I was on the way home for Christmas break.
Three weeks away from college, but not really a break, instead I had so much work to do, assignments and reading, that it was merely a continuation of the school year.
My parents will be going away for a few weeks and they asked if I could look after the family home while they were away.
Usually, it would be my older brother or sister that would be keeping an eye on the place, but they were also going to be away at the time so the favor was asked of me.
I was looking forward to coming back home. Familiar sights, old friends and seeing my family.
As I drove into the driveway, I saw dad packing some suit cases into his car and mum was just walking out the door with a few bags in her hands.
She spotted me straight away and made a gesture to my father to look up. They both had big smiles on their faces as they approached my car. It was always good to see them and they made me feel so special with hugs and kisses and as though we had not seen each other for years, even though I was here only six weeks ago for my father's 50th birthday.
"Thanks for coming to look after the place, Paul" my father said. "We realise that you probably had other plans, so really, really thank-you".
"Come on guys, you know that I don't mind helping out. To think of it, I think that you are doing me the favor. I have a great deal of work to do for next semester and being alone with no distractions will allow me to get a lot done."
"Oh, isn't he sweet," my mother said while placing her hands on my cheeks. "We're doing him a favor. Of course, we are. That's what parents are for." Isn't that right, dear?"
My father just grunted.
She gave me a peck on the nose and continued with packing the car.
My parents left shortly after lunch. They were offered airplane tickets, but they decided to drive. They were going to a mountain retreat resort, five hours away, to attend a seminar for mom's work. Dad tagged along, which he does from time to time and even though the seminar was for three days, my parents decided to stay a little longer and make a holiday of it.
Why not, I thought to myself. Now that all the kids were away from home, it was time to enjoy themselves.
I was alone and had the house to myself. First things first, I called a few friends to let them know that I was back in town for a few weeks and that we should catch up. There is no time better than the present and we all agreed to meet up for a catch up and a few drinks immediately.
We drank, chatted, laughed and generally had a great old time. We decided to do this again in a few days. Already looking forward to it.
Back at home and in my old bedroom, I decided not to study tonight. I'll would begin tomorrow morning.
Tonight, it would be about relaxing, maybe a little internet surfing, definitely watch some porn and possibly end the day with a good wank.
My interest in porn has always been varied. Over the last year I have been fascinated with amateur home porn. Real people having a good fuck and suck in their own homes. My favorite is a woman being double penetrated by her husband and another guy.
Wow! I just cannot believe that people are out there that do such things. It was such a big turn on. Imagine a guy asking his friend to come over so they can fuck his wife, together, at the same time.
A few months ago, while surfing the net, I came upon a clip that showed a woman being double penetrated with the caption, 'mom fucked by her husband and son'.
The clip was very well done. The video, lighting and audio were all good and as far as I could tell there were four camera positions. It was a very well thought out. The scenes faded in and out from the four cameras with great effect.
What caught my interest in this clip was not only the video and audio quality or the moans and groans.
It was the subject matter. Incest. So, taboo. A husband and wife inviting a friend over for a threesome was a turn on.
A woman getting double penetrated by her husband and son, was just mind boggling.
Secondly, it was their body language. Their facial expressions and body movements were so genuine and authentic that I could tell that these people were not only enjoying themselves, but this was not the first time they were having sex together.
They seemed relaxed and at ease with each other.
Over the last few months, I have jerked off to this video clip many a times. Sometimes twice or three times in a day.
To hell with it, I thought. I'll just go upstairs and have an afternoon wank to my favorite video.
Nothing relaxes me more than a good wank.
Even before I reached the top of the stairway my cock was fully erect, in anticipation as what was to come.
I entered my room, stripped my clothes off and went to get my laptop.
I reached into the bag and to my surprise it wasn't there.
What the heck? I thought.
I remember triple checking that I had my laptop before I left college.
I took all the contents out and did the same with my other bag.
Nothing.
No laptop.
My hard on had vanished and my clothes were back on.
Did I leave it behind?
Did I lose it during the trip?
Oh! Maybe it's still in the car?
I dashed down to the car and checked all nooks and crannies for fifteen minutes. It was most definitely not there.
Maybe it was inside the house?
Even though I cannot remember getting it out of my bag, I did a search of the rooms that I had been in.
Nothing.
I went back to my bedroom and rechecked my bags and all around the room. No luck. The laptop was nowhere to be found.
Then I realised that all my assignments were backed-up to a cloud server.
Phew! Relief!
All I need to do is access it.
My father, David, has been working from home for as long as I can remember. He was involved with video production and he has an office in the basement. At one stage he also used the other, and bigger, room in the basement for all his video editing equipment. With the advancement of computer hardware and software, he now only needs his personal computer.
I ran down to the basement to my father's office and sure enough there was a PC and two very large screen monitors on his desk.
Checking the time, it was just passed 9pm, I knew that my parents would be at the resort and hopefully they would still be awake.
I called my father's mobile phone and it was my mother that answered it. "Hey, hon. Everything OK?"
"Yes, Mom. All is fine, except that I seem to have lost or misplaced my laptop."
"Did you check in your car?"
"Yes, I did," I informed her.
"How about in your room or in your bags?"
"Checked both. Nothing. It should be OK, though, because all my work is backed up onto a cloud server. All I need is a computer to access it. Is Dad around? I was hoping to use his PC until I can figure out where my laptop is."
"He's in the shower. Shouldn't be too long. Oh! Here he is now."
She had taken the phone away from her mouth, but I could still hear what she was saying.
"Paul has misplaced his laptop and he was wondering if he can use the computer in your study."