I would be lying if I said that my family wasn't well off. My dad, Peter, played the stocks and made a killing in the housing market crash a few years back. We were pretty comfortable in the past but we now lived in what could rightfully be called a mansion: ten bedrooms, six bathrooms, library, home office, several living rooms, a gym, you get the point. My mother, Carol, wasn't too thrilled because she was attached to our old bungalow. Mom actually had to travel about an hour now to get to her office where she had been a family doctor for the last 15 years, or to visit her sister and mother; a fact that she mentioned nearly every day. My dad, however, was very proud of himself.
As for me, I'm Olivia, and I was pretty happy here. I didn't really have too many friends at my old school or neighbourhood. Since moving to this private school in 2010, I have only made a couple of girlfriends, but I wasn't really big into socializing.
Another thing I was happy about was the home gym. It was really a full-sized gym complete with hot yoga studio in which I spent a great deal of time. My mother hardly ever came down to the gym, in fact, she hadn't been down here since the first week the equipment arrived. It showed. She was short and pudgy, and getting pudgier by the year.
My dad on the other hand, was very fit. He wasn't a body builder but certainly had respectable muscles, especially for being in his early 50s. He was tall and skinny with short white hair that he usually combed backwards. By day, he usually wore a grey suit complete with tie, but in the morning it was a pair of tight-fitting Lululemon athletic pants and a tank top. At night he usually wore a pair of grey sweat pants or just boxer briefs.
I was always aware of the bulge in his boxer briefs and it usually disgusted me; however, it seemed like the moment I turned 18 I no longer cared. In fact, I enjoyed watching his walk around, watching his heavy family jewels shift side to side. It made me wet. I was still a virgin at 18 and had no prospects and no access to any substantial masturbation tools, but when I did masturbate my mind went from my faithful fantasy of Chris Brown and his long shlong to my dad and what I would bet my life on was a weapon of mass destruction.
Every morning I would meet dad down in the gym. I ran on the elliptical machine while he lifted weights, but at least once a week he's do cardio next to me and we chatted the entire time. It was the usual fatherly questions like: did I have a boyfriend, how was I liking school, how were my new friends, what I was going to do after high school. I didn't mind the 101 questions because I was mesmerized by his masculine voice. It was sexy, like the rest of him.
Today was Sunday and my mother was out with her sisters and my grandmother for their weekly brunch. Dad and I had just finished working out and I changed into a two piece bikini to relax in the hot tub that exited off the gym. I was in there for five minutes enjoying the hot water and bubbles, and hornier than ever, before my dad entered the room. He was wearing a pair of red box-cut speedos which made my jaw drop. He couldn't have looked sexier. The pouch in the front was certainly filled to the point of breaking. I could see his soft penis, long and resting on top of a pair of apparently large balls. My body became flushed and I literally orgasmed right then.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, stepping into the churning waters.
Still recovering from the spontaneous orgasm, I sputtered, "yeah, sure."
We continued chatting, now about the business he was starting. He was going to be investing other people's money in the stock market now, which was in addition to his own investments and in addition to the property flipping business he started last year. I became aware that his eyes were constantly resting on my ample-sized cleavage held tentatively by last summer's bikini top. I was a full double B now. I made eye contact with him and he smiled.
Then, after a couple minutes, he stood up and exited the hot tub but not before I caught a side profile of a rather large, erected penis straining against the material of his speedo. He quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and said, "That's enough for today, I am still hot from my work out." He left the room.
I waited a couple minutes before following. I stopped at my parent's bedroom door and listened. I could hear my dad moaning. I was pretty sure he was masturbating and I wanted desperately to open the door, crawl onto the bed and sit right onto his manhood and ride him until we both orgasmed. Instead, I continued to my own room where I let my fingers bring me to climax no less than three times to my dad's face.
The rest of the day went by quickly. Mom came back in the early afternoon just to make dinner, watch TV for five hours and go to bed. Usually dad stayed up long but tonight he followed mom. I suspected why, too. Dad kept ogling me the entire night. I kept staring at the bulge in his blue boxer briefs. He was so hard that his penis made its way down this let and was sticking out a good two or three inches out of the bottom of his boxer briefs. Our eyes met a couple times and once he even squeezed his rock solid dick, I could see pre-cum oozing onto his leg.
I waited ten minutes then walked toward my parent's bedroom where I found the door open a crack. I peaked in to see dad rolling a condom onto what can only be described as a can of pledge. It was at least 10 inches long and very fat.
"I hate wearing condoms," my dad groaned.
To which my mom responded, "Well, it's the only way you're going to get any tonight. I am on my period and I don't want to get pregnant."
Followed by dad saying, "I hate this band too, they are so dry."
"Well, I am allergic to that spermicide they put in the regular ones. You'll have to deal big boy. You want to fuck me?"
Dad just climbed onto my mother and I started in amazement as he pushed his pledge can into my mom's hairy vagina. He sank in all the way to his softball-sized ball sack. "Ugh," they both let out.
I watch dad fuck my mom for 15 minutes. I watched him pulled this his huge gorgeous cock out then thrust back in. I was mesmerized by the way his balls moved, I could see each ball bouncing inside his sack while the sack itself kept smacking into my mother's ass. Finally he shoved hard and roared. I came with him.
He rolled off my mom, who was already pulling the covers over her, and looked directly at me before getting up off the bed, his long cock dangling between his legs with a over-filled condom still fitted tightly over his penis. He walked into the bathroom and immediately returned, turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed.
With the show over, I decided to return to my own bed but has I passed the door to my parent's bathroom, the one that exits to the main hall, I noticed the door was now wide open. I went in. Sitting underneath the nightlight was dad's condom filled with what looked to me a quarter cup of his spunk.
Still incredibly horny, I quickly picked it up and ran back to my room. It was still warm. I retrieved a sample with my finger and placed it in my mouth. It was salty but tasted great. I fingered myself while doing this. I was just about to dump the whole thing in my mouth then I decided to try something else. I spread my legs wide, placed a pillow under my lower back, and held my pussy lips open as much as I could before shoving the condom into my snatch, open end first. With both hand, I squeeze the contents into my steaming hole. Then I masturbated like I never have before. I climaxed over and over. My cum was mixing with daddy's. It was so hot.
