...into the house, throwing down her backpack next to the table and noting the milk spill all over, as well as her mother’s discarded shirt. She walked into the living room cautiously. Did someone break into our house, she thought.
As she walked through the doorway into the living room, she smelled sweat and salt. She turned invisible, not wanting to be detected if her mother was being/had been raped. She stopped herself before entering, stripping off all her clothes and underwear so she wouldn’t be spotted. She entered the living room. What she saw shocked and excited her in ways she didn’t understand.
Her mother was bent over the couch, her feet on the floor and her arms hanging freely from the back. Her father shoved his penis in and slid it out, over and over, sweating with concentration. Her mother began to scream, increasing in volume with each new cry. Suddenly, she cried out, and her dad shoved his penis into her vagina hard, left it there, grunted, and pulled out. He sat down on the couch, and she sat on his lap like an over muscled Santa and a mature child, kissing him deeply and slowly stroking his cock.
By now, Violet was terrified of being caught. To an undersexed sixteen-year-old girl, all of this was a complete revelation. In the four or five ...