Keeping an Eye on Things!

When the Epstein thing first blew up, about 2015 or so, I had just left high school and was working for a company installing security systems. College was never an option for me, and I really didn't care anyway, I wanted to work at a job I could learn shit in. These systems are not difficult to install and maintain, once you know how, but they do look complicated.

Normally, we'd go into a house and set up a system in anywhere between a half a day to two, depending on the system being installed and the complexity of the house design, no dramas. What most people wanted, like a camera system, auto-tracking lights, alarms, whatever, it wasn't hard. Some people wanted full systems, wired back to the a console with recorders and video screens, that'd take longer. Again, not difficult to set up and maintain, and anyone with minimal skills can use it, but can be a little time consuming to install and learn.

One job I worked on with George, my mentor and trainer, was a bit oddball, well I thought it was. This system we went to install in this guy's newly built palace, had small, hidden cameras everywhere. Outside, fully surrounding the house, inside, lounge, kitchen, each bedroom and bathrooms, everywhere. That was a bit more complicated, taking three days, and we got paid a large bonus to keep quiet about it. No it wan't Epstein, but I had the feeling it was someone of a similar character. I mean, who puts hidden cameras in bedrooms and bathrooms for fuck's sake? I got paid an extra week's wage for that work, so I'm not complaining. It also gave me the idea.

My Mom and Dad are both really good looking people. I also have two beautiful sisters, twins, who were in their senior year at high school and they have friends who are just as gorgeous as they are. This job stuck with me, and I knew what the guy was doing. I asked George about it and his answer was simple, "Don't ask, don't tell."

The more I thought about it, the more I was determined to do it. I'm just not that interesting a person, in high school I found it difficult to even get a date to the prom. I got one, eventually, she was a nice person, and let's leave it at that, didn't even get a feel of her tits. No girlfriend and my right hand was my cock's best acquaintance. So if I was going to be an onlooker, I wanted to do it right.

I was going to need cameras that work in both extreme low light and a lighted room, with sound and motion detectors. They will need to be small, discrete, with wide angle lenses, continuously powered, as I won't be able to be changing batteries every day, with sound and motion detectors. Not cheap, but readily available.

I saved all the money I could, easy when you don't have a social life, and had a good look around for the right cameras. With the extra from that job that started me on this path, and a lot more savings, I started buying the cameras and hardware I needed. Sometimes, an extra camera of the right type was attached to a job, paid for but not required, I would snaffle that, hide it in my tool box and take it home. George wasn't always the best at keeping track of things, leaving that part of the job to me. Client's were never unhappy, and never questioned things.

I had no idea of what I was thinking, but I knew it would be really nice to have a bird's eye view of bedrooms and bathrooms in particular, well okay, I was deliberately planning to spy on my parents and my sisters. How I was going to set that up was, in truth, beyond me, but an opportunity would arise, at some point I'm sure, and I was going to take it.

Summer came, the twins graduated high school and were intent on going to college. Well, they are smarter than me, so why not. Mom and Dad decided they wanted to head off on an adventure as a reward for the girls graduating and they wanted me to go with them. I couldn't get the time off, so it was just the four of them and I had my opportunity. They were going to be away for ten whole days, leaving day zero and returning day eleven. For me, this was going to be easy or so I thought.

Living in California has some benefits, and one is that we don't need one of those clumsy, old fashioned, boilers in the basement heating systems. We can get away with split system air-conditioning, now complete with solar panels and a battery. This meant that the entire house had at least one air inlet vent in every room, except the bathrooms.

I started putting the cameras into the vents, overlooking beds, the couches in the lounge, the work spaces in the kitchen, the table in the dining room, well, you never know, but I certainly found out. The bathrooms were out, that is the en suite to Mom and Dad's room and our common bathroom, we had a separate toilet and I wasn't going to put a camera in there any way. There wan't anywhere I could put the cameras in those rooms without them being obvious. Wiring was proving to be a bit of a nightmare, until I managed to do a con job on George.

