I bathed with my father when I was a child, but when I entered the national high school and had my period, my father had to bathe with me, and when I didn’t want to, my mother would say, “Why don’t we bathe together, what a strange child.”
But in other people’s homes, when a girl’s breasts bulge or she has her period, either the father doesn’t want it or the daughter won’t bathe together anymore.
I stopped showering with my father because I was afraid I would be embarrassed when my friends asked. However, my parents were walking around the house naked after their baths, and neither of them cared about what they were doing, instead I felt embarrassed.
I sometimes look at it and say, “That’s not how it is in other people’s homes, put a bath towel around you!”
“Why hide something that’s already there, when all is said and done you were still born from me.” After my father finished speaking, he even deliberately shook the thing hanging down from his crotch to show me.
Let’s not talk about the father, but the mother also walks around with her plump breasts or ass naked.
I said, “Don’t do that! How embarrassing that would be if a classmate came.”
“What nonsense, you grew up on this milk. But my shape hasn’t changed, it’s the same as when I was young.” Mother said, holding her breasts up in her hands and standing in front of the mirror to revel in them.
Even once in the shower, my mother poked her finger there to show me, and said, “Come and see, you were born from here.”
I ran away sheepishly, but my mother even chased me to my room and asked me what was going on.
Also, I would have masturbated a long time ago, but it was a childish act of rubbing on the corner of the table.
Once by chance my mother saw it, but she said, “What are you doing, don’t do that, you have to wash and sterilize your fingers well, it’s only comfortable to use your fingers, using the corner of the table may make that important place hurt, mom do it for you!”
“Don’t! Don’t!” I get a sense of helplessness before I feel embarrassed.
But perhaps it was the unique sexual education of my parents that prevented me from feeling guilty about my sexual behavior. Because I was raised this way, I didn’t feel embarrassed about being caught masturbating, or resent my parents for it like my friends did. But I still think my parents were over the top in my family compared to others.
Because my mother makes a lot of noise during intercourse, and my father seems to enjoy intercourse, not every day but at least once every two days.
When I had something to do with my sleepy eyes to go to my parents’ bedroom, my parents would be unhidden, with my mother riding naked on top of my father, desperately wiggling her snow-white ass.
I’ve seen my parents having sex many times since I was a kid, and at first I thought it was wrestling, but slowly it didn’t seem right.
“What do you guys do? Not wrestling?” I asked this.
“Not wrestling, now we’re doing something very comfortable. Boy, you’re going to find a good man to do this kind of thing more often when you grow up, too. Ah …… good …… good …… so good …… so good …… ah… …Ah………” Mother said as she rode her father’s body and wiggled her ass violently.
I crouched beside my mother and watched the way my father’s thing went in and out of her, but didn’t feel eroticized, thinking only of the marvelous things grown-ups can do.
So when I went to kindergarten, I said to the boys next door, “Let’s play Mommy and Daddy.”
“Oh! Throwing a house party, huh? Got a rice bowl or something?” He said.
“Not really! You’re going to sleep here with your pants down and me on top, that’s how it works.” I said, and had him lay on his back on the plastic sheet before pulling his dick out.
When I tried to ride on it, the teacher noticed and immediately ran out and yelled, “What are you doing?”
With a blank look on my face, I replied, “We’re doing the mom and dad thing.”
The incident still became a problem, and my parents were called in by the teacher for a lecture, and my mother seemed to be troubled by it, but she told me, “You can’t do that kind of thing in kindergarten, and don’t do it to anyone else, only at home.”
I’ve heard that there is something like this kind of education in countries like Norway or Sweden, and I can’t figure out which one is better.
Later, when I began to study hard for my promotion exams, my mother’s voice was so loud every night that I sometimes couldn’t help knocking on the door of their room and protesting, “Keep it down, will you!”
Mother always said in a tawdry voice, “I’m sorry! But it’s so cozy ……….”
I wonder if she’s mentally ill. I think it’s hard enough to save a parent like that, but I wouldn’t hate them either.
But the sound of my parents having intercourse didn’t strike me as lewd. But I’m not much interested in intercourse and rarely masturbate anymore.
Maybe that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend. Although I often receive love letters, I don’t want to have a one-on-one relationship.
