****** Porno Tape Parents by Ooz ******
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Porno Tape Parents


For a long time I really hated my tits. By the time I was only thirteen my tits
were bigger than my mom's, and I KNEW she hated it as much as I did. I guess I
inherited my big tits from my father's side of the family. Grandma Beth had a
great body, and my dad's sisters also were very well endowed. So . . . here I
was in the 8th grade wearing a 34C bra already, pissing off my mother and
turning on my teachers and classmates.

I felt like a freak. I really did. The boys used to call me all kinds of nasty
nicknames, like "Jenny the Body," and "Superslut," and "Jigglejugs." They'd say
stuff like, "hey Jenny, can we use one of your boobs . . . we lost our
football." Nasty stuff like that, even though I did everything I could to hide
them.

My teachers weren't much better. Mr. Roberts used to glare at my tits all the
time in class, and my gym teacher, an old dyke named Ms. Powers, used to always
try to find a way to peek at me in the showers after class. Even our principal,
Mr. Drake, seemed to sneak glances at my tits, and at home Mom made me feel
like it was my fault my tits were bigger than hers. It was so obvious she was
jealous, but what could I do about it.

As I grew older, however, things began to change. I said I hated my tits which
I did, for a long time, but I didn't forever. By the time I reached high school
I had sprouted up a couple of inches in height, and my tits had grown another
bra cup size, to 36D. Also, by that time I had discovered masturbation, and sex
on the Internet, due to the generosity of my folks letting me have a PC in my
room. Fortunately for me, one rule in our house was no one ever entered another
person's bedroom if the door was closed. Therefore I was able to spend hours
looking at pictures of people fucking and sucking, and I began to appreciate
the gift God had given me in these big boobs of mine. It also helped that I was
an only child and didn't have to share with a brother or sister.

Then one day I made a startling discovery. I was sixteen, and home alone for
the weekend while my folks were away on a golfing vacation with friends of
theirs. Friends, I was shocked to learn, were VERY close, in more ways then
one. To this day I don't know what made me do it, but on impulse, out of
curiosity I guess, not knowing what I'd find, and a little bored, I went into
my parents room and began looking through their furniture and closets. Way back
in the corner of my father's closet, under some old Penthouse magazines, I
found three videotapes. I recognized immediately that they were not commercial
tapes. Labeled innocently enough with titles like, "Beach with Kerr's and
others," and, "Mountain vacation with Dunn's," I thought back to the times I'd
been left home with a sitter while my parents went on those vacations. Now I
was curious, and anxious to watch the tapes. I wanted to see what made the
tapes so secret they were hidden in the back of Dad's closet.

When I loaded the first tape in the family room VCR, I found myself wondering
if I was doing the right thing. Something seemed to warn me not to do this, yet
I was too curious by then to turn back.

The beginning of the first tape, the "Mountain vacation" tape, started
innocently enough. Dad was filming Mom and the Dunn's getting out of their car
in front of this neat cabin overlooking a beautiful view of the Colorado
Rockies. The video showed some spectacular scenery for a while, then jumped to
an indoor scene. From that point on, I was in shock.

The first scene after the mountains was shot using lighting from the lamps
inside the cabin. It was after dark when the scene began, and the first thing I
saw was Mom walking out of a bedroom wearing nothing but a thin negligee. Her
tits, while not as large as mine, are still a respectable 34B, and every bit of
what she has could clearly be seen under the transparent nightie as she pranced
around the room, flaunting her body like a stripper. I felt an instant flooding
in my pussy, and without thinking about what I was doing, I found my fingers
creeping inside my panties, and into my cunt.

As the camera captured my mother's slutty and sultry dance - some sexy music
was coming from somewhere in the room - she was suddenly joined by Mr. Dunn. He
was wearing only boxer shorts, and as they embraced his hand went up to my
mother's breasts and started fondling them. Then they kissed, and I had my
first orgasm while watching my mother reaching inside Mr. Dunn's shorts to
fondle his cock.