Normally, George would take the work van home, but I talked him into allowing me to take it, for the weekend. I told him wanted to put in a new system to surprise Mom and Dad with for when they got home, which I was at the same time. That wasn't a problem for George, as long as I picked him up on Monday morning on time. He knew I was buying bits, we had talked about it before, and he'd recommended a console with recording capabilities.

Both jobs didn't take long after I got to use company equipment, and by Sunday afternoon, I had the whole thing completed. The house system was controlled by a console that would connect by wi-fi to dad's laptop. (I hardwired my private console to my desktop, which lived in my bedroom, so wasn't worried about Dad connecting to my system, the wi-fi was off.) I put my system console into my cupboard, fired it up, and tested it. I was surprised by the clarity of the images in a dark bedroom. These cameras were 4k and not infra-red so even in hardly any light, I got some great images. I did have to re-align the camera in the twin's room, but still got both their beds in the frame. Imagine a moonless night, overcast with clouds, and seeing colors and shapes clearly. Well that's the quality of these cameras. All I had to do was wait for them to get home and I would be able to watch everything they did in their rooms, in any part of the house.

The cameras were recording every time that there was someone in the room, and I am damned if I know how manufacturers manage to cram so much tech into such a small camera. The big day came and the family arrived home safely, tanned and relaxed from their trip. I got a blow by blow description of flights, of the beaches in Hawaii, the islands, a genuine fire dance, other stuff. I have to admit, I was a little jealous and sad I had missed it all. Oh well, my reward was coming, that very night.

I showed Mom and Dad the new system and console I had put in, and now Dad was home, connected it wirelessly to his laptop. They were impressed by what I had done, not expecting it. Mom had a bit of a look on her face, until I gave Dad the receipts, showing the system wasn't expensive, itself, and there were no labor or equipment charges so it was a good price, especially with a full guarantee of product and workmanship.

Eventually, night came, and my private system was working. I was going to review the tapes tomorrow, for I was fucked that night, big day at work. I couldn't wait to see what they were getting up to.

I got home from work and after dinner, I went to my room, to "play D&D", but opened the files holding the footage from last night. I started with Mom and Dad's bedroom. I fast forwarded through the early parts, and Mom disappeared into the en suite saying she wanted a quick shower before bed. Dad was lying on the bed, in his pyjamas when he reached down and started rubbing his cock. He said nothing, just lay there, stroking himself. Dad's dick wasn't like porn star huge, and even on a fixed camera I could see it was a respectable length and thickness, but not as big as me, I think. I had to compare. I dropped my shorts and briefs, my cock popping up and slapping me on the stomach. I reckoned I'm bigger.

Fast forwarding, until Mom came out of the shower, naked, wiping herself with a towel, "Oh you horny fucker," she said. My loose pants just tented and Dad wasn't the only one stroking their cock.

"Yeah, we haven't had a fuck since leaving."

Mom dropped the towel and said, "Well, here I come!" She is beautiful, did I say that? Three kids and there was some evidence of it, her tits may be saggy, but still magnificent, her hips flared and a thatch of hair between her thighs, fuck, she is beautiful naked too. She reached out and grabbed Dad's tool and stroked it. Leaning in, she took it in her mouth and sucked it.

For the next half an hour or so, I watched them playing around. She sucked him, her ate her pussy, in a sixty-niner, then they fucked. They started with her on top, changed to on her side, then doggy style. Dad made grunting noises as he shot his juice into her. She didn't cum though, I'm pretty sure. Meanwhile, I was stroking my cock, and wishing it was me there, fucking Mom. I was careful, I didn't want to shoot too soon, so I forced myself to stop stroking when my cock started screaming for release.

I was right about her not cumming. Mom was complaining he had cum too early. Dad just rolled onto his back, gasping for air. His cock glistened in the light, as bent as a slinky, he wasn't going to be lifting his game any time soon. Mom groaned, then lay back and started stroking her vagina. "Selfish bastard," she said as she sped up flicking her bean. I started again, stroking myself, but slowly, I wanted to last.

