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sure as hell wasn’t…I sat straight up in the chair as my father’s words echoed through my head. “ That no matter what you see, you keep watching. You don’t look away or close your eyes, you watch.” My father wanted me to watch him have sex?
    I looked back to the front when I heard dad whistle. Mom had her arms over her head and had taken her blonde hair up with them, she slowly swayed in front of him working her way down then back up. Dad reached out to grab the tie to her robe, but with a surprisingly little girl like giggle, mom stepped back from him. Smiling, she untied the robe and opened it partway. I started to close my eyes, but saw she had only opened it far enough to show some cleavage and was teasing by pulling it open a little more, then closing it again.
    I started to relax, then gasped when Mom suddenly yanked the robe open to expose her tits. I immediately looked away again. Dad was off his rocker. What the hell was he going to do tomorrow, ask me what my mother’s tits looked like?
    “Come on Cyn, don’t tease.” Dad said.
    Cyn? I’d never heard him call her that before, but had to say it sounded kind of hot.
    “I never tease baby,” Mom whispered in a sultry tone that caused my eyes to widen, “I’m just playing, you know your dirty girl always gives you what you need.”
    Dirty girl? I looked up again to see mom standing in front of dad with her hands on his shoulders, her robe was still on, but hanging open and unable to help myself I stared at her tits which were nothing short of amazing They were on the small side, but high and perfectly round. Her nipples were small and from where I was sitting appeared to be light pink. I could see that they were hard, and leaning forward, Mom started shaking them back and forth in Dad’s face. She yelped when he reached up and grabbed them in his hands and started fondling them.
    I was starting to sweat and told myself to forget what Dad said and do the right thing and close my eyes, he wasn’t right in the head these days. Regardless of what my mind said, my eyes stayed glued on the scene in front of me. Dad was now cupping Mom’s small tits while his thumbs stroked her nipples. Mom released a soft moan and reaching around, grabbed the back of Dad’s head and brought it to her tit. From where I was sitting I could only see dad’s head, but I could still see Mom’s other tit in his hand. Mom moaned again when he switched to sucking the other nipple.
    Mom lifted her leg and bending it, rested her knee on the arm of the chair. Dad’s hand left her tit and slid between them. Mom gasped then released a low moan as Dad was now fondling her. The moan drew my attention to her face and I saw her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she started rocking back and forth.
    Dad’s arm was moving and I could imagine that he was thrusting his fingers into her. I swallowed and could feel my heart beating faster. This was wrong, but I was no longer even making an effort to look away. It was like staring at a bad accident, you knew it was wrong to look, but had to anyway.
    Mom pulled away from dad and putting her hands up on the railing pushed herself up until she was sitting on it. Lifting her legs, she placed her bare feet on dads shoulders and opened her legs. Dad paused to slide the chair forward a little and immediately leaned in and buried his face between her legs. Mom let out a moan that was much louder than before and again grabbing the back of Dad’s head, shoved it against her pussy. I blinked at that thought, the words mom and pussy shouldn’t be crossing my mind at the same time.
    Mom was starting to moan softly and as my eyes widened she let go of Dad’s head and began to play with her nipples. I watched as her long red fingernails teased her swollen nipples and felt my head starting to pound. I realized, I’d been holding my breath and exhaled as softly as I could. I doubt mom would have heard me above those hot little sounds she was