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This is my second story in this category, I hope you’ll enjoy it!
This is a work of fiction, and all characters are over 18 years old.
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Caregiver
I suppose like any other person that has accidentally seen their parents having sex, I was just as mortified. I’ll go a bit further and say I’m guessing the majority of people that see their parents involved that way, probably watch a bit longer than they’d admit to.
I know I did.
My name is Carly, I’m 22 years old, an only child and it’s safe to say my folks spoiled me as much as they could. Strangely, during my teen years, I grew a bit distant from my Mother, but Dad and I became closer than ever and I knew he’d do anything for me. After high-school I moved across the country with a girlfriend from school and got on with my life. No, not that kind of girlfriend.
I’d regularly call home, but it always seemed like I had more to talk with Dad about, than Mom. I couldn’t really explain it, but when I got a call one night from Mom, explaining that Dad had been in an accident at work, and that he was in the hospital, and likely facing a long recovery I nearly had a heart attack. I suppose I never really gave my parent’s mortality much thought. I offered to fly home, I work from my apartment, and I could easily work from my old bedroom back at my folks place. Mom left it up to me, and I arranged a flight the next day. I spent a week back home, and my Manager understood my situation, telling me to take whatever time I needed.
The days went by slowly, and seeing my Dad in the kind of pain he was in made me feel helpless. His leg had been badly broken, and surgery was required to screw a titanium plate to his tibia. I’d never seen my Dad in a cast, it seemed so impossible, he’d always been bigger than life, and indestructible. Well, so much for that.
After a week, he was released from the hospital but needed a special bed, the kind found in hospitals that could tilt up, and act almost like a recliner, as well as having a metal cage-like frame so that he could pull himself into a sitting position, or as near to one as he could manage.
The special bed was huge, and would only be temporary, so space was cleared in our living room on the first floor of the house, and that became Dad’s new bedroom. After almost a month, he began needing regular ambulance rides to the hospital for x-rays to determine how his leg was faring, these trips always resulted in pain for Dad, and it seemed to me anyway, like he wasn’t getting any better at all.
I’d started working again, although not as productively. Again, my manager was a gem, and understood. I’d hide myself in my old room, and busy myself with customer-service issues, trying to focus. Mom had returned to work as well by this time, but as she was in real-estate, she couldn’t do her job from the house and so during the day, I’d see to Dad’s needs when he’d swallow his pride enough to ask for something.
Evenings we spent together in the living room, or ‘Dad’s room’ as we called it. We’d watch TV, talk about adventures and vacations the family had taken when I was a kid, and so on. It felt good to be around both of them, and I wished impatiently for my Dad to heal up, so I could see him on his feet, and larger than life once again.
One night I woke up after midnight, and decided to get a glass of water, I made it down to the first landing of the stairs, and turned to descend the rest of the stairs and heard, softly, but distinctly ‘oooooh fuuuuuuck.’
I froze in place, and craned my neck to look into the living room from my place on the stairwell and saw my mother licking or sucking on one of Dad’s nipples, and slowly masturbating him. His dick was bigger than any of the guys I’d been with. I don’t mean that to sound like I moved to the coast and started fucking every guy in sight, but I suppose I had at least an average number of guys for my age.
Dad’s head was back, and his eyes closed as my Mom stroked him, and used her mouth on his chest. My first thought was to slowly turn and go back to my room, the whole spectacle was mortifying, but the sight of my Dad’s dick held me in place for a moment longer. My Mom was slowly twisting her fist around his thick shaft, and then he repeated himself, and explained that he was going to cum. Mom sped up, and I was glued in place, I couldn’t leave now, I’d go back to my room in a moment.
Even from my place on the stairs, I could see his balls tighten up, and seem to almost disappear into his body, and then several powerful jets of semen shot from his cock onto a washcloth Mom had positioned above his dick.
I moved silently back to my room and lay in bed, replaying what I’d just seen, then heard my Mom quietly walk past my closed bedroom door, and return to her bed.
My pussy was heated up, and wet. I longed for my vibrator, but had left it back home, for fear the noise, either the vibrator, or my moans would be too noisy, and it just wasn’t worth the risk, besides, I was there to help with Dad, not fuck myself right?
Two fingers were buried in my pussy and I tried hard to just imagine a dick İçerenköy Escort his size, attached to someone else, pushing into me. Imagine how strange that was, first having seen my Fathers’ penis, and surprised at its size, and then, also strangely, my Mother obviously being able to accommodate such a huge appendage.
I’ve never been quiet when I’ve orgasmed, but that night I managed to keep any noises down, and what escaped my lips, issued forth into a pillow. It was the first orgasm I’d had in that house since I’d moved out four years prior. It felt wrong on every level, but I’d imagined my Dad’s big dick, sinking entirely into my pussy. I couldn’t let the thought go, and it was the last thing I recalled before my eyes closed and I fell asleep.
They had a pattern, every other night, Mom would quietly go down to Dad, and jerk him off while presumably sucking his nipples. I began watching, more cautiously, and with only a bit of my head peering around the stairs to watch. After Dad would cum, I’d retreat into my room, and once Mom would close herself back into her bedroom, I’d bring myself to orgasm with my fingers, now using three fingers, instead of the usual two. It felt like a cock that big would feel a lot closer to three fingers instead of two. Ashamedly, I was fantasizing about Dad fucking me now, not just some nameless, faceless guy with his dick.
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“Carly, we’re having our quarterly Agent’s dinner tonight, and I’ve tried to tell Dad I don’t have to attend, but he’s kicking me out of the house, convinced I need a break from being his personal nurse, and maid. Will you be okay seeing to him, if he needs anything tonight?” Mom asked.
Mom hadn’t jerked Dad off the previous night.
“Sure Mom, no problem at all.” I smiled, not feeling the slightest bit guilty as my pussy began tingling.
A wildness overcame me, and before Mom left, I decided I’d jerk my Dad off tonight, he’d be expecting his normal release, and it wasn’t fair that he should go without it.
Mom came by my room before she left, and she looked ready for a night out on the town. Heels, pantyhose, or nylons, a beautiful dress, and lots of jewelry. She didn’t look like a forty-five year old woman, she looked younger, and full of energy. The thought crossed my mind that she might hook up with one of the other real estate agents, but I didn’t care, I’d take care of Dad, I’d make him forget all about her.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Mom was gone, and I went downstairs, and told Dad I wanted to hang out with him, and maybe watch a movie or something. He thought that would be fun, and I said I’d make us some popcorn while he found something to watch. A few minutes later, I handed him the big bowl, and a cold beer. I sprawled out on the couch and we started watching one of those silly movies where a bunch of dumb kids go challenge a haunted campground and get killed off one after the other. I got up to get Dad another beer, and I ran upstairs, and changed into my huge nightshirt, wearing only my panties underneath.
The movie went on, and Dad would occasionally laugh during some extra-ridiculous part of the movie, with a ‘can you believe these goofballs?’ expression on his face, and I’d smile at him, and imagine myself slowly rising and falling on that big, wonderful cock of his, slowly fucking while we continued to watch the movie.
I was going to hell for this, I knew it.
‘Dad, this movie’s scaring me, do you think I could join you on your bed, and maybe you could fuck me for a while?’ I imagined myself innocently asking.
The movie faded from my consciousness, and I focused on my fantasy. I imagined straddling him, lifting my nightshirt over my shoulders so he could suck my nipples while he fucked me, and hopefully, Mom would return just before he filled my pussy with his cum. Dad shot a lot of cum, I knew it would run out of me like a river after he came.
‘What are you two doing?!’ Mom would yell.
‘Dad’s fucking me Mom, I can’t believe his cock got inside of me as easy as it did.’ I’d say happily.
I played that back a few times, and decided I didn’t want it easily fitting, it would be better if it were a challenge.
“Do these movies still scare you Carly?” Dad asked with a joking grin.
I nodded my head, I knew they were stupid, but I hated those moments in movies like that would cause me to jump, or squeal out like a kid.
“Want me to find another movie?” he asked.
I wondered if they had any porn available. We could watch porn, and then we’d both get too horny not to fuck. I was thinking less and less about jerking Dad off, and more and more about him fucking me.
‘Do you have anything for more adult audiences?’ I’d ask, and slowly ease one of my tits out of my nightshirt, and then drag my tongue across its stiffened nipple.
That would be too much to resist, he’d be putty in my hands.
“Want another beer?” I asked.
“Sure, you’re old enough to drink you know, if you want one.” he encouraged me.
“I don’t drink much, I’d get drunk and do something crazy.” I said, shaking my head, and then realizing getting drunk and crazy would work perfectly.
“You Escort İçrenköy can’t get too crazy here with your busted up old Dad, have a beer if you want.” he said.
He wants to fuck me, he just said as much, without actually saying it.
I returned with two beers, and then looked at the space next to him on the bed, and then asked with my eyes.
“Plenty of room, you can protect me if any crazed killers escape from the movie and come for me.”
I climbed into his weird hospital bed that was arranged a bit like a chair, and prayed my pussy scent wasn’t as strong as I imagined it was. I snuggled up next to him, and we finished our beers, and the popcorn, nothing had happened, he still hadn’t fucked me, and I started wondering about it all.
“One more beer for the night?” he asked.
I got up, and brought us back two beers, the movie ended a few minutes later, and we started talking.
“You don’t have to stay Carly, Mom’s taking good care of me. I’m sure your boyfriend misses you by now.”
“No boyfriend, not since the last one, and that ended months ago.” I confessed.
“You’ve gotta be beating them off with a stick.” he grinned.
“Guys are different there.” I shrugged.
“Guys are worse there?” he asked.
“Just different, they don’t seem to have the same.. Courage, I suppose.”
He chuckled and sipped his beer.
“When you asked Mom out for that first date, where were you scared?” I asked.
“Nope.” he said simply.
“You knew she’d go out with you?”
“Something like that.”
‘Cause of your big dick Dad?’ I wondered to myself.
“Tell me.” I laughed, and nudged his arm.
“I used to date her best friend, and girls talk.” he laughed.
“DAD!” I yelled, faking embarrassment.
“I just mean that her friend told her that I was a gentleman, and that she felt safe around me, why? What did you think I meant?” he asked.
I imagined Mom’s friend telling her what a big, thick cock Dad had, and Mom had to have been curious.
Is that why I was curious? I could explain some of my depraved thinking because I hadn’t had sex for several months, and now, I was further depriving myself of the kind of wonderful orgasms I typically had because I was afraid my parents would hear my vibrator, or my moaning.
But having regular thoughts of my Father fucking me, that was okay I supposed.
Yep, I was definitely going to hell for this.
“Sorry Dad, I guess I thought the friend told Mom you were huge or something, ugh, I can’t believe I just said that.”
Dad chuckled but said nothing.
“How long do those real-estate dinners go on for?” I asked, looking at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 11:00 pm
“It usually depends on how much fun Mom’s having, she’s been home before now in the past, but sometimes it’s after midnight before she gets home,” he said.
“She looked really nice when she left. I could picture her dressing like that if you two were going out dancing or something.” I said and sipped my beer.
“Maybe she’ll find a guy that’s not all busted up to twirl her around the dance floor a few times till I heal up.”
That sounded strange, in my aroused state, I imagined Mom dancing with some stranger, pulled against him, and their mouths pressed against each others.
“Wouldn’t you get jealous?” I asked.
“I’m kind of laid up Carly, not like I could do much till I was back on my feet,” he said, and rolled his shoulders.
It was feeding into my need to take care of him, it didn’t matter if Mom did go dancing, or even if she ended up doing more. I’d take care of Dad.
The lock to the front door clicked, then opened and Mom walked in, seeing us on Dad’s bed and laughing “You two were watching scary movies!”
“Guilty as charged.” Dad confessed.
Mom laughed and came over, bent over, gave Dad a kiss on his forehead, and pulled the bottle of beer from his hand, taking a swig, and then handed it back to him.
“Carly here was worried that you’d found a boyfriend, dressed so sexy, and me all busted up here in bed.” Dad said grinning.
“Guilty as charged.” Mom said, repeating what Dad had said moments before. “He was tall, dark, and handsome. He bought me a drink, introduced himself as the top seller in his region, he didn’t even need to ask when a slow song came on, he just pulled me onto the dance-floor, the only reason I’m home so soon is that his wife called and made him promise to be home before midnight, something about him turning into a pumpkin I think.”
I shook my head, surprised at Mom’s phony story, and as I looked at Dad my eyes couldn’t miss his obvious erection, pushing up the thin blanket he was under.
“Okay, well I’m beat, I’m headed to bed.” I said, and gave Dad a kiss on the cheek, then pulled myself out of his bed, kissed Mom on the cheek, and headed up the stairs to masturbate.
I pictured Mom twisting her fist around Dad’s cock, and nibbling on his nipples. His cock would be standing proud, and reddened. I imagined standing on the opposite side of the bed, watching them, and then Mom reaching for my hand, and wrapping it around my Dad’s İçerenköy Escort Bayan cock, moving it the way she had, showing me how he liked it.
