PART 1:
Anna laid there. It wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before, but her reaction was always the same. Initially, uncertainty. Was it them again? Was it the pipes? Who knows. All she knew is that after 30 seconds of ignoring it, her ear inevitably ended up against the wall.
Kneeling against the cold paint, her flushed cheeks pressed into the masonry…trying to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. But the slow thudding of wood against wall started soon enough. The squeaking mattress and breathiness began and it wasn’t long until the muffled moans of her mother could be heard.
Anna’s long auburn hair brushed against her aroused nipples and she allowed herself to touch the outer fabric of her panties. She felt the burning heat of shame and hunger as she listened carefully to her mother try and suppress her own pleasure. Anna’s wet fingers circles her clitoris as she her father pick up the pace; as the thudding grew louder and faster and Anna’s mother pronounced through a pillow that she “almost there” and that she wanted it “harder”. Of course, as he always did, her father obliged. Anna felt her urges growing, and pressed her fingers inside herself – Hearing the slapping of skin-on-skin made Anna feel alive, and her mother’s eventual orgasm push Anna over the edge. Her fingers explored inside her and her palm pressed against her clit, causing her hips to twitch and a breathy and suppressed orgasm to escape from her lips. Her hips jerked and quivered against her hand as she came, and her father grunted shortly after she stopped.
It had been like this for years. At the tender age of 12 it scared her. As a 19 year old, it always (to her shame) brought out a side that was usually dormant.
Anna slept well that night. But, unlike most nights, her sleep was full of dreams. Her boyfriend, zach, featured – his dark skin and broad hands, his youthful smile. His lustful gaze.
Anna woke with sweat across her brow. She dressed, took herself downstairs for breakfast. She sat opposite her father, her mother by her dad’s side.
“Would you like pancakes, Anna?” Her mother gave a sweet smile, as she stood up to walk to the kitchen.
Anna pours herself some coffee and lets out a yawn and a “Yes please, mom”
“Me too babe – oh, and Cerys, bring some more butter!”
Anna’s father, Bill, gives the newspaper in his hand his attention as Cerys dutifully complies.
“There you go sweetie”. Cerys places a kiss on bills lips.
Anna looks on and wonder where else those lips have been…
“So; zach was gonna come over today and help me with my assignment”. Anna looks nervously at her father. He looks on and looks back at his newspaper “what time?”
“Well he has basketball at 6 so I was thinking 8:30?
Bill looks at his daughter with piercing eyes. “Ok. What time will he be leaving?”
“Um, when we’re done?”
Cerys approaches the table and places her hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Ok Anna, but not too late. I don’t want you getting too tired!”
Anna smiles innocently at her parents. “Don’t worry – You can trust me”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g8yy6h/the_parental_dynamic