Caregiver

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This is my second story in this category, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

This is a work of fiction, and all characters are over 18 years old.

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Caregiver

I suppose like any other person that has accidentally seen their parents having sex, I was just as mortified. I’ll go a bit further and say I’m guessing the majority of people that see their parents involved that way, probably watch a bit longer than they’d admit to.

I know I did.

My name is Carly, I’m 22 years old, an only child and it’s safe to say my folks spoiled me as much as they could. Strangely, during my teen years, I grew a bit distant from my Mother, but Dad and I became closer than ever and I knew he’d do anything for me. After high-school I moved across the country with a girlfriend from school and got on with my life. No, not that kind of girlfriend.

I’d regularly call home, but it always seemed like I had more to talk with Dad about, than Mom. I couldn’t really explain it, but when I got a call one night from Mom, explaining that Dad had been in an accident at work, and that he was in the hospital, and likely facing a long recovery I nearly had a heart attack. I suppose I never really gave my parent’s mortality much thought. I offered to fly home, I work from my apartment, and I could easily work from my old bedroom back at my folks place. Mom left it up to me, and I arranged a flight the next day. I spent a week back home, and my Manager understood my situation, telling me to take whatever time I needed.

The days went by slowly, and seeing my Dad in the kind of pain he was in made me feel helpless. His leg had been badly broken, and surgery was required to screw a titanium plate to his tibia. I’d never seen my Dad in a cast, it seemed so impossible, he’d always been bigger than life, and indestructible. Well, so much for that.

After a week, he was released from the hospital but needed a special bed, the kind found in hospitals that could tilt up, and act almost like a recliner, as well as having a metal cage-like frame so that he could pull himself into a sitting position, or as near to one as he could manage.

The special bed was huge, and would only be temporary, so space was cleared in our living room on the first floor of the house, and that became Dad’s new bedroom. After almost a month, he began needing regular ambulance rides to the hospital for x-rays to determine how his leg was faring, these trips always resulted in pain for Dad, and it seemed to me anyway, like he wasn’t getting any better at all.

I’d started working again, although not as productively. Again, my manager was a gem, and understood. I’d hide myself in my old room, and busy myself with customer-service issues, trying to focus. Mom had returned to work as well by this time, but as she was in real-estate, she couldn’t do her job from the house and so during the day, I’d see to Dad’s needs when he’d swallow his pride enough to ask for something.

Evenings we spent together in the living room, or ‘Dad’s room’ as we called it. We’d watch TV, talk about adventures and vacations the family had taken when I was a kid, and so on. It felt good to be around both of them, and I wished impatiently for my Dad to heal up, so I could see him on his feet, and larger than life once again.

One night I woke up after midnight, and decided to get a glass of water, I made it down to the first landing of the stairs, and turned to descend the rest of the stairs and heard, softly, but distinctly ‘oooooh fuuuuuuck.’

I froze in place, and craned my neck to look into the living room from my place on the stairwell and saw my mother licking or sucking on one of Dad’s nipples, and slowly masturbating him. His dick was bigger than any of the guys I’d been with. I don’t mean that to sound like I moved to the coast and started fucking every guy in sight, but I suppose I had at least an average number of guys for my age.

Dad’s head was back, and his eyes closed as my Mom stroked him, and used her mouth on his chest. My first thought was to slowly turn and go back to my room, the whole spectacle was mortifying, but the sight of my Dad’s dick held me in place for a moment longer. My Mom was slowly twisting her fist around his thick shaft, and then he repeated himself, and explained that he was going to cum. Mom sped up, and I was glued in place, I couldn’t leave now, I’d go back to my room in a moment.

Even from my place on the stairs, I could see his balls tighten up, and seem to almost disappear into his body, and then several powerful jets of semen shot from his cock onto a washcloth Mom had positioned above his dick.

I moved silently back to my room and lay in bed, replaying what I’d just seen, then heard my Mom quietly walk past my closed bedroom door, and return to her bed.

My pussy was heated up, and wet. I longed for my vibrator, but had left it back home, for fear the noise, either the vibrator, or my moans would be too noisy, and it just wasn’t worth the risk, besides, I was there to help with Dad, not fuck myself right?

Two fingers were buried in my pussy and I tried hard to just imagine a dick his size, attached to someone else, pushing into me. Imagine how strange that was, first having seen my Fathers’ penis, and surprised at its size, and then, also strangely, my Mother obviously being able to accommodate such a huge appendage.

