As it got late into the night, Lolita's dear mommy and daddy would be at it again. With Mommy's muffled screams into her pillow could be heard thru out the house, Piercing the thin dry-wall barrier between their room and Lolita's. Daddy was being exceptionally vulgar again, Calling Mommy inappropriate names that would be followed by harsh smacks to the woman's upturned rump which was lifted into the air. They had been at it for nearly an hour when he finally had enough, And made a mess all up and down the shapely woman's backside, Slumping down in the darkness, Onto their bed and the house would grow Silent, If not for those soft exhausted whimpers that carried down those dark halls.
It was as if her parents, Or at least her father had planned her fate. Her name Lolita.The young girl naught more than 12 years old. Found hidden away under her parents bed. Listening to every lewd word, Every slap and wanting moan that filled the room, To hear the lewd sounds of her fathers sweat slicked form hitting against the plump valentine shaped rump of her mother. Mirrors at the foot of the bed allowed a lewd perspective from between her father's parted thighs. Watching with lewd interest as that thick length would sink in, Vanishing deep into her mothers body. Wedging into that stretched and a buised anal entrance or parting those drooling neither-lips. Little more than a show for the Lolita hidden below, But she hadn't asked daddy why she had to be there, Or even why she had to be nude. She had been taught not to question her father about such things. Told one day she was to replace the shapely woman she called Mommy. To watch in detail about the cruel things he did to her, To hear the woman pleading for more. Watching intently even as her father took time tormenting the woman, Working oil dripping hands into the woman's body till she howled. Her hips buckled and the bed shook as thick beads of seed would dribble down her thighs before he stopped, leaving the woman helpless, Tied to the bedpost as he left, Slipping from the room whispering to Lolita, It would soon be her turn.