The blaring sound of my alarm blasted me awake. My eyes shot open, still covered in sleep. Frustration swept through me as I rubbed my eyes, reminding me of my misfortune.

My plans to attend track and field camp were abruptly canceled when a once-in-a-century flash flood completely destroyed the facilities. Now, I was stuck spending the summer at home preparing for my freshman year of college as an athlete on my own.

The sun was barely up as I silently made my way outside, careful not to wake up my parents. A sheen of sweat quickly covered my skin. The summer humidity hit me like a ton of bricks. Thankfully, I was dressed for it. My spaghetti-strapped sports bra barely covered me and left me very exposed, but this weather called for as little clothing as possible. Pushing off, I felt my tiny spandex shorts cling to me more with every strep.

As I made my way through my town, the sweat began to build. I loved to sweat, yet the sweatier I got, the more frustrated I became. Every moment was a stark reminder that I wasn't with my future teammates training for the upcoming season. I was stuck at home with my parents, unable to truly be myself.

Running camp wasn't just about becoming a better runner. It was supposed to be my coming out party. I had always been a studious student-athlete, putting training and studying ahead of experiencing life. While training camp was intense, I had heard stories about the crazy sexcapades that happened there. I was looking for a chance to come out of my shell and use my hard body for something more than running.

With every step I took, sweat dripped down my neck, seeping into the space between my breasts. My chest heaved with each breath, a constant reminder of the effort I was putting in. I felt my rage growing, and running felt like my only outlet.

When I returned home, all I wanted to do was to stand in the shower and let the water wash away my concerns. Yet, as I made my way down the hall, the familiar moans of lovemaking echoed throughout the house. My parents must have assumed I wouldn't be returning home for a while because they weren't being shy about how loud they were. I inched closer to their room, hoping to pass by without them noticing I was home. However, as I approached, I was shocked to see their door wide open.

While I was not a prude, the thought of my parents fucking was a shock to the system. I knew I should let them be, but my hypercharged hormones had a mind of their own. Minutes passed as I fought with myself.

"God, Ella, your pussy feels so good. I love fucking you," my father grunted.

"My pussy was made just for you, Daddy," Mom panted.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father was calling Mom my name while she was pretending to be me. I was awash with confusion. I couldn't believe what I had just walked in on. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my pulse quickened. Surprisingly, I felt a familiar yearning in my pussy. There was no doubt that my body was turned on, but part of me was repulsed by the idea of it.

However, I couldn't deny that my sweaty body was on fire. With a deep breath, I tried to settle down. As I started to walk down the hall and head to the shower, I turned my head, peeking into my parent's room for just a second.

Mom was riding Dad, her back turned towards the door. I froze, unable to look away. Mom pumped up and down on Dad's dick. Their skin slapped together, creating a sound loud enough I could hear it. Mom was getting fucked hard. Dad had one hand on her hips while the other played with Mom's tits.

Every fiber of my being told me to run, but I couldn't move. I was in awe of what I was seeing. Mom's trim body barely jiggled as she fucked Dad with zeal. I could only imagine how her tits looked while bouncing atop my father.

"I'm close, Ella, baby," Dad moaned.

Like a woman possessed, Mom uttered words that would forever change our relationship.

"Yes, Daddy, breed me. Put a baby in my womb. My body was made just for you," she screamed.

Dad gripped my mother's hip, slamming her down on his cock, while he rammed into her. Mom's moans filled my ears.

She repeatedly called out for "Daddy to cum deep inside her."

Finally, Dad couldn't take anymore. His body spasmed as he held Mom down on his cock.

"Oh my god. Your cum feels so warm. I can feel it coating my walls, Daddy," Mom moaned.

Mom moved her hips back and forth, grinding her clit into Dad's pelvis. Before I knew it, Mom was howling with joy as she announced that she was cumming too.

Soon, I saw Mom dismount Dad, his seed seeping out of her well fucked pussy. Even from the edge of their door, I could see how creamy her slit looked. I quickly dashed away, hoping they didn't see me watch their fuck fest. Slipping back downstairs, I pretended to arrive home, making a big deal of slamming the door to announce my return.

"I'm home!" I called out.

Mom came down wearing her robe. Her face and chest were still flush, making her glimmer in the morning light. She looked radiant. Something I hadn't really noticed before.

"How was your run, honey? I didn't even hear you leave," Mom asked.

My thoughts were going a million miles an hour. I didn't know how to respond.

Mom looked at me, concerned.

"Ella, are you okay?" she wondered.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about what happened with training camp," I lied.

