My dad likes to spank my stepmom Kara and we're not just talking with the hand either. Were talking about ping pong paddles, riding crops, and canes. I discovered this quite by accident one evening when I came home. I was suppose to be spending the night at my friend Rick's house, but we got in a big argument and his parents sent me home.
It was around 9 pm so I walked home since I lived in the same neighborhood. I was also eighteen years old and man enough to take care of myself.
Even before I made it home I saw the bedroom light on so I decided to enter the house quietly because I knew my old man was most likely fucking the living shit out of my stepmom. Shit if given half the chance I'd fuck her too. She's a hot little piece of ass for a forty two year old. She's a blond blue eyed dream, with big tits, a thin waist and a nice wide derriere.
I sneaked into the backdoor and made my way to the kitchen to fix myself a sandwich. And I was about to do just that when I hear Kara gasping and crying, "NO! Stop Bill!" Bill is my dad's name! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Holy shit! Was dad beating the hell out of Kara? I hurried from the kitchen and bounded up the staircase. I could see the bedroom door was partially open. I carefully made my way down the hall and then I hear Kara cry out, "Do it again, Bill!"
"Goddamn it, Kara! I think I threw out my shoulder!" Dad snapped.
I quickly stopped in my tracks. They were just fucking around. Thank goodness because I really didn't want to confront my father.
"You're just a pussy, Bill! Do it!" Kara shouts.
"Fuck you, Kara! Why does sex always have to be about pain with you! For once I'd just like to make love and..."
"Ah shut up and just fuck me and go to sleep then!"
Suddenly there was the sound of someone getting their ass spanked and hard too. I almost laughed. My crazy parents were into BDSM? Wow! I didn't see that one coming. I listened on and pretty soon I hear Kara scream, "Jello! OH GOD! JELLO!"
The spanking or the paddling or whatever it was instantly stopped. I can hear dad breathing hard now and Kara softly whimpering. Then comes the sounds of their sweet love making. I love the sounds Kara makes when dad's fucking the hell out of her.
I stare at the partially opened bedroom door and it seems to beckon me now. I mean I've never watched my parents have sex before. I smile and reach down and push my hand down the front of my basketball short and touch myself. The thought of watching them was making me hard, so I walk over to the door and I look in.
The sight overwhelms my sexual senses. Dad is on top of Kara his hands planted to either side of her shoulders. Her legs are spread so wide I can see dad's cock slamming in and out of her. Kara's tits are bouncing with his every hard thrust. Her sweet facial expression of pleasure. Her soft moans. God how I wanted have my dick up inside her right now!
I push down my basketball shorts, close my eyes, and I take my now hard cock in my hand and start pumping. I imagine that I am between her legs and not dad and I'm fucking her pussy so goddamn hard! I'm the one making her whimper and groan. Oh fuck yes! I'm jerking faster now! I'm bigger than dad. I would certainly be making her cry out.
Yes! Yes! Oh Yes I'm close now, so I open my eyes just to see her face before I blow my load. Holy shit she's got her eyes open and she's staring right at me! Dad doesn't see me because he's too involved in the moment. She's got her blue eyes right on me and her pouty lips pull into a warm smile.
I don't know why but I quickly hauled my shorts up and I ran to my room. Once there I dropped onto my bed and pulled the covers up over my head, like some child who'd just had a nightmare. I was so fucking embarrassed. I was mortified!! If she tells dad, he'll kill me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!
I lay there for at least thirty minutes thinking the worst was gonna happen, but it didn't. Apparently she didn't tell dad. But why? I began to relax now and my nerves started to calm down. But still I lay there wide awake.
I suddenly hear the bedroom door close and now the soft patter of feet. It was Kara. Dad has heavy footsteps and I knew it wasn't him. I hear the bathroom door open and then close and I smile. There was no doubt that she was going clean up her pussy. I bet my old man filled her up. Kara always uses the hall bathroom after she has sex with dad, for reasons unknown. Maybe she didn't want wake, dad because he was heading out early in the morning on a run to Georgia. See my dad an over the road trucker and he stays gone for sometimes weeks at a time.
I waited a little while for her to come out and about fifteen minutes later she does just that. I hoped beyond hope that she was gonna come and check on me, but she didn't, instead I hear her footsteps going back to the master bedroom. Back to dad.