of his pants! Dear God, they were playing with each other while they looked at my naked body! When they left, I fingered my wet pussy like a lunatic, cumming hard almost straight away.

It was such a turn-on, and I loved it all so much, but I didn’t dare do it again too soon in case they caught me out. On the nights when I didn’t show them my body, I’d surreptitiously touch myself under the covers. It gave me such a thrill, masturbating in front of them, even though they couldn’t see me. When they left I’d frig my little pussy and rub my clit mercilessly, having the most exquisite orgasms, often as I listened to them making love next door.

What I really, really wanted to do though was to touch myself as they watched me, but I felt sure that they’d know I was awake if I did that. Then one morning I woke up partway through a sexy dream, and my pussy was all wet and my hand was cupping it. It was the first time that had ever happened to me. I Googled it and found out that it was quite normal for people to play with their genitals while they slept. I could touch myself while they looked at me and it would be normal!!

That night I was so excited and so wet as I waited for them, and I lay there on my back, stroking my inner lips and giving my clit the occasion little rub. But then I heard them walk past my room and go to theirs, and I was horribly disappointed. I was wondering if I’d done something wrong when I heard my door open. I risked a tiny peek and saw that they’d undressed for bed: Mom was wearing an almost see-through nighty, and I could clearly see that she had nothing on underneath. Dad had on a minuscule pair of briefs that if anything just accentuated his obvious erection. They both looked so beautiful that it was hard not to gasp out loud.