I imagined slowly masturbating Dad, as Mom went back to sucking on his nipples, and then she pulled my head to his chest, and sucking as Mom had done. A moan had escaped and for a fraction of a second, I panicked, but then, I stopped caring.
I imagined lifting my head, and realizing that Mom was no longer with us, she was walking up the stairs to her room, so I went back to taking care of my Dad.
“Carly, that’s incredible Baby.” Dad would gasp, and then my mouth would stretch over the shiny, pre-cum soaked head of his cock, and a long, low moan would escape his lips.
Even in my fantasizing, I couldn’t imagine taking all of Dad’s cock in my mouth, but what would fit, would be very happy with what I’d be doing to it.
My three fingers were stretching me open, so that when I’d straddle Dad, his cock would more easily fit, I imagined my fingers as his cock, and sinking slowly down until he was fully inside of me. I’d rock gently, getting used to the full feeling, and just as I began speeding up, I’d hear another moan, from the stairs. Mom was watching as I’d fuck Dad, and she had her hand under her skirt. I’d smile, and go back to fucking Dad, and just as the waves of warmth filled my body, I’d imagine Dad cumming inside of me.
I’m pretty sure this new moan was as loud as the last one. But I didn’t care.
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The next day, I came downstairs in the morning, fixed myself a light breakfast quietly as Dad was still sleeping. I watched his chest slowly rising as he slept, and an idea began forming in my head. It wasn’t fully planned out yet, but I was confident things would work out.
That evening, when Mom returned from work, I told her that I was going shopping, that I’d be back later that night and off I went to the mall to buy a number of sexy outfits that I decided I’d use to wear Dad down, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and I’d finally have him. It’d been a while since I had worn heels, but I went a bit crazy, and bought a pair of open-toe pumps with the hidden platform soles, the heels had to have been easily 5 inches. I picked up a few new bras from VS that did wonders for my very average B-cup chest. While in the store I played with the idea of purchasing a garter belt and seamed nylons, and while I’d never actually worn those garments before, it just seemed like too much.
That in itself seemed a ridiculous thought. I was buying these clothes to more easily seduce my Father, but somehow, buying a garter belt and stockings was over the top?
I settled for a few pairs of stay-ups.
I picked up something to eat on the way home, and thought about the next part of my plan. Mom was curious about the bags I brought home, and so I laid everything out on my bed, and she shook her head, and whistled saying ‘Someone must have met someone.’ then gave me a grin.
“Working from here, it’s tooo easy to spend the day in shorts and a giant t-shirt. I dressed more like this back home when I went into the office. Dressing nice makes me feel better.” I answered.
“Sweetheart, if this is what you wore back home to work, I’m amazed you haven’t been promoted to a VP role yet!” she said, shaking her head.
“Think Dad would like these outfits?” I asked almost innocently. “Afterall, you were dressed up for your real-estate dinner like this.”
“Your Father would… I was going to say he’d love to see these outfits on someone other than his Daughter, but I think you should model them for him, see what he thinks.” she nodded.
I grinned, and hung up the clothes in my closet, telling Mom I’d wear one of the outfits the next day ‘for work’
An hour later, I was in the shower, doing my normal routine, and then deciding to switch from my typical, neatly groomed mound, to what I felt was a more risque look, leaving a thin landing strip above my vagina, and shaving everything else away. My fingers found themselves back inside of me, and it took just a bit of time before I reached an orgasm. I wanted more than my fingers.
The following morning I called into work, and explained I wasn’t feeling well, and needed the day off. After that, I checked the local area for salon reviews, and made an appointment for that same morning for a mani-pedi. I checked with Dad, asked if he’d be okay for a few hours alone, and he laughed, and sent me on my way.
I was back home before noon, and as soon as I came through the door, stopped only long enough to tell Dad I bought a few outfits, and wanted his opinion, before racing up the stairs and steeling myself for what I planned to do next.
I stripped naked, slipped on the beige stay-ups, then put on my flesh-colored VS push-up bra. And matching thong, I decided on a long-sleeved white blouse, and the black pencil skirt to complete the outfit. I sat in front of my vanity, and put on a quick, but sexy look in the mirror. A pair of pearl earrings, and necklace, then slipping on the new heels, I stood and gathered up my courage. The clicking of my heels as I descended the stairs drew Dad’s attention, and as he saw me, his eyes went wider than I’d ever seen. I watched him, as I swayed my hips and walked into the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge, and then slowly approaching him, the sound of the clicking heels all but filled the house.
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