When I was growing up, my siblings and I would often hear our parents fucking in their upstairs bedroom while we watched cartoons in the living room before bed. As the youngest I didn’t really understand what was happening but I could sense from the tension that it used to create among my older siblings that mom and dad were up to something.
Mom would usually come downstairs to the kitchen afterwards but she would never say anything to us, nor would we say anything to her.
One day, when I was about 8 and still oblivious to what was going on, I went into the kitchen while she was there and saw her, hair a mess, wearing one of dad’s shirts. I ran to hug her but she stopped me before I could. I remember being really confused about this but later I realized that it was probably because she wasn’t wearing anything under dad’s tee. After this first incident it happened a couple more times where she allowed me hug her (I guess she started wearing shorts too).
One evening I met her in the kitchen, in dad’s tee, as usual, but with the addition of a pair of black nylon hold up stockings with lacy tops. I still remember this encounter like it was yesterday. I was fascinated, fixated. I guess this was the beginning of my sexual awakening because immediately afterwards I ran to my room and masturbated for the first time by humping my bed.
This continued to happen for a couple more years, and each time mom wore stockings I used to hug her that little bit longer so I could feel the nylon on her legs. Now that I’m older and looking back on this, part of me thinks mom knew what was happening. I don’t know if I could say she encouraged it, but she didn’t stop it. My parents modus operandi was to brush awkward topics, usually about sex, under the carpet. We were 8 kids and not one of us ever received any kind of sex talk from them. They were painfully Catholic.
Anyway. This experience instilled in me a lifelong fetish, I guess, for nylons which I’ve been able to satisfy in hetero relationships in the past. Around 2 years ago I decided to let my inner faggot cock sucker breathe a little, and have been having a lot of fun on Grindr with random anons (plus eventually sucking an old school friend in January). This had always been pretty vanilla; I just suck the cock either in my car or apartment and nothing more, but the experience with the old school friend in Jan opened something new. He was so rough with it and called me every name under the sun: “faggot” “sissy” “slut” etc.
I’ve started to embrace this a lot more lately by dressing like a sissy faggot whenever I invite someone over to my apartment. Straight daddies love it. I’ve been buying cheap stockings on Amazon and I feel so slutty in them. I’m still only sucking cock but I’ve decided that I’m going to be fucked soon like a real sissy faggot.
Thing is, whenever I put the stockings on get on my knees, I can’t help but imagine being my mom choking on dads cock. And the thoughts of taking my first cock like this, imagining it’s my dad’s cock, is driving me crazy horny.
Did your parents sex life affect you like this?
