I pushed open the front door with my hip, my backpack slipping off my shoulder onto the floor. The house was silent, I crept toward the hallway when a low, muffled groan made me freeze.

I turned the corner and stopped dead. My parents were on my bed.

Mom was on her knees, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, lips wrapped around my dad's thick cock, her hands gripping the base as she bobbed her head in slow, deliberate strokes. The rhythmic slurp of her lips echoed in the room, punctuated by the wet sounds of her tongue swirling around the tip.

Mom was wearing my leather thong-the one I bought last month at the mall, and my black lace bra, the one I hid in the back of the drawer because it was "too slutty" to wear to school. Mom's full, round ass was on display, the thong barely covering her, the straps of the bra digging into her soft flesh as she arched her back, taking more of dad's cock into her throat.

Dad was propped up against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest and the trail of dark hair leading down to his waist. His hips were lifted, pushing into mom's mouth as she gagged slightly around him, her saliva dripping down her chin.

But the worst-no, the best-part? Dad had my pink lace panties pressed to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head like he was savoring the scent.

My breath hitched.

My pussy throbbed instantly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I could feel my nipples hardening under my tight top, the fabric suddenly too restrictive. My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to touch myself.

I backed up silently, my pulse racing. I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving as I listened to the lewd sounds spilling from my room.

Slurp. Gulp. Moan.

Mom's wet gagging filled the air, followed by dad's deep groan. "Fuck, baby, take it all. Swallow my cock like a good slut."

My thighs clenched together. I bit my lower lip, my fingers drifting down my stomach, over the waistband of my jeans, pressing against my clit through the fabric. I was wet. Soaked. And the sounds from the room were driving me wild.

I couldn't just stand there.

I went to my parents bedroom and with a shaky breath, I stripped off my top, jeans and panties, until I was standing in nothing but my socks. I walked over, my bare ass swaying with each step, my tits bouncing lightly with my movements.

I grabbed my mom's red leather thong from the top drawer-the one she'd never dared to wear-and stepped into it, the cool leather hugging my hips snugly. I fastened the clasp, the material biting into my flesh just enough to make me gasp.

Next, the black lace bra. I slipped my arms through the straps, the cups lifting my breasts, making them spill over the top. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing, my thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they were stiff peaks.

Then, my dad's shirt.

I left it unbuttoned, the fabric hanging open just enough to tease, the tails barely covering my ass. I turned to the full-length mirror, running my hands over my body, admiring the way the red thong contrasted with my pale skin. My fingers trailed down my stomach, lower, lower, until they brushed over my pussy.

I moaned, her head falling back.

I was dripping. Needy. My clit was swollen, throbbing, desperate for attention. I circled it with my fingertip, my breath coming in short gasps as I watched myself in the mirror. My other hand pinched my nipple, twisting it just enough to make me whimper.

I could hear my parents still going at it in my room.

Dad's grunts grew louder, more urgent. "Fuck, baby, your mouth is perfect. Suck me harder, baby. Yeah, just like that."

My fingers moved faster, two of them sliding inside my dripping cunt, my palm grinding against my clit. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, but it was no use. A soft whimper escaped me, my hips jerking forward as I fucked myself with my fingers, my free hand still teasing my nipple.

I came with a shuddering gasp, my body trembling as pleasure crashed over me. I rode out the orgasm, my fingers slowing as I milked every last bit of it, my breath ragged.

When I finally pulled my fingers free, they were glistening with my arousal. I licked them clean, my eyes rolling back at the taste.

And I wanted more.