Father wanted to have sex.

The summer was hot. I was about to turn nineteen in a couple of months. I often sunbathed naked in the garden back then. Actually, I grew up in a nudist family. Since childhood, I went to the bathhouse with my parents. So, I was comfortable with the sight of nudity. My father also often walked around naked in front of me in the summer. I even saw his erect penis quite frequently. But usually, in such moments, he preferred to immediately go off alone with my mother and fuck her good. Sometimes his desire arose spontaneously. You're just lying next to a person. His dick seems to be lying there, and a minute later you look, and he already has a hard-on. The man wanted to fuck.

Was I a witness

to their sex? I was, and more than once, even since my school years. But usually, it didn't interest me as a rule. Yes, I saw that my father often fucked my mother. But usually, I didn't care. There was no envy.

The story described in this tale is probably more of an accident than something done on purpose. There is and was no incest in our family. My father never touched me. And with my mom, we often sunbathed naked or washed together in the shower or bathhouse, but we did it like best friends.

This incident happened in the bathhouse, which we visited every Saturday. My mom and I usually washed each other in front of my father, and he was fine with it. But that time, I suddenly saw that he had an erection and was watching as my mother soaped up my large breasts, which at my eighteen years old were a size four.

I admit, I suddenly became scared. No. It was an indescribable fear. Specifically, the fear that I was superfluous here. The exact same fear I felt when I went to the bathhouse with my parents for the first time as a little six-year-old. I was afraid that my parents would have sex in front of me, and I would have to watch it.

But now I'm eighteen. I've been going to the bathhouse with my parents for many years, and we were never embarrassed by anything. It's just washing. But this time, there was something special in the atmosphere.

I looked towards my father again and saw him standing in the middle of the bathhouse, watching us. His penis was hard. The glans was small but beautiful.

I lightly poked my mother in the shoulder with my fingers and pointed towards my father. My mother looked and, smiling, said:

— Your father is a man first and foremost.

Meanwhile, my father approached us. He wasn't touching his penis. You could immediately tell the man wasn't used to jerking off or maybe never jerked off at all. My mom, right in front of me, took his penis in her hand and kissed it. Then she looked at me:

— Do you want to take it in your mouth?

I looked at her in surprise.

— Don't be afraid. He won't cum. He takes a long time to cum.

I was still feeling intense fear.

— Don't be afraid. Kiss his glans.

I finally decided and, taking my father's penis at the base with my palm, touched my lips to its head. I licked it with my tongue and took a little of it into my mouth. I began to tickle it with my tongue.

— Good girl, daughter. Your first time, right?

I looked at my mother but continued licking my father's glans. I was scared and, on one hand, wanted to continue, but on the other hand, wished this wasn't happening at all.

My mother watched this with pleasure and also began touching my father's erect penis with her tongue.

— Well, now let's fuck, and let our daughter see how a real man handles a woman.

Saying this, my father took my mother by the waist, turned her towards him, and bent her over. Then, taking his penis in his hand, he brought its head to my mom's hole and inserted it completely into her. My mother moaned. My father began working his penis into her pussy with a calm face, occasionally groaning. My mother, however, moaned loudly and continuously. Her large breasts, like two pears, dangled below and trembled with each thrust.

I stood and watched all this, holding my breath.

This continued for about ten minutes, after which my father pulled out his penis and started jerking it off. My mom straightened up and knelt in front of my father, and he groaned loudly. My mother brought her open mouth to the head of my father's penis, and a second later, a powerful stream of semen shot out from the glans right into her mouth. She kept her mouth open until my father's penis stopped spurting semen. After that, taking a big gulp, she licked the head with her tongue and, smiling, rubbed her cheeks against it.

My father's penis began to soften. Dad himself smiled blissfully, as did Mom.

I was, of course, still in mild shock, but my parents quickly brought me to my senses, saying that when I get married, I'll also have to satisfy my husband.

That incident in the bathhouse was quickly forgotten. No one spoke of it. My father died a few years later. I was left alone with my mom, and there was no more talk of that incident, as if it never happened.