Chapter 2: An Attitude Adjustment

One night, a couple of months after celebrating my sixteenth birthday, I returned home early from a party. The people were supposed to be a fun group but after I got there it turned out to be a boring evening with a bunch of weirdos I didn’t know standing around smoking and drinking - neither of which I partake nor did I enjoy being around such people. The guy who brought me was pretty hot and it was our first “date”. Unfortunately the jerk soon became so drunk I didn’t even want to suck him, let alone allow him to fuck me so in disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home. Like if I wasn’t going to get laid, what was the sense in staying? I suppose I could’ve easily matched up with someone else but the whole scene just had me so turned off.

Walking through the front door I didn’t see my parents in the kitchen nor did I hear the TV blaring down in the basement so I assumed they must’ve gone out for the evening. Checking the kitchen table, there wasn’t a note or anything which didn’t surprise me since I wasn’t supposed to be home until late and they probably figured they’d be back before then. If anything, their complaint usually was my getting home too late, not too early! They also both knew I’d had my eye on the guy who had taken me to the party for quite a while and was horny for him so in their defense the odds of me being home early were pretty low. Yeah, so much for those odds...

Kicking off my heels, it felt SOOO good to be barefoot. With my heels in one hand, purse in the other, I slowly made my way up the stairs to the second floor. As always the old stairs creaked and groaned but instead of avoiding the bad spots (I had them all mapped out in my head) like I would if I was coming in late, if anything I stepped squarely on them just in case my parents WERE home. While they always shut the door when they were having sex, knowing I wasn’t home they might have been careless and even though I was sixteen I still had never seen them having sex. Popping in them unexpectedly just didn’t seem polite. I figured if they wanted me to see, they would leave the door open when I was home.

Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also dark and empty which only confirmed my theory regarding their whereabouts. Entering my own bedroom, I was just about to turn on the overhead light when I heard something from outside my open bedroom window. It was just cracked open for some fresh air but still enough to let the sound in unimpeded.

Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooked the back deck which included a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I couldn’t believe my eyes - my parents WERE home! Not only were they home, the two of them were in the hot tub which in and of itself wasn’t unusual as we definitely got our money’s worth from it. What WAS surprising was they were going at it like two horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say, both were completely naked with my dad seated on the edge while my mom was mostly underwater except for her head and shoulders which were between his spread-open legs as she sucked his stiff cock!

Granted, it wasn’t the first time by any means I’d seen my dad with an erection but it WAS the first time I saw my mom (or anyone for that matter) sucking my dad’s dick. As I mentioned, while my parents may have been forthcoming with many things, they considered making love something reserved for their own time together. I was taught as a young child when their bedroom door was closed, it meant I wasn’t to come in or even knock unless the house was burning. Instinctively I started to turn away but something drew me closer to the window. I mean like technically they weren’t in their bedroom so it wasn’t like I was violating the “don’t open the door” rule.

Being careful so I couldn’t be seen, I watching intently. Damn Mom! I smiled to myself as my mom was demonstrating some pretty awesome cock-sucking skills. Her face was buried in my dad’s wet crotch and she was taking ALL of his stiff cock in her mouth. From the look on my dad’s face he was enjoying it immensely! Then again, what guy doesn’t love his cock sucked? Well, none I’d met so far, that was for sure. My dad’s hands were on my mom’s head, pulling her into him, forcing himself even deeper down her throat. Granted, my dad would never qualify for the starring role in a porn film, but he wasn’t diminutive either. Before I could catch myself a thought ran through my head ... yeah I could take him! It was more just out of habit, something I usually considered whenever I saw a man’s erect dick, apparently even my dad’s.

Still, just having such a nasty thought made me feel guilty enough to turn away out of respect for their privacy. As I keep saying, my parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for just between the two of them. The only problem was I couldn’t help myself - something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them. It was like I was hypnotized, my body reacting on its own without me having any control. As if in a trance as I turned back to the window and looked down at my parents. In the brief moment I’d turned away my mom had moved to a doggie position with her hands on the edge and her bare wet butt facing my dad as he moved up towards her. Similar to my reaction to seeing my dad’s dick, my first thought was to evaluate her bottom and damn, not bad for a mom! Sure I’d seen her bare but before but not like this - flaunting herself and offering herself to my dad. I barely blinked as I stared at the erotic scene being played out below me. My lips were dry so I licked them as my hands seemed to find their way to my boobs without me even thinking about it. For the first time I watched my father’s erection enter my mom as he swiftly pressed forward to bury himself inside of her. Oh yeah, my dad was fucking my mom! OMG, for the very first time in my sixteen years I watched as my parents had sex.

To be sure, it wasn’t like this was the first time I’d seen two people having sex and I don’t mean porn. Many of the parties I frequented often involved somebody doing it one way or another. This was totally different though as I wasn’t watching two of my friends or even two strangers going at it. This was my own mother and father! Even though I knew I should feel guilty spying on them like this, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. How often had I heard them doing it through the wall between our bedrooms yet this was the first time I was getting to actually see what was happening when I heard those moans and groans. Yep, no imagination required tonight!

