Did You Ever Hear Your Parents Having Sex?

Now that I have completely embarrassed myself by posting on the wrong thread, here is my answer:

No, but on Saturdays my brothers and I would get up early to watch cartoons. By younger brother was about 5. He would go knock on my parent's door and would try the knob and the door would be locked. My parents never closed their door because my mother always had this "fear" that if one of us got up in the night, she wanted to be able to hear us so she could get up and see what the problem was. It didn't occur to me until years later that the reason the door was closed and locked was because they were trying to be intimate.

Yes, I still remember seeing them have sex. I quickly left the room and they never saw me. It was gross

Yes heard them through the wall - I was disgusted by it

Yes & yes.

Yes. I was 13, and their bedroom was right off the kitchen. I had come down to get a bowl of cereal in the morning. Though the door was closed, I heard it well enough and once it registered, I got the hell out of dodge leaving the bowl and cereal box right there on the counter. I too was disgusted by it.

I never heard or saw my parents have sex, but it was clear they did, as my Dad would put his hand on my Mom's knee and rub it.. or he would pat her behind. That was gross enough for me.

Briefly, once or twice, and was skeeved out by it. But never "scarred" by it, never paid it much mind.

But I have always had a thing for listening to straight couples in hotel rooms. Or wherever. Stayed at a friend's during college years and his dad was a hot, hairy DILF. Heard his parents going at it....could hear his dad grunting as he was (kind of obviously) cumming and it was one of the few times I ever shot without touching myself.

Totally scarred. I'm sure it had a part in my being gay.

Fucking ridiculous R9. Self-hating pathetic namby pamby bullshit.

We don't become gay because our parent were heterosexuals who fucked. Sheesh!

Yes, many times. I hated it. My mother was so loud. One summer we were staying with my aunt, uncle and cousins in the south of France and my parents did it there the first night. We’d all gone to bed, and it was a hot, still night. There was no air conditioning. Just the chirping of cicadas - but even they fell silent when my mother’s shrieks starting echoing around the courtyard of the house. I was 13 and mortified, knowing that not just me but everyone else was hearing this, and that we would all be sitting around the breakfast table the next morning, pretending it hadn’t happened.

It never scarred me. It's just that most kids don't like the idea of their parents having sex. For me, it was like.. get a room already. Ewww...

Worse than just hearing it, I saw it. When I was in first grade, we got let out of school early for some reason. I think a water pipe had burst. It was the 1970s, so no parents were called. We were just sent home. Imagine that happening today? A school would get sued. Anyway, I walked home (we lived about a 5 minute walk from my school) and see my dad's car in the driveway, which I thought was odd but figured he got out of work early like I got out of school early.

I came in the back door where the kitchen was, but no one was in the kitchen. We had a ranch style home. I walked to the living room, again no one there. I thought it was a little odd, but at this point I hadn't yelled out that I was home. I was walking to my room when I heard something at the end of the hall where my parent's room was. I walked over to the door and pushed it open slowly just a crack. There was my dad on top of my mom just pounding away. I knew what sex was even then thanks for my older brother, so I knew what they were doing. I just walked calmly to my room, shut the door, and read comic books until my mother knocked on my door around the time school would be out. I acted like I'd never seen anything. I remember her saying, "I didn't hear you come in." I wanted to say, "No you didn't, and guess what I saw!"

My brother walked in on them once just as my dad was mounting my mom on the couch. I remember we were disgusted to find out they fucked on the couch while we were at school.

I seemed to have the worst luck catching relatives and parents of friends. I used to stay at my cousin's a lot as we were the same age and good friends, and once I walked in on my aunt and uncle as they were fucking. We were all so embarrassed. I once caught my great-aunt and great-uncle having senior sex at their lake house when we stayed over. I was probably in third or fourth grade. I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water in the kitchen. There was a screened porch just off the kitchen that overlooked the lake. There they were on that porch just boning away. Luckily they didn't see me.

I've mentioned this before in another thread, but my parents room was adjoined by a former nursery which was then my father's office. It had another door opening off the hallway. I wanted something out of Dad's office and went in. Through the door into the bedroom I saw my parents scrambling to cover themselves up. It was obvious that my dad had been going down on my mom.

I grabbed the stapler or whatever quickly and got the hell out, and nothing was ever said.

Scarred for life? Hardly. It was just one experience in the incremental process of learning about life.

I have a few others of parents of friends I caught. Luckily for me, some of my friends' dads were hot. One was the hairy Polish father of my friend Russ. His dad was Mr. Macho and his wife used to just dismiss his sexist comments and flip him shit for being old fashioned. She was hilarious. We used to pitch tents and camp in their back yard in the summer. I would sometimes go back and sleep inside because I wasn't a huge fan of sleeping in a tent. One time when I decided to sleep inside the house, I heard moaning and grunting coming from the living room after I came in. I peeked in the living room and there was my friend's mom riding his hot, hairy dad on the couch. Although I knew about sex, that position surprised me as I always assumed the man must be on top.