I shut off the VCR and removed the tape. My cunt was dripping, and as I went
upstairs to my bedroom I knew I was going to have an incredibly exciting
weekend. I loaded the tape into my VCR, but didn't start it yet. Instead I
stripped, then went into my dresser to get my vibrator and the small jar of KY
jelly I like to use on my cunt when masturbating. I took time out to pee, then
returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed, the remote control next to me. I
brought a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and lay it next to me. Finally
ready to start watching the video again, I pushed the PLAY button on the VCR
and began slowly masturbating.

As I watched, with the vibrator buzzing gently against my clit, I saw my mother
sink slowly to her knees. With Mr. Dunn's cock still in her hand, Mom leaned
forward and slowly began sucking it. By now I was so fucking hot I was coming
continuously. My orgasms crashed into me, one after the other, as I watched Mr.
Dunn lift Mom up from her knees, then drop to his. He tugged on Mom's panties,
removing them, and then he led her over to a sofa near the fireplace. I heard
the flames crackling in the fireplace, and the music was still playing in the
background, but no one was saying anything as Mr. Dunn positioned Mom onto her
back. Mom looked at the camera, raised one leg and draped it across the top of
the sofa while spreading her thighs apart. Then, as clear as day, she said
something I'll never forget for the rest of my life. In a low, throaty voice,
she said, "Roger, tell him to fuck your slutty wife."

"Do it, Jeff," I heard Dad say. "Fuck her."

And he did. As I watched, Mr. Dunn's huge, rock-hard cock slid slowly inside my
mother's pussy. Mom moaned loudly, turned to the camera, and said, "I love
this, Roger. I love getting FUCKED by another man while you're filming it. And
I love seeing Carol sucking your cock like that while Jeff fucks me."

WHAT? Mrs. Dunn was sucking Daddy's cock!!! And then the film proved it.

"You mean like this?" Daddy's voice said, as the camera panned across the room
and down Daddy's chest. And there she was . . . Mrs. Dunn, sucking Daddy's hard
dick, blowing him, while Mom fucked Mr. Dunn on the sofa across the room from
them.

The orgasm I experienced at that moment was the most intense fucking cum I've
ever had in my life. It was so much more powerful than anything I'd ever
experienced before I literally passed out for a moment. When I awoke, the scene
on the TV had changed. Daddy was fucking Mrs. Dunn now while Mom or Mr. Dunn
was filming them. As soon as my eyes managed to focus on the scene I started
playing with myself again, and when Daddy pulled out and crawled up over Mrs.
Dunn's face to blast his hot cum all over Mrs. Dunn's lips and cheeks, I came
again, and again, and again. I rubbed my poor swollen clit so hard it hurt, and
as the video continued to play out, I was powerless to resist continuing my
furious masturbation until finally, thank GOD, the tape ended.

My body was covered in sweat. I could smell myself, my dripping cunt, my
drenched armpits, and I knew I needed a shower, yet I couldn't make myself get
up and walk into the bathroom. Instead, on shaking legs, I walked to the VCR
and exchanged tapes, inserting the one entitled, "Beach with Kerr's and
others." What I saw on that tape changed my life forever.

This tape, as the last one, began with innocent scenery of a beautiful beach.
Then it, too, ended the outdoor photography and moved indoors. In this tape,
not only were the Dunn's involved, so were Marge and Dan Kerr, and Joan and
Bill Devin. I slowly touched myself as I watched my parents fucking and sucking
the other men and women in the tape, and just when I thought I'd seen it all, I
watched in disbelief as Mom and the other two women began having sex together.
I felt a rush of excitement as I watched my very own mother going down on Carol
Dunn while Joan Devin got behind Mom and ate her pussy as well. From around the
room I heard the husbands encouraging their wives to do nastier and nastier
things, including my own father, and when the women responded, doing what the
men suggested, I found myself coming yet again.

It was incredible! Swinging was one thing, but my own mother engaging in
lesbian sex? This was too much. Wasn't it? Or was it. I began to wonder what it
would feel like to have another girl eat my pussy. And as I observed how
excited my mother was during this scene, I wondered what it would be like to
eat another girl.

