Is it weird that I get aroused while listening to my parents making love?

I think you might need a gf!

But sad that I'm a bit jealous, 30 years on from when I last heard my parents screwing. I was gutted when they stopped my free show when I was just sixteen years old. Entitled or what?!! :)

So is it my place to tell you not to enjoy it while it lasts?

Oh yeah. That taboo aspect was/is a big turn-on for me too.

And thinking of my parents as sexual beings too - just as I'd reached puberty. It was a heady (ahem) experience. And it meant I looked at my mum's body in day-to-day life with sexual desire. Never my dad's though. Not even to see if he was hiding a hard-on. Not interested.

I'm pretty sure my mum realised I was looking at her in *that* way and she would either respond by becoming very prim and proper about her body, or by being a little bit naughty with her clothing and so on. Nothing obvious. Subtle stuff.

And I've only shared what used to happen with three girlfriends and with counsellors. Shows how taboo the subject remains.

Anyone with a passing knowledge of Oedipus will know that boys theoretically want to have sex with their mums. I believe girls with their dads too.

It almost never happens for real. It's a subconscious thing, mainly. However, by the third or fourth time of me hearing my parents f*ck, I started to fantasise about making love to my mum. And it was 'making love'. Sure, it could involve various sexual positions, but I framed it in my fantasises as the cementing of our loving mother-son relationship, the natural corollary of our 'normal' love for each other.

So this was when it became a little bit unhealthy. When it became a conscious desire. And it became more unhealthy when I tried to make it happen. It didn't get anywhere near happening, not even snogging, but it became obsessional. I still regret that I didn't push a little more, as there were small signs that Mum might have reciprocated.

It won't happen now, 30 years on - due to her late age, for one thing. But I still return to the fantasy in an obsessional way, such as reading and responding to this message board. That ain't healthy. It's taking me away from my real-life relationship and my real life too much.

So I can't really discourage you from enjoying fantasies about f****** your mum - they're bound to be amongst the most thrilling and intense you could have. But talk to a professional counsellor or psyche if it starts to take over your thoughts, like it did with me. Every spare moment, that's what I'd think about or write down in long screeds, as ways to help me imagine what would happen and masturbate to. I only addressed this properly later in life, which is why it hasn't really gone away.

What a happy set of coincidences for you! I wish I had recordings of the 30 times I heard my parents make love. Yes, I counted.

When did you used to listen to the recordings?

Have you still got them six years on from your message? Do you still listen to the recordings?

I was 13 when I first heard my parents. It took about five minutes for me to work out what the noise was at 11pm that was so loud it woke me from my usual deep slumber.

At first I thought it was someone doing late night DIY! You know that sound of the back and forth of a saw on wood. Turns out it was some wood being worked on - just not the tree kind!

But the sound stopped. And I couldn't hear a thing. So I put my head down. Then it started up again. It was heavy, almost raspy breathing - that was the saw-like sound.

Then I heard these grunts and whimpers from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like Dad was beating up Mum. I was horrified and scared. I was shocked that my loving dad could do such a thing.

I was working out how to call the police, when I heard moans of pleasure from my mum. Then the penny dropped.

My heart went into overdrive. It was only a couple of months beforehand that I'd started masturbating. This was a real life sex show literally on the other side of our thin internal walls. My head was, what, at most 100cm from their heads. It was unbelievable.

I felt guilt even at that moment, but I couldn't resist. I propped myself up on my elbows as quietly as possible and moved as close to the wall as I could. I unfurled my almost erect penis from between my legs, and placed it between my stomach and the bed sheets. Then I yawned silently, which increased the volume of everything around me. I cupped my hands behind my ears to direct the sound better too.

And I was able to hear the swish of the bedsheets as my parents' bodies moved together, the sound of them kissing each other's lips and those quick, almost-pain gasps from my mum that I'd earlier mistaken for her reaction to brutality from Dad.

Then the climax: Dad grunting three times. Grunt. Short pause. Grunt. Short pause. Almighty grunt, as Dad shot his load deep into Mum's p*ssy. Cue Mum letting out a huge sigh-moan and several shorter ones. They'd managed a simultaneous orgasm the first time I'd heard them. "Just for me", I thought.

My c*ck was rock hard beneath me, but I still hadn't cum. I screwed my hips against the bed to stimulate myself. Then their bedroom door opens and light pours out of it. I had to stop and quickly get under the sheets, but super-quietly, as my bedroom door was always left wide open. Luckily, it was Dad and he'd turned back to Mum and whispered "American-style sex", to which she giggled a "Yes" in response.

Yep, I still have no idea what they were talking about. But I'm grateful. It meant they were absorbed with each other and not me in the next-door bed at that moment. Dad went to the bathroom, which suddenly made sense - I hadn't thought about the cleanliness aspect of post-coitus until then! Meanwhile, I heard what sounded like Mum cleaning the sheets with tissues.

So finally, after listening to them whisper indistinct sweet nothings to each other and settling down to sleep, I could enjoy myself. Can you imagine how I exploded down below after replaying all that in my head?

From that point on, similar to so many people posting on this message board, I learnt to read the signs for when my parents were likely to make love. I'd also retire to bed early, so as not to put them off. And I was mostly right about when they were both turned on enough to go at it.

I'm so glad that I'm also not the only one to try to time my orgasm with their climaxes. I got pretty good at it, although I found that either Mum's were too quiet most of the time or she simply wasn't achieving them. However, she was between 47 and 50 years old over that period of time, so this *might* have been affected by her age.

Still, I was proud - yes, proud - to synchronise with Dad. That meant more than thirty minutes holding an erection before cumming, despite extreme provocation from the carnal pleasures being enacted 100cm away from me. I'd be erect well before my parents retired to bed, then they'd read for about ten minutes, then enjoy about ten to fifteen minutes of foreplay, followed by ten to fifteen minutes of penetrative sex. For a young teenage boy, stopping myself from cumming after being erect and turned on for about an hour was some achievement.

I wish I could have thanked them both for the extreme levels of pleasure they unknowingly gave to me - at least consciously.

Did you get to see them then?

I only ask because you mentioned wanting to do a video recording.

Or was your aim to set up a spy cam to see what you could only hear up until then?

That sounds really risky on their part. And yours too, for that matter!

Why do you think they just didn't have sex in their bedroom, behind closed doors? Seems a bit negligent.

Are you female? It'd have been easier for you to masturbate unnoticed on the stairs if you were. But at age 10? Really? That's young.

You might have read elsewhere on this thread that I wished I'd have been able to record my parents. Too difficult for an ordinary teen back in the 1980s.

But you reminded me that I'd sometimes go to my parents' marital bed while they were both out at work and masturbate while thinking about their love-making. I'd mostly cum into some tissues, but occasionally I'd do it into a pair of my mum's knickers from the laundry basket. Sniffed them first. Of course.

i heard my mom tell my dad that she wanted sex tonight. Im so excited Im already rock hard waiting for it. my dad has been away for the military so I know tonight my mom is going to get it hard. Im naked and ready. Im 14

my mom and stepdad are trying to have a kid. they have been f*****g alot. its pretty hot my mom will tell my stepdad to suck her titties and to give her a baby as he is cumming. im 15 i shoot multiple loads listening.

And? What was it like?

it was amazing. i invited my best friend over for a sleepover the next night and they screwed again. my friend and i stood at the door and wanked away butt naked. he liked coming over after that lol

Have you ever asked them if you could watch them?

Have you ever talked to them about it? It may help you watch them so you won't get so nervous and it could become a learning opportunity for you.

Sounds like your mom liked to be noticed, even by you