Fern listened, but she heard nothing. She crept to Penny's shoulder and peered around it into the bedroom. For a moment, she saw nothing – only an empty bed flanked by night stands and softly lit table lamps. But then she realized that her mind had blinded her – in the middle of the bed, suddenly materializing as if by science-fiction magic, lay her mother and dad, coupled in a sexual embrace.

Her mom lay on her back, her legs spread, her ass propped up by a thick pillow. Her dad lay on top of her mom, his loins between her legs, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Fern could see her dad's big nuts flapping against her mother's ass as he fucked, could see his cock gleaming like an oiled tusk as it pistoned in and out. Her dad's back muscles and asscheeks were contracting as he fucked. And suddenly Fern was aware of the sounds of her parents' lovemaking – of their deep, heavy breathing, of her dad's grunts and her mother's sighs, of the squishing sound of her dad's cockshaft as it worked in and out of her mother's cunt.

Penny glanced at Fern, her smirk saying: I told you so, honey. Fern ignored her, and focused her eyes back on the fuck scene.

As Fern watched, she became aware of more and more things that she'd been unaware of at first. The bedsprings made a barely audible creaking sound to the rhythm of her dad's fucking. Sweat glimmered on her dad's back. Her mother's legs jerked and her toes seemed to curl with every fuck-thrust. Her mother and father grunted and moaned in rhythm, her father sounding like a bull, her mother like a whimpering girl. The smell of sweat and pussy hung so heavy in the air that it seemed to drip.

"Oh, Russ!" Fern's mother gasped. "Oh, Russ, yes!"

"Jesus, you're hot tonight," her dad said. "You swallow some Spanish fly or something?" He rotated his ass, corkscrewing his gleaming hard cock into her pussy.