Her Kinky Parents Ch. 01

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All characters, as depicted in the present time of the story and in the past, are all over 18 years old at all times.

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I arrived at the door to my apartment after a trying day at work. The printer had fucked up our brochures, one of our interns had flaked and just not shown up, and my boss had decided that today would be one of her royal bitch days. At least I managed to get out of work a little early, so there was that. All I wanted to do was get home, get naked, and fuck myself with one, or two, of my favorite toys.

But, that wasn’t going to happen. My parents were at my place. I had known they were coming for a visit, but they got here a day early for some reason. And today of all days – when I really needed my alone time for a hardcore session of self-care for my pussy.

I’d gotten used to having my privacy since I’d moved away from home. I could walk around naked whenever I wanted. Shower with the door open. Masturbate on a whim, in any room I felt like. If the urge hit me while making dinner, I could just lift my skirt and finger myself to a hot, juicy orgasm right there in the middle of the kitchen. If I was cleaning the living room and that feeling came over me, nothing was stopping me from humping the arm of my sofa and getting off like the horny slut I truly am.

But, my lame, uptight, conservative parents were here. I had to control myself, just like I had to when I was living at home. They didn’t even know that I was bisexual, and more into girls lately than ever. I just had to get through this week, then I could go back to getting all the tits and puss, and ass I wanted. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

I half-expected my mom to attack me with one of her patented bear hugs the moment I came through the door, but all seemed quiet. Maybe they went out sightseeing? My pussy tingled at the prospect of having a bit of alone time after all. I slipped off my shoes while trying to decide if I wanted to use one of my vibrators, or maybe just a dong, the big one…how about both? One in my ass and one on my pussy. Then I heard a deep grunt from my living room.

Fuck, that sounded like my dad. He was probably moving my furniture around at my mother’s direction. How infuriating! I knew I couldn’t leave them alone without them trying to decide how I should be living my life. They couldn’t even let me choose how to arrange my things. Expecting the worst, I rounded the corner and froze.

It was my parents, there in my living room, naked. And, I mean, full-on naked right in front of me on the floor. My dad was down on all fours facing toward me, his ass up. Behind him was my mom. And from what I could see, she was wearing a strap-on. One of MY strap-ons! I was immediately distracted by her boobs. They were huge, but of course, I already knew that. And she had the nipples to match. Big, dark areolas, fat buds at the center that stood out all the more because her tits were pale white, in contrast to the rest of her, which was deeply tanned. They swayed enticingly as she thrust her cock into my dad’s ass. Despite the shock of what I was witnessing, my mouth watered.

“Oh!” my mom said when she noticed me standing there with my hand over my open mouth. “You’re home early.”

She said it like I’d just walked in on her chopping vegetables instead of pegging my father in his asshole like some kind of freaky dominatrix. Mom would look great in a pair of black leather knee-high boots though. I tried to clear my head and deal with what was happening.

“Look, honey, your daughter is home,” Mom said, just as casual as could be. What the fuck was going on here? Was this some kind of dream…or nightmare?

“Oh, yeah, hey, Princess. Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize to her,” Mom said and slapped his ass, hard. My dad put his head down as my mom continued to fuck him. She didn’t even stop what she was doing with me there. I would have expected her to run into another room in abject humiliation at me walking in on them like this, but she seemed as relaxed and calm as ever. Almost like she was expecting it.

“You see, sweetie,” my mom addressed me. “We thought that turn-about was fair play. After all the years of you snooping in our bedroom, we thought it was only fair to do a bit of snooping ourselves.” Mom grabbed one of her heavy tits, lifted it, and let it drop provocatively. She pinched and pulled at the already stiff nipple of her other tit. I was mesmerized, despite knowing that as their daughter I should be repulsed. But I couldn’t look away.

“You…you…what?”

“We found your little toy collection. Or, should I say, not so little?” Dad grunted again as Mom jammed the strap-on hard into him. How was he handling that? I had two of them, a smaller one for butt-stuff, but they were using my big boy. I couldn’t help but be a little impressed. “And then we found this.” she tugged on one of the straps of the leather harness. “I’d always wanted to try one of these. I’m going to need to get one for myself. You’ll have bursa escort to tell me where you got it.” Her hands settled on my father’s hips, and she began fucking him with determined resolve.

