Follow this erotic story: I had a really happy childhood. My parents adored me and my brother NAME_1. I was popular at school and since I was pretty, I had many friends, some more fake than others but luckily I learned that in time. My father owned a real estate trading company and he earned a good living to support us. My mother taught at a secondary school.

In high school she played volleyball and soccer so she developed a good body and dated several guys. Many wanted to sleep with me and then be able to show it off. I had no reason to refuse, we all wanted the same thing.

At home, I never saw either of my parents naked. My dad did not expose himself nor was he one to go scantily clad. I didn't even see him in boxers. But when I had just turned 17, things changed mightily in our house. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Needless to say, my dad and I were devastated.

We were with her for another year. My mother died days before my eighteenth birthday. During that year, she spent more time in the hospital than at home. When my father and I were home alone all those days and weeks, he didn't mind leaving his bedroom door open anymore and I could often see him getting ready for bed. I slept naked. Once, walking to the bathroom during the night, I heard him moan. I thought I had a nightmare and went to his room. There I saw him, I clearly saw him masturbating. That sight did not turn me on, I felt very sorry for my father at that moment. She wanted to hug him and comfort him, obviously she couldn't do that. I went back to my room and took off my boxers. For some reason, since that night I always slept naked.

The night my mother died, I could hear my father crying in his bed. I went in and he was lying on his back, naked, as he used to sleep. I curled up next to him on the bed, sliding my arm gently under his head so that it rested on top of him, while I wrapped my other arm around him. I try to comfort him as best I can.

At the time my mother died, I was preparing to go to a good university, but now I couldn't handle my father in that state. Apply to a local university to be able to live at home. Dad didn't want me to do this, but I think he was secretly happy. At first, very little came out. He spent most of his afternoon hours reading and watching television. As the months passed we would occasionally go out to dinner together and, even more rarely, we would go to the movies together. like none of us