Sometimes, my mother would even say in a very thoughtful way, “It’s only right that you want to have intercourse at your age, but make sure you use a condom, there’s a condom in this table, do you know how to use it? Otherwise, put a condom on dad to practice.”
Was the mother’s joke too much.
However, I did get a shock when my parents started the so-called ‘couple swapping’ game in earnest.
I protested, but my mother said, “Moms and dads have different lives than children, and children have children’s lives, and it’s our duty to raise you properly as an adult, but not to restrict your freedom, so you can’t restrict mom and dad’s freedom either.”
What can I do about this? And again, it seems like what my parents are saying makes some sense.
It’s totally different from other people’s parents who only allow themselves to do good things, who get angry or restrict their freedom when their kids make friends of the opposite sex, or who dictate to their kids just because they’re adults, or who pressure their kids just because they’re raising them, and who don’t even pay attention to their kids and just watch TV.
That said, there is no TV in my house, and dinner is happily eaten as a family of three. The parents’ claim is that watching TV at dinner cuts into the parent-child relationship. It was said that fathers in other families blocked the programs their children wanted to watch in favor of watching sumo wrestling or baseball, which they wanted to watch themselves. I was thankful to my parents for this, but in retrospect, they were the ones who were only interested in pornography and didn’t care at all about other programs.
However, the father was probably different from others in that the father never scolded his children. He said, “Human beings are born to do what they love to do, and families are collections of people who each do their own thing, and it’s up to the father’s measure how much he can get his family to do what they love to do.”
In retrospect, I really didn’t get scolded, did I get interfered with.
In my sophomore year of high school, when discussing with my parents what school to apply to or what to do for a job, my parents said, “You’re already a high school student, make your own decisions! Talk to us, we have to be responsible.”
I don’t know if there is understanding or irresponsibility.
Putting all this aside, my parents seem to have taken a great interest in swapping couples recently. My parents said to me, “We’re going to be exchange couples, probably exchange each other’s couples or have other men and women come over to the house, but don’t be too concerned about it.”
And my mother smiled, as if she were pleased, and said, “Mommy’s going to be loud in those moments, but you’re used to it, so you don’t care, do you?”
It’s just so open that I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know whether it was my father or my mother who suggested it, but I sent my husband and wife’s picture to a magazine for publication. Since we didn’t hide our faces, the photos were immediately known to our coworkers and became a big problem, but my father didn’t care at all and said, “It’s not like I’m in the way of anyone else, so what’s wrong with that? Besides, the people who look at these photos are also interested in swapping couples, so why don’t you do it with us? We can also expand the field of couples exchange in the company.”
Everyone seemed to be dumbfounded and it went away.
Afterward, my father even told his boss, “Do you want to come to my house and have sex with my wife, she’s nice and famous!”
To the female employees of the company also said, “Come to my house and have fun with us! I am confident in intercourse.”
People couldn’t do anything with him, but people didn’t feel bad about him either.
Leaving some of this aside, I will now report on the first time the other person in the exchange couple came to my house.
Both parents have been intensely busy since the morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing sake, cleaning the house, changing freshly laundered sheets, and other welcome preparations.
The couple that came at dusk time was the faculty couple that gave good impression. Because my parents were generous with their wine and food, they seemed to be very moved, and as a result, both men were so drunk that they couldn’t do anything else.
I could hear it through the wall in my room.
“Not on your side? Not this side either.”
“Men are useless, ma’am suck on my husband’s stuff, maybe that will help.”
“Yeah! I’m sucking hard yah!”
“You’re so useless! Well, I try to suck too.”
“I’m sorry! Too sorry! Had to serve in other ways.”
“I’m so sorry! It’s a shame to face a beautiful woman like Mrs.!”
“Yes, such an attractive lady parting her snowy white thighs, I’m so useless! I’ll try harder next time, give me another chance anyway.”
Saying all the regretful things without a hint of eroticism, I leaned my ear against the wall to eavesdrop and was disappointed instead.
However, my parents didn’t like me eavesdropping, they said, “If you’re going to eavesdrop you might as well come in and watch, the door won’t be locked.”
But then again, I don’t want to watch the site of my parents doing a swap with another couple.
They weren’t afraid of this one failing, and when a couple swapper came in later, it was still a big rush from the morning. But this time it was a non-drinking affair, deciding to wait until after the deed was done, so it had to be able to go off without a hitch.
I knew the situation and I made up my mind on this occasion as well.
