My parents were on holiday, and I was asked to stay at their place. Water the plants, feed the cat, that sort of stuff. Being a good girl, that’s what I did. While there I spent my time studying, watching TV, playing with the cat a little, pretty boring stuff. I went out with friends as often as I could without neglecting my duties.
One evening though, none of my friends were going out so I was left bored. As idle hands tend to wander, I found myself sitting in front of the telly, but not actually watching it, while one of my hands was inside my panties, teasing me.
‘You know what?’ I thought, ‘let’s do this like I used to’, and I went upstairs, to my parents’ room.
I found my mom’s stuff where she always keeps it. The drawer next to her side of the bed was filled with a variety of stimulants. Dildos, vibrators, long, short, finger-mounted, egg-shaped. I had known about this stash for a long time. Let’s just say that during my sexual awakening I experimented with a lot more than most girls did. Occasionally my mom bought new toys, but not this time. So I selected a nice long vibrator I knew I liked, and went on to the closet for an outfit.
My mom has quite a selection of outfits especially for the bedroom. A sexy nurse outfit, some catsuits of nylon, fishnet and even one latex, and boots. I always loved to try those out and to look sexy. This time I selected a simple fishnet catsuit. I slipped out of my own clothes and put it on. I should note that back then, I tried to ignore the fact that this stuff belonged to my parents. The clothes and toys themselves turned me on, as did the idea that I was in on this big sexual secret, but that was it. Occasionally the thought of my parents’ using these things did enter my brain, but then I always thought, “No, wrong!” and put it out of my head. Most of the time.
As the voyeur in me was a bit disappointed that I had found nothing new, I decided to try my luck at the computer. The last time I had been here I had noticed that since I left the house, my dad had gone sloppy with removing the browser history, and had even started saving porn on the hard drive again. (Something that he had stopped doing after he had caught me looking at stuff he had downloaded once.)
I opened Internet Explorer, and bingo! The last thing they had looked up was some flight info for their trip, but before that: two ladies kissing with very little clothes on. Not the hottest thing I’d discovered, but as a bisexual girl, I approved. I stroked my now-exposed vagina with a finger. I was slightly wet, so I saved the vibrator until I was more into things.
Clearly my dad had been on a lesbian-kick shortly before he left, as those were the pictures and movies I found a long list of. I looked through them, getting a little wetter, but nothing really grabbing my eye, until – what kind of site was this? There was a picture of a lady in lingerie and a naked bloke on it, but their heads were blurred out. And the rest of the page… it looked like some sort of resume of the couple pictured… this was some sort of dating site! I had seen the commercials for them on late night television, but never gone to them myself.
My heart was already thumping from this discovery, but it went into overdrive when I saw something else: I was logged in on the site. My dad had an account on a sexdating site, and I was logged in on it. For a moment I wondered if I should stop, but my curiosity was always going to win that fight. I clicked on the “my profile” button but it didn’t take me to my dad’s account. It took me to the couple account of my mom and dad together! The profile described them perfectly. And the pictures… they had black bars over their eyes, but I recognized them anyway. They had quite a few pics uploaded. Right there on the computer screen was my dad’s erect penis, my mom flashing her tits and her vagina, a close up shot of the previously shown cock in the previously show vagina (holy shit!), and… a perfectly decent holiday snap THAT I TOOK! I felt naughty by association.
For a moment I sat there, gaping at the computer. I had stumbled onto something huge! Part of me wanted to know more. Another part of me thought this was blatant invasion of privacy and a bit freaky and wanted to stop. And a final part of me, the part between my legs that I had been teasing for a while now, was begging for more attention.
Pulled in different directions I was paralyzed. I just sat there staring, idly drawing my fingers around my vagina, without stimulating myself too much. I don’t know how long I sat there, but eventually I was rudely awakened from my stupor. I nearly had a heart attack when the computer suddenly went PLOONK, and a chat window popped up! I rather panicked, and before I could even read the message I had closed Internet Explorer.
