Mia owned her house free and clear thanks to her last divorce, well more accurately thanks to having a great attorney. The house sat back into the woods on a half acre of property in Northern Virginia, the basement having been converted into an in-law suite for her aged mother and father. She had no children, no boyfriend, just herself and her parents to take care of nowadays. Her father, Jack, was 69 and a retired aerospace engineer and her mother Doris was 66 and a housewife. They had moved in with Mia six months ago when they needed a place to live and neither her brother in California nor her sister in Michigan would take them in, nope they both said, not with us, we don't have the time to take care of mom and dad, besides you know what a disciplinarian dad is, so there is no way we want him in our house!
Mia didn't blame them, it was true, her father had raised his three siblings with a heavy hand and the credo of 'discipline early makes one a good citizen.' Mia had always thought it should have been 'no good deed goes unpunished' but she certainly had never brought that up to her father, no that would have been like committing suicide. She still remembered the whipping she had taken when she was 18, an adult she thought, but not her father... when she came home two hours late from her date he had taken her over his knees and, skirt up and panties down, whipped her butt cherry red all the while saying, 'you live in my house you'll do as I say.' Now here they were, thirty years later, depending on her for food and shelter.
On most days Mia enjoyed have them around if for nothing else but company but there were those occasions that she hated coming home. Three weeks ago she had been out for drinks after work and come home around nine and just a tad bit sloshed and her father had berated her for hours about being a drunk. He mother wasn't any help either just docilely sitting on the couch smiling while her father ranted and raved. He finally stopped when she went into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Before they had moved in with her Mia had thought that old age had probably mellowed her father but she found out that wasn't the case either one Sunday. The three of them had planned on attending church, her father and mother dressing up like people did in the fifties, her father in a suit and tie and her mother in a very conservative dress. Mia had worn a simple blouse and skirt and when she walked into the living room her father had blasted her for the way she was dressed.
"My God, we're going to church and you're dressed like that?"
"What do you mean 'like that' daddy? I have on a nice skirt and blouse, what's wrong?"
"You're going into the house of God dressed like a... a slut."
"DADDY! I can't believe you said that to me, your own daughter. I'm dressed just fine especially when you see how some people go to church today. Besides I don't think that God cares one way or the other how I'm dressed." Her mother, for the first time in recent memory, came to her defense.
"Oh Jack; leave the girl alone, she's fine. Besides children today don't do like we did all those years ago."
My father spun around and glared at my mother but he didn't say anything. We went to church and two hours later arrived back home my father having been mute ever since our earlier argument. Once we were home I went and changed clothes, putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while mom and dad retreated to their suite in the basement. Thinking about what to have for dinner I looked around the kitchen and realized that I needed to restock groceries so I grabbed my purse and yelled down the stairs to my parents that I was going grocery shopping.
"Mom, dad? I need to go out for groceries anything you two want?" My father didn't answer but mom did.
"Would you pick me up some toothpaste honey?"
"Sure mom, I'll be back in an hour or so." I went out the door and was halfway to the shopping center when I realized that I hadn't taken this purse to church, that I had taken my brown leather purse and inside that purse was my wallet and credit cards. Damn I thought as I turned the car around and head back to the house. I parked in the driveway and ran up the steps and into the house. As I was walking back to my bedroom I heard my parents arguing in the basement.
"How could you? How could you Doris, you made a complete fool out of me in front of my own daughter? Well... ?"
"Jack I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"Don't Doris. Just stop right there. Don't give me that crap about how sorry you are. I would have thought that in almost fifty years of marriage you would have figured out that you never, NEVER, interfere with my discipline."
"Honey... it's just that she was dressed so nice and..."
"She, she, she. Christ Doris I should have taken her over my knee right then and whipped her butt, dressed like some kind of a whore and as for you... well you know what to do, don't you? Assume the position"
"Please Jack, not now, not again. I'm still sore from the last time."
I heard a slap and then whining and a rustling of clothes. Worried that my father's legendary temper had gotten away from him and that he was actually abusing my mother I eased down the stairs, ready to step in and help mother but when I got to the bottom of the steps and peeked around the corner you could have knocked me over with a feather.
My mother had taken off her dress and bra and was standing in the center of the room in nothing but her panties. My father was taking off his pants, his coat having long ago disappeared. He pulled off his pants and underwear and I saw that he was hard, his cock standing straight out from his gray pubic hair. He sat down on the couch and mother came over to him and lay across his lap like a little girl.
