A few moments later he heard them arguing in hushed voices, and seconds later the man was on his way down the stairs and out the door, his mother calling after him. Danny had not seen her naked for years, and it shocked him. What are you doing here? His eyes saw the rest of her so quickly that he couldn't remember afterwards if she'd been wearing underwear or not. The floor creaked beneath him and he froze. He lifted his legs out of bed. He hadn't been listening for a minute - too caught up in his own thoughts - but he was pretty sure he'd heard the toilet flush.

Loud sex in a bathroom


He didn't want her to know he was home, or she'd realize he'd been listening. He expected his mother to yell at him again for breaking the silence; for reinforcing the reality of what they'd both just experienced. The last sounds he heard disturbed him because they were so conflicting: Danny pictured her on the man's back. He felt guilty and relieved and angry all at the same time. She could have opened his door a crack and peeked in at him, but she didn't. He waited another minute for more sounds from the bedroom, but all was quiet. He would watch his father walk into the room, grab the man by the hair and beat him with his fists; tell him to get the hell out of his house, and to go back to his own family. He crossed the hall silently, and when he was near enough to touch the bathroom door it opened right in front of him, and as it opened he saw a tiny hand switch the light off. He heard his mother laugh, and knew she'd been drinking. When she spoke it was a harsh whisper. He noticed most of all that her belly seemed to be bigger than he thought it would be for a woman so tiny everywhere else, as if she was finally getting older, and becoming heavy in places. They stood staring at each other in the dark, with just enough light from somewhere to see each other clearly; just enough to read the expression on the other's face. He was wearing underwear. He was suddenly so hot. Coming face to face with her and what she'd been doing, the whole nasty truth of it. He wanted to creep out and go to the toilet without them hearing. Finally he said, "I have to use the toilet," and she said, "Well hurry up and get to bed! It was a terrible moment. But his mother was wearing nothing, and all she could do was hold her arms up in front of her. Later, if he tried, he could see her thighs and her hips, but that was all. He lifted his legs out of bed. He hadn't been listening for a minute - too caught up in his own thoughts - but he was pretty sure he'd heard the toilet flush. In the morning she might guess that he'd heard the whole thing, but that would be different. His eyes saw the rest of her so quickly that he couldn't remember afterwards if she'd been wearing underwear or not.

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4 thoughts on “Loud sex in a bathroom

  • Toshicage
    27.04.2018 at 06:17
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    He felt down with his hands, and grabbed a handful of cotton.

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  • Dirg
    28.04.2018 at 18:13
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    Then he heard a key slide into the lock, and the front door swing open and bang against the wall.

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  • Mekus
    02.05.2018 at 13:43
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    She could have opened his door a crack and peeked in at him, but she didn't. A few moments later he heard them arguing in hushed voices, and seconds later the man was on his way down the stairs and out the door, his mother calling after him.

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  • Zululmaran
    09.05.2018 at 07:37
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    He didn't want her to know he was home, or she'd realize he'd been listening.

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