Shortly after I moved into my apartment, I realized that she was watching me. At first I thought nothing of it. I thought, "she's an old woman and wat...hes the people." But no, she observed apparently only me. And her looks were not "normal", I could tell that she desired me. Somehow I liked that too. Everybody loves to be desired ;) So sometimes I went shirtless to the balcony, sometimes wearing only boxer shorts. Sometimes I took my shirt off on the balcony. I pretended as if I would not. I stopped in my tracks at the doorway because Dad had Mom bent over the kitchen island and was fucking her from behind. Mom was looking right at me, but it was like she wasn't seeing me. Dad had hiked her skirt over her ass and was doing her from behind.I looked at Dad and he smiled and said between thrusts, "She was really horny. Asked me to fuck her right now. I guess your powers came in. Between the two of us in the house, it must have overwhelmed her." Okay, Dad," I said quickly. . .’You can do it Rosie.’ “Hey Kel, so I want to tell you something. Don’t freak out okay?" I said, whilst trying to remember to breathe. “Na course not, but keep massaging my back okay?" Kelly said, still watching the movie. I'd started working up her back, pushing my thumbs into her back. “So you know how I thought I was a lesbian a while back?" I said, whilst waiting for her to nod. When she did I kept going. "Well, after doing some experimenting, I've come to realize I am in fact a. "Honey, didn't you hear what I said?"She sighed and stretched. "Oh, yes, I heard it. When I complained about your wearing shorts, I also heard you say, 'I'm not the one getting the massage. And I'll just rub where you need it.' Those were your exact words."Have you met my niece, Cheryl the Lawyer's Daughter? My mind raced to find a counter-argument. "Well, if you need it rubbed, why can't you rub it yourself?"That comment was adequate for restoring the aforementioned reserved look. "Uncle.