“I came to visit.” When I finished, I sat under the corner of my parents’ bedroom and watched the battle, knowing all about it, naturally.
The father kept thrusting in a horseback riding position on top of the other’s short but plump body and slightly protruding belly wife.
The mother took a seat on the other thinner husband’s long black thing, her hands on her chest, her hips moving together and down.
When I went in, my parents said to each other at the same time, “I’m sorry! Let her visit! You have a good look there.”
The couple on the other side of the table braked as if they were surprised, but said, “Oh! That’s a very desirable education, isn’t it!” Then the work of thrusting continued.
However, the two couples seemed to forget I existed very quickly.
I was very confused by the fact that my parents attended swap meets and made no secret of it to me, their springy high school junior daughter.
Once, bringing foreign couples back to exchange couples, I don’t care about this, but that middle-aged foreigner even said to me, “Chick, how about having sex with me?”
Some of my classmates came back from playing with black people and were very proud to proclaim it all over the place, but I don’t like foreigners, so I said, “No! Thanks.”
But I guess it’s okay to use him to practice foreign language conversation.
I ignored his words and went back to my room on my own, not bothering to visit their battle.
Not long after that again, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the Couples Exchange Study Group at U of G) and all of them had sex with my mom together.
I hid in my room alone as I didn’t want to see any of them, but there was no way to read when I heard my mom’s loud lustful screams.
I usually don’t feel anything when I hear my parents making noises, but this was the only time I had a wonderful sensation, so I reached into my boxers and started masturbating.
I have to get the masturbation done quickly to calm my mind down, otherwise I can’t read at all. But today was the only day when I could feel pleasure after a few masturbations, but I still couldn’t get my mind to settle down.
I wanted to go to the restroom and stepped out of my room to see a naked student standing dementedly in front of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his head hanging down in contemplation.
I asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
I can’t help but feel a special sensation when the eyes of two people meet.
“It’s …… I can’t do that, I can’t do that kind of thing because I’m the one who has to have the atmosphere.”
“Oh yeah? But wouldn’t that be a loss?”
“But I see that they can’t stand it and feel sad, and I still must be spiritual.”
He didn’t want to stay in there, but there was nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the toilet.
I sympathized with him.
“How about …… going to my room, then?” I couldn’t help but say this out loud.
“Can it be that way?”
“Yes!” It was as if I was baiting the man.
He dutifully followed me to my room, where he and I sat side by side on the edge of the bed, the only other things in the room being the desk and chair.
At this time, from next door came the mother’s cry, “Ah …… good …… good …… more… …more ………”
I thought to myself: How many people is my mother having sex with right now? And what is the mood of my father, who is watching from the side? I don’t know what my father is feeling! I really don’t understand what’s going on in an adult’s mind. It’s like I can understand it, but I don’t want to understand it.
At this point, I couldn’t help but reach out and wrap my arms around his shoulders, hugging them hard. This man’s shoulders were thin, but deep.
He reached around my waist as well and pulled me through.
Ah …… he slowly bulged in front of the towel around his waist at this time. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I didn’t have the courage.
Although I had seen many times the way my father had pescaded this thing up and in and out of my mother’s lower body while naked, I had never actually touched this thing in a man. Although I had touched it in the shower when I was very young, it was in a soft state.
He held me close and yipped his mouth on mine, and I couldn’t help but hold him tight and breathe heavily.
From next door came the mother’s voice again, “Oooh …… oooh ……” as if it were an animal’s roar.
He reached inside my blouse and tried to remove my dress, but he was so clumsy that he could never get it off. Unable to resist, I took off my blouse myself, and he tried to undo the hooks on my skirt again, but still couldn’t because of his clumsiness, so it was left to me to stand up and take off my own skirt.
All that was left of me was my bra and boxers, and with that he hugged me tight again.
It took him a great deal of effort to remove my bra.
Aah! My breasts are showing. Those were beautiful breasts that even I thought were bouncy.
“It’s beautiful!” He said in admiration.
“What about than mother?” I asked.
“Well, to be honest, hers are flaccid a bit and her nipples are too dark.” He finished by chirping and kissing my breasts.
Ah! There’s a nice strong feeling. Kissing was my first time, and so was having my nipples sucked. I didn’t expect it to be this comfortable, and now I know why my mother likes to have her nipples sucked by men.
