A family obsession.

I had moved out of home and into the University dorm. It was a shock at first. I had to fix my own meals, clean the apartment and wash and iron my own clothes. But I worked it out. But I missed my parents and would go back home on Saturdays to have lunch with my parents and make them laugh as I told them how difficult life was. “Oh you poor dear” my dad would say sarcastically.

It was a Wednesday when one of my tutors got sick. I was sitting in my dorm and decided to go home and con my parents into inviting me for dinner. It was about 7pm when I arrived. I realised I had forgotten my key. I tried the front door but it was locked of course. I wandered around the back to see if the back door was locked. As I walked past the lounge room window I glanced in and stopped dead in my tracks. I stood wide-eyed. Shocked to my very core. Dad was naked and sitting on the couch. Mum was on her hands and knees sucking his cock but what really shocked me was that our Rottweiler Barney was on top of mum. Dad had his eyes closed and didn’t see me. I could hear mum’s muffled moans so it did not take a genius to know what the dog was doing.

I quickly turned around and left and went back to the dorm. I sat there trying to forget what I saw but it was too late. That image was permanently burned into my brain. My head was spinning. I had often wondered why we had such a large dog and now I knew. Shit, my parents were into animal sex. I couldn’t believe it. How could they? I don’t know how long I sat there trying to digest what I had seen. Finally I went and had a shower. In bed I couldn’t sleep. I began to realise that what I saw actually turned me on. In the end, to relax, I masturbated while the whole scene replayed in my head. Barney had, on several occasions, pushed his nose under my shirt. I just laughed and pushed him away. Was he signalling he wanted a piece of me? My God, was he wanting to fuck me?

I rang on Saturday and told my father I had a special tutorial on Saturday so I wouldn’t be over. The truth was I didn’t know how to face them with what I knew. Even talking to dad make me remember his lustful smile and his naked body as my mother performed oral sex on him. I found myself turned on by the image. “Stop it” I said to myself “he is your father”. But at that moment he was a man enjoying sex and after hanging up I again masturbated. After the pleasure of my orgasm faded I felt shame. How could I not be ashamed for the lust I felt? How could I rid myself of these terrible thoughts? I decided I had to face my parents with what I saw.