"Alright little girl, you've been very bad, now pull down your panties it's time for your spanking."
My mother looked over her shoulder, "Oh no daddy, please don't make me do this, I'll be good, I promise."
"Nope, it's too late for that, now pull down your panties or I'll make it even harder on you."
"Alright, but don't hurt me daddy, please."
My mother pulled down her panties and my father started spanking her. Hard at first but then more gently, my mother was crying but I wasn't sure how much of it was real tears and how much was play acting. When my father stopped spanking her he began caressing her butt cheeks and then his hand wandered down between her legs and I knew he was rubbing her pussy.
"Are you ready little girl, for the rest of your lesson?"
"Yes daddy, I'm ready."
I knew that this was nothing more than foreplay after their argument and I should have given them their privacy but I couldn't take my eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of me. Mother got up off of daddy's lap and walked around to the back of the couch. Mother had been a very nice looking woman when she was younger but now age and time had caught up with her. Her breasts, the ones I remember standing out proudly when she was younger now hung down onto her chest. Her hips had widened and she was carrying probably twenty pounds more than she needed. When she got to the back of the couch she threw one leg up on the top then lay over the top herself, her pussy exposed for my father. He walked up behind her and shoved two fingers into what I now realized was a very wet pussy.
"Are you ready for me little girl?"
"Yes daddy, I'm ready."
"What do you want me to do to you?"
"I want you to fuck me daddy."
"With your big fat cock. I want your cock in my pussy daddy."
I was amazed, not so much as to what was happening but because foul language was never allowed in our home and here was my mother and father talking like sailors in a bar. I stood there and watched as my father sunk his cock into my mother's pussy and began fucking her over the back of the couch. Daddy was grunting and mother was moaning with every thrust of his cock until he finally came.
"Uh... Uhhhh fuck Doris, I'mmmm ccuuuummmmiiinnnggggggg!" My father yelled out.
"Meeee toooooooooooooo!!!" Mother cried.
My mother just laid there still while daddy caught his breath. It did cross my mind that if they had heart attacks in that position it would take a hell of an explanation to the EMT's. Finally daddy pulled his shriveled cock out from my mother and stood back against the wall.
"Come over here little girl and finish your job."
Mother pulled herself up from the couch and went over to my father and got down onto her knees and licked and sucked the cum off of his cock. My God what an amazing sex life they still had! I was about to leave when my mother said.
"You were thinking about Mia again, weren't you Jack?"
"No... no I wasn't."
I know you Jack and I know what you have always wanted. I still remember when she was just eight years old and you had her over your lap, her panties around her ankles and you spanking her little butt and looking at her hairless pussy. You were so damn hard then, I knew what you wanted. When you sent her to her room and came and got me you were as hard as you had ever been and we made love for hours but I knew it wasn't me you were fucking, it was Mia."
"Bullshit Doris, bullshit! Just because your father fucked you for years doesn't mean that I want to screw my own daughter."
"You can lie if you want to Jack but I know. I was watching you from the hallway that night when Mia was 18 and came home late. She was an adult Jack, an adult when you made her take down her panties and I saw that look in your eyes. I saw you looking at her 18 year old pussy while you beat her ass and I saw you caressing her when you were finished. I don't think she even realized that you were touching her, there, but I did. You played with her pussy, remember. Do you remember taking you finger from her and sucking off her juices? I do."
I couldn't listen to any more of this degenerate family history; it was just too much to comprehend at once. I eased back up the stairs and out of the house. I went to the store but I spent the first half an hour drinking coffee at the Starbucks and thinking about what I had heard. My mother had been molested by her father. My own father's lust for me. I didn't remember anything about the spanking when I was eight of course but I sure as the hell remembered the one when I was eighteen. I knew he was touching my pussy and although I never said anything about it I remembered enjoying the divergence of the discipline, first the spanking — it hurt but in a good way, then the caressing, the touching of my pussy. I was so wet when he finished that I ran to my room and masturbated until I came, again and again and again.
On the drive back home I thought back on my two failed marriages. Neither of my husbands were anything but 'normal' in their sexual lives. They didn't like to play act nor did they want to do much more than get into bed, hop into the missionary position, and make love. I though back and remember trying to get my first husband to spank me but he had refused. Why had I done that? Then it dawned on me, I was trying to recreate what my father had done to me when I was eighteen. Swell, now what?