It was a regular Sunday dinner. Brother Leo had driven over with Mum’s car and picked me up. Dad would probably take me home later; he usually did. Leo often had a few ciders with lunch and so couldn’t drive, probably until Monday morning. As I walked in, I couldn’t see Dad; perhaps he was upstairs. I went into the kitchen and gave Mum a cuddle and a hug.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” Mum asked as we disengaged, and she went back to stirring the gravy.
“Oh, I am fine, Mum. I have been busy at work; we have a new project manager, and she kind of expects us to know everything. She forgets some of us are new and are only just starting our learning.”
“Bosses have been the same since the dawn of time, baby.”
“Did I see some security cameras outside, Mum? Have you been having problems?”
“Yes, you did, baby,” Dad’s voice answered as he walked into the kitchen and crushed me in one of his bear hugs. Dad’s hugs never left anything to the imagination; my chest was pressed into his, and his groin pressed against mine. Anatomy 101 in a simple hug.
“Oh, okay, any reason?” I replied.
“Well, sometimes we can’t see what is happening out front, especially if we are in the back. Our insurance company offered us a discount on our renewal if we got improved home security, and they class cameras that record to the cloud as improved security. So I got some from Amazon and put them up this week.”
“Okay, cool. Are they any good? I just have a video doorbell. As I only rent, I don’t think the landlord would want me drilling holes and installing cameras.”
“It’s a bit early to say yet, baby. They seem okay, and it is rather quiet around here, so there is not a lot of passing traffic to examine. Luckily it works on my laptop as well as the phone, so I can get a decent-sized picture on playback.
“Oh, okay.”
Dad bought it from Amazon. That is interesting. I know Dad’s Amazon account password; he lets me use it to buy stuff and to watch some Prime Video. I wonder if I will be able to access his camera recordings. I shall try when I get home. That could be fun, watching what happens when there is no one around. Equally it could be simply boring.
Dad put his arm around me, and we went and sat in the lounge whilst Mum got on with finishing dinner. Leo disappeared, perhaps to his bedroom. He wasn’t a great one for social niceties.
“What’s happening then, love?” Dad asked as we sat on the sofa, the sounds of food preparation drifting in from the kitchen, “Boyfriend yet? ”.
“No, not really, Dad,” I replied, “there have been a few candidates, but they all come up short in the final reckoning. None can set the standard set by my dad.”
I squeezed his leg, and we both laughed. We both knew that there was no way I would want a boyfriend like my dad. I loved him loads, but his politics were just prehistoric; we would argue all the time, making war, not love.
“It has been a little quiet here, love,” Dad said. “Not much happening with me either. All the potential girlfriends seem to be too interested in laundry or dust beating.”
“Ah, poor Dad,” I said, laughing.
Leo appeared, from wherever he had been hiding.
“What about you, Leo?” I asked, “Care to share your girlfriend status?”
“What? Oh, er, none at the moment. To be honest, I am not looking; I have too much on my mind to think about girls and then try to appease one to keep her happy. No, Lord, too much of a hassle.”
“They all said no, then?” I laughed.
“That’s about it,” Leo laughed. He was sitting in the chair opposite. I didn’t know if it was just me or the cut of his chinos, but they did seem mighty tight. I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but my eyes just seemed to home in on his crotch. Trying to look away, I found myself staring down at Dad’s well-filled groin. Goodness me.
Lunch was leisurely: roast brown meat that I couldn’t for certain identify and vegetables of varying colours and consistent salty flavour. Mum hadn’t improved since I left home. But that was okay; this was as much about a social visit and keeping in touch with family as it was about getting fed.
Dad drove me home as the visit ended; he just dropped me off and waited while I entered the house before he drove away. I was home alone. I grabbed a bottle of sauvignon from the cupboard, a cheap one from Aldi, and poured a glass. I wanted to see if I could get into Dad’s security system. I opened the laptop and was disappointed to see it was almost out of battery. That meant I had to sit in the single armchair near the plug outlet, rather than sprawl on my sofa.
Plugged in and charging, glass of wine in hand, I opened my laptop and ignored my emails. Most of them would be junk and spam. If anyone wanted to contact me urgently, then they would text me. I would check the emails later. First I had to see if I could qualify as a bit of a spy.
I loaded the website, and it logged me in automatically due to my doorbell camera. I had to log out and log back in using Dad’s Amazon account. Bingo, straight in. Oh my goodness, Dad had cameras in each room as well as around the house; I hadn’t noticed the indoor cameras. I went through looking at each camera, hoping that they didn’t flash a light to show that they were being accessed.
