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There’s a lot to distribute about what happened next one that Summer.

Unfortunately for me temperatures were getting back to the Summer average so I didn’t have to sleep in their bedroom anymore. It made me so upset whenever I heard dad closing and then locking the door once they’d retreat to their fuck nest at the usual time. Rationally I just knew that was the exact same thing they have all the time done, but it felt like they were intentionally trying to toy with me. I still didn’t have any plans for leaving at that point, I just hoped for a chance to watch them again. My brother decided to move with some friends of his, dad gave him one of his bear hugs saying the house was all the time open for him, Mum said how much she’d miss her youngest. Having witnessed the sort of thing they’d say to each other in private I thought if they didn’t cheer about having one less chance of interruption. I just loved watching them be doting, wholesome parents knowing when they were alone they’d unleash their true depraved nature on each other.

Before leaving he actually told me about how very soon before I got home that Summer he walked into Mum and dad fucking in the kitchen. He wanted to get a glass of water and they surely expected him to be locked away in his bedroom like he usually did, so they weren’t holding back. He had an interrupted view of Mum sitting on the kitchen island, her legs wrapped around dad’s ass as he pounded her away with abandon. Mum let out a yelp which alerted dad, whose surprise quickly turned into anger. He scolded my brother and just told him to go back to his room, no water for him. He kept going on and on about how disgusting that was as I shifted my thighs against each other, hiding how horny I was with an exaggerated grossed out reaction. I had to feign shock at how much of a dick dad was to him when by then I knew full well how relentless he was about having his way with Mum and how he’d let nothing get in the way of that. Even if I did feel a bit of second hand shame for being on the receiving end of dad’s scolding I couldn’t even blame him. If I had what they both have with a partner I’d never be able to think about anything other than being fucked silly. I thought how they juggled the feelings of affection for their loved ones with the resentment whenever those same people were unintentionally cockblocking them. Maybe that’s why dad would get so impatient when the in-laws couldn’t take the hint and just leave. I had all the time been obedient to a fault so my parents never had to worry about me, I just knew that at a certain point during night time everyone had to be at their rooms, outside of an emergency obviously. Once dad gave my brother these cool looking headphones, hyping them up by telling him how cool it was that he could listen to music even right before bed without worrying about bothering everyone else’s sleep. Now I knew the real reason dad was excited about it.

As much as I grieved that brief stay in their bedroom I was now filled with resolve due to my new mission: Wait for them to have sex in the common areas of the house and watch it without being spoted. There was no pretending to be asleep this time, I was no longer a passive participant who just luckily waltzed into it, I had to work for it now, and the stakes were much higher. Not only could I very well get caught by them but first and foremost I had to admit to myself that something inside of me changed, there was no going back to being oblivious to Mum and dad’s primal rutting. Days and nights went by and I realized it was going to be much harder than I wondered. I had already heard them talking about how they prefered their own bed to get nasty, they even got me sleeping on the floor after a single night of fucking on it. I needed to come up with something. It was simple and maybe a little stupid, but I decided to tell them I was going to spend the night at some AirBnb that one of my old friends from college got for a fancy sleepover party. I’m far from being social so the set up made sense and was believable. I even did the whole routine of not being sure if I should even go. They were excited for me to be out and enjoy my youth, they kept telling how fun it was going to be. I don’t doubt they felt that way for real, but maybe they just wanted the house for themselves, even if just for a night. You probably guessed, but the kicker was that I wasn’t leaving the house. I waited for a day where they were both out at the gym so I’d message them letting them know I left while they were gone. I kept thinking how I would eventually out myself and then what reasonably enough excuses would I give them.

Can’t even tell you how long it took for them to get home, but after what felt like an eternity they were there. I was in the hallway, close to my bedroom door so I could hear them downstairs but still could not see them. They were having a very typical chat. I could tell they brought some food, I guess they didn’t want to waste time cooking that night. Finally their conversation became more flirty. Mom’s laugh was getting sluttier too and their voices louder, they realized they didn’t need to keep the volume down. I heard steps, they were moving towards the living room and finally opened the door leading to the backyard. There was a moment there they could have easily seen me had they just looked at the stairs. I went into my room now, keeping the lights out made me hard to spot, which allowed me to just enjoy the view from my window. dad’s hand remained firmly grabbing Mum’s ass. His other hand held a glass of wine. Our backyard wasn’t too big, it had a big tree right at the center, some plants across the walls and that was it. Over the years we had swings, forts and the like, now it was empty. They were still in their work out clothes, they definitely told each other not to shower so they could still be sweaty once they got home.
Mum had her back leaning on the tree, with dad in front of her, possessively holding her waist. He nodded his head, like to say “go on” and so she began to remove her top. dad took his glass of wine and poured what was left on her cleavage. She moaned as he began to lick and suck the wine that had now mixed with her sweat. dad threw the glass on the nearest wall, Mum giggled like the slut she gladly turned into for him, asking if he wanted her to clean that up later. He chuckled and said that no, he was going to ask me to pick some of the leaves on the ground. He said I was bright and would discover the glass on my own and clean it up. He began to lower himself as he said Mum was busy and had better things to do. She caressed his hair as he began to put her shorts and then underwear down. Mum’s moans made it very clear she was loving the way dad was eating her out. His gigantic hands grabbed her wide hips as she began to grind on his face. She started to give a warning in between those obscenes sounds she was making, surely to tell dad she was about to cum. I wondered they couldn’t shock me anymore, but they did. Mum was pissing all over dad’s face, at times he would even open his mouth and then spit it out. It wasn’t squirting, at all, dad was on the receiving end of a golden shower. He got up, they shared their deep loving kisses and began to move back inside. I could hear dad asking Mum if I would be able to smell her piss while cleaning tomorrow.

