True Parental Love, Part 1

True Parental Love, Part 1
I first became really interested in sex was when I was about fourteen years old, and I discovered that my penis was good for more than just relieving myself of pee. It also felt good to fondle it and play with my balls, and then I discovered that it would get hard and feel even better when I rubbed my hand up and down on it and made it shoot that creamy stuff out.

What a thrilling feeling it was to have my whole body quiver in pleasure as the stuff rose up from my groin and spurted all over my hand and even up to my chin sometimes. One night I was busy playing with myself and looking forward to that “one, singular sensation” when I heard an unusual sound coming from my parents’ bedroom. It sounded like moaning or groaning, and I thought maybe my mother was sick or something.

I stole out of my bed, not thinking about the fact that my little dong was hanging out of my pajama bottoms, and went to the door of my parents’ bedroom, which was open just a crack. I peeked in and saw, in the light of a bedside lamp, my father, lying on top of my mother, and pushing in and out of between her outspread legs. I could see my father’s testicles banging against my mother’s ass cheeks as he apparently was slamming his penis into her pussy place.

I had learned about the anatomy of a woman, and knew that my mother had a place that was covered with hair, and that her pee-pee place was used for more than getting rid of her liquid waste. As I saw what they were doing, my little cock hardened even more than it had in bed, and I couldn’t help milking it the way my mother’s vagina was milking my father’s penis.

When dad let out a louder groan than my mother had been making, I decided I had better split.