Mom and Dad were sitting in front of the TV in the lounge. Dad looked as if he was snoozing. Leo was in his bedroom, lying on his bed, naked, but lying on his front, so there was nothing to see. Apart from his buttocks. Outside their house was quiet; no neighbours were doing anything. I decided to look at the history files.
The list of files was long, going over the past few days. I narrowed it down by camera. First the front. Cars coming and going, a delivery driver delivering something – it looked like an Amazon delivery. The postman, and that was about it. Quite boring. Next, I looked at the back, slightly more interesting. Plenty of neighbourhood cats wandering through, and at 03:18 a fox came over the fence. I thought that was nice.
So, outside was, for the most part, boring and mundane. Time to look indoors and see what I could see. I decided I would start with downstairs. The kitchen. It was surprising how much activity took place in the kitchen. Leo wandered down in his underpants to get some breakfast and make a coffee, then disappearing. Mum, dressed in her dressing gown, was busy doing laundry, emptying the dishwasher, making tea, and preparing food. It was pretty much the same each day. Not exactly riveting.
Upstairs, but who first, Leo or my parents? Leo, of course. Well, goodness me, Leo, that was a surprise, you dark horse, you. I had a few views of him naked, playing with his dick, quite enthusiastically, it had to be said, and then, the surprise, the one I wasn’t expecting.
Leo was lying naked on his bed; his dick was hard and sticking upwards, almost pointing at the camera. After a couple of minutes, he took his right hand and wrapped it around his dick and started to wank. The microphone wasn’t very good on these cameras; what sound I could hear was either muffled or broken up like a poor phone connection. I had watched Leo wank when I lived at home. He hadn’t known, but I had peeked through the gap in his bedroom door.
But here was the surprise: Mum walked in. I expected Leo to get all embarrassed and cover himself, but no. Mum went and sat on the side of his bed; she moved his hand and took over. What? What the absolute fuck? She moved her hand slowly at first; her knuckles looked white. Perhaps she was squeezing his dick hard, or perhaps it was just the poor resolution on the camera.
Leo was putting some very odd expressions across his face, a sort of cross between a smile, a grin, and a grimace. I could only assume that he was enjoying it. Mum began to go faster with her hand, and it looked to me as if Leo were lifting off the bed, sort of pushing up to fuck into Mum’s hand. Mum was now going quite fast, and soon it was all over.
Leo grunted, and his hips clearly left the bed, and he spunked high into the air, with Mum slowing and emptying his dick as if she had a pump in her hand, not his dick. I could see Leo gasping, and then Mum let go of his dick and stood up. She licked her hand, presumably getting off any spilt spunk, and turned around and left. Leo didn’t move for a while, and then he grabbed some tissue from his bedside and cleaned himself up.
Leo then got up and left his bedroom naked. I could only assume that he went to the family bathroom to clean up. Dad hadn’t installed a camera in the bathroom. I wondered if that was because it would just steam up, or if it was for reasons of not wanting to film people having a poo.
I checked all the cameras around the time that Mum was giving Leo a hand job, and Dad wasn’t anywhere around. I guessed he was out playing golf. It was Saturday morning, so that was probably where he was; if I remembered correctly, he often played golf on Saturdays. I think it depended on the weather; I don’t think Dad liked playing golf in the rain.
Wow. That was all I could say. I wondered if this was a regular thing and how it had started. I guessed I would never know; there was less than a week of recorded films to look through, as the cameras had only been set up this past week. Jesus, what would Dad think if he watched that?
I hadn’t noticed the cameras in the house; I had sort of seen them, and my brain had just dismissed them as alarm sensors. I wondered if Mum and Leo knew that they were being filmed. Gosh. I went through the files until I got to the later evening, and I started watching Mum and Dad’s bedroom. Mum came in first and went into the ensuite. The camera gave a good view of the bed in their room and a reasonable view of the en suite.
I could see the shower cubicle and the washbasin, but not the loo, and of course, nothing at all if the door was closed. Mum hadn’t shut the door behind her and had disappeared in the direction of the loo, presumably to use it. She then came back into the bedroom and stripped, putting her clothes except her knickers on her bedroom chair. The knickers she threw into the corner, I presumed, were ready to go into the laundry hamper.
Mum doesn’t look too bad naked, I have to say. She did have a bit of a woman’s tummy, a small bulge above her mons; there was nothing wrong with that. She was shaved; I knew that – we had talked about it a while ago. Her sex was a simple crease at the bottom of her mons, further down and under than mine; mine is very much up and central.
As Mum was rolling the bedcovers back, Dad came in. He walked over and gave Mum a kiss and then sat on the edge of the bed and got undressed. He threw his shirt onto the pile that Mum had started with her knickers. He pulled his socks off, and they were added to the corner pile. Dad then stood and undid and took off his trousers along with his underpants. His trousers were folded onto his chair; his underpants joined the pile.
