All characters are 18 or older. There is incest role play and voyeurism, but no actual incest.
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Was dad really cheating on mom? Helen had to know. Especially if it was with one of her friends! She was already stressed about going to college, and now she finds used condoms in her own room, and her own clothes in the laundry after she didn't wear them! Was someone else wearing her clothes?
She had also overheard her parents arguing years ago about, "Pictures of older men with barely legal girls." on the family computer. She had always loved her parents, and while they had fought at times, she had really thought their relationship had gotten better in recent years after they went to see a therapist. There was no yelling anymore, and they both seemed really happy. She thought everything had returned to normal. Now she was finding out how much of a creep her father really was.
"Honey, I think you are being paranoid." Her mother said with a girlish giggle and a nonchalant wave. She must have started taking happy pills or something, because a couple of months ago she wouldn't have been this relaxed on this topic. "There is no way he could do anything like that without me knowing. I'm home for a lot longer than he is. If he was bringing over young girls, I would certainly hear about it from the neighbors."
She was not as athletic as Helen, but otherwise they shared the same short height, the same amber eyes, and the same chestnut hair. Her mother even had the same hair length, though, Helen preferred a ponytail. Seeing her mother pretend to be blissfully care free was concerning. But she could also tell her mother was anxious about something and hiding it. Maybe she was being willfully blind. Maybe she was telling herself everything was going to be fine.
She didn't tell her mother about the physical evidence. It wasn't like Helen had kept any of it, gross. But if she could get real hard evidence, like a video tape, or some pictures, that would probably be enough. It would churn her stomach to witness the event, but justice had to be done. Then her mother couldn't pretend not to see.
She thought it was one of her friends because, well, they were all into him. Apparently they thought her dad was hot and would not stop talking about it. They also all knew where the family hid the keys and could come in and out whenever they wanted. The neighbors knew them. It wasn't like it would look suspicious. It would be the perfect crime.
But mom was right about one thing. She was here almost all the time with her personal business. It would be difficult to find a time where she wasn't home, and it would sure be gutsy at the very least. Helen formed a plan. According to the physical evidence she found, it looked like dad was using her room, ew, to cheat on mom. So all she would have to do is aim her computer monitor at the bed, hit record, turn off the screen, and she'd have all the proof she needed.
But in case that wasn't enough, Helen decided that after she left home to work at her part time job, she'd call in sick, turn back around, and sneak back into her room. she'd hide in the closet and confront her cheating father before things got out of hand. Maybe she could convince him to stop under threat of showing mom the evidence? That would be the best outcome. She didn't want them to split up, she just wanted to keep her family together, and keep her father honest.
Everything was going as planned. Helen left her window open when she left, parked a block away, snuck back in, and hid for about an hour. No one knew she was there. Everything was prepared. She peaked through the slits on her closet door.
"Ready Herb?" it was her mothers voice. She was still here. Helen gulped and waited in the dark of the closet.
"Irene," He said back. Helen bit her lip. What were they doing?
Her mother walked in first. Helen's heart froze in shock and awe. It was definitely her mother, she recognized the face. But she was wearing Helen's old cheer leading uniform. Not quite right of course because she was too big in certain areas for it to actually fit right. Because of this, and perhaps other obvious reasons, the shirt was pulled up over her bare chest to show everything she had up there. She could see her mothers ass hanging out the skirt, clad in what looked like Helen's panties. In most other ways, she looked just like Helen. She had even tied back her hair. Her mother sat on the bed, spreading her legs under her short skirt and replied, "I told you Daddy, call me Helen!"
Helen covered her mouth to keep from gasping. Her father entered, tall and lean. "Irene," he began, "I told you, that one might be a bit weird for me-" she pouted. "How about her friend Susan again?"
Irene whined, "We did that last time though! Maybe," she was flustered, she played with her hair "Maybe you can call me 'Baby girl'? Or 'Princess'?" Her whole body was blushing. She was nervous but exited. Helen had never seen her mother like this. "I know you think it's strange. And I know I'm weird for making you do this," She made circles with her finger around her nipple, she looked down with mild disappointment, "It's my complex after all. If you don't want to we can-"
"It's fine," he smirked and undid his coat. "Little girl." He started. Irene bit her lip and giggled with excitement.
Helen was trapped. This had been a terrible miscalculation. No one was cheating? It was her mom that was the pervert? Was she the one who had those pictures on the computer and not dad? Helen had seen enough. Just knowing that it was her mom in her cheer leading uniform was enough to cause her skin to crawl. But now she did not dare leave her hiding spot. She didn't want them to know she knew!
"Do you love me daddy?" Irene asked. "Even though I'm a really naughty girl?"
"Of course." Herbert walked to her and pet the top of her head as she smiled and closed her eyes, "Now tell me what you did."
"I didn't clean up good enough last time." She said meekly. Helen's mother usually wasn't this much of a pushover. She thought of her mother as strong, independent, and her own boss. Here she was acting like a child. "She was asking questions. I think she found something."
"Oh?" Herb raised an eyebrow.
"But I told her it was nothing. I think she believes me. And once she is out of the house for school we don't have to worry about it anymore." She lightly took his hands and put a finger in her mouth like it was a lolipop. "Right daddy?" she asked before she began sucking on it.
It was like watching a train wreck. Helen couldn't look away. This was her parents! And they were role playing in front of her! She felt sick to her stomach, but also pleasantly surprised. It was better than them hating each other, right? It wasn't like this was too unhealthy. Everything was safe and consensual at least. She was happy to see them getting closer. But not in her room! In her clothes! In her god damn thong! And she definitely didn't want to fucking see it!
"Anything else?" He asked.
"Other than wanting to be be daddy's little plaything?" She wriggled, "Nope. A good little girl."
"Then five spanks." He said. He sat down and pulled her over his knees.
"Thank you daddy!" She gasped as she lowered her panties and he lifted her skirt. He slapped her hard and fast like a whip. Helen flinched. "Thank you!" She whimpered and wriggled. He swatted her again. "Thank you daddy!" she gripped his legs, "So strong!"
