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“This is perverted”, Fiona told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents’ bedroom. It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.
But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming. Fiona couldn’t help herself, she had to look. Quietly, she opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into her parents’ bedroom. Just as she had hoped, the door was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father, Jerry kneeling behind her mother, Janet. Jerry had a handful of Janet’s hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother’s head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, her father’s muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.
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