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The Photo Album Ch. 01

By: IdeeFixee



The Photo Album Ch. 01

An album of black & white photographs has been selling privately. Untitled, it's known as The Photo Album or simply The Album, divided into sections according to the day's three meals. There is no text, just 6" x 9" photos, printed on heavy, glossy, high-quality paper stock, shot with beautiful soft lighting and fine detail, taken with an excellent camera. The book was available only briefly and is now out-of-print. The following is a text-only description of the images:



Breakfast

Photo 1

An empty dining room. An armchair is at a matching dining room table of dark wood. The spare background is out-of-focus, but slanted light, as if early morning, enters the room. A small wall clock says 7:00 am.

Photo 2

An extremely pretty and sexy woman, mid-thirties, sits in right profile in the chair. But even more than being highly attractive, she exudes a carnal sensuality. Her eyes are hooded, as if she's wary about what's to come but doesn't know the details. Her glossy, straight black hair is cropped tomboyishly short. She has full, dark eyebrows and thick, meaty lips, slightly parted.

She is dressed in a dark gray sheer baby doll that extends to mid-thigh. Her right foot, clad in a two-inch slipper, is positioned outside the front chair leg, indicating that her thighs and legs are spread as widely as possible in the confines of the chair.

For convenience, let's call her "S." It stands for slut, submissive or slave – whichever you like.

Photo 3

The camera looks down at a cup of coffee with milk on the table.

Photo 4

We are back to the profile angle of Photo 2. A young man's arm is pushing the woman's back and shoulders forward so her face is hovering an inch above the coffee. A big 34C tit hangs forward, straining against the filmy baby doll. Her face is averted from the cup, turned 90 degrees to the right, fully facing the camera for the first time. Her eyes are blazing, stricken with a look of humiliation and defiance.

What is the relationship between the two? Is the young man a neighbor's son? A student of S.? Coworker? Gardener or pool boy?

Photos 5–13

A new angle, as if the camera is on the table facing the hot S. in the chair. Number 5 is a close-up of her chest, where we see the young man's muscled arm again. He seems to be 18 or 19, his bronze skin well tanned. Let's call him M., for Master. M's left hand is cupping the woman's left breast, lifting it. The baby doll fabric is transparent, exposing a big, gorgeously shaped tit with a large but not huge, dark aureole. Capping it is a massively thick charcoal gray nipple, about a half-inch wide.

M's thumb, visible resting on the front of the tit, ends in a thick, wide, blunt and stubby fingertip. His right hand is holding a black leather tawse against the right side of the woman's tit. In the upper left corner of the frame, her mouth is visible, tautly set in resignation of her discipline.

In the following four photos, the tawse appears at the left, right, side and bottom of the tit flesh, whose skin darkens in each shot. In the fourth, the tawse is poised to impact the nipple head-on.

At first, S's lips have parted, the teeth clamped together in pain, but then her mouth opens as if she's gasping in response to the blows. Then the series is repeated with four exposures showing the same punishment to her right tit. By the end, both of the huge dark nipple stalks have begun to harden in excitement, growing to a half-inch in length.

Why does she submit to this abuse? Is she simply a cum- and pain-slut, or is there some sense that she has transgressed and deserves to be punished? If so, what was her bad behavior?

Photos 14–20

The camera has returned from a full frontal to the profile view. A close-up of her head includes M. grasping her short dark hair and pulling back her head with one hand, while his other pours the coffee and cream into her gaping mouth, long tongue extended.

Rapid exposures depict the coffee and cream pouring into her mouth, splashing from her tongue onto her face. She gulps desperately. But the white substance is not milk; it is some kind of cream or clotted cream, which dribbles out the corner of her lips and falls onto her right tit and shoulder, staining the dark baby doll.

One image completes the coffee sequence. We see this stunning woman full frontal, her head slightly lowered as if in submission to M's will. Her eyes are half-hooded, the pouty meaty lips covered with sticky cream that has smeared over the smooth, tawny skin on her face. The entire front of the babydoll is spotted as well.

Photo 21 

The camera has returned to its original viewpoint, directly facing the rear of the chair with the table behind it. S. is kneeling on two widely separated cushions, facing M, who is standing with his buttocks resting on the edge of the table. He wears only a T-shirt. She still wears the baby doll, but it has been gathered at her waist where it's held by a black leather belt. Her taut rear is exposed, revealing a darkly ringed asshole and the base of a black dildo embedded in her cunt, spreading her dusky, thick pussy lips.

Is she an accountant or bookkeeper who grew greedy and was discovered stealing by M? Is she a high school teacher who can't keep her hands off her M, hot young student? Is she a lawyer who acted inappropriately, coerced into being M's slut in order to avoid disbarment?