I’ve never been quiet when I’ve orgasmed, but that night I managed to keep any noises down, and what escaped my lips, issued forth into a pillow. It was the first orgasm I’d had in that house since I’d moved out four years prior. It felt wrong on every level, but I’d imagined my Dad’s big dick, sinking entirely into my pussy. I couldn’t let the thought go, and it was the last thing I recalled before my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

They had a pattern, every other night, Mom would quietly go down to Dad, and jerk him off while presumably sucking his nipples. I began watching, more cautiously, and with only a bit of my head peering around the stairs to watch. After Dad would cum, I’d retreat into my room, and once Mom would close herself back into her bedroom, I’d bring myself to orgasm with my fingers, now using three fingers, instead of the usual two. It felt like a cock that big would feel a lot closer to three fingers instead of two. Ashamedly, I was fantasizing about Dad fucking me now, not just some nameless, faceless guy with his dick.

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“Carly, we’re having our quarterly Agent’s dinner tonight, and I’ve tried to tell Dad I don’t have to attend, but he’s kicking me out of the house, convinced I need a break from being his personal nurse, and maid. Will you be okay seeing to him, if he needs anything tonight?” Mom asked.

Mom hadn’t jerked Dad off the previous night.

“Sure Mom, no problem at all.” I smiled, not feeling the slightest bit guilty as my pussy began tingling.

A wildness overcame me, and before Mom left, I decided I’d jerk my Dad off tonight, he’d be expecting his normal release, and it wasn’t fair that he should go without it.

Mom came by my room before she left, and she looked ready for a night out on the town. Heels, pantyhose, or nylons, a beautiful dress, and lots of jewelry. She didn’t look like a forty-five year old woman, she looked younger, and full of energy. The thought crossed my mind that she might hook up with one of the other real estate agents, but I didn’t care, I’d take care of Dad, I’d make him forget all about her.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Mom was gone, and I went downstairs, and told Dad I wanted to hang out with him, and maybe watch a movie or something. He thought that would be fun, and I said I’d make us some popcorn while he found something to watch. A few minutes later, I handed him the big bowl, and a cold beer. I sprawled out on the couch and we started watching one of those silly movies where a bunch of dumb kids go challenge a haunted campground and get killed off one after the other. I got up to get Dad another beer, and I ran upstairs, and changed into my huge nightshirt, wearing only my panties underneath.

The movie went on, and Dad would occasionally laugh during some extra-ridiculous part of the movie, with a ‘can you believe these goofballs?’ expression on his face, and I’d smile at him, and imagine myself slowly rising and falling on that big, wonderful cock of his, slowly fucking while we continued to watch the movie.

I was going to hell for this, I knew it.

‘Dad, this movie’s scaring me, do you think I could join you on your bed, and maybe you could fuck me for a while?’ I imagined myself innocently asking.

The movie faded from my consciousness, and I focused on my fantasy. I imagined straddling him, lifting my nightshirt over my shoulders so he could suck my nipples while he fucked me, and hopefully, Mom would return just before he filled my pussy with his cum. Dad shot a lot of cum, I knew it would run out of me like a river after he came.

‘What are you two doing?!’ Mom would yell.

‘Dad’s fucking me Mom, I can’t believe his cock got inside of me as easy as it did.’ I’d say happily.

I played that back a few times, and decided I didn’t want it easily fitting, it would be better if it were a challenge.

“Do these movies still scare you Carly?” Dad asked with a joking grin.

I nodded my head, I knew they were stupid, but I hated those moments in movies like that would cause me to jump, or squeal out like a kid.

“Want me to find another movie?” he asked.

I wondered if they had any porn available. We could watch porn, and then we’d both get too horny not to fuck. I was thinking less and less about jerking Dad off, and more and more about him fucking me.

‘Do you have anything for more adult audiences?’ I’d ask, and slowly ease one of my tits out of my nightshirt, and then drag my tongue across its stiffened nipple.

That would be too much to resist, he’d be putty in my hands.

“Want another beer?” I asked.

“Sure, you’re old enough to drink you know, if you want one.” he encouraged me.

“I don’t drink much, I’d get drunk and do something crazy.” I said, shaking my head, and then realizing getting drunk and crazy would work perfectly.