Thanks so much for your awesome support with the previous story in this series! It was my first entry here, and you made this new author feel most welcome!
Here is a direct continuation from Holiday Heat, though you don't need to have read that to enjoy this. But you should!
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Claire leisurely sauntered up the stairs, heading to her old room, with her clothes in her hands. The 20 year old cutie was naked and carried a light sheen of sweat on her skin, basking in the afterglow of multiple self-induced orgasms. She had been spying on her well-hung, younger brother Chris masturbating for Jill, the FedEx lady. It was a wild start to her holiday retreat from college, to be sure.
Her old bedroom was at the far end of the upstairs hallway. She remembered enjoying the privacy that it gave her from the rest of her family. She couldn't decide if she welcomed that distance once more, or if recent events made her wish it wasn't so private after all.
Just as she rounded the top of the stairs however, she saw a line of clothing strewn haphazardly across the floor. The trail led to the first door on the right, which was her parents' bedroom.
It didn't take a genius to realize what that meant, but Claire could hardly believe her normally reserved, level-headed parents would be so passionately brazen like this. They must've really let loose around here after she went off to college!
Sure enough, there were her father's jeans, mother's blouse and broken bra, her father's shirt, mother's skirt, and then both their underwear right outside the open door. Once again, curiosity struck Claire and she just had to see for herself. She crept along on tippy toes and her ears perked up as she drew closer.
She heard the unmistakable sounds of wet, slapping skin, male grunting and female moaning. Before she even reached the entrance to take a peek, it was obvious they must be going pretty hard at it already. They were caught up in the moment and made no attempt to be quiet or subtle.
She almost felt sorry for intruding on them like this, as they clearly weren't expecting her home yet. Almost sorry, but not quite.
She couldn't help herself. She peeked ever so slightly around the doorframe. And her suspicions were confirmed in all their hardcore glory. What a sight it was!
She witnessed with greedy, lustful eyes, her parents, Leon and Alice, fucking doggy style. Fucking, like crazed animals in heat, not romantically 'making slow, passionate love' as their daughter had once assumed they probably did.
Quite skillfully too, it seemed! Their long term love affair, now in plain view, broke the illusion of their 'very rare' intimacy that Claire at one time could barely stand considering. Now, she hoped they not only banged everyday, in every way, but everywhere they could as well. Maybe even involving others?
Fortunately, they were facing away from the door as their dirty daughter pondered all this. Claire doubted they'd stop even if they caught her though, with how intensely intimate they currently were. He was really giving it to her and she was taking it and then some.
It made Claire's heart skip a beat and a dozen fantasies flowed through her mind as she watched and listened. She took a moment to soak up their nudity with her eyes, as she absently played with her aching nipples. She hoped to commit it to memory for her fantasies.
Her father was a shorter, stockier built man. Rugged looking with his stubble and goatee. Claire felt, deep in her core, that he had an incredibly attractive dad physique for a man his age.
He had powerful arms and legs, and a brick of a torso. Not too well defined, nor overly muscular, but strong like a wall nontheless. His ass, while mostly flat in her estimation, was also firm and undulating as he gave her mother his all.
Leon's hands were thick and callused too, a casualty of years spent working on cars in his shop. Still, they provided an undeniable symbol of strength and protection to the women in his life. And he currently sported a fading farmer's tan which his wife, and now also his daughter, found endearing.
Much more enticing to both of them though was his girthy cock, quickly pumping in and out of his wife's gushing cunt. Claire guessed it was around 6 solid inches long. Shorter than her brother's, yes, but certainly quite a bit thicker.
Undoubtedly, it carried years more of experience in every twitch as well. His hairy balls hung just low enough to caress his wife's clit with every thrust. A clit noticably larger than her own, Claire realized, with fascination and lust. A little girl-cock, she mused.
