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.