Still, I don’t like to get it this way with a lot of people, it’s better to get it with one person. Right now, it’s this one person’s good.
He sucked on a nipple while holding the other breast and squeezing it.
Ahh! It’s very comfortable! Even down there, there’s a feeling of electric shock.
“You’re pretty good at getting them, you must have had a lot of experience with them?” I asked.
“No! It’s my first time, I came here today thinking I’d be able to ditch my virginity, but that scene was so horrible that I haven’t had intercourse yet.”
Oh, yeah! So it’s a virgin and a virgin together! He seemed embarrassed trying to hide the bulge around the towel around his waist.
I pretended to touch the spot with my hand without thinking about it, and although it was unnatural to do so, such a move gave me great pleasure.
Ahh! His thing was hard and bouncy.
After I touched it, he seemed to be aroused as well, and he finally couldn’t resist and started to take off my boxers.
I wanted to resist for a moment, but that would surely cause him to give up the action, so I let him take it off.
Ahh! Took the boxers off my round white ass now. It’s a first for a man to remove my boxers.
Between my plump, snow-white thighs, there was only a little bit of hair growing, and when I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it, all I could see were tiny triangles.
He also removed the towel around his waist.
Ah! That thing is upright, isolated and lovely to look at, not as dark in color as his father’s. Compare it to the men who come when they exchange couples, his is as lonely and lovely as a penstemon.
I loved his large pennant flower and couldn’t help but reach out and hold it close.
“Ah …… this is so comfortable!” His body shivered a little.
Then he pushed me down and I fell on the bed with my arms around his neck, I was afraid that he would look at me there because it was embarrassing, so I held on to his neck and wouldn’t let go.
“It’s beautiful, your body is beautiful.” He whispered to me.
Of course I’m not like my mother. I’m young! And I have long legs and a good figure. I’m confident in my body.
That’s when he leaned the tip of his nose over my cleavage and sniffed it, then moved his nose downward and repeated, “It smells good, it really smells good.”
I don’t actually wear perfume or anything.
I felt the stimulation intense and nervous, knowing that my thighs were trembling, partly embarrassed and partly with great expectations.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes, and I knew my face was red to my ears.
He seemed to feel it too and asked, “Scared?”
“No! No fear!” I said and hugged him tightly again.
Since his body was raised, it became a situation where I was hanging from his neck. Finally he couldn’t support my weight and was pulled down by me, his body landing on the bed and the two of them became overlapping up and down.
At this point, he started kissing me.
Ahh! That’s so nice.
The two mouths were contained together, lips pressed together while tongues entwined.
He slipped his hand between my legs and my body naturally tensed and tried to clench my thighs, but at some point he put one leg between mine so that I couldn’t clench.
Ah! His fingers touched my most sensitive spot, but his hand seemed to be trembling with fear.
But the inflexibility also gave me a greater sense of well being, comfort, and my slit overflowed again.
At that moment, the voice of my mother was heard again shouting from next door, “Ah! Good …… right …… right …… this is it ……… …”
He finally inserted his finger into my slit.
Ahh! There are indescribably wonderful flavors.
My body began to shake and I leaned my face against his chest, breathing heavily.
At the moment, I felt that my voluptuous body and his thinner one were perfectly attuned to each other.
He pulled my hand to touch his thing. It was thick and hard! But maybe a little smaller in comparison to the men my father exchanged partners with. But too big is so scary, and he’s ideal like this, so thick that it probably won’t hurt to come in, right?
I quickly let go of my hand, but then held it in my hand again with determination.
“It’s really hard.” I said.
“First time?”
“Well, I’ve seen it, but it’s the first time I’ve touched it.”
I slowly stroked his hardness as he guided me.
The head was smooth, but it was also erect like it was about to explode, pulsing hotly, presumably the state of a man when he feels comfortable?
“I don’t know anything, you teach me.” I said.
“Mmm! I’m so comfortable when you just touch me like that.”
He pulled my hand again to the back of the fleshy stem where it looks like a band, and I started rubbing it there.
“Ahh …… comfortable …… so good!” He grunted as he thrust his finger deeper ……….
“Can I stick it in? I want to so bad, I wasn’t going to do it today because you’re a virgin.”
“To …… please.” I couldn’t help but say this.
I know one day shall abandon the virgin, if it is with him, I am willing ………….