Dad recovered somewhat and watched her, "Go on, you dirty slut, get yourself off!"

"I'm gonna, you cunt," she replied, "You've had your fun, now leave me to mine!"

Fuck me, I have never heard this kind of language from either of them, ever. Kind of put me off my stroking, I can tell you.

Okay, the house, I should have explained earlier. Our house was built about 1982. The people who built it, wanted real privacy so the walls are filled with sound proofing insulation. Three bedrooms with kid's rooms away from the master bedroom but a double wall between the bedrooms meant we wouldn't hear each other unless it was a blood curdling scream, I suspect.

Dad got off the bed and walked around to Mom's side. He opened a drawer in her cabinet and pulled out a dildo. "Here, slut, use this." Fuck, it was huge!

"Sick asshole! You love watching me get off with this!"

The dildo was black. It clearly had veins on it and a big knob. Mom took it and immediately put it in her mouth.

"Yeah, that's it bitch, get it nice and wet so it'll slip into your big juicy cunt!" Fucking hell, she was swallowing it. I could see it sliding down her throat. Unbelievable! Her cock sucking skills would put a lot of porn stars to shame!

Mom pulled it out of her mouth and aimed it at her pussy. She slid it along her pussy a couple of times then moaned loudly as the knob disappeared inside her. Dad moved and put himself between the camera and Mom, the asshole. Didn't do anything for my boner.

Mom moaned and Dad said, "That's it, make your cunt dripping wet and filled with that big black cock!"

Followed by, "I bet you're wishing you were fucking the guy who's cock this was modelled on!"

Mom was using both hands on the dildo, and cried, "Instead of just sitting there, you could be using your fingers to do what your tiny cock couldn't do! Make me CUM!"

'Tiny cock'? Really? Dad reached forward, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear the effect. Mom was trash talking him, abusing him while he was flicking her bean. I could see one of Mom's tits, with it's big nipple and surrounding aureole. I wish I could remember sucking on them as a baby, and I'd really love to be sucking on them still.

Mom's moans and trash talking reached ever higher pitch and she screamed, "CUMMING! YOU LIMP DICKED BASTARD!"

"YEAH! CUM YOU SLUT!" Dad yelled back as Mom's body arched upward. I still couldn't see much but Mom moaned her orgasm loudly. "FUCK THAT COCK, BITCH!" Dad cried.

For fuck's sake! How long has this shit been going on? Put me off my stride, stunned into inaction on the penis front.

Dad moved and I could see that big snake hanging out of Mom's pussy as she lay back, gasping, Instant blood rush and my cock was hard as a rock. I'd love to be there, watching this for real, in the flesh not on a twenty four hour delay. Mom lay there gasping, as Dad leaned over and kissed her, deeply, passionately, cupping a tit, running his thumb over the hardened nipple.

"Ooohh that was fucking nice, dear," Mom said, "Now you deserve a blow job."

I have no idea of what Dad did to deserve a blow job, but he laid back, and Mom, leaving the dildo where it was, rolled over and squirmed down, taking his softened cock into her mouth. The camera is elevated, so I couldn't get a clear picture of Mom's mouth pumping on Dad's cock, but she was going at it like a true champion. As she sucked, I stroked and given that Dad had shot a load just a short time ago, I was really surprised that he not only got it up, but managed to blow a second time. Mom took it all in, once in her pussy earlier and now down her throat, both ends had loads in them.

I lost it, watching her sucking Dad's cock. I shot a ball sack full of semen all over my tee, shorts, fuck! That was fucking careless. I was wiping it up when I caught something I really wasn't expecting.

Dad surprised again me when he pulled Mom up to his mouth, kissing her. "The absolute sucking best," he complimented her.

"Just you remember that when you're fucking Crissy."

"Always my love, always!"

Crissy? Dad's fucking Aunt Crissy? Mom's sister? Mom's married sister? And Mom knows? WHAT THE FUCK?

And that was just the first night. Oh, it got a lot better, but that's for later.