Enjoying the Alone Time

"No honey, not now, I'm not in the mood." Amber heard her mother's voice as she peeked slowly around the corner. There they both were in the living room. Everything was totally normal! She was just about to step around the corner when she had to stifle a gasp. Her father had walked right up to her mother and pushed her down on to the couch!

"C'mon baby, I said I wanna do it, I know you're in the mood to fuck, so let's quit wasting time." He grabbed her hair roughly as he unzipped his pants. What the fuck is going on? Amber thought. Should I step in? Is mom in trouble? Her mind flashed back to her walk down the street, with the car trailing her, and then to what she had imagined happening to her when the guys got ahold of her. She gulped as a flash of arousal tore through her body. Maybe I'll just wait and see if everything is okay first... she told herself, eyes locked onto the fly of her father's pants.

Stephen dragged her mother down to her knees, ignoring her yelp of pain "Stephen, no, not now I don't want to--" she was cut off with a gagging sound as he fished out his cock and thrust it into her throat. "I know you like this baby, you like it when I take what I want..." Amber barely recognized her father's voice as it dropped to a hoarse whisper. She had never seen him like this. So strong, so commanding, so... dark.

Amber shook her head slightly to clear it, as she tore her eyes from her mother getting skull-fucked, from her tits jiggling wildly in her shirt, from her mother's increasingly light protests... well, maybe she didn't actually stop looking. It was just... intoxicating. With a flash of realization, Amber focused. Just like had happened in the church, she saw colors spring up within her mother and father. Her mother was glowing softly, but with a muted light, as though a foggy piece of glass were covering it. As Amber watched, the foggy effect seemed to get thicker by the second, as her mother placed her hands on Stephen's hips and began to earnestly bob her head in time with his thrusts.

Her father on the other hand, had no light at all. He seemed to be a dull grey, but as Amber watched, a small nuggets of blackness seemed to be pulsing at his heart, flaring to life with each thrust. She quickly glanced at her hands. She wasn't touching them, was she influencing them from afar? Or was something else going on? She lifted her foot to take a step forward, but froze.

Her father pulled his cock out of Veronica, pushing her face off of him as she leaned forward to take in more. "Get off, bitch." He said as he ripped open her shirt. Amber covered her mouth to keep from screaming with surprise as a button flew across the room and skittered over the floor past her.

"Oh my goodness baby you've never taken control like this!" Her mother gasped, her breasts heaving as she used her hands to press her enormous tits together. "I love when a man knows how to show a woman what she wants." She said, slowly spreading her legs. Amber couldn't see from this angle perfectly, but from the way her father's eyes lit up she could tell that her mother's skirt wasn't covering much anymore.

"Yes, what a good bitch." Stephen snapped his fingers, and Amber watched the dark bubble in his heart flare again. "Kneel on the couch, I'm going to fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are."

Amber moaned softly to herself as she watched her mother climb up ono the couch and stick her ass out. Her chest was hanging naked over the edge, and Amber could see her mother's face, completely flushed with arousal. She watched as her father approached her mother's ass and slowly probed into her with his cock. Amber licked her lips as she watched he father's cock enter her mother. Amber's fingers slowly circled her clit as she desperately held back another moan. When had she started touching herself? It didn't matter. This was so fucking hot.

Amber saw her own darkness flaring as she watched the two begin to fuck. Each thrust seemed so deviant, so cruel from her father, and her mother's submission was so unnaturally permissive. Each time their darkness pulsed it touched her mind with pleasure as equally as each perverse thrust aroused her.

As the sound of slapping skin and open moaning filled the room, Amber gave up all pretense of stopping this from happening. She wanted this. She wanted to be here, to watch. To watch her parents fuck. She wanted to watch her mother's gorgeous body get pounded by her father's beautiful cock. She wanted to see her mother's flushed face twisted in pain and ecstasy as her father cruelly pounded and slapped her. She released herself to enjoy, and let her darkness feed.

Her mother's light was almost wholly gone now, and her father's nugget of darkness had spread over his limbs and began to send tendrils up to his mind. Her own seemed t cover her body like a cloak. She knew she should probably be worried. After all, she didn't understand what it was, what was happening, what it meant... but it felt so good. She LIKED seeing it take the three of them over. It felt right. Or rather, wrong -- but the kind of wrong that was more worth it than being right ever was.

As her father's mind was tainted with the darkness, he opened his mouth and spoke: "You're such a **** little slut, getting fucked in the living room, aren't you?"

Her mother responded almost instantly, her light completely fogged out. "Yes, yes Daddy I'm a **** little whore!"

"You wouldn't stop me fucking you right now, would you?"

"No, no I wouldn't stop you for anything!"

"Even if food were burning?"

"We can order take out, just keep fucking me!"

"Even if there were visitors at the door?"

"The can come back later, I'm busy getting fucked!"

Amber was in shock. She had never heard her mother talk like this. It was so. Fucking. Hot.

"What if they come inside?"

"Then they can watch me get fucked, I don't care I'm not stopping!"

Her father smiled cruelly. "What if Amber comes home?"

Her mother paused, and Amber saw her light begin to shine, battling with the dark fog consuming it. There was nothing but the sound of slapping flesh as Amber's mother struggled between rightness and pleasure. Amber's hand plunged into her cunt, watching her parents fuck. She imagined coming home and walking in the doorway to find them in the living room, fucking openly and surrounded by their neighbors. By a masturbating and fucking crowd, with the two of them at the center. She imagined walking in the door, and her parents ignoring her, continuing to fuck as their girl passed by, getting groped and leered at by their visitors. What if her mother just enjoyed it? Maybe encouraged it? As Amber neared her climax, she imagined how hot it would be if her parents let their little girl get groped and fucked by the crowd in front of them as they performed for everyone. How hot it would be if her parents cared more for their own pleasure than they did for her.

Amber came violently on her fingers watching the silent fucking. In that same moment, a spark of darkness leapt from Amber's mind to her mother's. Her mother's eyes clouded over, and the fog within her rippled with a new darkness, easily overpowering the light.

"Yes baby, even if Amber comes home, I won't stop fucking! Everyone can watch us fuck I don't even care I just want your cockkkk!!!" Her mother screamed as her orgasm overtook her, and then went limp on the couch. Her father finished with a roar, thrusting a few more times into her mother's limp body before pumping his seed deep into her.

Amber fell back with a gasp, breath heaving in her lungs as she tried to process what just happened. She had just watched her parents fuck. For real. She had seen their bodies, their intimate areas, as they fucked. She let go of the illusion that her parents were a sweet missionary love-making couple. They were sexy as hell and they fucked. And what had happened when she had cum? It was like she... brainwashed her mother or something. She slid to the ground, arms wrapped around her knees as she tried to come to terms with it all. She had liked it. Why had she liked it so much?

Around the corner, she heard her father zip up and head upstairs. Her mother eventually came to, and Amber was somehow relieved and disappointed to see the light within her spring back to life and snuff out the darkness. Veronica straightened, and with shaky legs made her way up the stairs after her father.

What the fuck is going on?