Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
Mum and Dad came to stay with me for a few days, just a change of scenery for them, and an opportunity to see me and my forest. I watched on my CCTV as Dad pulled up in his Volvo EX40 and parked next to the charging port. Mum got out of the passenger side and Dad went to the boot and got their suitcase.
I opened the front door and went out, hugging Mum and waving hello to Dad. "Welcome, welcome," I said, "come in, what do you want, coffee or tea, I have Yorkshire, Chai or mint tea. Coffee is regular or decaf."
"I think we will both have a Yorkshire tea please sweetheart," Mum answered as we walked arm in arm back to the house, Dad towing the suitcase behind us.
"You are in your usual room Dad," I said, "the middle one." It was the same room I usually give them. They get the middle room and my brother Geoff, when he stays, has the far room, well officially, so far, he hasn't actually slept in that bed, more in mine.
In the kitchen I flipped the kettle on and got the China mugs out of the cupboard. "It's all bags Mum I am afraid," I said as I dropped a bag in each mug. I put a mug under the gaggia and pressed 'grind', I wanted a coffee.
Dad came into the kitchen and walked over giving me a big hug, I tried very hard not to notice the bulge pressing against me, Dad is a man and he has a bulge. Equally I hoped he wouldn't notice my breasts digging into him, I am a woman and have breasts.
The kettle boiled, I disentangled myself from Dad and poured the water into the mugs, frothed my milk for my coffee and stirred their teas adding flat milk and taking out the tea bags.
"Come on," I said, "let's sit in the conservatory."
They followed me through to the conservatory, warmed by the winter sun, and a radiator of course, and I sat in the single chair opposite them, they had the cane sofa. We chatted as we drank our tea, Mum was busy at a local charity shop, Dad was getting the garden ready for this springs planting.
I did notice that Dad seemed to be looking up my skirt a few times, I couldn't help how I sat, I did try to remember to keep my knees together, but I think they slipped apart a fair few times.
We had been chatting for about an hour when Dad said he would like to go and freshen up before dinner. Mum went with him, and I popped into the kitchen to check on the Bolognese that I had in the slow cooker for tea. I know I shouldn't, but I did, I checked on the CCTV.
I have CCTV all over the house, inside and out, but I don't tell anyone. Evidence for if I am burgled, of course, but also an opportunity to covertly eavesdrop on people, and that is exactly what I did. I sat at the kitchen table and brought up the camera for the room Mum and Dad were in. Mum was down to her underwear and Dad was naked, his dick sticking out in front of him.
I had seen my parents naked a fair few times when I lived at home, it was unavoidable really, but I had never seen his dick hard. It was an impressive sight. I changed to the other camera in their room, it was at the bed end of the room rather than the door end and gave me a better, closer view of his dick.
"You'll have to wait until tonight," Mum said.
"Sweetheart, really? Must I, we have time now."
"I haven't showered George."
"That makes no difference, you showered first thing this morning, things are not going to get unsavoury in just a few hours."
"Oh for goodness sake," Mum said, "lay on the bed, I'll use my hands."
Dad went across to the bed and pulled the quilt back and lay on the sheet, his head on the pillow. Mum knelt next to him on the bed, still in her bra and knickers and took his hard dick in her hand.
She pulled Dad's foreskin down and gave me my first view of his glans, big with a well-defined rim, no wonder they call it a helmet, it was just what it looked like. She began moving faster and faster, her hand almost a blur on the CCTV. Dad was gasping and grunting as Mum worked his dick.
"Oh this is no good," Mum said and bent forward, sucking his dick into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Dad was writhing with pleasure on the bed, Mum's hand now working his balls as her mouth was around his dick. I saw Dad lift, thrust himself in the air and Mum gulped.
Mum pulled back and I could see her swallowing, Dad had ejaculated, sending his spunk down Mum's throat.
"Right go and have a shower and then get decent for tea, Amelia said she was doing a spag bol, so perhaps not a white shirt, you know how messy you can be."
I smiled to myself, watching my parents engage in sex was a new one. I had heard them of course, but never seen any action. I wondered if Dad and Mum would shag later, I hoped so. I wondered how they would do it, I doubted Mum's legs would be up over Dad's shoulders.