I should have run out of the room right then, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the debauchery I was witnessing. These were my parents, for God’s sake! If it had been a couple of my friends, that would be one thing, but this was so wrong…beyond wrong. I checked out my mom’s ass, and it was lovely. As pale as her white tits, and enticingly rounded yet firm.

Only then did I realize I had circled around them to get that view. My mom had gotten plump over the years, but she was still sexy as fuck. Especially with those huge knockers. Her butt was big but smooth and inviting. I watched it flex as she pumped my father’s ass and wanted to touch it. This wasn’t the reaction a daughter should have, but I was worried that my pussy was going to soak right through my pants. It was sick.

Another hard smack got my attention. “Say it,” my mom ordered.

“Fuck me,” my father whimpered.

“Louder!”

“Fuck me!” he shouted, complying instantly. “Fuck my faggot ass!”

My mom smiled and caressed his bare rump, never letting up on him. This was impossible. This couldn’t be happening. “That’s a good boy,” she said in a soothing tone, then looked at me. “You can get naked with us if you want.”

I shook my head as a reflex reaction, covering my clothed breasts with an arm, and a hand dropping protectively over my crotch.

“Oh, c’mon, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” she went on, licking her lips suggestively.

Again, I had to shake my head, a little less emphatically this time. What was she talking about?

“So, all those times you spied on us in our bedroom having sex, you never thought about what it would be like to join us?”

“You knew?” I blurted out, incriminating myself further.

“That you were there watching? Of course we did. You’re not as sneaky as you think,” she teased, then pinched my dad’s butt.

“You were better than your brother,” he piped in, “but not as good as Trudy.”

“You let us all watch you?”

“Oh, please,” my mom said, rolling her eyes. She reached around and fondled my dad’s cock hanging limply down below. “Mmmm, love those big balls.” She straightened up, reset herself, and resumed reaming him without mercy. “It was very strange. It was like when each of you turned eighteen some kind of switch went off and you all wanted to see me and your father fucking. It was uncomfortable at first, but then I got to like it. Why do you suppose I left our bedroom door open? You didn’t think that was an accident, did you?”

I had, actually. I felt a bit stupid now that I thought about it. But I had always assumed I was the only one. Knowing my older brother and sister had done the same thing made me feel a little better – even though it shouldn’t. I was still a naughty voyeur who spied on her parents having sex…and got off on it, much to my enduring shame. Just as I was kind of getting off on this, even though I knew how deeply inappropriate it all was.

“We appreciated that you were all so curious. We wanted to set a good example. Show you what sex was like as part of a solid marriage, with love, and maybe a bit of lust.”

“Okay…” I didn’t know how I was supposed to respond, or if I was supposed to say anything at all. I’d just learned that my deepest, darkest secret wasn’t a secret after all. Not only did they know I’d spied on them, but they’d set me up for it. I was equal parts relieved and disturbed by this new information.

“I’m ready,” my father groaned.

“Oh, my. Honey, can you grab a towel or something to put down? I don’t want your father to cum all over your nice carpet.”

I still couldn’t get over how nonchalantly they were dealing with all of this. I guess maybe since they were aware that I’d seen them fucking before made it not as much of a big deal for them, but still…

I hurried back from the kitchen with a dish towel and tried to hand it to my mom.

“Just put it under his penis. He tends to cum a lot so maybe fold it in half.”

Without thinking I folded the towel and got down on my knees next to them. My mom had told me to do something, and I was going along with it without even thinking about what I was actually doing. I ducked down and laid the towel on the carpet, just beneath my father’s swinging dick.

I couldn’t help but notice that he did have great balls…big, saggy, and shaved clean. My mouth was watering again. He wasn’t fully hard, but I could tell that he had some serious girth. I could only imagine what he would look like with an erection. I couldn’t wait to see it. I had to stop myself – what was I thinking?

“After you moved out, things got a little lackluster. We realized how much we liked knowing someone was watching us. I guess we were what you call exhibitionists. That extra spark just wasn’t there anymore. That’s bursa escort bayan when your father suggested we go to a sex club.”