I stopped the tape for a moment, and quickly went back into my parent's
bedroom. Rummaging around in Mom's dirty clothes hamper, I found a pair of her
soiled panties. Lifting them to my nose, I inhaled deeply, and the aroma of her
pussy and her stale piss assaulted my senses. Returning to the bedroom, I
crawled back into bed again and restarted the video, holding Mom's panties to
my nose as I watched, sniffing the panties as I masturbated.

By the time the orgy scene was over I had come three times. I was shaking I was
so excited, and when the scene blacked out, I thought I had seen all I was
going to see on that tape. But then the tape began again, and what I saw next
shocked me even more!

It was daytime again, and in the scene a car was approaching the beach house
where Mom and the others were staying. When it stopped behind Dad's car in the
driveway, three people got out. I recognized them immediately, and couldn't
believe my eyes. There, hugging and kissing the six adults, were the Dunn's two
sons, Mark and Bart, and the Kerr's daughter Jill. I knew Jill was my age,
because we are in school together. In fact, so are Mark and Bart, but they're
seniors, a couple of years ahead of Jill and me. Dad continued filming the
scene for a while, and then the video ended again, only to restart under the
same lamplight as the night before. Was this really happening??? Were the KIDS
involved in this, too? As the film continued, I was soon to find out.

Once again the adult women were in sexy negligees, and as the camera panned
across the room toward the door to one of the bedrooms, Jill appeared wearing
nothing but a pair of sexy little bikini panties. Her naked tits were upturned,
perky, and very beautiful, just as Jill is herself. As soon as she entered the
room, she moved over to Mr. Dunn, kneeling in front of him, taking out his
cock, sucking it as the rest of the audience approvingly made encouraging
comments to her. Then the camera panned back quickly, and out came Mark and
Bart. Both were naked, and both were sporting huge erections. Bart moved over
to Mrs. Kerr, while Mark walked over to my mother. Both women began sucking the
boys' cocks, and by then I was a drooling, dribbling idiot I was masturbating
so hard.

The camera returned to Jill just in time to capture on film the eruption of Mr.
Dunn's cock. As it continued to gush cum all over her face Jill moaned and
wiped the cock all over her face, masturbating it as Mr. Dunn groaned and
offered thanks to his young cocksucker. And then came yet another scene that
shocked me further. Jill crawled on her knees over in front of her father, Mr.
Kerr, and with a nasty grin on her face, took her own father's cock in her hand
and began sucking on it as well.

The moment Jill began sucking her father's cock I felt an instantaneous desire
to do the same thing with my own father. God, Daddy has a beautiful cock . . .
he's handsome, loving, caring, and spoils me rotten. He was the greatest guy in
the world, and if Jill could suck her dad's dick, which my father and mother
seemed to accept, why the hell wouldn't they let me suck my Dad's cock, too.
And after what I'd seen that day on the tapes, maybe Mom would even enjoy
having sex with me.

As I watched the tape continue, watching as my dad fucked . . . yes, that's
right, FUCKED Jill, a girl my very own age, I knew immediately I had to put a
plan in place to make it happen for me as well. I also knew I COULD make it
happen, and vowed to myself that I would.

The rest of the weekend was spent in my bedroom masturbating, watching the
tapes over and over again, wallowing in one orgasm after another, only leaving
my bed long enough to eat an occasional meal or to go to the bathroom. I
showered a couple of times, but whenever I came back into my room the scent of
aroused pussy on my sheets was so strong it smelled like a whorehouse. Still, I
couldn't stop, nor did I wish to.

On Sunday night when Mom and Dad finally got home, I was waiting for them
wearing only my bathrobe, explaining that I'd just gotten out of the shower (I
hadn't). Mom and Dad came in looking rested, especially Mom, who as I studied
her seemed positively bubbling with good cheer.

"So what did you guys do all weekend?" I asked casually. "Who did you say you
went with again?"

