The closet

It's too late to leave the room now, so you rush into the closet and close the door.

It's one of those slotted doors, so you can see out, but it's likely impossible to see you. You get a good view of the bed from in here, and your dad as he walks into view.

Gosh, he's hot. The light hair on his chest leads all the way down to his magnificent cock. The one that made you. The one in you moments ago. You realize you've been stroking yours this whole time, and didn't even notice your father put on his robe and leave.

You contemplate leaving now, but before you know it both your parents enter, and from the sound of it, "in the mood."

"Ya know, seeing you with your shirt drenched," your mother begins, "reminded me what a perfect body you have."

"Had," he corrects— "I've let myself go after the kids, I think"

"Oh sure, but you're still beautiful to me, and there's one thing that hasn't changed I bet," she whispers that last part seductively as she begins to undo his robe.

"Ohoho, it's been a while since i've seen you like this. Where do you want me?"

"Oh baby, breed my pussy, gimme another baby boy"

Alright, you know what to do.