My mother was on her hands and knees, stark naked, on the edge of the bed.My mother was on her hands and knees, stark naked, on the edge of the bed. My father stood on the floor in back of her, with his hands on her hips, rhythmically pulling her backwards as he thrust his huge penis into her from behind. As her buttocks impacted his hairy abdomen, she squealed softly, and their flesh made the slapping noise that had attracted my attention. For several minutes his thrusts and her squeals were an unchanging rhythm. Then his buttocks began to clench more rapidly, and his thrusts became harder and faster. As the speed of his thrusts became more desperate, her squeals turned to grunts. The flesh of her buttocks rippled with each violent impact, and her hands gripped the bedcovers. |