It was very late, and the kids were both fast asleep, they had checked in on them when they had gotten home, but they were still careful. They had not been caught yet, or at least they did not know if they were caught yet, and they stuck to their stealth fucking. Dave threw his head back as he slammed forward, Cindy's pussy locking onto his cock like a pair of pliers, and when he looked at the mirror over their dresser, he noticed his daughter's face peeking around the doorway.

He was shocked, but also excited. For some reason, the sight of his 14 year old daughter watching him fuck his wife sent wicked thoughts running through his head. He renewed his thrusts, forcing his cock deeper and harder into his wife's body. He also put on a show with facial expressions, increased moans and whimpers.

"Shhhh, oh honey it is so good," whispered Cindy, "But you have to be quiet. I do not want to wake the kids." He smiled as his wife said this, his eyes peeking at the wide eyes staring at them from the doorway. They were a close family and he had never thought of his little girl in a sexual way, but his body was awash with intense, nasty thoughts as he continued to pummel his wife. He moaned quietly that he was going to cum, and he peeked at his daughter's face.

Tracy had heard the noise coming from her parent's and she snuck down the hall to see. She was not feeling all that well that night, and she was having trouble sleeping. She popped fully awake when she heard the low moans coming down the hall. Wearing a T-shirt and panties, she silently crept down the hall, sliding just past her brother's room. She was surprised to find her parent's door open slightly, and she peeked around the corner to look inside.

Her father was fucking her mother, of that she had no doubt. Although she was still a virgin, the girls at school all talked about sex and boys. A couple of the girls had stolen old copies of "Playboy" and "Penthouse" from their parents, and Tracy thought she was well educated on the art of fucking. She was shocked to actually see it in front of her, and she was mesmerized at how hot she got when she saw her father's big cock slicing in and out of her mother's body.

Her eyes washed over her mother, her eyes noting the thick, erect nipples on her chest, and the trimmed patch of black hair between her legs. In the position that they were in, she could see his father's cock slamming back and forth, and she could even see her mother's pussy lips extend out like a sheath as his cock pulled out. Her body grew hot and warm watching them, and she was so surprised to see them that she did not even think about touching herself.

Scott shoved his cock straight forward as his climax shot off, his wife squealing as she felt his cum hit deep inside her body. He grunted to her and peeked at his daughter in the doorway, her eyes glued to the union of his cock and her pussy.

"Oh honey, I love that feel," his wife purred to him, turning her head to kiss him. "It gets me crazy when I feel you shoot off inside me. I love you." Kissing deeply, they wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled close together. Scott lost track of his daughter, and he fell asleep in his wife's arms. Tracy, meanwhile, snuck back to her room after watching her father cum. She quietly slipped into her bed, and her hand immediately went to her pussy.

She smiled as she felt the wetness between her legs, and she began to think about what she had seen. She imitated her mother, and she rolled onto her side, her fingers flying furiously over her wet little pussy. She whimpered and moaned like her mother had done, pushing her ass back against her imaginary lover. She could feel the tension building inside, and as she waited for the tremendous release, she called out to her lover.

"Oh honey, I love that feel," she moaned out, "It gets me crazy when I feel you shoot off inside me." She moaned in her own orgasm, content to dream and fantasize about her fantasy lover fucking her like her father fucked her mother. She drifted off to sleep with her fingers buried in her pussy.

The mood at the breakfast table was electric, and the current was secretly carried between father and daughter. Scott had not told Cindy of their little witness, and he noticed his daughter peeking at him with every chance that she got. It was terribly exciting to think that his little girl was growing up, and that she had actually watched them going at. Scott wondered if she masturbated thinking about him, and these wicked thoughts shocked him. Although he had never thought of his daughter in this way, he could feel his cock stir in his pants, and he tried to return his focus to his meal and whatever his wife was saying.

Tracy was having similar thoughts as her father was, except hers were much more explicit. She was almost openly staring at him across the dinner table, her mind recalling the way his cock looked as it slammed into her mother's body. She thought of the words that they said and she remembered the terrific orgasm that she had as a result. She had no idea of what else to do, so she just sat and daydreamed, her eyes looking at her father and her mind and body thinking of his great cock......(cont)