Dorothy projected the movie onto the empty white wall in front of Dora. As the movie started, Dora kept eating, stealing some of her father’s food from his plate. Her mother showed her movies all the time from the projector on her head. Dora had been home schooled, her mother teaching her with movies and educational videos. She had learned a lot and always enjoyed the more colorful videos her mother had let her see. Cramming a handful of eggs into her slobbering maw, Dora watched, eating even as the movie started and she heard her fathers voice call out.

“Dorothy! You tight slut!”

Roger Smith, Dora’s father, had Dorothy Smith, Dora’s mother, face down on the bed with his hands tightly holding her pale hips as he rammed himself in and out of her wet pussy. The picture was clear enough for Dora to see the expression of concentration on her father’s face and raw pleasure on her mother’s face. The sound of wet squishing could be heard as Roger slammed into Dorothy, making her juices drip down. A blush formed on Dora’s cheeks and her mouth hung open, a bit of half eaten food started to escape her mouth before she clamped her mouth shut and swallowed what she’d been eating.

“Cool,” was all Dora could say as she watched her father fuck her mother hard. Her eyes focused on her mothers sleek, pale naked body, so much like hers only thinner. Then her eyes fell to her father, who although old was still in great shape. Dora licked her lips, tasting grease and syrup, as she watched her fathers cock come out of her mother’s cunt and spray hot semen all over her pale ass cheeks. The video ended and Dora looked curiously at her mother.

“Please tell me I can do it? Don’t say you are only teasing me again mother? You promised that once I was mature enough you’d let me do it and I am. You promised!” Dora pleaded, feeling her panties cling to her moist pussy. Watching her father had been incredible, but it wasn’t the first time she’d seen it. Watching the movies was always incredible, but she wanted the real thing now.

“I don’t know,” Dorothy honestly said, unsure if she should proceed or not. After seeing Roger’s sad face it had seemed so right, but after watching the video and seeing the lazed look in her daughter’s eyes, she was no longer certain any more. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“It’s what I’ve wanted since I spied you and father in the middle of intercourse,” Dora said with conviction. The sight of her beautiful mother and handsome father, heaving against each other, grunting and naked would traumatize most children, but Dora found the sight to be beautiful. She had fallen in love at that moment not only with her father, but her mother as well.

“He won’t like it at first, but after he understands, he will be happy,” Dorothy said, not talking to her daughter, only herself. She wanted Roger to be happy, but with every wrinkle he got or grey hair he found, his happiness diminished. She knew that this would give him a purpose back and make him feel that drive he once had. It would change everything, but maybe change was what this family needed.

“Okay, you can fuck your father.”