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I never confessed this to anyone. Not my husband. Not my shrink. Not even my best friend. And yet I confessed it to him. A complete stranger. His reddit user account was full of incest erotica. Somehow he tempted me into opening up. Confessing that which I had kept secret ever since that night.

Lots of people end up hearing their parents have sex. Most of them recoil in disgust. A few listen in curiosity. Even fewer get turned on. And even fewer end up with a crush on them. I was one of those very very select few. That’s right. My secret fantasy, my taboo desire, my ultimate craving was to walk in on my parents fucking and join them.

It was an accident. It was my last summer before school. I had said goodbye to my friends, and we decided to take one last trip as a family before I went into the world on my own. We rented a cabin in the woods of Vermont and settled in. The first few nights were uneventful as they can be. And then .. the night that changed my life.

I had fallen asleep early, tired from a day of hiking and adventuring in the majestic landscape. I woke up all of a sudden. Thirsty. I rolled around in the warm cozy bed, trying to find out if I could will myself back to sleep, or if I really had to go all the way to the kitchen. And as I regained my consciousness, I heard.

The walls were as thin as they could be and the rooms were adjacent. It was almost as good as being right then and there. I heard them laugh. I heard a deep sigh. And a moan. As I zoned in on the noises, I quickly figured what was happening. The bed was creaking. The headboard thumping. My mom was moaning, my dad grunting. They were fucking.

By that point I was not a virgin, I knew what sex was quite well in fact. But I had never really connected the dots: my parents fuck. At first I was embarrassed. Then curious. Then intrigued. It sounded like they were having a great time.

I could hear my mom panting, moaning. I could almost hear the sound of her wetness. Or maybe I made that up in my head. I imagined her naked body. I imagined her cheeks flush with desire. I imagined her curves. I imagined my dad cupping her breasts. I heard him call her a “good girl”. I won’t lie. That sent a shiver down my spine. I felt a tingle. Without even so much as a conscious realization, my hand slid down my panties. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to be dad‘s good girl.

I imagined his muscles. His hips thrusting. I imagined his body moving on top of hers, his sweaty back, his legs. “dad” I moaned under my breath.

I was so soaking wet. All my thirst forgotten. All the water in my body turning into thick juices between my legs. I was furiously rubbing my clitoris. Mom’s panting was louder. I could hear them kiss. “Make me cum” she begged. “I’ll fucking pound you” he told her. And pound he did. I heard the bed creaking, squeaking. “Be quiet, you’ll wake Nina” I heard her. “She was out like a fiddle” he retorted and didn’t slow down a bit. “Fuck fuck you fuck me so good” she chanted, all her worries gone. She was free to moan, to beg, to sing her pleasure to the heavens

“Good girl cum for daddy” he told her, and with a deep loud sigh, she came. And I with her. “dad fuck” I moaned myself, before shoving my fingers as deep inside me as they would go.

It felt dirty. It felt wrong. But it also felt good. I was in love. I wanted them. I left a few weeks later to go to school. But every time I was home, every summer, every break, I at all times caught myself hoping to hear them again. I caught myself hoping to see my mother’s breasts, my dad‘s cock, hoping to get a feel of their bodies. Hoping to turn them on like they turned me on. Hoping to be invited in their bedroom. To join their pleasure.

To this day, it never happened. But I continue to dream. And alongside my Reddit stranger friend, I continue to imagine what it would feel like.

NSFW: yes

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