"I know you're still upset, but at least you'll get to spend some time with your friends and us before you head off to college and life changes forever," Mom sweetly said.

Mom had no clue how my life had already changed forever. There was no going back from having the knowledge that your parents fantasize about breeding you. I struggled to maintain a conversation with her, something I never had a problem with before. I couldn't help but wonder if she was checking me out as we talked. My sports bra clung to my chest, and I felt my shorts ride up between my labia, giving me a camel toe. My outfit left little to the imagination. I worked hard for my body and loved showing it off, but I never had to worry about being checked out by my folks before.

"I'm going to go shower. I'm all sweaty," I said.

Keenly aware of the energy between us, it was impossible not to feel Mom's eyes glued to my ass while I shuffled up the stairs.

I bolted to my ensuite bathroom and frantically pulled at my clothes. My damp sports bra frustratingly stuck to my sticky skin, fighting me with every tug and pull. Finally, off, the cool air enveloped me, making my nipples harden on contact. Desperately needing to get into the shower, I looped my thumbs into the band of my shorts and yanked them down with all the force I could muster.

The hot water splashed against my skin, washing away the dirt and grim from my run, yet I still felt dirty in a totally different way. It was a way the shower couldn't provide a solution for. Intellectually, I knew I should be repulsed by my parent's actions. However, my body felt differently. My nipples tingled, and I felt my labia swell with excitement. Tentatively, I reached between my legs, afraid of what I would find. Slipping my middle finger between my lips, they were instantly wet. It was clear that this wasn't water from the shower that covered my digit, but the warm, sticky juices indicated how aroused my body was.

I ran my finger up and down my slit, savoring the feeling of my dripping pussy. I told myself that I could use my arousal and envision something else, someone else fucking me, but the longer I teased myself, the more flashes of my parents going at it filled my mind. I pulled my hand away for a moment, hoping a break would allow me to refocus my energy. Water cascaded over my tits as droplets dripped off my nipples. The wetness turned me on, beckoning me to play with myself again.

Carefully, I cupped my tits, pressing my palms into my hardened nubs. Moans escaped my lips as I found myself saying things I never could have imagined.

"Mommy," I whispered.

I paused again, pulling my hands from my chest. The feelings were too much. I fought with myself to get out of the shower, but my legs wouldn't move. After several minutes, I finally gave in to my body's needs. My right hand gripped my breast, teasing the sensitive skin, while my left hand trailed down my torso, making its way to my wanton pussy. The moment my fingers dragged across my clit, I knew there was no going back.

Frenetically, I rubbed my clit with one hand while the other pulled at my slippery nipples. I no longer held back. Vividly I pictured Dad and Mom fucking. Their loud moans and dirty words rummaged through my head, bringing me closer to the edge.

I slipped two fingers deep inside me, feeling my wet hole grip them tightly. As I pressed my palm against my clit, I envisioned it was I who was riding Dad instead of Mom. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I had never felt so turned on.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Make me your whore. Fill me with your cum," I whimpered.

I had to be careful not to be too loud. Yet, vocalizing my parents' fantasy and taking part in it was just what I needed to send me over the edge. A flash of lightning erupted out of my pussy and shot through my body. I shuttered and convulsed against my hand as my orgasm ripped through me over and over again. Eventually, I collapsed on the floor. I sat for several seconds to let my body replenish itself. Reaching up, I turned off the shower. For several more minutes, I rested there in complete shock over what had just happened.

Soon, I dragged myself out of the stall and covered myself with a towel. I collapsed on my bed and drifted to sleep. Part of me hoped that when I awoke, I'd realize this was all part of a sick dream. When Mom knocked on my door an hour later, I had to reckon with my new reality.

"Ella, did you go back to sleep? It is beautiful outside. Plus, don't forget that we are having everyone over for a pool party," Mom said.

"Be out in a minute," I yelled out.

I looked down at my still naked body, uncertain how I would make it through a pool party with my family after what I witnessed. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. I hoped that a strong cup of coffee would help rejigger my brain.

"I guess your run really knocked you out, huh, Ella?" Dad teased.

"Yeah," I curtly said before sipping on my coffee.

I struggled to look at my father and mother. They tried making small talk with me, but the best I could provide them was with one- or two-word answers.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mom, seemingly concerned, asked.

I gave her the best smile I could muster and reassured her that I was just tired from my run. The rest of the morning went by quickly. We divided up the chores so that we could hastily prepare for our arriving guests.