My heart still racing, I decided that I had gone too far, and closed the computer. I went to their bedroom to get rid of the vibrator and the outfit, but…
As I stood in the walk-in-closet, with my arms already out of the catsuit, I looked at all the other outfits and thought ‘fuck it, I’m way too hot to just stop!’. I grabbed the vibrator again, threw myself on the bed, and brought myself to a quick climax, then I cleaned the toy off, put the outfit back, slipped my own clothes on again and went downstairs to make some coffee and try to study.
As you can imagine, studying didn’t work at all. All I could think about was what I had seen. So I put away my books and turned on the TV. No luck, I still could only focus on one thing. Practicing my dancing helped a little, but I quickly got bored without a dancing-partner and my mind began to wander again. In the end I settled on just going to bed early. After two hours of lying awake in bed, trying and failing to think of anything other than my parents meeting other people for sex, I gave up. I got up, put on a bathrobe, and got behind the computer again.
I went to the dating site, and clicked “away from keyboard” on the chatwindow. I entertained the idea of pretending to be them for a second, but thought that would be both evil and stupid (as I didn’t know who any of these people were, and couldn’t possibly react as my parents would have.).
More driven now, I looked past the photos and read the profile. That immediately gave me some more news: “sexuality: bisexual”. Both of them! And in the description: “We’ve been swinging for many years with some good friends, but now the kids have left the house we try to experiment a bit more, meet nice new people.” Who on earth were those “good friends”? And that list with “interests”: giving oral, receiving oral, public, toys, taking pictures, facia – TAKING PICTURES?
That grabbed my attention. All that rummaging around I had done in other people’s rooms, there was one thing I had always wanted to find, but never did: homemade porn. That is the holy grail for a voyeur like me. Even if it was homemade by my parents…
I think it was around midnight when I read that. I spend the next two hours scouring the entire computer for pictures, but found nothing. Then I searched their bedroom. Then my mom’s workroom. Then my dad’s workroom, and it was there, at about four at night, that I found a USB-stick. I had found two before it, both of which turned out to be full of boring work-related stuff, but still my heart beat with anticipation when I slotted it into the computer.
First I saw there was a map with “Pictures” on it. In it I found more maps, with dates as names. I clicked a random one… I don’t know how long it was since I started, but it must’ve been quite some time. It was a picture of my mother on her knees, sucking the cock of whoever held the camera, with her other hand around another cock.
When I recovered, I didn’t really know what to do. I wanted to see every picture, so I started racing through them, but I also wanted to see every detail of them, so sometimes I stopped and just stared for ages. Every time I saw something new I felt shocked all over again…my mom being fucked! My mom being fucked by two men. Three men even! My dad fucking a woman. Dad fucking a man! My mom with cum dripping from her face. Mom with a girl my age. Dad with the same girl! Another shocker was that those “good friends” mentioned on their profile we in fact friends of them who I knew. They had even come to my birthday when I was a kid.
The shock of discovery was so great I didn’t even get turned on then. Around six in the morning my sleepiness started to conquer my curiosity and I went to bed. Tossing and turning I fell asleep, my dreams filled with naked flesh. The next morning I woke up super-horny. Before showering or breakfast I turned on the computer and plugged in the USB-stick. I opened a map I hadn’t been through yet, and my fingers quickly brought me to a climax. Then they did that three more times. That, finally, was enough to satisfy me. For the moment.
Later that day I went to my own place with the stick, to copy everything to my own computer.
The rest of the week I got nothing done. All the time I should’ve spend studying I was sitting behind the computer. While I masturbated more in that one week than in the previous ten, I tried not to think of it as getting of on my parents. I kept telling myself it was the fact that it was genuine amateur porn, or the sex-dating aspect that made me so hot. I told myself that so often I almost convinced myself.
At the end of the week my parents returned. I had lost track of time and I was still upstairs, watching their pictures when I heard them coming in. Obviously that resulted in yet another near-heart attack, as well as a fairly awkward evening in which they told me all about what museums and cathedrals they had visited, while the pictures of them fucking were still very much on my mind’s eye.
I faked being tired and quickly fled the scene. As I cycled home, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Maybe I should just start sex-dating myself, so I could get to enjoy it without having to think about my parents…
