+) Chapter 6 Part 1 Dinner and Tension At the dinner table, warm light spilled over the spread of dishes, the aroma of food filling the air.
We sat together, the atmosphere light until Dad’s words cast a sudden heaviness over the room.
Dad set down his chopsticks, let out a soft sigh, and said slowly, “Tomorrow I’m leaving for Westbridge on a business trip.
The task is demanding there’s a project I need to oversee.
I might not be back for several months.” His voice was steady, resolute, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of reluctance and concern.
Mom paused, her hand stilling mid-motion.
Then she asked, “That long?
I thought the work there was already arranged.” Dad nodded.
“It was.
But some issues came up.
Nothing serious.
Still, it’ll be months.
I’ll miss you all.
I’m counting on you to hold things together here.” Ze’s face, once bright with joy, instantly fell.
“Dad, why do you have to go for so long?
Can’t you come back sooner?” Dad gently stroked his head.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to leave either.
But work calls.
When I come back, I’ll bring you so many gifts, okay?” Ze looked heartbroken, but he nodded obediently.
Kevin chimed in, “Uncle, don’t worry.
We’ll take care of things here.” His tone was overly eager, dripping with false sincerity, and it made my skin crawl.
I sat in silence, my emotions tangled.
When Dad was home, he was like an invisible shield.
He couldn’t stop Kevin’s leering, but at least his presence kept the guy in check.
Now, with Dad gone, that protection would vanish.
Kevin’s words “We’ll take care of things” felt so insincere, so loaded with hidden intent.
Who did he mean by “we”?
Him and me?
Or him and Mom?
The thought sent a cold wave of dread through me.
With Dad away, every Saturday morning would leave Mom alone with Kevin and a kid who couldn’t possibly understand danger.
Yes, I’d installed the cameras, but I couldn’t watch them constantly.
And even if I did, some things might escape the lens.
I stole a glance at Kevin.
He wore that same harmless smile.
The more innocent he looked, the more suspicious I felt.
For the next few months, I’d have to stay alert watching him, protecting Mom and Ze.
That night, my mind heavy, I tossed and turned.
Around midnight, I got up for water.
The cold tile shocked my bare feet.
The hallway was pitch black, lit only by a sliver of moonlight from the window.
But as I stepped out, I heard it faint sounds from my parents’ room.
Soft, broken whispers.
Intimate.
Tender.
Punctuated by quiet sighs.
My heart began to race.
The weight in my chest grew heavier, mixed now with a strange, illicit thrill.
Dad was leaving tomorrow.
Maybe tonight… A bold, forbidden thought crashed into my mind.
I had never considered it before.
But I had installed a hidden camera in their room.
It was supposed to be for emergencies evidence if something happened to Mom when I wasn’t home.
I’d never once thought of using it to spy on them.
But now, curiosity and a dark, secret excitement surged through me like wildfire, threatening to burn away all reason.
My palms grew damp.
A storm of emotion excitement, guilt, shame raged inside me.
I knew this was wrong.
Spying on my parents’ private life was immoral, despicable, unforgivable.
But the thought wouldn’t leave.
It wrapped around my mind like a vine, tightening, refusing to let go.
I hesitated.
The cold floor should have grounded me.
But the heat in my chest only grew.
In the end, curiosity shattered my resolve.
I crept back to my room, shut the door.
In the dark, my heavy breathing was the only sound.
My hand trembled as I pulled my phone from the nightstand drawer.
The screen’s glow lit my tense face.
I opened the rarely used app, the one that connected to the home cameras.
The feeds from the living room and Kevin’s room were dark.
My fingers stiff, I swiped to the bedroom feed.
I took a deep breath, forcing calm.
My eyes locked onto the screen.
My heart pounded like a drum, threatening to burst from my chest.
The house was silent.
Only the live feed and my ragged breath broke the stillness.
I knew what might come next.
A private scene something I’d never seen, something meant only for my parents.
And I was about to become its silent witness.
On the screen, Mom lay in a silk nightgown.
The straps had slipped off her shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin and delicate collarbones.
The neckline hung open, hinting at the soft curves beneath.
Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath.
Her long, glossy hair spilled across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, adding to her allure.
“Enough talk,” she whispered, her pink lips parting near Dad’s ear.
“You’re leaving tomorrow.
No slacking tonight, mister~” Her voice was soft, breathy.
Her eyes were hazy with desire, a mix of anticipation and shy excitement.
Dad chuckled.
“Yes, ma’am!” He stroked her hair, his voice thick with affection and lust.
I held my breath, watching the scene unfold on the tiny screen.
My heart raced.
My body warmed.
On the bed, their bodies entwined in passion.
Mom’s stunning figure her pale, plump body radiating the unique charm of a married woman twisted and arched.
Beneath the nightgown, her long legs were still clad in sheer nude lace-top stockings.
The smooth nylon contrasted sharply with Dad’s rough skin.
Her painted toes trembled with each movement, curling in pleasure, leaving faint, erotic marks on his back.
Her body writhed sensually.
Her full, soft hips rose to meet Dad’s thrusts.
Her pussy was already soaked, thick juices streaming down her inner thighs, soaking the sheets and the tops of her stockings.
Her stocking-clad legs wrapped tightly around his waist, tensing with each deep penetration.
The stockings shimmered under the dim light, glowing with temptation.
“Mmmhnn… Michael… so… so good…” Mom’s elegant face was flushed, her eyes glazed, her red lips parted.
Moans spilled from her mouth, raw, uninhibited.
The full, mature beauty of a wife in heat was on full display.
Her slender waist twisted, forming a perfect curve with her full hips.
Her silk-covered feet rubbed against Dad’s back, toes curling in ecstasy.
Every motion dripped with seduction.
Her calf muscles tightened, the sleek lines visible through the thin nylon.
Every inch of her skin pulsed with the allure of a beautiful wife her delicate frame, smooth skin, and sensual movements driving a man wild.
Her legs, wrapped in stockings, were especially hypnotic, swaying with each thrust, the soft friction of nylon against skin echoing in the room.
Her moans grew faster.
Her full, supple breasts bounced wildly, her pink nipples stiff in the air.
Her pussy pulsed, gushing more slick fluid, soaking the lace edges of her stockings.
Her long legs clamped around Dad’s waist, toes stiff with pleasure, the tips of her stockings stretched nearly transparent.
Her round, plump breasts jiggled with every movement, waves of flesh rippling through them.
Dad buried his face between them, sucking greedily at her pink nipples and the soft white mounds around them.
“Victoria… your big tits taste so good… Does Daddy’s licking feel good?” Dad murmured between sucks, his hands kneading her soft, bouncy breasts, savouring their elastic give.