A Mother's Love
Posted: 29 May 2012 01:00
I inadvertently got hooked on sex sounds around the mid 1980s. When I was around 14 or so, I was staying over at a friend's house. Back then it was a common event to stay up late in their basement rec room watching movies on pay cable and hoping to catch some boobs or a sex scene in a Rated R film. Hey, we were young.
One such night, after a long night of watching the tube and consuming too much soda and junk food, I decided to crash over there on the floor while he snoozed on the couch. Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke to some murmuring sounds from above an intermittent creaking of floor boards. I figured it was just one of his parents getting up to use the bathroom and started to drift back to sleep. But after a minute or two, the sounds picked up again. I could hear the low soft sounds of his mother's voice making an "Mmmmmmm" sound like she was tasting something delicious. This went on sporadically, along with the usual bed creaks of bodies shifting around a bit.
My attention, as well as my youthful manhood, were becoming peaked. Checking to see that my friend was still snoozing away, I sat up and crawled across the floor to a spot roughly below his parent's bedroom. I heard his mother let out a distinct "Huh!" sound, followed by more of the long, drawn-out, "Mmmmmmmm." At that point, I could hear the familiar, but faint, "squeak, squeak, squeak" rhythmic pattern of the bed springs that confirmed what I believed I was hearing. I was still a virgin then, but I knew what those sounds meant, and my heart was racing with illicit excitement.
I had to hear more.
Checking that my buddy was still asleep, I crept upstairs under the pretext of using the bathroom. The bathroom was in the same hall as the parent's bedroom doorway , about ten feet down, and I knew I could get a better listen. Rather than go into the bathroom, I stood in the hallway beside the bathroom door, ready to duck in if necessary.
I crouched down just a few feet from their bedroom and from under the door heard heavy breathing, more of the steady heroic pumping of my friend's father and his mother's continued efforts to stifle her enjoyment. She was mostly moaning or whimpering softly, but occasionally would let out an expletive like "Oh fuck!" or "Shit!" It was really enticing to my young ears to hear my friend's mom using such raw language that she regularly chastised us for using.
I listened to this symphony of sound for a solid three or four minutes until she finally murmured "Oh fuck me, Rob...fuck me good Rob...OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" and only later as an adult I realized that just at that moment I'd heard my first genuine female climax, something they can't quite adequately explain in your grade school sex ed class!
They quieted for a few moments, and I almost headed back downstairs to avoid detection, but then the insistent thrusting continued again- my friend's father Rob working toward his own finish line. By now he'd abandoned any efforts at subduing the noise and the soft "squeak, squeak" rhythms he'd employed early on had become "Squeak-A! Squeak-A! Squeak-A!" with the occasional low "thud!" of the headboard accidentlly knocking against the wall on a particularly lusty poke. While his wife continued to whimper softly, the pounding intensified until I heard a brief low male groan and the squeaking stopped.
At that point I knew the show was over and I had to get scarce. My heart still racing, I quietly slid back downstairs, and listened to see if I heard anything else. I heard only the sounds of the bathroom being used in the parents' bedroom before they finally went back to sleep around 3 or 4 a.m.
The next morning, his mother fixed us breakfast and I couldn't shake the incredibly erotic thought that just a few hours earlier I'd heard her in the throes of passion. She wasn't an overly attractive woman, looked like a mom in her late thirties, but from then on I had a strong erotic attachment to my friend's mom and fantasized about that night and what I'd heard for years afterward. If I was over at their house having dinner I'd look at the couple at the table and imagine Rob thrusting her over the edge. When I heard her voice, I could hear in it, the sounds of her orgasmic moans.
During my brief voyeuristic moment, I'd had the pleasure of experiencing my friend's mother at her most intimate state. True, I never experienced her sexually in the physical sense, but I had gained a knowledge of her that most men, apart from her lovers, never would have. To this day, it remains one of my most erotic memories of youth and made me the sex sounds fan I am today.
One such night, after a long night of watching the tube and consuming too much soda and junk food, I decided to crash over there on the floor while he snoozed on the couch. Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke to some murmuring sounds from above an intermittent creaking of floor boards. I figured it was just one of his parents getting up to use the bathroom and started to drift back to sleep. But after a minute or two, the sounds picked up again. I could hear the low soft sounds of his mother's voice making an "Mmmmmmm" sound like she was tasting something delicious. This went on sporadically, along with the usual bed creaks of bodies shifting around a bit.
My attention, as well as my youthful manhood, were becoming peaked. Checking to see that my friend was still snoozing away, I sat up and crawled across the floor to a spot roughly below his parent's bedroom. I heard his mother let out a distinct "Huh!" sound, followed by more of the long, drawn-out, "Mmmmmmmm." At that point, I could hear the familiar, but faint, "squeak, squeak, squeak" rhythmic pattern of the bed springs that confirmed what I believed I was hearing. I was still a virgin then, but I knew what those sounds meant, and my heart was racing with illicit excitement.
I had to hear more.
Checking that my buddy was still asleep, I crept upstairs under the pretext of using the bathroom. The bathroom was in the same hall as the parent's bedroom doorway , about ten feet down, and I knew I could get a better listen. Rather than go into the bathroom, I stood in the hallway beside the bathroom door, ready to duck in if necessary.
I crouched down just a few feet from their bedroom and from under the door heard heavy breathing, more of the steady heroic pumping of my friend's father and his mother's continued efforts to stifle her enjoyment. She was mostly moaning or whimpering softly, but occasionally would let out an expletive like "Oh fuck!" or "Shit!" It was really enticing to my young ears to hear my friend's mom using such raw language that she regularly chastised us for using.
I listened to this symphony of sound for a solid three or four minutes until she finally murmured "Oh fuck me, Rob...fuck me good Rob...OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" and only later as an adult I realized that just at that moment I'd heard my first genuine female climax, something they can't quite adequately explain in your grade school sex ed class!
They quieted for a few moments, and I almost headed back downstairs to avoid detection, but then the insistent thrusting continued again- my friend's father Rob working toward his own finish line. By now he'd abandoned any efforts at subduing the noise and the soft "squeak, squeak" rhythms he'd employed early on had become "Squeak-A! Squeak-A! Squeak-A!" with the occasional low "thud!" of the headboard accidentlly knocking against the wall on a particularly lusty poke. While his wife continued to whimper softly, the pounding intensified until I heard a brief low male groan and the squeaking stopped.
At that point I knew the show was over and I had to get scarce. My heart still racing, I quietly slid back downstairs, and listened to see if I heard anything else. I heard only the sounds of the bathroom being used in the parents' bedroom before they finally went back to sleep around 3 or 4 a.m.
The next morning, his mother fixed us breakfast and I couldn't shake the incredibly erotic thought that just a few hours earlier I'd heard her in the throes of passion. She wasn't an overly attractive woman, looked like a mom in her late thirties, but from then on I had a strong erotic attachment to my friend's mom and fantasized about that night and what I'd heard for years afterward. If I was over at their house having dinner I'd look at the couple at the table and imagine Rob thrusting her over the edge. When I heard her voice, I could hear in it, the sounds of her orgasmic moans.
During my brief voyeuristic moment, I'd had the pleasure of experiencing my friend's mother at her most intimate state. True, I never experienced her sexually in the physical sense, but I had gained a knowledge of her that most men, apart from her lovers, never would have. To this day, it remains one of my most erotic memories of youth and made me the sex sounds fan I am today.