Another Italian friend also had a hot, hairy father who was in great shape. Wonderful, fit body on this guy and I'd seen his big cock, too, because I'd seen him in the changing room whenever we'd go to the lake. He was about 6'2, hairy chest, mustache. He did have a receding hairline but otherwise a hunky Italian guy. His mom was on the plump side and had a big ass. I used to stay overnight there a lot on the weekends and in the summer. One night I heard, "Oh Joe, oh Joe!" coming from downstairs and I knew they were fucking. You could see the living room from the upstairs landing and I saw his hot dad fucking his plump mother on the loveseat. Forever after I figured that's how it got its name! Man, that one gave me fantasies of being fucked by my friend's father that I still use today.

Not all my friends' parents were hot, though. I remember my friend Robert's fat father. He was a big guy, 6'3, but man was he rotund. We used to joke that he'd crush his mother if they fucked since she was small and on the thinner side. Robert's room was directly in the line of sight of his parent's room. They always left their doors open. Once when I was staying over, I got up late at night to pee and the bathroom was right outside his parent's room. From his parents' bedroom, I heard their bed creaking something fierce and saw this fat, blinding white ass pumping up and down and saw his mom's feet over his dad's shoulders. I creeped downstairs to use the bathroom down there. I can't believe they didn't shut the door. They must have figured we'd all be asleep.

I knew it would upset people like you R10 on DL so I watered down the truth. Actually my being gay is totally, not partially, the scarring result of hearing my parents having sex.

bullshit R16.

My parents told me when I was little, around 4 years old, that one time I walked in on them in the bedroom. Thinking that my dad was attacking my mom, I got my toy baseball bat and smacked my dad in the balls. They started locking the door after that. I have no memories of that, but they loved to tell the story to try to embarrass me.

When I got old enough to understand why they went into the bedroom and locked the door during the day, they had already stopped doing that and my mom was sleeping on the couch because she couldn't stand sleeping next to my "pig of a father" any more.

Yes, many times. My mother was very loud. And yes, I was traumatized.

Yes. No. It was the natural order of things.

In the 80s my parents had a waterbed. One night when I was about seven I had a scary dream and went down the hall to their room. The door was closed but I could hear the frantic sloshing of their bed. In an instant I knew what was happening and I fled back to my room like my ass was on fire.

There are a whole bunch of videos on pornhub of the sound of parents fucking. It’s obvious the people recording are getting off on it. You can hear the sound of jerking off in a few of them.

Excuse me? My parents did not have sex.

I think if you are going to have kids, sound proof the fucking bedroom so they don't have to deal with that shit.

This thread is turning me on big time.

No, but I have a good friend whose parents would have very loud sex whenever they wanted to, like even when he had friends like me over. His mom would get very loud and say things like, "OH SHIT OH SHIT OH JESUS OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" and you knew they were having sex. I remember eating dinner over at my friend's house in jr. highschool, and his dad was fingering his mom at the dinner table, as she kept laughing. My friend also showed me condoms that his dad kept and used, and we figure that his dad either had an STD like herpes or warts, or cheated on his mom since he would openly go into yahoo chat rooms like, "Married but flirting" and later call up women who at the time were older to us in their 20s and 30s and have phone sex. I also saw HIV testing kits and results in my friend's dad's car in some envelope.

I also remember being at another friend's house and we heard his dad getting sucked off by his mom, saying things very loudly like, "Ahhh yeah! That's it!" heavy breathing, and we heard him jerk off and his cum hit the bed.

THAT is fucked up right there. Is your friend emotionally stable as an adult?

R26 where did you grow up for gods sake??

R27, the one friend who had the very loud mother has some issues like being a control freak, and having OCD that he does not take meds or see a therapist for. The other friend sadly killed himself, but the very disturbing thing is that he did it on the anniversary of another friend's suicide and in the same way, and in the same location. Both friends who killed themselves were friends and knew each other very well.

R28, I grew up in Bucks county PA., I was a lot closer to decades ago what used to be very rural areas with many farms. I did not live here, but my friends whose parents we heard having sex lived here where you could be in the living room, or kitchen, and then hear what was going on upstairs or downstairs. I suppose in both cases of my friends' parents they were exhibitionists. Back in the day my friend had a large zip disk of internet porn, and he hid it in a CD case, and he told me how his dad would take it and masturbate to the pictures on it and then put it back, and we also found S/M porn on his family's computer, or just pics of naked women on the desktop and my friend did not put them there and his mom certainly did not. My friend told me how he came home early from school one day and found his dad's used tissues soaked with cum in a trashcan. This was the friend who had the very loud mother.

No. I swear they only had sex once, and that was to have me. I'm not even sure I was planned tbh. I think it just happened. They met each other late in life and just went with it. They never got married either, they're still together though, 30+ years later, out of obligation or love, who knows. They aren't very close, they argue all the time. I guess they really do act like a married couple, lol.

My mother would moan loudly in the middle of the night, waking me up. My parents' bedroom was upstairs, mine, and the bathroom, were downstairs. My father would come downstairs to clean up in the bathroom. We used to tease my mother about her "nightmares" which made her "moan in her sleep." She'd blush and look flustered. I was too young and dumb to make the connection. Now, in retrospect, I'm just glad they enjoyed such a good sex life.

Imagine what they' think of the things you do! Patents having a sex life should not color a child o ugh!