Can’t Take Anymore

"This is perverted", eighteen-year-old Viola told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parent’s bedroom. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Viola, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, perverted wriggling bodies and glistening skin... a hard shaft, swaying testicles... legs sensually spread wide and spasming. Viola couldn't help herself, she had to look. Quietly, she opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into her parent’s bedroom. Just as she had hoped, the door was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.

The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father, Chris kneeling behind her mother, Almond. Chris had a handful of Almond’s hairs, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother's head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Almond’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, her father's muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife