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   true story...





   Thank you for the flowers

   by Valeska





   I think I was about 8 years old.  It must have been a Saturday
afternoon, my parents were at home, so were I and my 3 year old sister.

   My mother gave me some money, just a few coins but a fortune for a child
my age, and she told me to go down to the shop and buy something nice for
myself and my sister.  Not too long ago I would have spent the whole money
on myself, but in Sunday school we had just learned about the virtue of
sharing, and I actually was excited to have an opportunity to try it in
real life.

   So I took my little sister by the hand and went down to the shop, a
little supermarket at the corner of our street.  I spent quite a lot of
time there thinking about what I would buy, this was a serious investment
for a little girl like me and the possibilities in that little corner shop
seemed endless.  In the end I bought a little comic book for myself and one
of those things to make soap bubbles for my sister.  Still having some of
the money left I decided to buy my mom some flowers to thank her for her
kind and selfless gift.  The money only lasted for one flower though, which
became a single red rose.

   With my comic book and the rose for my mom in one hand, and my little
sister blowing soap bubbles all along the way in my other hand, I walked
back home to our house, which to my surprise seemed to be empty.  Where did
mommy and daddy go?

   I investigated the house, the car was still parked outside, keys and
shoes were still in the wardrobe, the TV was switched off.  At that age I
often would be scared alone, but in that moment I was more curious than
afraid.  I began to investigate every room of the house, quite
systematically.  I took the rose with me as I wanted to give it to my mom
when I had found her.  As I went upstairs I began to hear strange noises
coming from my parents bedroom.  They were just noises to me, and I didn't
think more of them than just a clue to where my parents would be.  I opened
the bedroom door like I would open any door.  My parents were both on the
bed and naked, my mom on all fours and my dad kneeling behind her butt.  He
held her hips with his hands and both where rocking back and forth, making
a slapping sound as the bumped together.  My mother was a voluptuous woman
at the time, when they bumped together you could see the impact running
through her body, and her large breasts bouncing somewhat against their
rhythm.  Whatever they were doing it seemed to be exhausting, as both were
sweating and breathing hard.

   It took them a moment to notice me.  Both stopped their strange actions,
but made no attempt to cover their nudity.

   "Hello my dear, we didn't expect you home so soon." My mom spoke
perfectly calm and kind, not in the tone that was familiar to me when I did
something wrong.

   "Uhm... I went to the shop and bought something for both of us like you
said.  I even bought you a flower." I threw the rose on the bed and it
landed right beneath my mom's breasts.

   "Thank you my dear, that's very kind of you.  Now go and watch some TV
with your sister, we'll be right with you."

   "Uhm...OK."

   I closed the door, went downstairs, jumped on the sofa and switched on
some cartoons.  When my parents came a few minutes later, fully dressed,
everything was like any other Saturday afternoon again.  We never talked
about what has happened.

   Thinking back at the day when I caught my parents during fucking, two
things make me smile.

   First of all my own blissful innocence.  Being totally unaware of
anything sexual.  I suspected they might be doing something that was only
for adults.  I didn't want to disturb them, but actually I couldn't have
cared less too.  If they wanted to bump against each other on the bed nude,
why should I care?  They could do that as long as they wanted as long as I
could watch cartoons in the meantime.

   But what cracks me up even more today is the way my mother talked to me.
Actually it was a very adult reaction to talk to me as calmly as that,
instead of hiding under a blanket and screaming at me as you probably would
expect.  Still it amuses me that she kindly thanked me for the flower while
my father's cock was inside of her pussy, or her ass.




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