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.
I watched as his cock slowly engorged. It took a long time for him to become fully erect as he slowly, patiently masturbated himself. My Lord he was enormous -- easily ten inches and as thick as my forearm. His large fist didn't even cover half the length and just barely wrapped all the way around the shaft. I was panting as quietly as I could, afraid that he would hear me, and I was grateful that it was a windy day and that the wind gusts covered up my heavy breathing. The first and second fingers of one hand were sliding between my labia, my engorged clit trapped between them, keeping pace with his stroking, me imagining it was his dick, not my fingers, sliding the length of my slit. My other hand time-shared between my nipples and my dripping hole; soon enough, my tits were as slick with pussy juice as were my thighs.
I knew I'd cream the instant I saw the seed spray from his dick. My need was so urgent that I begged him to hurry, to cum now, to let the jiz fly, but he just kept stroking, taking his time. At one point he seemed to be close, his pace increasing, the urgency clear on his face, and I pressed my button, ready for my release, but he removed his hand at the last second and waited for his dick to stop twitching. Then he resumed, slowly lightly stroking.
My God! He was edging! The bastard was edging but I needed to cum NOW. Oh, for the love of God I needed to cum!
It was then that I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman on the verge of climax. He looked over to the corner of the room and smiled and I realized what was happening -- he was edging to porn and - thank God! - the woman he was watching was about to cum. Maybe he would come with her! I held off, waiting to see him spurt.
The woman suddenly cried out, clearly in orgasm and I glued my eyes (eye?) to the tip of his cock but, still, he kept up a slow, steady pace while watching his porno. The woman's orgasm drew to an end and then, strangely, he spoke to the TV, asking it to open the window for some air. He rolled onto his back as my view was blocked by the naked, panting woman who was now crawling between his legs on her hands and knees.
Holy shit! It was my mother who had been cumming in the corner. And, now, she was stuffing that huge cock into her mouth with her wet, inflamed, gaping cunt up in the air facing directly at me. It was a beautiful sight - her labia were distended and slightly open, showing her perfect, pink hole and her engorged clit hanging down towards the bed like a tiny penis, dripping cunt juice onto the bed.
It was soon pretty clear by the way she was rocking her head and pressing her face into his pubes that she'd somehow managed to get his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. She brought him all the way out to lick the tip, then plunged him all the way in a second time. Daddy was starting to moan and to writhe on the bed. He put his hands on the side of her head and, while he didn't force anything, she let him guide the pace that he wanted. One of her hands was on his scrotum, rolling his balls between her fingers. The other hand suddenly appeared between her own legs as she stroked herself along the length of her slit - from clit to hole, then back again.
"I'm gonna spew, Lindy! Oh, fuck, yes! Just like that. I'm boiling, baby doll!"
She backed off a bit, holding just the first three or four inches in her mouth, her one hand moving off his balls and onto to his shaft, stroking him fast.
"Yes! Yes! Oh! Fuck. Now, Lindy! NOW!"