Photo 22

Profile view. S's left hand is grasping M's thick shaft, her thumbnail directly facing the lens. It is noticeably wide and stubby – exactly the same as M's unusually blunt digits. She does not wear a wedding ring. A huge amount of precum has emerged from his slit.

Considering their similar hands, does that mean they are related? She must be twice his age, so she can't be his older sister. Half-sister? Perhaps. Aunt? Unlikely.

Or his mother?

Photo 23

Full frontal. The submissive slut's forehead, cheeks, lips and chin have been smeared with a thick coating of M's copious precum. Her eyes are full of desire for the young hard dick.

Is she being coerced into this servitude? If she is being blackmailed, what with? Did M. catch her acting dishonestly at the workplace? Did he guess her computer password and discover nude photos of her on her hands and knees, servicing other men? Or videos of her sucking cock and being DP'ed? College photos of her getting gangbanged?

Photo 24

She is worshipfully licking the dick, from the head to the base and down to his tight sacs. His belly is toned and tanned.

Does her servitude have a duration? Does she have to submit to him for a day, a week, a month, a year?

Photo 25

The thick lips and wide mouth that look perfect for cocksucking are wrapped around the M's glans, her cheeks deeply hollowed as she sucks. The precum on her face glistens in the increasing morning light.

Maybe she's given up on men her age, tired of their lives and games, preferring the lifestyle of a cougar, even if M, who looks eighteen, is age-inappropriate for her in her mid-thirties.

Photo 26

The cock is covered with thick white goo as she strokes and pumps the lubricated shaft. Her other arm descends down to her pussy, but we cannot tell whether she is stroking her clit, pumping the dildo in her cunt – or both.

Or maybe she's submitting to this hot young guy because M is a natural dominant, the only type whom she's attracted to – unlike the men her age she's dated?

Photos 26–30

A mix of profile and frontal angles, so there must be two cameras at work. Still kneeling on the floor, her head is now a couple of feet back, resting on the edge of the upholstered chair seat as M is about to climax. Her feet are up against her thighs, her legs spread so we can see her mons, shaved except for a one-inch wide, two-inch tall strip of closely cropped hair. Three fingers are embedded in her cunt, the long dark labia spread wide and shiny with her juices, while her big thumb is stroking her bulging clit, as oversized in thickness and length as her nipples.

We know she wasn't cheating on a husband, since she wears no wedding ring. Is M. her permanent master? Is she a hardcore slave or simply a submissive? Perhaps we'll never know.

In No. 27, the fast camera shutter has captured the first hit as an extended stream of thick cum explodes from the cock and hits S. in the forehead, spraying into the air above her head. Her face is completely covered from just one of the lengthy discharges.

The photo album contains several sections. Is the next part more of the same, with blowjobs and facials and dildos? Or do their scenes become harder?

No. 28 (frontal): S's face, hair and baby doll are already splattered as a second cumshot strikes her open mouth, her thick long tongue extended to take the load.

Are you too disgusted by these sordid descriptions to turn to the next section? Or are you excited and curious? Will the obscene behavior descend into even crueler humiliation and domination, using more bondage, sex toys and pain?

No. 29 (profile): A third blast lands on her tits, completely hosing the heavy globes. Her head is arched back in ecstasy, the strong neck muscles tautly extended.

What will the young master do next? Shove a gag between S's thick lips and into her big mouth? Bind, clamp and suction the fat nipples, add weights to her labia, whip her pussy, use an anal plug her ass, and then fuck her dripping cunt?

No. 30 (frontal): The dildo has been pulled from her cunt. With both hands, S's fingers are firmly pulling her long greasy labial lips apart, their dark coloring in marked contrast to the glistening redness of her inner lips and cunt. Each of the stubby fingertips is visible as the fourth stream of young spunk strikes her naked pussy, flooding the opening with hot gunk.

Do you want to see S's body modified, the already wide long nipples stretched, the meaty labia hanging lower? Would you like to see M's thick dick push past the dark ring of her rosebud and sink all seven inches into her ass, as cum bubbles are pushed out of her moaning mouth? If he whips her, is it enough to strike her ass? Or do you want him to whip her tits and pussy as well? And will you be satisfied with her silky smooth, tawny skin turning red, or do you really crave long-lasting welts marking her front and rear?

No. 31: A wide shot of the subjugated MILF sprawled on the floor, her legs askance, nipples protruding by a full inch, cum trails and splotches covering every limb and area of the sopping baby doll. Like a stepped waterfall, the drops and trickles fall from S's head, eyebrows, nose, chin, tits, pussy and even her knees to a black plastic sheet beneath her, where the spooge accumulates in little pools.