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to push aside her matted wet pubic hair - she only trimmed enough to not poke out from her bikini. Watching him approach her I just stared, afraid if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom used her hand to skillfully guide my dad’s erection into her wet hairy pussy. I drew in a sharp breath as for the only the second time in my life I actually could see my father’s dick penetrate my mother. She threw her head back and arched her back, causing her large boobs to tighten and lift as he thrust himself deep inside her. The way she was moaning I was surprised the neighbors couldn’t hear her as well. Who knows, maybe they did! And to think they both had commented on me being too loud when I was having sex with a boy in the tub.

Speaking of pussies ... there was a growing sensation in my own as I imagined how my mom’s must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry pussy being filled by her lover’s swollen cock. It didn’t matter whose dick it was, even my dad’s, I just imagined it was in me and that’s what counted. As horny as I was I still didn’t start masturbating but just watched intently, frozen in place as my dad fucked my mom over and over. Wow, and to think I figured old people like my parents just used the missionary position. The more I watched the more I realized I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment, and even a bit of embarrassment, my pussy was getting wetter by the second while my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn’t help either I hadn’t been fucked earlier at the party the way I’d hoped and expected to be. Stupid guy! What an idiot! I wondered if he had any idea how horny I’d been tonight when he picked me up and how badly I’d wanted him to fuck me? Like the slutty dress I wore without a bra wasn’t enough of a hint? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness that had been building up in me during the course of the evening to the surface, and then some.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me like a semi-truck. It was as if in the blink of an eye something just clicked, like a sexual spotlight had just revealed what until now had laid dormant all my life. Whatever it was, suddenly it turned on and like a vision allowed me to see what had always been around me. It was like Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz ... it had been there all along but I hadn’t realized it. OMG, I couldn’t believe it ... was it even possible? Like holy smokes, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual attraction to my own parents! To be sure there had been times I might get a bit horny seeing my dad jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all over himself. C’mon, I AM human and seeing him would remind me of being laid by my boyfriend more so than being turned on seeing my dad jerking off - or so I thought at the time. Then again, was I just rationalizing so I didn’t have to deal with my true feelings? Masturbating with your mother may be a great way to spend an evening, but it’s not like we even touched each other - or even mentioned doing so. We simply enjoyed it. Maybe my enjoyment had its roots deeper than I’d been willing to admit.

My mind churned as the pieces to an erotic puzzle began to fall into place one by one, gradually revealing the hidden picture. Thoughts came to mind of how in the past couple of years my dad had been getting erect more and more often when he saw me nude or playing with myself. Until now I’d been appreciative (and a little amused to be honest) that he could be turned on by me when I was so sure deep down it meant nothing more to him then when he would get horny watching some anonymous slut in a dirty video. I’d always been so sure it couldn’t have been ME, his own daughter, making him so hard, it HAD to be the other girl, right? In a way, I guess you could say I’d always considered myself a facilitator, not a participant, of my dad’s sexual fantasies. While some people may accuse me of being terribly naive, in all fairness why wouldn’t I believe so? Other than those starring in porn movies and stories, what loving father wants to have sex his daughter? Even more so, what decent, moral daughter would touch herself thinking of sex with her own father - like I was now! Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized I was feeling something entirely new for me, something I’d never even fantasized about let alone hoped would come true. It was a little unsettling even as for the first time in my life I was being turned on watching a dick that didn’t belong to a boyfriend or some guy making a move on me.

For the first time I was thinking about my DAD’S cock fucking me!

It’s really hard to describe my feelings at this point. It wasn’t the funny knot I feel in in the pit of my stomach when I first see a boy’s nice dick all nice and rigid for me ... wanting it so badly I could scream. No, this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Until tonight sex was something I did to please just one person - ME. The only time I ever sucked a dick or let a guy fuck me was when there was something in it for ME. OK, so I was selfish but since I was the one with the pussy I got to make the rules. But now, for the first time in my life, I wanted to have sex so I could please someone else. For the first time I didn’t want to pretend to submit to someone just to make it fun for me, but rather because I wanted to give myself totally and completely to someone else.

Yes, as hard as it was to admit it, I wanted to give myself to my father! Totally and completely.

Oh my god! Did I really want my dad to do the same thing to me that he was doing for my mother? Just as he was showed my mother his love for her as a husband, Did I really want him to show his love for me as my father in this most intimate of ways? The answer was like God revealing himself to Moses. YES! More than anything else I wanted to please my father in the same way I could tell my mother was pleasing him - eve better. I wanted to be the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his most basic human needs and base desires as I knew only I could do, as only a daughter could do for her father. OMG, suddenly the word “incest” ran through my thoughts like a blazing neon sign but I quickly dismissed it. This wasn’t the plot of some porn story or video, this was real life and real emotions. The label didn’t matter.