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    My Crazy Parents
    Written by silent killer

      I'd like to give a little background about myself ... I grew up in an alcoholic family. My mother and father were both drunks of the first order. They were like normal parents - concerned about their kids, worried about money, etc., but their need for drink and their need for each other came before anything else. They had the usual parental attitudes about sex for that era - they gave us a very dry and clinical talk about the subject and then never spoke of it again. But their drunkenness led to some displays that I'll never forget.

      I can remember watching my parents fuck from as far back as maybe 3 or 4 years old. They frequently forgot to lock their bedroom door, and when they got horny in another part of the house, they were likely to fuck right there on the sofa, kitchen table or hall floor, if they were drunk enough. So me and my sister saw them doing it a lot.

      Sometimes my dad would yell at us if we spied on them, especially if he was getting his cock sucked by Mom. Same was true of Mom - if they were fucking normally she was too caught up in it to notice, but if Dad was eating her pussy and she wasn't preoccupied with anything else, she'd holler at us if she caught us peeping. Other times, they were so drunk that they considered it "cute" for us to watch them.

      There was one especially demented weekend that I remember clearly. My parents were celebrating their anniversary on Friday night. They insisted that my sister and I have some wine with them. I think I was about 12, and my sister was about 10, though I could be wrong. Anyway, they were fine during dinner, but the more they drank, the lewder they got. Finally my Mom said she wanted to give Dad his present, and she slipped under the table. At that point I expected him to yell at us to leave the room, but instead he just got this funny smile and poured everybody some more wine. I felt my Mom's legs kick my chair a couple of times. "You'll be so lucky when you marry a woman like your mother," said my Dad. My mother mumbled something under the table. My sister was looking down at her plate. Her face looked kind of sad, but also like she was trying to suppress the giggles. I just kept staring at my dad, and down at my mom's ankles under the table. "Your mother is the greatest cocksucker," said my dad. "Drink your wine! It's our anniversary. Please, for your mom and me!"

      My sister and I were so surprised by my Dad's behavior that we looked at each other for a second before obeying. Although amorous during his drunken escapades, Dad also had a short temper. Often when drunk, he would holler and pound the walls. There were many times when he climbed off of Mom's naked body during a sex session and storm around the house, breaking things and yelling while his glistening erection quickly wilted. We were scared of our drunken parents. But we drank the wine as ordered.

      "Not comfortable," said my mom from under the table. "Not comfortable."

      "Come on, let's go to the bedroom," slurred my dad. As he stood up, his ass knocked his chair over, and his knees banged my mom's chin, which banged her head against the bottom of the table. Crash! Whump! "Ouch! Shit!"

      "Come on!" said my dad, leaning over and grabbing the table for support. He helped my mom crawl out from under our dinner table. "Come on, come on come on come on," he said again and again, repeating it quietly like a prayer. They stumbled to the bedroom together.

      My sister and I sat at the table and looked at each other. We didn't know what to do or say. Finally, we started cleaning off the table, knowing that if we didn't our hungover parents would scream at us tomorrow.

      There were quiet but distinct sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. I went back to peep, having developed quite a taste for watching my parents in action. Dad was lying in the bed and Mom was between his legs, eagerly sucking on his large erection. Dad kept mumbling and laughing, running his hands through Mom's hair, trying to imitate her muffled sounds of sucking, and so on. Basically acting like a big drunk getting a blowjob, if you can picture that.

      My sister had silently come down the hall to stand at my side. Together we watched.
      "Honey, I'm choking on it!" laughed my mom. Dad laughed too and said, "Keep choking!" Then he noticed us. "You two, get in here!" It was a command, but not an unfriendly one. We slowly entered the room. I could not help but stare at my stocky, short, naked mother, sucking on my dad's hairy penis. "You like that? You like that?" he kept asking. "Answer me!"

      I nodded, and I realized my sister was nodding too. "Getcher clothes off! Get 'em off!" he ordered. We complied, quickly, not knowing what to expect. I thought he might spank us, but I wasn't sure. It was just too weird, too unprecedented. Then we were naked. My little cock was fast growing erect. I stole a glimpse at my sister's nude body. Like me, she was hairless and thin. I looked at the budding curves of her chest, belly and hips. I glanced at her hairless pussy. My cock grew bigger.....(cont)

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      This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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