"The Kerr's and the Dunn's," Mom said. "And Mark and Bart joined us for a round
of golf yesterday. They're both terrific golfers," Mom said innocently. Liar!

"Jill's pretty good, too," Dad added, explaining that she, too, had come up
with Mark and Bart - " for golf." Yeah, sure. Bedroom golf, maybe, using all
the men's balls and her holes.

"When did those guys get there?" I asked.

"Oh . . . Saturday afternoon," Mom said innocently. "Around 2:00 or so, I
think, wasn't it, Roger?"

"Hm, yes, I think sometime around then," Dad said.

"Where'd they sleep?" I inquired. "Were there enough bedrooms for everybody?"

Mom looked sheepishly at Dad, and said, "Ah, sure. Yes. There were."

"How you shoot, Dad?" I asked.

"Shoot?" he said, puzzled. "Oh . . . fine, baby. Just fine. I had an 82 on
Saturday and an 86 today."

"Did you get to take any good videotape? Of the courses?" I teased. "You took
the camcorder, right? That's the last thing you put in the car Friday night,
right?"

"Yes, I guess it was," Dad mumbled, seeming nervous.

"Let's watch the tape then, okay? I'd love to see the video," I said, picking
up the camcorder case where Dad had placed it near the door.

"NO!" Mom practically shouted. "I . . . I mean . . . it . . . it's not a very
good tape, honey. The . . . the lighting wasn't very good. Was it Roger?"

"Ah, no. Not good at all. The tape came out lousy, honey. Not much to see
anyway," Dad said.

"That's okay. I'd still like to see it anyway, since I didn't get to go on the
trip with you, and Jill and Mark and Bart did," I persisted. "I'll set it up
while you guys get a drink. You must be thirsty. Aren't you?"

"Roger DO something!" Mom said, clearly panicked.

"Honey . . . you . . . you can't see the tape. It really didn't come out good
at all," Dad said.

"Oh Daddy," I teased, snuggling up to my father, putting my arms around him. "I
bet it came out as good as the tapes of your vacation at the beach with the
Dunn's and Kerr's and the mountain tape at the cabin. Didn't it?" I said
innocently.

"WHAT?" Daddy gasped.

"Well didn't you take tapes of those vacations, too?" I asked. "They came out
all right, didn't they? I never got to see those, either. Can we watch them,
too? I'd love to see them and I never have. Okay, Mom?"

My mother was ashen. Her face had gone from a healthy tanned bronze color to
almost white. Dad looked just as panicked, so I decided to put them out of
their misery.

"Oh shit, Daddy. Don't worry! I found the tapes of those vacations, and have
been watching them all weekend. You really suck cock good, Mom. And Daddy, Jill
sure does seem to love your cock. I'm your own daughter, and you could at least
share it with me, too, and not just fuck my classmate. Don't you think?"

Mom and Dad looked like I just threw up all over them. Mother was actually
shaking, and as I continued to hug Daddy, I saw him begin to sweat.

"What the HELL were you doing snooping around in our bedroom, Jennifer?" Mom
shrieked.

"What the HELL are you doing FUCKING Mark and Bart and EATING Mrs. Dunn and
Mrs. Kerr, mother?" I shouted back, destroying her confidence. She began to
shake, badly, then began to cry. Suddenly I wanted to comfort her. Walking over
to her, I took her in my arms and hugged her, telling her not to worry, saying
it was okay. "In fact, the tapes made me so hot I've been masturbating all
weekend, Mom," I said. "You're a hot slut when you get going, aren't you?"

"Oh God, Jen," Mom said, looking at me to see if I was really okay with all
this. "You must think your parents are awful."

"No . . . I think my parents are HOT! God, Mom. You guys are the best looking
of all your friends." Then, pausing, I added, "Although Mark and Bart are
pretty hot, too, right Mom? Especially in that one scene where they took turns
fucking you."

"Oh God!" Mom sighed, grinning devilishly at my father. Then she said, "Yes!
They are 'pretty hot' baby. Especially when taking turns fucking me. Oh DAMN
it! I never intended for you to see those tapes, darling. I don't want you
thinking your mother is a slut, even if I am one. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT,
ROGER. I TOLD you to get rid of those damn tapes!"

