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Pornosexual Cuckold
Yea…this is probably where it all began. I remember hearing bodies slapping together and mattress shaking and squeaking at night and in the early morning when I was very young; five or younger. I also remember seeing wet spots on my mom and dad’s mattress at that time, but I couldn’t piece it all together. Then later when I was in the second grade, I was caught listening by the door. I ran back down the hall and got back into my bed dropping my stuffed animal dog named max along the way. My mom picked it up, gave me a funny look, then gave it back and left my room. Then later, but at about the same age, I saw them in the shower. I saw a lot. Makeout and touching and rubbing, then finally my mom dropped to her knees. I couldn’t see the actual blowjob because my mom’s back was to me. It was one of those showers with a clear door and you could see the bathroom and shower if you just poked your head in the master bedroom. I knew they were showering, so I poked my head in to get a peak, then I went in and hid behind the futon. They got wise to me spying on them so they stopped doing that so openly and it wasn’t an issue anymore.
After that I found the softcore porn on cinemax. But then after that I found my dad’s stash of VHS and discovered masturbation. I discovered masturbation when I found out that it felt really good to rub my throbbing pubescent boner head. Then dial up internet came and we all know how that’s turned out for us. Look where we are with the internet porn now…
BUT WHAT REALLY FUCKED ME UP: was when my dad remarried. I heard the same body slapping and mattress shaking like before, but with one added bonus. My step mom was a loud moaner, with big tits also. Every single night I would hear her moaning loud and passionately and playfully and it would make my junior high aged cock swell up to pornstar status. I would hear mattress shaking, body smacking, and super sexy mommy moaning every single night for a long time. Maybe 2 or 3 years. I would sneak down the hall and be right by the door with a rock solid cock. I never masturbated my penis though, I never even touched it. My dad wouldn’t make any noise until he was cumming. It’s funny, when I heard him let out a bunch of deep grunts and nnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhhsssssss, I knew they were finished. Then after that we moved into a house where the master bedroom was not near my room and I was starting to get girlfriends so the whole listening to parents went away. But the porn collection and chronic masturbation has grown and here we are… Thanks for reading. I had no idea I needed to let that out. Thanks so much everyone.
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