I've been poking periodically at this story for a couple months, mostly looking for a vehicle to touch on a few specific kinks that are near and dear to me. I was always unsure of where it might belong, though. It didn't feel like it rightly, fully belonged in the Fetish arena and, though it includes sex between family members, the story really isn't so much about the incest.
Then I saw that the
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
was happening and it seemed to fit. The story is initiated by, motivated by and advanced by instances of voyeuristic and quasi-exhibitionist events.
So... This is my humble entry to the
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
. If you like it, please let the judges know by voting
Thanks!
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My name is Amy, not that my name matters. I grew up poor in western Pennsylvania, the only child of Dave and Linda, two loving, hard-working parents who gave me all of what little they could. We live in an old house, barely secure from the winter winds, barely able to retain the heat that our old wood stove can provide. Everything we have we have because we worked hard for it and, so, we truly appreciate everything we have. The only thing we didn't have to work for was our love for each other.
I'm a student at the local community college, studying to be an HVAC technician. It's not a glamorous profession but it's one that will keep me comfortably employed for life, especially here in rural Appalachia. I'm still at home, in my old room, saving money to pay tuition and, eventually, I hope, to have enough to live in my own place.
One night I was lying in bed with the lights off, reading on my Kindle. My closet door happened to be ajar, and I noticed a light just below the level of the hanging clothes, about three feet off the floor. For context, it's helpful to know the history. Years before, when I was 12, a roof leak had destroyed the drywall between my parents' bedroom closet and mine. Daddy couldn't afford to replace the drywall, so he fashioned a wall of sorts by nailing to the studs a series of wooden slats he'd ripped from the old milking stalls in the barn. Some of the slats had good-sized holes in them from various old hooks and knots, all of which he sealed with caulk and plaster. It was supposed to be a stop-gap fix, but it ended up being permanent as there was always something more important to spend money on. And, besides, once we painted the slats and hung up our clothes and closed the closet doors, there was no longer a real problem to solve.
So when I saw the light, I sort of knew what had happened and, on investigation, I saw that, sure enough, one of the caulk plugs had fallen out, leaving a hole about the size of a dime. I peeked through to find that I could see quite clearly into my parent's room through their open closet door. The hole could have been there for years and, if so, I'd probably never noticed it before because it was obscured by my clothes when I was standing and by my closet door when it was closed, which it usually is. I made a note to tell Daddy in the morning.
A few minutes later, though, I heard my parents go into their bedroom and I just couldn't help myself. I knelt and peeked through the hole and watched as they undressed. They're both in their late 40's but hard work has kept them in pretty good shape. Mom is petite like me, about 5' 2", 105 pounds, short blond hair and, now, I could see that, naked, she was stunning. Her breasts were full with no sag and with large nipples surrounded by light pink areolas; her belly was flat; her ass was taught as a gymnast's. She had a natural bush that matched her hair and though it wasn't groomed like mine, neither was it wild. My mouth watered at the sight.
But it was Daddy who shocked me. To say he was fit is an understatement; he has a remarkable body -- 6' 2", slim but heavily muscled in the way that's attained only by men used to hard, honest, daily work. I'd seen him shirtless often enough to know that. But, oh my! He had the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. It was long and thick and heavy and I swear it belonged on a pony, not on a man. He walked to the closet to pick out a shirt and I was mesmerized by the monster dangling just a few feet in front of my face. I wanted to reach out to touch it, to feel it, and I almost moaned in frustration when he selected a shirt, backed away and closed the closet door.
A generous person would say I wasn't innocent; a less generous person would say I was relatively experienced; an honest person would say I was a slut -- I'd have sex of any kind with any one at any time. I was nineteen and I'd been with eight or nine men and at least as many women and I'd loved every bit of all of it. My only requirement in a lover was cleanliness and mutual consent and, once that was assured, I had no limitations or inhibitions.
My previous two partners, though, had not been so liberated. I lost them both on the same night when my girlfriend walked in on me while I was pegging my boyfriend. Neither knew about (or approved of) the other and, also, my girlfriend was really pissed that I'd "borrowed" both her strap-on and her favorite dildo! It was a few months later that I found the peephole and I'd been self-servicing with vibrators and dildos almost daily since then while I waited for the next partner to hit the radar.
So, anyway, I decided to NOT tell my father about the peep hole after all. Instead, I waited for another look at that giant cock. I watched for opportunities over the course of the next few weeks, and I was sure to keep my closet doors closed when my bedroom lights were on so that they didn't discover the hole the same way I did. It was helpful, too, that I could recognize peeping opportunities from a distance -- if the hole was lighted, it meant their bedroom lights were on and their closet door was open -- so I spent many hours lying in bed with my lights off, waiting for the hole to light up. I think I watched every time they dressed, and I don't know how many cums I had, rubbing myself off while staring at Daddy's dick.
I got extra lucky for the first time on a Saturday afternoon, about six weeks after I'd discovered the hole. I didn't know where Mommy was but Daddy was in the bedroom. To date, most of my peeping was at night but I figured it would be safe enough to peep during the day since there'd be no chance of light leakage. I went to the closet, hoping against hope that their closet door was open and, yes, thank God!, it was. Daddy removed his shirt and folded it across the back of the chair on his side of the bed. Then his pants. Then his underwear. I'd seen this a dozen times by now but, still, I felt my pussy tingle as the underwear slid down his thighs, exposing that beautiful penis. I expected him to walk away -- to the shower most likely -- but, instead, he lay down on the bed, on his back, and began to slowly stroke himself.
I almost cried out as my pussy drenched and my clit started to swell. I moved quietly out of the closet to remove my shorts and my now-soaked panties and, just as quietly, snuck back into the closet, on my knees, one eye glued to the peephole and both hands glued to my dripping cunt.