Once my work was done, I went to my room to get dressed for the party. The sun was high in the sky, and I couldn't wait to work on my tan. I pulled out several bikinis from my drawer and tried them on. While each bikini accented my body in its own way, they didn't feel risky enough. I had cum earlier, but the more I thought about exposing my body to my parents, the hornier I became.

It was only after I was about to give up and wear my blue string bikini that I remembered a bikini I had bought as a dare by some of my friends. I never planned on wearing it, and certainly not in front of my parents, but I decided that if my parents were going to break moral norms by roleplaying as me, then all bets were off.

I dug into the back of my closet, searching for my new bikini. Struggling to find it, I worried Mom had come across it and threw it out. In a fit of need, I tossed everything out of my closet. I was at a loss. When I was finally about to give up my search, I remembered that I had hidden it in a bag underneath my bed.

Laying it out, I couldn't believe my eyes. While I knew the bikini was small, I had forgotten how revealing it truly was. The bikini was just a pile of strings with small pieces of fabric to cover my bits and pieces. My heart was beating into my throat as I undressed.

Nervously, I tied a knot with the delicate strands and slipped it over my head. My hands trembled while I adjusted the barely-there cups. My tits spilled out the sides, leaving only my nipples covered.

The bottom of the bikini wasn't much bigger than the top. I tied the sides together and pulled the thong up my toned legs. Once on, I adjusted the suit, making sure it lay just right.

Looking at myself in my full-length mirror, I spun around, taking in the full effect of my outfit. The white bikini contrasted perfectly with the tan skin that I had developed from hours on the road running. I scanned my body, taking in the image reflected back at me. When my gaze reached my crotch, I was instantly thankful that I had waxed my pubes. The thin cloth clung to my mound, leaving nothing to the imagination.

While the bikini was lined, I could easily see my nipples poking through the cloth. Wearing this bikini was turning me on, and I worried that my arousal would show.

Making my way downstairs, I knew I had to own what I was wearing and show no discomfort. I sauntered outside, waving at my parents, who were standing by the lounge chairs. Mom and Dad's eyes flung open as they watched me approach them. It looked like they were both about to pass out from shock. They stared, burning me with their looks. I eyed my father. His cock tented in his trunks, begging for release. No matter what he was about to say about my choice of wardrobe, his body made it obvious that he liked what he saw.

"What are you wearing?" Mom exclaimed.

I couldn't tell if she was upset or just shocked, so I decided to play it down.

"Oh, this. I bought it a few months ago with Becca. I thought it would be fun to wear something new for the party," I nonchalantly mused.

Mom just gawked at me. Her eyes roamed my body, studying me like I was prey. I could see the conflict deep inside her. It was a conflict I felt myself. With a deep sigh, I saw Mom's body relax and give in to her desires.

"You look amazing; so grown up! I wish I had a suit like that," she beamed.

"What I wouldn't do to see you in a suit like this," I shocked myself by saying.

I couldn't believe that I was flirting with my mother. Mom blushed. Both my parents were speechless. It was a far cry from earlier this morning when they had no trouble coming up with naughty things to say.

"I really like your bikini, Mom. There aren't many mothers who can pull off a string bikini like that. Your tits and ass look amazing in it," I declared.

"Look at the language on you. You really are coming into your own. I guess you aren't our little girl anymore," Dad replied.

I walked over to my father and hugged him tight. Pressing my body into him, I felt his dick pushing against my thigh.

"I'll always be your little girl," I said while shooting him a smile.

Pulling back, Mom and Dad made their best excuse to head inside. Once alone, I giggled to myself, savoring the naughtiness of what I just did.

We still had another hour until the guest would arrive, so I decided to use the time to catch some sun. While I was tanned from all my time running, the tan lines I developed left a lot to be desired. I sat on the lounge chair and grabbed the tanning oil from the side table. Splashing the oil into my hands, I let the excess oil drip through my fingers and onto my thighs. I twirled the oil around my legs, playfully taking my time to lather the slick liquid into my flesh. Then, I lifted my legs and ran my hands up from my crotch to my toes, making sure not to miss a single spot. My legs soon shone in the hot summer sun.

My parents' reflection on the grill let me know that I wasn't alone. They did their best to hide, yet I caught them standing by the door, watching me apply the tanning oil. My heart raced while my slippery hands roamed over my torso and up to my bosom. With every stroke, my breath grew shallower. I took my time rubbing the oil all over my body, giving my parents the show they desperately craved.

I wrestled back and forth, telling myself I should stop this madness. It was one thing for my parents to use me as a fantasy in the bedroom; it was a whole other thing...