I am a married 38-year-old mother of two-year-old twins. I love my husband and my life and I could not point to anything specific for my fall into the depression that I have been experiencing the last three or four months. That depression, and discovering the cause, led me do something a couple of days ago that is very, very, very wrong.
On said day, I needed to print out a map for a trip my husband, David, and I have planned. My parents live across the street and my father, who is retired, is always home, while my mother is still working. I checked on the boys sleeping, and with the video room-monitor and keys in my hand, I headed across the street. It was expected that everyone would enter by the side door into the day room adjacent to the kitchen.
It had never been my habit of calling before going over and I did not this time. I approached the side door and saw that the blind on the door was two thirds of the way down. It usually meant that my father was taking a nap. I had key in hand to unlock the door, but for some reason, I don't know why, I peeked under the blind and got the surprise of my life.
My father was on his computer, which was in a position for me to see clearly past his shoulder to the screen. He was watching a very explicit XXX-video and he was quite obviously, though I could not see it, stroking his cock. My focus shifted between the action on the screen and my father's arm motion. Instantly, I recognized that my depression was probably because my sex life with David had dropped off considerably since the twins were born. My spirits seemed lifted as I spied for some minutes. I was snapped back to reality when he cut the present video off and scrolled down to select another. I stood upright and knocked on the door.
"Hey dad!" I said, when he finally opened the door. "I need to use your computer and printer. I might need your help."
"Hey back at you, Moose!" He replied.
Now you might think because I had the nickname "Moose" that I might look like one.
Not true! I'm about 5'9", blue eyes, like dad. His hair has been white since he was in his late 30s. I have shoulder length natural blonde hair. My boobs are average but my ass is a bit broad. A bit of the belly, but not overly so. I think my best assets are my ass and legs, which are silky smooth. He gave me the nickname "Moose" because of a stuffed animal he had bought me many years earlier.
I explained to my father what I needed and he stood by my side as I found the map and printed it.
My depressive mood returned with a vengeance. I wanted to see more of the videos and I didn't know how to go about doing that. I certainly could not inform my father of my spying. Or could I? I felt the tears begin to swell in my eyes. I began to cry.
"Sugar, what's wrong!" My father questioned tenderly, turning me, taking me into his arms."
"I don't know!" I blurted. "Nothing seems right anymore! I don't know what it is!"
In the warm embrace of my father I soon calmed down and the tears dried up. Something came over me. Bracing myself, I asked the question.
"Dad, are you happy?" I queried, burying my face into his chest.
"Am I happy? Why would you have such a question?" He queried.
"I saw you watching the video." I confessed. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident. And I'm definitely not going to say anything to mom. But don't you do such things when you're not happy?"
"Well! It's my fault for having left the blind partially open. I wondered why you knocked. I guess I just get bored and I like sex. It's really good you're not going to tell your mom though. She would not understand."
"I should not be telling you this, but I like sex too." I stated. "And David is scared to death I am going to get pregnant again. Even using condoms!"
"So you're telling me that you're not getting enough sex? " He asked. "You'll just have to join the club, Moose."
His last comment caused a long silence as I tried to find direction. He found his first.
"So you were watching the video through the window and it turned you on?" He asked. "Would you like to watch more?"
"We could do that?" I queried, sounding girlish.
"As long as that monitor remains quiet, we can do anything we want, I suppose." Dad replied. "What type of........ action......... do you like?"
"Just plain f..... ahh missionary, I suppose." I replied timidly.
Dad manipulated the mouse, typed in a pass-word and clicked a few web-pages. We were soon looking at a page with video covers. He asked me, as he scrolled down, to tell him when to stop when I found an interesting cover. I pointed when I saw a blonde female and we were soon watching an older man fucking a much younger woman. It would not have been a stretch to say their ages appeared close to ours. I was not surprised, as I am not a complete idiot, that dad had picked the category of such videos. I distinctly remembered seeing the category "daughters". I remembered that it was the type of video he was watching when I had so recently spied through the window.
I watched mesmerized as the movie began innocently enough in a kitchen, only to move to the bedroom where the couple undressed each other and were soon locked into aggressive missionary style fucking. For perhaps 10 to 15 minutes, my surroundings, including dad, did not exist. The couple moved from position to position. I was literally hypnotized by the action on the screen.
I gave a quick glance at dad as he moved behind me and had placed his hands on my hips. I was aware of his erection pressing into my backside. I choose, in a haze but quite consciously, to let him position himself in an obviously incestuous posture. I allowed him to trespass even more;
"This is my favorite shot" He whispered in my ear. "Her legs lifted and spread wide so you can see their sex........... coupled. His cock pumping into her tight pussy."
Now don't get me wrong, I had a notion to bolt, to call a halt to all of the nonsense, but my mind made an instant replay of my father's arm stroking on his cock. I pondered if dad was as well hung as the man on the screen.
I glanced over at the monitor, noting that all was quiet. I could see the boys laying there sleeping in their cribs.
I definitely heard the woman cry, "Your cock is so big, Father!" and I was sure dad heard it, prompting me to ask;
"Did I pick a good video?" I asked, with a seductive tone. "Do you like to view older men fucking younger women? Fucking their daughters?"
