My Adventures with Mom and Dad, part 1

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I had been a bit of a voyeur for a while. I had gone through my parents’ room and computer, and had done the same at houses where I was babysitting. As a result of all this snooping I had found toys, sexy outfits and lots of porn, but my biggest discovery I only made when I was twenty-one and already living in a student dorm. My parents were on holiday, and I was asked to stay at their place. Water the plants, feed the cat, that sort of stuff. Being a good girl, that’s what I did. While there I spent my time studying, watching TV, playing with the cat a little, pretty boring stuff. I went out with friends as often as I could without neglecting my duties. One evening though, none of my friends were going out so I was left bored. As idle hands tend to wander, I found myself sitting in front of the telly, but not actually watching it, while one of my hands was inside my panties, teasing me.’You know what?’ I thought, ‘let’s do this like I used to’, and I went upstairs, to my parents’ room. I found my mom’s stuff where she always keeps it. The drawer next to her side of the bed was filled with a variety of stimulants. Dildos, vibrators, long, short, finger-mounted, egg-shaped. I had known about this stash for a long time. Let’s just say that during my sexual awakening I experimented with a lot more than most girls şişli escort bayan did. Occasionally my mom bought new toys, but not this time. So I selected a nice long vibrator I knew I liked, and went on to the closet for an outfit. My mom has quite a selection of outfits especially for the bedroom. A sexy nurse outfit, some catsuits of nylon, fishnet and even one latex, and boots. I always loved to try those out and to look sexy. This time I selected a simple fishnet catsuit. I slipped out of my own clothes and put it on. I should note that back then, I tried to ignore the fact that this stuff belonged to my parents. The clothes and toys themselves turned me on, as did the idea that I was in on this big sexual secret, but that was it. Occasionally the thought of my parents’ using these things did enter my brain, but then I always thought, “No, wrong!” and put it out of my head. Most of the time. As the voyeur in me was a bit disappointed that I had found nothing new, I decided to try my luck at the computer. The last time I had been here I had noticed that since I left the house, my dad had gone sloppy with removing the browser history, and had even started saving porn on the hard drive again. (Something that he had stopped doing after he had caught me looking at stuff he had downloaded mecidiyeköy escort bayan once.) I opened Internet Explorer, and bingo! The last thing they had looked up was some flight info for their trip, but before that: two ladies kissing with very little clothes on. Not the hottest thing I’d discovered, but as a bisexual girl, I approved. I stroked my now-exposed vagina with a finger. I was slightly wet, so I saved the vibrator until I was more into things. Clearly my dad had been on a lesbian-kick shortly before he left, as those were the pictures and movies I found a long list of. I looked through them, getting a little wetter, but nothing really grabbing my eye, until – what kind of site was this? There was a picture of a lady in lingerie and a naked bloke on it, but their heads were blurred out. And the rest of the page… it looked like some sort of resume of the couple pictured… this was some sort of dating site! I had seen the commercials for them on late night television, but never gone to them myself. My heart was already thumping from this discovery, but it went into overdrive when I saw something else: I was logged in on the site. My dad had an account on a sexdating site, and I was logged in on it. For a moment I wondered if I should stop, but my curiosity escort şişli was always going to win that fight. I clicked on the “my profile” button but it didn’t take me to my dad’s account. It took me to the couple account of my mom and dad together! The profile described them perfectly. And the pictures… they had black bars over their eyes, but I recognized them anyway. They had quite a few pics uploaded. Right there on the computer screen was my dad’s erect penis, my mom flashing her tits and her vagina, a close up shot of the previously shown cock in the previously show vagina (holy shit!), and… a perfectly decent holiday snap THAT I TOOK! I felt naughty by association. For a moment I sat there, gaping at the computer. I had stumbled onto something huge! Part of me wanted to know more. Another part of me thought this was blatant invasion of privacy and a bit freaky and wanted to stop. And a final part of me, the part between my legs that I had been teasing for a while now, was begging for more attention. Pulled in different directions I was paralyzed. I just sat there staring, idly drawing my fingers around my vagina, without stimulating myself too much. I don’t know how long I sat there, but eventually I was rudely awakened from my stupor. I nearly had a heart attack when the computer suddenly went PLOONK, and a chat window popped up! I rather panicked, and before I could even read the message I had closed Internet Explorer. My heart still racing, I decided that I had gone too far, and closed the computer. I went to their bedroom to get rid of the vibrator and the outfit, but…

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