stepladder, which Father used in trimming the bushes and vines. I carried this into my room through the porch entrance. Placing it against the door leading directly into their room, I climbed it and discovered I had a splendid view of the interior through the glass of the transom. The room, however, was vacant; they had not yet arrived.
Taking advantage of the interval, I quickly undressed and donned my nightgown. Then, just as I was ready to again climb the ladder, I heard someone moving about in the next room. With heart beating wildly-for I had never before spied on anyone except the lovers-I climbed the ladder.
Father was sitting upon the side of the bed removing his shoes and stockings. He was gazing raptly at Mother, who stood before the mirror taking down her hair. The upper part of her splendid body was covered with only a chemise of sheer linen, and since it was cut quite low, I had a splendid view of both her full, firm titties almost to the nipples.
She had unhooked her skirts, and these hung about her rounded hips threatening, it seemed, to fall from her with every movement.
All this I took in at a single glance. Then I turned my gaze to Father, who had finished his disrobing with the exception of his drawers and was sitting on the bed as though waiting for Mother to finish her undressing. I had never before seen a man as near totally naked and was surprised to see the profusion of black hair on his chest. It seemed to cover the whole front of his body and disappear down into his drawers. In the meantime, Mother had finished with her hair and had turned, facing Father. She asked if she shouldn't put out the light, but Father answered, “No, dear, it's seldom I have a chance to view your beautiful body. So as long as this is to be in honor of your birthday, let me have you completely nude.'
Mother laughed a little. Then, with a toss of her head and a slight shrug, she pushed the little straps from her shoulders, allowing both the chemise and her skirts to fall to the floor. The next moment I saw, for the first time in my life (for my cousin and her lover had always worn this or that odd bit of clothing), a stark naked woman! And what a picture she was! In all my travels, I have never seen a more beautiful woman naked!
Quickly she moved to the bed, as though ashamed of her nudity, and placed her arms about his neck. They kissed, not as the lovers had during their lovemaking, but soft, clinging kisses, such as I had never seen before. All the time one of Father's hands wandered all over her body and thighs, she lending herself willingly to his every touch. His hand slid down into the thick fleece above her slit, where it toyed for a few seconds, then dropped between her thighs. For a moment Mother held her legs together and then, as he reclined her on her back, she allowed them to fall loosely apart.
Since she'd been sitting on the side of the bed facing me, I had a wonderful view of her full-fledged cunt! For a minute or two, he played with it, and then he suddenly stood up and let drop his drawers. As he turned to place them over the back of a chair, a sensation of the sheerest delight swept over me, for his stiff cock stood out from his belly like a bar of iron!
I had but a moment to view the wonderful bobbing thing, for a moment later he turned his back again and settled down upon the bed. Here they lay kissing each other for several moments! Then, as though he could no longer stand it, he quickly mounted her beautiful body! It was the same as I had already witnessed between the lovers, only instead of rushing about the business at hand, everything seemed to be deliberate and done with care.
First he applied the velvety pink head of his thick cock to the lips of her cunt; he hovered for long seconds, rubbing the head of his throbbing shaft around the lips of her pussy. She let out a soft moan and shook her head from side to side. He worked the head in a little way, wetting it with her now-flowing juices. He pulled the tip of his cock back out and again caressed her soft lower lips with it. Having excited her till her breasts were heaving and her breath was coming in short gasps, he then began forcing it into her, driving and pushing until it was in to the hilt! Like the girl in the summerhouse, Mother raised her legs and clasped them about his middle, and then the fucking began in earnest! Sighs and kisses were exchanged with the same freedom as those of the lovers, but their action seemed to lack that fire and fierceness I had previously witnessed.
But, like all lovemaking sessions, this one ended like all good fucks should end. Mother twisted and squirmed as Father shot his boiling sperm into the innermost recesses of her trembling cavern. Both lay for several minutes as though dead. Father was the first to move. As he relieved her of his weight and dragged his diminishing piston from her cunt hole, I could see the same whitish fluid running from the bottom of her crack as I had seen in the summerhouse. Mother's pussy, though, seemed to be larger and gape further open. At that time, I was anything but a connoisseur of feminine charms, and my first impression was that Mother's cunt seemed greatly inflamed. But this was due, no doubt, to her age and the fact that I had passed through those soft portals.
For a few moments, she lay there panting. Father, too, seemed in great need of rest, for his cock had fallen to but half its length and was hanging down between his thighs. Then Mother arose and went to the dresser to get a towel. Returning to the bed, she first dried his drooping shaft and then her cunt. This done, she seated herself again. She leaned over him and began kissing his lips, and then she suddenly changed her position.
Now she devoted her attention to his limp member, toying with it and caressing it. Then, in answer to something he said and which I couldn't hear, she bent down and took the end of it between her lips and sucked it!
Now, I haven't given you a hint as to my own feelings as a result of watching this strange and exciting affair, and this is because I can find no words to convey my meaning. I had drawn up my nightgown, and as Mother took the end of Father's cock between her lips, I put my fingers between the lips of my pink little virgin slit and diddled myself not-very-expertly until I bathed my hand with another prolific dose of my girlish juice. Because I hadn't drawers on this time, it gushed down my thighs unhindered. I so lost control of myself that I slid down the ladder and lay in a heap on the floor in a near exhausted condition.
Remember, again, that I was rather young at the time, and found it rather trying to withstand the rigors of continually masturbating. Later, however, I managed to crawl into bed where I fell into a troubled sleep. It was troubled only in that it was filled with the most wonderful cocks in the world, and though I fought frantically to grasp one that I might use, the wicked things eluded me with the most surprising energy.
As long as I can remember, I never saw my parents kiss each other again, nor did I ever see them repeat their actions in bed, though I watched several times hoping for another performance.
I have often wondered if that little affair hadn't been something which took place only on special occasions- like a birthday! What a shame if that was indeed the case!
Another strange thing about it was that the next morning neither of them seemed to show the slightest hint of the wonderfully thrilling party they had experienced the previous night. But, after all, hadn't it been the same way between the lovers when I saw them after leaving the summerhouse?
CHAPTER II
A few days after this, the lovers returned to their respective homes, and I was again left to my own reflections. I spent many hours going over the wonderful things I had seen.
I hinted in no uncertain terms to my girlfriend as to these wonderful revelations, but she would blush and turn away as though she didn't wish to discuss the subject.
And so for two whole weeks I was left alone. The pond no longer lured me, and there's no telling what might have happened had not Father returned with my new music teacher.
I don't know why, but I was suddenly taken with the idea that I didn't want another teacher. I had been alone so long that the thought of another ugly old woman to pester me was sickening. I realized my days of freedom were over.
Very well, I thought, if I'm to have another teacher, why not have one more romp at the pond? There was no one to watch me. I hadn't seen my new teacher as yet, since she had retired to her room immediately upon her arrival. I hurried to the water. Pond lilies were in bloom and the surface of the water seemed covered with them.
Then another idea occurred to me: I recalled the thrill I had experienced that day I entered the water fully dressed! Why I had gotten a thrill out of this I have never been able to determine; I know only that the thought persisted! Making sure no one was about, I plunged in! I had long since become used to the water, and I no longer
