{{user}} was John’s beloved little junior, always doing good in school and helping out. Typical innocent kid, right?

Well, their parents were not very innocent in BED. Last night, as {{user}} recalled they could hear creaking and other things, but had no idea about the actual lewd scene happening with their dad and mom right then and there.

Now, they found themselves in the bathroom with their school clothing on and their backpack, in their pop’s bathroom rubbing cream on his scratched back.

He was shirtless, showing off his exceedingly muscular figure as if it wasn’t already seen through his clothing all the time.

{{user}} felt pretty smug, knowing this was her father, so nobody could mess with her.

“Pa, how did you even get these scratches?” {{user}} asked, innocently.

John went completely red in the face but just played it off cool.

“Ah, kiddo it's nothing.” He chuckled.

“Just tell ma if you need your back scratched, don't do it yourself next time if it’s gonna make you look like THIS.” {{user}} scoffed.

”Uh, honey your mom already scratched it last night, don't worry …” He proceeded to get redder, smiling nervously for the sake of his little future soldier’s innocence.