What My Parents Did With Our Panties. (But Mainly Mine)

Imagine a time when there were no laws other than those of survival. We lived in initially nuclear families, but over time these became extended into multiple familial groups. But I want to focus on the nuclear families. 

Let’s imagine a prehistoric man choosing a mate. No marriage. No courtship, in fact it was probably consensual rape at best, although I can imagine the females being driven by their own innate desire to breed. 

Now, let’s say they have a child….a girl child. The man wouldn’t be interested in this squalling noisy bundle of shit and puke….until, that is, one day, she was tall, had boobs, and was exuding the scent nature meant us to exude. Would he have noticed? Of course he would. His brain is hard wired to notice the curves, and to follow the scents. Would there have been incestuous couplings? Oh, I would imagine so, but our genetic makeup was different back then…less complex. So perhaps, and I’m guessing here, the birth defects we see these days arising from incestuous births weren’t so common. 

We carry much of our forebears with us. We have fingernails, yet no need to scratch and dig for roots. We have teeth capable of puncturing and cutting flesh, but I don’t think we need to tear the throat out of an animal anymore. 

So…we come to my awareness that my parents had sex. Maybe they were suddenly much louder about it. Maybe, (more likely) my own journey through adolescence made me more aware of it. Either way, I spied on them. Initially, just lying in my bed straining to hear, but soon, I discovered the vent in my walk-in and the opportunities it offered, standing on a chair, listening intently while masturbating was risky, since I tended to fall off when I came.

So, mum and dad’s sex life was (and I say ‘was’ because since menopause hit Mum like a wrecking ball, it’s well and truly over now) rich and varied. Sometimes, unspeakably tender and loving…deeply emotional…..sometimes, kinky, involving role plays where Mum would pretend to be a schoolgirl, or a whore, or even someone Dad had met and told her he fancied. (They were and are so secure in their relationship with one another that no outside source is a threat to that. Dad could meet the most beautiful 18-year-old girl ever born, and the thought of leaving Mum wouldn’t cross his mind.)  But as Alison and I progressed through puberty and out the other side into adolescence, now and then we would crop up in their discussions, and I have to say, in all honesty, me more than Ali. 

It started with a discussion after a particularly noisy fuck. Dad asked, “Do you think Anna is sexually active yet?” Mum (quite rightly) said, “Oh, she’s probably been listening to us with her hand in her panties throughout.” (Spot on, Mum.) But she went on. “Anyway, her panties tell the story. Not a day goes by without them being more stained than I would expect. Our eldest daughter is certainly at least masturbating….if not more. 

Then the biggest pause of all, followed by, “Well! Where did THAT come from?” Clearly that brief discussion had triggered that primal circuit and Dad was hard again. Mum kept up the discussion presumably while she wanked him off. “Imagine her, lying in bed, listening to us, touching herself…making herself wet, imagining, maybe, being fucked herself…having a cock up her……” The groans indicated an orgasm. I can think of few occasions where I have been more aroused. 

By no means did they talk about me every night. Just now and then, when they both felt particularly kinky. Mum and Dad had a wide variety of sex, and nearly always something sexual happened every night, be it full sex, or just masturbating, either themselves or one another, or oral sex. (All of which makes me wonder how they’ve coped with Mum’s total lack of interest and capability to have sex now.) 

So, one night……as I recall, I was listening to them. I was already feeling horny, but then I feel horny almost all the time, so nothing new here. There was the usual fussing around as they got ready for bed, and then Mum asked Dad to close his eyes. Then she said, “Sniff.” Dad responded with, “Whose are these? They’re not yours.” (I inherited my forensic sense of smell from my dad.) Mum actually giggled before replying, “No…they’re Anna’s.” A brief pause followed by a delighted exclamation, “Woah! Wow! Impressive.” 

I assume mum started masturbating him. I know she kept talking to him. “That’s her pussy. (Yuck! Fuck, how I loathe that fucking word.) Anna’s wetness. What if she masturbated listening to us? (I had) Tell me when you’re close and I’ll catch your cum on top of hers. Maybe I should put her wet crotch against your……there…that’s it…cum …..cum all over her panties.” 

That was the first use of my panties. But it developed. Sometimes, Mum would wear them and have him call her Anna, Me? I’d be masturbating like crazy. Especially when he fell into the role play fully and called Mum my name. And especially after I had taken care of my own hymen and could use my trusty purple candle as a surrogate cock to fuck myself with. I adored those nights. Again, I felt tremendously powerful. I would lie there, listening and joining in!

I’ve tried to unpick the ‘why’ of it all. I think all girls love their dads, but does there come a moment, even if briefly where it goes beyond platonic love? I wonder how many girls have found themselves thinking about their dads in sexual terms and have pushed the thought away in disgust. (They can’t deny it happened though.) Or perhaps felt a twinge of competition with their mums? Maybe some have masturbated thinking about their dads, but shoved it into the deepest darkest places in their secret vault? 

I learned to accept whatever sexual feelings I feel openly and without guilt years ago, and I think I have the Good Sisters to thank for that. (And the Catholic Church in general). We got way too much guilt and sin layered on us in that fucking school. I guess I rebelled early, and learned to enjoy the feelings, thoughts and images I was experiencing. 

Which brings me to the tennis court that day during the lockdown. Believe me, watching a naked man running around a tennis court is not the sexiest of sights. Comical, yes, but sexy? Hardly. And yet, in that briefest of moments, when his cock brushed against my bum, I went from zero to ready so fast it actually took my breath away. I felt myself opening up. I felt a huge deluge of wetness leave me. It must have been similar for him, because he went from soft to full hard in seconds. What I recall most was the mental aspect. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath or heartbeat. Looking back, it was a brief, quick fuck….the kind our ancient ancestors might have had. (That’s why guys have to learn to slow down. Ancient instinct makes them cum fast.) In ancient times, they had to fuck fast while keeping an eye out for predators, both human and animal. And that’s what happened on that court. A fast, furious fuck. I think a part of Miss Brain was telling me “Your dad’s fucking you,” and the kinky side of me reveled in it. Perhaps that’s why I came so quickly too, but it was over almost as soon as it had begun. 

I have absolutely no hesitation in saying that if I had a brother, we would goof around sexually. I know, because I would have made it happen. As it was, there is Alison. Behind her ultra-private facade is a highly sexual girl, every bit as driven as I am. I did always wonder why she was so ‘private’, unlike me. I learned later…many years later, that her first exploration of masturbation had ended very badly for her. 

The condensed version is that she had been masturbating multiple times a day for the better part of a week, but stopped short of allowing herself to cum. That rushing/peeing feeling scared her. But her body and mind won out. She was only 13 at the time, and after effectively edging many times a day for five days, her body simply said (or screamed, rather ), “Enough, already!” Apparently, she was standing, in her bedroom, wearing jeans and panties and a top. She had her jeans undone and was doing the business when (as she described it), “I just lost concentration for a second….I had a dirty image flash into my head, and I came. I peed everywhere, and just couldn’t stop.” Apparently, it was months before she dared to try again. 

I did eventually tell her about our parents using my panties, and it seemed to spark an interest in her. When I told her they used hers too, I think she’d worked it out already. 

Perverted? Hmm…I prefer to think of it as honest. The feelings and thoughts were there, so they acted on them. No one was harmed. For Mum and Dad it was the kinkiest, dirtiest of role plays, for me it was a 100% power trip. As for the act itself on the tennis court, honesty has to prevail, and from that brief touch of his flaccid cock on my bum cheek, I wanted it every bit as much as he did. ..

…and to hell with society and its rules.