I became aware that I was still staring at my father’s big cock, dangling like a fleshy pendulum as he got fucked. I blinked and came up, only to be confronted, once again, by my mom’s fantastic breasts. Would mine ever be that big? Maybe when I got older and put on a few pounds? I wouldn’t mind that at all.

It was all I could do not to lean in and take one of those big, dark nipples into my mouth. They were so inviting. Yes, I had seen my parents having sex, but I never got any details. It was always dark, and it was just impressions and sounds more than anything else. Naked bodies, on the bed, movement, the slap of flesh on flesh, someone sucking something, mom moaning, dad growling as he came. Nothing distinct, no specific particulars.

But now, in the light of day, right in front of me, it was all there. Mom’s tits, her phat ass, her tanned skin. Dad’s bare butt, his big, flaccid cock, his face making that expression of sweet agony. This was the real thing. I’d spied on my parents having sex, but this was like nothing I’d seen before. And Mom was right, it was what I always wanted.

I hated to admit it to myself, after suppressing it for all these years. There was no denying that half my masturbation sessions revolved around fantasies of those times when I used to sneak out of my bed, tiptoe down the hall, and peek into their bedroom. I was rarely disappointed – it was like they had sex almost every night. Or maybe they somehow knew when I was there and only went at it for my benefit. Either way, it was enough to capture my imagination and make a permanent impression on me.

And now this. Was I going to take advantage of this? Or was I going to let my inhibitions and embarrassment win out over my twisted teen fantasies? I felt myself falling forward. And just like that, my mouth was on my mom’s tit. Before I could jump away, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me into her pillowy softness.

“That’s my girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. That’s right, take all you want, baby. Suck mommy’s titty, there you go.” She talked to me like I was a baby, and it gave me tingles all over my body. It was exactly what I wanted to hear from her.

“Mom, I’m…” I went back for more, I couldn’t get enough. “I’m sorry…I…never…”

“Shh, sh, sh,” she cooed, patting my head lovingly. I was very aware of the movement of her body, that she was still fucking my father’s ass. I looked down and could see the strap-on penetrating his asshole. He was stretched tight, but the well-lubed phallus plunged in and out without much resistance at all. They’d done something like this before.

“I knew it was wrong,” I went on, feeling like I had to clear my conscience. “I’m sorry I did that. I shouldn’t have spied on you guys. It was a violation, and…I couldn’t help it…it made me crazy knowing you two were there in the next room fucking…and I just had to see it…I’m so sorry…”

“Now, now,” she tilted my head back to her chest. I latched onto one of those monster nips of hers and suckled gratefully. “No need to be sorry. You were as much a part of our sex life as anything. Not as much as I’d like, but it was good enough for me.”

“Not as much as you’d like?”

“Your brother was bold enough to come into our room one night,” my father told me, even as he was getting pegged hard. “He stood right next to our bed beating off like a banshee. He ended up cumming all over your mother’s back. That was a bit of a shocker, wasn’t it, honey?”

“What a night that was! How exciting. It was like everything was right out in the open. No one was hiding or pretending. We were horny, and Parker was horny, and we were all just horny together. I wanted him to stay and fuck me, but as soon as he came he ran off. I was disappointed, but I came like a virgin on my wedding night.”

I wasn’t sure that tracked, but I got the idea. “And Trudy?”

“Your sister wasn’t as brave as your brother,” my dad explained, following that with a grunt of pleasure, or maybe pain.

“She was the first of you three to spy on us. We could sometimes hear her panting out in the hallway. Just the thought of her watching us and masturbating was enough for me. I was tempted to invite her in, but I could never bring myself to go through with it.”

“And me?”

“You were a bit different. We called you old faithful.”

“Huh?”

“Because you were there just about every night,” Dad said, then began pushing back into Mom’s forceful thrusts.

“It was much better when we knew you were watching. It made me cum so hard knowing you were at our door touching yourself as you spied on us. Well, you were there, you heard the noises I would make.”

“I liked how you didn’t try to hide like your sister did. You stood right there in the doorway and watched us. Such a brazen little hussy.”

My pussy escort bursa was wet as fuck, I noticed. Something was going to have to happen soon, but I was afraid of what that might be…and what it would mean. Not only what it would mean about my parents, but what it would mean about me. Was I really that much of a pervert?