As Dad turned around, I had a good look at his dick. It looked larger than Leo’s, that was for sure, and it looked almost hard, perhaps with a little droop. Mum reached and took his dick in her hand and began to move, Dad’s dick visibly firming as she worked at it. Mum slipped to her knees and took Dad’s dick in her mouth, shagging him orally, her hand playing with his balls.
Dad was standing with his legs apart, his hands lightly on Mum’s shoulders, his eyes were closed, and his mouth open as Mum worked him. Mum pulled back and got onto the bed, on her knees and hands. Dad was standing still for a moment, his dick now looking very hard and sticking forward, glistening with Mum’s saliva.
Dad got up onto the bed and knelt behind Mum. He took his dick in his hand and slid it up and down her arse crease, and then he pushed forward, pulling his hand away. Mum seemed to gasp, and her mouth opened. Dad was pressed hard against her buttocks, his dick, I assumed, deep in her fanny. Dad began shagging, driving in and out of Mum’s fanny, rocking Mum back and forth as he moved.
I could see a little movement in the corner of the room; their bedroom door opened a little. I could just make out a phone. Was Leo recording them shagging? I would check what he was doing when I had finished watching Dad shag Mum. I guessed Leo didn’t know about the camera; otherwise, he could watch the recordings.
Dad was moving faster, and I began to see daylight between them as he pulled back and then thrust back in. I guessed it was hard and fast; I guessed it was loud, with Mum gasping and the slaps of his pubis on her buttocks. Dad seemed to push in further and stop for a moment. Mum’s face was unmoving, her mouth wide open as if she were screaming. Dad was visibly gasping.
He pulled back and then pushed in hard once more, and then once more before he pulled away, his dick visibly softer and glistening; he had filled her fanny. He rolled and lay on his back. Mum got up and went into the ensuite as Dad lay panting.
Okay, well, wow, that was something. I had a quick look at the recording for the camera on the landing at the same time. Leo was standing outside our parents’ room. He was naked and had a camera in the door gap, recording Mum and Dad, it seemed. His dick was in his other hand, and he was wanking furiously. Goodness me. Well, wow. I wondered what Dad would do when he watched back the videos.
I downloaded the video of Mum wanking Leo, of Mum and Dad shagging and then of Leo wanking on the landing. The rest of the videos over the course of the week were pretty vanilla. A bit of undressing, a bit of nudity here and there, but no more sex for me to see. Oh well, I had some downloads to perv over. I was almost ashamed of myself, but only almost.
I looked at the videos over the course of the following week; nothing of interest, and then it was the weekend, and Saturday arrived. I made myself some toast and a cup of coffee, and sat on my sofa and checked the Friday video recordings. There was nothing apart from nudity: Dad’s dick was soft and hanging down, and Leo’s was harder, but still he simply went to bed.
I checked the Saturday morning videos. I watched Dad get dressed and then go downstairs. Mum was in the kitchen in her dressing gown; she was making a flask of coffee. Dad gave her a kiss and took the flask. He was off to play golf. I checked on Leo; he was lying naked on his bed, his hand around his dick. His dick was hard, and his hand was moving slowly, not quite wanking.
I felt something stir within me, a frisson of pleasure in my fanny. I undid and opened my dressing gown and ran a finger through my crease. My God, I was wet and dripping, and as my finger brushed against my nubbin, I almost orgasmed on the spot. On the screen, Leo’s bedroom door opened, and Mum walked in. She was naked, and Leo smiled and moved his hand a little faster.
I was transfixed; I could not stop watching, nor could I stop my finger rubbing my nubbin. Mum climbed onto the bed, and she straddled Leo’s head, bending forward to his groin. She dipped her head and sucked his dick into her mouth, and at the same time, she lowered her fanny to Leo’s face.
I don’t know what Dad had done to the settings, but the sound was now working. I could hear the sounds of slurps and Leo mumbling. It looked as if Leo was rubbing his nose along Mum’s crease. Mum had her hand under Leo’s balls, but perhaps a little further back. God, she was fingering his arse; that was so hot. I dropped my computer where I could still see the screen and thrust the fingers of my free hand into my fanny.
I was wanking as I watched my Mum and brother carnally pleasure each other, my right-hand forefinger on my nubbin and two fingers from my left hand deep in my snatch. I was gulping in air, my buttocks rising and leaving the bed, one eye on what was happening in my old family home.
Mum pulled her head up, Leo’s shiny dick standing proud. Mum moved down the bed and straddled his crotch, her hand taking his dick and guiding it between her…
