Chapter 1

I didn't know what had woken me up but when I focused on the red numerals of my digital clock I discovered it was 2.15 in the morning. It was totally soundless until I heard the scratching of a key at the door followed by the giggling of my father and mother and I realised that it was probably the slamming of car doors in the driveway on their arrival home from the party they had been at that had woken me.

Relaxing back in the warmth and comfort of my duvet I waited to drop back to sleep expecting Mom and Dad to head off to bed but instead I heard the 'click' of the gas log fire igniting and the sound of their voices coming up to me from the lounge which was situated directly below my bedroom. I lay there for a while and as it looked as if sleep was going to elude me for a while I decided to investigate what my parents were doing.

I am 13 years old (nearly 14) and live in the end bedroom upstairs. My year younger sister has the next bedroom which is separated from mine by a bathroom which we share. Next to sis's room is a spare room which is used as an office/study and the other end of the upper floor has the guest bedroom and en suite. All the upper rooms are entered from a landing which runs a fair length of the house and has a nice wrought iron railing preventing anyone from falling into the dining room below.

The lower floor has the lounge at one end, the dining room in the middle, the kitchen and laundry in the rear of the middle section (off the dining room) and Mom and Dad's suite at the far end. The dining room has no ceiling (going right through to the roof) and the upper landing is like a mezzanine floor in the room. It is a beautiful big house with a substantial garden area and twin garages attached. When I finally thought of it I realised that we were relatively well off.

Well, to get back to my story, I crept out of bed and crawled down the landing until I could see into the lounge. Luckily, my parents hadn't thought to pull the heavy drapes that cut off the lounge from the dining room and I could get a clear, unobstructed view of almost the whole room. The only main light switched on was on the end wall and Mom and Dad were standing in front of the fire, side on to me. They were kissing and were wrapped closely in each others arms.

As I watched dad's hands (I presume it was both but I could only see the one on my side) slowly slid down Moms back and were cupping her bum. He was squeezing her butt tightly as I could see his fingers digging in. Mom didn't seem to mind as she appeared to hug him even tighter and didn't try to pull away even when he slid his hands even lower and began to work her skirt up her legs. Eventually he had her skirt right up to her waist and I could clearly see the black stockings and yellow panties that Mom was wearing. My heart began to thump even louder and a ringing began in my ears as I watched Dad's hand slide under the waistband of Mom's panties and work downwards, squeezing and rubbing her now more available behind. After some moments he slipped his hand round between them and thrust it down between Mom's thighs and I realised that he was fondling her private parts. Without thought my hand found its' way inside my pyjama pants and I began to gently stroke my rock hard cock.

Finally Mom pulled away and I thought that my show was coming to an end. Then, to my amazement, Mom slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of my father and fumbled with his belt buckle before eventually lowering his trousers round his ankles. She then carefully worked his underpants down and Dad was left in just his shirt and tie with his cock poking out from between his shirt tails. It was huge and had little resemblance to my pitiful appendage. There was a great red shaft topped with a large purplish head on it and it seemed to vibrate in either anger or anticipation.

I looked at Mom expecting her to be horrified and to try to get away from it but she had an eager expression on her face and, to my surprise, she began to stroke it gently. I could hear Dad's groan of pleasure from my hiding place. I was absolutely shocked when Mom cupped his balls in one hand (they were equally as impressive as his cock) and leaned forward and licked the head of his cock as she continued to stroke the shaft with her other hand. My excitement was at fever pitch now and I was stroking my little cock eagerly.

To my horror Mom then opened her mouth wide and swallowed most of Dad's cock. A variety of emotional waves crashed over me, shock, disgust, amazement, horror and finally (to my shame) jealousy. How could anyone do something like that? It was disgusting and I was ashamed of my father for making her do this, but, as I watched, I began to realise that my mother was doing it because she really wanted to and not because she had to. Her head began to bob up and down with increasing speed and I could hear their groans and the slobbering sounds that Mom was making as Dad clutched her head in his hands and held her face to his groin.

Dad's face began to get redder and redder and eventually his whole body seemed to grow rigid and he thrust his hips forward pushing his cock deep inside Mom's mouth and held her there as he began to shudder and shake. I knew he was having an orgasm and I joined him, making quite a mess inside the front of my PJ pants. When he finally calmed down and released Mom and pulled her to her feet I expected Mom to spit out all his seed and to probably retch but it seemed that she had swallowed it all and they began to kiss once more. Maybe the show wasn't completely over yet.