"Why?" I asked. "I told you. I think it's great. In fact, Mother dear . . . if
you'll let me, I'd like to join your little fuck group, too. Do you think this
would qualify me, Daddy?" I asked, opening my robe, turning toward my dad,
letting him see my full, naked breasts and my shapely body.

"God, Jenny . . . you're . . . you're gorgeous," Daddy said, swallowing as he
stared at my tits.

"Then why don't you do something about it, Daddy," I said, walking slowly over
to my father, standing directly in front of him as he practically drooled all
over my tits. I noticed a slight movement in his shorts, and since neither of
my parents moved, or spoke, I slowly reached out and grasped Daddy's cock.

"Oh God," Daddy moaned, as I sank slowly to my knees in front of him. Then,
still hearing no protest, I unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. It was
beautiful, just as I knew it would be from looking at it all weekend in the
videos.

"I love it, Daddy," I moaned, leaning forward, taking it into my mouth.

"Oh God, Roger, that's so hot!" Mom moaned. I turned my head to look at her
without removing my mouth from Daddy's cock, giving her an even better view,
and as I watched, she began removing her blouse, then her bra, and then her
skirt and panties.

I stopped sucking Daddy and got up, walking over to Mom, taking the panties
from her hand. "I used a pair of your dirty panties all weekend, Mom. Sniffing
them. Licking them. Tasting them. Like this. I came so many fucking times
watching you eating all that pussy, Mom. I was jealous. Especially when you ate
Jill, and when Daddy fucked her. I wanted to be her, Mom. I wanted to be Jill.
Can I? Will you do that to me, too, Mom? Will you suck my cunt and let Daddy
fuck me? Please?" I cooed.

"Oh BABY, yes yes yes!" Mom groaned, dropping to the floor in front of me,
burying her face in my freshly showered pussy. As she ate me I felt my knees
buckling, and then Daddy was there, behind me, holding me from behind as he
wrapped his arms about my body, fondling my tits. I felt his cock pushing
against my ass, and I leaned forward slightly to allow his hot dick to slid
into my cunt from behind."

"Oh God yes, Roger, fuck her. FUCK HERRRRR!" Mom screamed, taking Daddy's cock
in her hand, feeding it into my wet pussy.

"Oh DADDYYYYY!" I cried out, feeling my father entering me for the first time,
his cock thick and hot inside my cunt. I was getting fucked, for, believe it or
not, the very first time, and it was my own father who was doing it to me.
Fortunately there wasn't any blood involved, because I'd broken my cherry
myself, months earlier, masturbating with my dildo and vibrator, but still,
Daddy's cock was a lot bigger than my dildo and vibrators, and it felt
incredibly wonderful, especially since Mom was licking my swollen clit while
Daddy fucked me.

"Oh God, baby, I'm . . . I'm going to come," Daddy moaned. Quickly I pushed Mom
out of the way, pulled away from Daddy, then turned and dropped to my knees in
front of him, grabbing his twitching cock just in time to direct the spray of
hot cum all over my face. I came when Daddy did, and with every new spurt of
cum that splashed onto my face I came again... and again... and again, as Daddy
continued coating me with sticky sperm.

Finally it was over, and arm and arm we all went upstairs toward their bedroom
where we showered together before climbing into bed as a threesome. Daddy
fucked me a couple more times that night, and Mom and I sixty-nined. My first
taste of pussy was as exciting as I knew it would be, and as I finally fell
asleep I knew, absolutely, that my life was going to be much more exciting from
that day on, which it was. When I get time I'll tell you about what I did when
Mom and Dad invited their friends over for my "cuming" out party. God what a
hot orgy that was, especially when Mark and Bart joined in. I was the center of
attention, and unless you've ever been in a situation like that, you have no
idea how exciting it can be. For now, I'll let you imagine it until I have time
to tell you about it, but believe me, you're going to enjoy hearing about it. I
think. Won't you???

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