“I…I didn’t think you’d see me…because of the dark…and you two being so into having sex and everything.”

“Oh, we could see you, dear,” My mom lifted one of her tits and licked her own nipple, inviting me to join her with a look. I couldn’t resist. The two of us licked her nipple together, our tongues rubbing against one another around her soft, smooth areola. “We could see your reflection in the mirror – the big one on my dresser. You were so cute, all naked and touching yourself.”

“I liked the noises you made,.,” I acknowledged, remembering back to those insanely erotic nights listening to my mom have one orgasm after another. It was the kind of sex I still strived for today. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me be a part of that. I wanted to be in there with you. I wanted to touch you, both of you. I wanted to know what it was like, what it felt like.” I grabbed my mom’s tit and sucked in as much of it as I could. I may never get a chance like this again.

“Oh, sweetie, if you only knew. I wanted you to be bold enough to come into our room and get into the bed with us. I dreamed about you sucking on my titties, just like you are now. I wanted you to lick my pussy, and watch you suck your father’s cock.”

“Seriously?” I never even considered that my parents could be this kinky. But nothing seemed to be off the table at this point.

“More than you know. Now take your clothes off and let your father see your pussy. He’s been dying to see it for real.”

I began unbuttoning my shirt without even thinking of the consequences. But something struck me weird. “For real?”

“Oh, well, I mean in the flesh, and not just on video.”

“Video?” I slipped off my top and quickly undid my bra.

“Okay, yeah, so…we figured out that you were snooping around in our bedroom, which was a bit of a turn-on, I have to admit. We decided to make sure there was something good for you to find. That’s why those dirty magazines showed up under our mattress. Remember?

Boy, did I? I remember the day I stumbled on that treasure trove. I thought those magazines were just for men, but when I found a couple of Playgirl magazines hidden under my mom’s side of the mattress, it was something special. I was finally able to get my first look at a cock…a whole lot of cocks! Sure, by then I was old enough to buy those magazines for myself, but I could never bring myself to ask a clerk at the store for one…especially not a male clerk.

Under the mattress on my father’s side, I found a Playboy and a Hustler – opposite ends of the spectrum. Women…naked women…showing off their tits, and spreading their legs open. It was a whole new world for me. A whole new landscape of sex, and genitalia, and pubic hair, and butts, and everything. It set my world on fire. Nothing was ever the same after that.

“So, that’s when I got the idea,” my mom went on, reaching out and brushing her fingertips lovingly over my comparatively small breasts. “Your father rigged up a hidden camera, and we saw you coming into our room and poking around.”

“You had me on camera?” I wanted to be offended, but I really couldn’t. It was their bedroom, after all. I was the intruder. “And you saw…”

“We saw everything you did, sweetheart. How you’d sneak in while we were out, and go straight for the magazines. How you’d get all naked and lie down on our bed. You looked so sweet humping my pillow as you flipped through the pages. Dad loved it when you’d finally roll over, spread your legs, and finger yourself like crazy.”

“I…but…and you…” I was well past embarrassed, and into full emotional collapse.

“Your father couldn’t get enough of those videos. I can’t tell you how many times I caught him watching them and jerking off. Of course, he might have caught me a time or two, I must admit. You were such a little sex machine.”

“You both watched me masturbate?” I said, stunned.

“Still do,” Mom said, almost sounding proud of it. “In fact, we watched them all again a couple of days ago, just before we left for this trip. I love the one where you play with your asshole while you’re humping. Dad likes how you would kiss the pictures just before you came. So adorable.”

“I…I can’t believe…”

“Oh, don’t make a fuss about it,” she chided me, slapping one of her own tits as she did. “We all masturbate. You watched us, and we watched you. We got off seeing you naked, just like you got off seeing us.” She started fucking a little faster. “Now get those pants off and let your father have a good look at that darling little pussy of yours. The video wasn’t very good quality, and he’s always wanted a nice, up-close look at you.”

“Dad? Do you really want to see my pussy?” It was a stupid question, but I wanted to hear him say it. I know it sounds crazy, but I needed to hear it from him.

“I…I do, baby. I’ve wanted to for so long. I want to see it…and smell it…and…”

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