As if he had made up his mind, he pulled out his fingers and pulled my legs apart again with a little more force, his body getting between them, then looking at my snowy ass and the roots of my thighs, and pushing his hard upright thing up.
I think he’s reached the limit of his hardness.
He rubbed his glans against my wetness from top to bottom before he slid in with a plop.
I’m not going to be able to do that! But it doesn’t work …… It only goes in a little bit.
“Ouch!” I let out a grunt. Since I’m a virgin, I probably still have my hymen, right? “Can’t! It won’t go in.” He seems sad.
“It hurts …… it hurts ………” I moaned.
“So …… just stop, right?” He asked me thoughtfully.
“No! I want it!” I said, but my body shivered.
“I think it’s probably a brief pain, so please bear with me.” He kissed me on the forehead to comfort me.
“I’ll hold back, but if it hurts too much, you need to stop moving.”
I put my hands over my face and spread my thighs, waiting for him to mine me again.
“I’ve heard that women have to relax their strength so it doesn’t hurt.” He said.
But I don’t know how to relax the power? That’s when he lowered his head and applied saliva to his own glans, then spread my pussy lips apart and gently inserted his glans.
The glans was barely able to enter, so he held my ass tight and slowly inserted it little by little. At this point, I wasn’t feeling any pain.
Suddenly it seemed as if a plopping sound was heard, and at the same time his hardness slid in with a gulp.
Ah …… came in.
The hole expanded violently and comfortably, and I let out a grunt, a feeling of almost suffocating, but with a sense of pleasure.
My hole began to tighten the moment he penetrated, clamping his rod so tightly that I wondered if he would be in pain.
“Ah …… that’s nice!”
He didn’t move after he thrust, as if he was enjoying the taste of me clenching him. I was also shaking in my body enjoying the sensation after his penetration. Both of them were shaking as if they were signaling each other, talking to each other.
I thought that human beings were only able to talk with their mouths, but now I know that they can still communicate in this way.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my ass and didn’t move as he was moved, quietly enjoying the beauty of the ensemble.
“Are all of them in?” I asked.
“Uh-huh! Even the roots went in, and now we’re completely airtight.”
“Yes?” Wanting to be sure of what was going in, I reached under my ass and felt over and felt the round appendage underneath.
I was startled and immediately shrank my hand, but driven by curiosity, I summoned up the courage to touch it again. His thing did extend out from this appendage and into my cavity.
I let go of my hand only when I understood. But for some reason tears flowed, I don’t know if I was happy or sad that I was now no longer a virgin.
From next door came his mother’s voice again, but this time it was soon inaudible.
That’s when he started to slowly move around.
Ah! It’s so sweet! It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, but it’s a great pleasure.
It was as if years of accumulated annoyance at hearing the annoying voices of the parents next door had finally been vented.
He started moving in and out harder, feeling out my internal flesh wrapping around his thing as it moved and grinded.
That’s a real thrill …………
“Ah! That’s so good, it turned out to be so good, a woman’s here didn’t expect it to be so good.” He said excitedly.
And at this point, I was about to dissolve.
“Is this good? Okay? How about this?”
He does all kinds of moves, but what kind is good, I can’t really tell.
As good as it was in the meaty hole, it was also very nice to have his hairs rubbing against my most sensitive areas.
“I don’t want to do this with anyone else in my life.”
“Me too, how about we get married?” He asked.
“Well …… can!”
I don’t know his name yet though, and neither do I know where he lives.
Ah …… but being able to do this comfortable thing forever and enjoy intercourse as much as my parents did, I can’t wait to get married.
“Ah! Good ah! Ahhhh …………” I suddenly had a marvelous feeling and screamed out loud, my whole body trembling while the pleasure spread to every pore in my body.
Tension and Relaxation Swap Coming ………….
“Ah …… I …… can’t ……….”
The G-University student suddenly became intensely active, sprinting powerfully, and then a shiver ran through his entire body.
Ah …… he’s cumming.
Maybe I’ll get pregnant, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll marry him.
Thinking so, I couldn t help but hug him tightly and lift my ass upward from below, and then the two of them were tightly entwined ………… together.
I’ve been obsessed with intercourse ever since.
There is nothing so comforting as having beauty and romance in your heart, creating the intention to live positively, and feeling refreshed afterwards.