I left my room and stayed by the stairs, they remained close enough to the backyard door that I could see them, I just had to be very quick if they looked my way. dad’s shirt was unbuttoned, drenched in Mum’s piss. He had his hand on her shoulder as she was the one to lower herself to him this time. She got his trousers down as she began to make out with dad’s cock through his underwear while he kept a large hand resting on her head. He was rock hard. Didn’t take long for the underwear to get out of the way, Mum made an exaggerated motion like she had to move back slightly not to be slapped by his dick, which got a good chuckle from dad. He wasn’t about to fuck her face, instead he took his hand and held his thick cock, like men do when they’re about to take a piss while his other hand was on top on Mum’s head, putting her exactly where he wanted to . He began pissing, right inside Mum’s mouth. dad told her to drink it all up as he didn’t want to see a single drop falling on the floor, all she could do was swallow all of it. I didn’t think she was going to manage it, but she did, although she coughed a little afterwards. dad chuckled, calling her a good girl as he played with her hair.

I walked back into my room as I noticed they were about to climb the stairs. Their giggles kept getting closer, and so did the smell. dad kept saying “c’mon” a couple of times. There was no way they were gonna enter my room, but I wasn’t taking any chances, hiding quickly inside the wardrobe. My face burnt as I saw the partially open door swing open rather forcefully as the smell of sweat, piss and wine filled the room. The shutters on the door allowed me to see the action, as long as they didn’t have the same idea as me I should be fine. Whatever piece of clothing they still had on fell on the floor. They were heavily making out at this point, taking brief moments to take some air as dad asked Mum if she missed my room, she moaned like a cheap slut, probably her way of saying yes. Holy shit, they fucked in my bedroom before, I couldn’t help but feel anger and shame, but if anything it only made my arousal even more intense. dad positioned Mum to lay her on her stomach, on my bed, while her feet still touched the floor. She had a brief moment where she snapped, saying it was wrong to make a mess when they were already so dirty, dad reassured her that he would change it once he emptied himself on her ass. They were doing it again, going back and forth between the parents I have all the time known to the freaks they kept hidden from me. I just wanted them to keep doing it.

From the position I was in all I could see was dad’s broad back and Mum’s legs. He kneeled so his face was right in front of her ass. He spread it roughly with ease, her ass might be big but dad’s hands are large enough to take care of it. He spat inside her shithole and gave it a wet kiss. He got up and moved slightly to the side, it’s almost as if he knew I was there and wanted me to see what he was about to do. He slapped her ass and began to finger it. First one then two fingers prodding at her while his other hand was firmly on the small of her back, as if she needed another reminder he was in control. I winced as I saw that, I could barely imagine being able to take just one of dad’s thick fingers up the ass. Judging by her moans and the way she moved her hips to fuck herself deeper into his fingers Mum was loving it. He got up on the bed and manhandled her so she was now laying vertically, her face close to my pillows. dad chuckled as he smacked her ass and Mum yelped. It was taking everything in me to watch my rhythm so I wouldn’t cum, but there was still so much to happen that night.

dad spread one of Mum’s cheeks while his other hand held his dick. He took aim and began to piss directly into her ass! I think I actually gasped out loud, but luckily they were too horny to notice. Mum tried to protest, once again bringing up the mess they were making, dad shooshed her reassuringly as he just rammed his cock up her ass and she screamed in pleasure. I almost came right there, the way dad had her going from concerned mother to shrieking ass slut so effortlessly was a sight to behold. I was impressed at how intense their anal fucking was, he was really giving it to her and she was taking it like a pro. They were absolutely drenched in sweat now, dad was gasping for air and Mum was screaming from the top of her lungs, she tried to say something but dad had no mercy, she could talk once he finished ruining her asshole. The sound of their skin slapping seemed harder this time, it was maybe the harder I had seen them fuck, and that’s saying something. dad pushed Mum so he could lay on top of her and desperately tried to ram his cock deeper and deeper until he gave one last thrust. Mum screamed, dad roared and I came right at the same time as the both of them.

While breathing heavily they kissed and then cuddled on my bed, which was now a mess of their shared sweat and dad’s piss and cum. I never got around bringing a date home, the fact they claimed my bed as one of their fucking spots before I ever could made my face burn once again. Soon they fell asleep, dad the big spoon and Mum the small spoon. If only I ignored the filth of their own making they were laying in and the obscene things they did that created said filth it was adorable. dad woke up first, giving her a gentle kiss on the shoulder as he guided her into waking up. Mum once again said they couldn’t leave the room like that. In a voice just as gentle dad said he was going to take care of it. Mum got up, saying she was going to take a shower while dad began to take off all the dirty sheets and pillow cases. He then left and got back with new ones. dad considered flipping the mattress but left it as it was, maybe he figured the mattress itself didn’t get too wet. I would have to check it for myself later on. He carefully made the bed as tidy as feasible, admired his work and took one final look across the room before turning the light off and walking out. It really wasn’t a matter of their wild side being real and everything else a facade, the horndog and the whore they were between four walls were just as real as the friendly dad and doting Mum they were with me.

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