Tea was served and we all helped ourselves to spag bol and pieces of garlic bread, I opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio to go with and then I made us all coffee for after. We sat in the lounge and watched a little TV, a Midsommer Murders, it was one I had seen before, but Mum and Dad enjoy it, and it passed the evening until bed time.
We hugged and kissed goodnight, and went to our bedrooms. I stripped and showered and then lay naked in my bed, pulling up the CCTV on my iPad, I liked the bigger screen. Mum had just showered by the looks of it, she had a towel around her and was rubbing herself. Dad was laying naked on the bed, his dick not looking as hard as it had earlier, but definitely not flaccid. Mum went back into the ensuite and came back without the towel.
She walked towards the bed and I noticed Dad's dick twitch and obviously get harder. Mum got on the bed and straddled Dad, using her hand to guide his dick inside her.
"Oh my," she gasped as she settled down on his dick, and then she gasped again as he seemed to thrust upwards. Mum rocked back and forth, Dad's dick sliding inside her, his grunts and sighs synchronised with hers.
"You are very naughty," Mum gasped, "twice in one day, what brought this on?"
"I just love you Mary," Dad said.
I wondered if looking at my crotch up my skirt had contributed in anyway. I was not thinking that he would have wanted to shag me, just that the sight of a tightly covered fanny might have had an effect, he is a man after all, and at least he had Mum to assist. I wasn't seeing my fledgling boyfriend until after Mum and Dad had gone.
All I had was my battery operated boy to keep me company. I reached into my bedside draw and retrieved my vibe, switching it on and sliding it along my crease as I watched Mum and Dad shag in the room next door. I shuddered in anticipation and then pressed the vibrating end against my clitoris and nearly went through the ceiling.
Whether it was watching my parents, or seeing Dad's hard dick, I didn't know, but the effect was more intense than usual, my pleasures just streamed through me, and I gasped loudly. I left the vibrating end on my clitoris for a few moments, gasping and gulping in air.
It was all I could do to stop myself screaming as my orgasm exploded, my body shaking and convulsing as the pleasures erupted, electrics streamed and pressures released. I lay back, mouth open as I recovered.
I looked at the CCTV in my parents room, Dad was down at her fanny, Mum was moaning quietly. I left them to it, I was absolutely drained, that had been a big one. Had it been stimulated by Dad's dick I wondered.
After breakfast I made us coffee and we went and sat in the conservatory. Mum was knitting and Dad was just looking across at me, his phone in his hands, perhaps he was watching reels like I do. I picked up my phone, as if I were watching reels and turned my camera on and zoomed in on Dad's lap as I parted my knees, I would know.
Mum would see my knickers if she looked, but I doubted if it would mean anything to her. Girls who wear skirts show their knickers; it is a well-known thing. We know we do it. It doesn't always mean anything. I know some celebs go out without knickers, knowing that they will be flashing their fanny, but that is not me. For a start I am not a celeb.
There. It twitched, Dad's lap twitched, I could see the rise as his dick grew inside his trousers. I leant back in the chair, my skirt rising a little, my knickers a little more exposed. I wondered if my knickers had slipped into my valley as they sometimes do, and then I wondered why I was teasing my Dad.
Dad excused himself and went out of the room. I brought up the CCTV and watched as he went into his bedroom and dropped his trousers, pulling out his dick. Really? Had the sight of my knickers stimulated him that much? I was surprised. I watched for a few minutes as dad wanked, but left him to his own closure.
When Dad returned my knees were together and there was nothing to see. I would give it a few hours before I repeated the exercise, to see if the results were the same, after all, it may have had nothing to do with my knickers being on display.
For lunch I did dressed crab and lettuce cups, accompanied by mint tea. I wasn't convinced that Mum enjoyed the tea, Dad just swallowed it, I doubted he even tasted it. After lunch we headed to the conservatory. I excused my self and nipped to the loo. I pulled my knickers up tightly, knowing that my crease would be visible. Mum might baulk at that, perhaps.
I gave it a good ten minutes in the chair before my knees parted. There was no doubt for me. Dad's bulge grew in response to my knees opening. Well, there we are then, Dad is getting turned on looking at my crotch. The day progressed and after dinner, and another Midsommer Murders, we retired to our rooms.