Do you prefer that M. keeps her all to himself, or are you turned on by the prospect of him ordering S. to serve his friends, schoolmates and neighbors? Will she balk at being used by others? If so, how much punishment will he need to inflict before she learns the discipline to obey, and to perform vigorously?

Photo 32

Last in the breakfast sequence. The camera is pointing down at the tabletop. The plastic sheet extends into the corner of the frame, its surface streaked with the residue of the cum, which has been mostly removed. On the table, a cream pitcher is overflowing, gobs of fresh cum streaking its sides and accumulating around the base, waiting for S's next degenerate meal.

The Photo Album Ch. 02



The Photo Album Ch. 02

Please read Chapter 1 before this next section.

Lunch

Photo 1

The camera is behind the chair as soft daylight fills the spare but elegant room. The blurry background clock says noon. A large black anal plug is on the seat of the chair.

Photo 2

Profile view: S. is sitting in the chair, grimacing as if the plug is now fully embedded in her ass. She is wearing a charcoal gray, lacy European quarter bra that exposes her gorgeous tits, and matching stay-up stockings. There are no panties, bikini briefs or garter belt. Now that her tits are no longer semi-covered by the baby doll she wore in the morning, they show faint marks, as if from a cane, switch or whip. She is wearing black heels.

Humiliatingly, M, her master, has not permitted S. to clean up since breakfast. Her formerly glossy black hair is a dull mess, clotted with gobs of dried semen. It has dried into flakes across her face and on her tits, flakes which fall off and come to rest on her lacy stocking tops.

Photo 3

Looking down at the table top: the camera depicts a bowl of black fettuccine on the table, the kind made with squid ink to get the dark color. M. has poured a huge amount of "sauce" onto the pasta from the same pitcher that appeared during breakfast, an obscene version of Pasta Alfredo.

Photo 4

Side view: standing on the far (left) side of the chair and not in focus, M. is pulling S. forward by the nipples, his blunt fingers stretching the dark stalks till her face is almost touching the food. As before, her face is rotated right, away from the food and facing the camera. Although her expression is one of pain from the nipple torture, one wonders whether her refusal is only a pretext for punishment.

Photo 5

Close-up: heavy chrome alligator clamps have been attached to the base of S's massive nipples, connected by a weighty chain.

Photo 6

Extreme close-up of a clamped nipple, the dark nubbin extending over a half-inch beyond the clamp jaws.

Photo 7

M. has tightened the nipple clamps, compressing the stalks. The top of each nipple has swollen into a much larger size than in the previous shot.

Photo 8

Close-up of a fork, holding a modest mouthful of fettuccine but drenched with cum.

Photo 9

Close-up of S's mouth, sucking the coated pasta into her thick lips. Her chin is greasy with spunk.

Photo 10

Side view: S. is kneeling on a leather ottoman placed alongside the table, leaning forward, hands bound together at the wrists with a leather cuff and resting on the table edge, the broad fingers splayed. The nipple chain has been separated into two independent lengths with sizable weights added, stretching the agonized nipples to an amazing 1 1/2 inches.

M. stands behind her, out-of-focus at the left edge of the shot, apparently fucking her cunt. He is pulling back her head so it's facing up in the air. Her face is contorted with pleasure.

Photo 11

Side view: M. is cumming. A long jet of spend has arced into the air above S's back and over her head.

Photo 12

The angle is from the table, facing them head-on: M's massive ejaculations have splattered onto S's hair, face and chest, extending onto the table.

Photo 13

Side view medium close-up: M. has spun S. around, facing him on her knees as he shoots into her open mouth. Her face has been freshly drenched, the skin surface totally obliterated like heavy a frosting, the hot jism dissolving the encrusted layer already there from breakfast. Layer cake.

Photo 14

Table shot: M's cock is resting on the rim of a juice glass, filled with several final shots his copious ejaculate.

Photo 15

Close-up: S's mouth is wide open, filled beyond the maximum with M's hot spunk. Two wide streams flow out of the corners of her lips, flowing onto her tits and flooding the clamped nipples.

Photo 16

Side view: S. is again kneeling on the ottoman, her face above the table, where she has finished licking all the cum from the surface, leaving residual smears where there had been gobs and pools.

Photo 17

S. is leaving the dining room, pulled by the taut nipple chain held by M. For the first time in this sequence, we see her from the rear, her arms held behind her back, each wrist tied with black cord to an opposing elbow. Her thighs, taut ass and back are crisscrossed with thin marks. The thick long plug remains fully embedded in her ass.



The Photo Album Ch. 02



Chapter 02 - Movie Night

The next time I went to Mom's house was Wednesday evening. I knew that she'd be out, having dinner with the Rutherfords, but it was a free evening for me, and it was no problem for me to let myself in.

The attic was starting to get cleared out enough for me to organize boxes of stuff by similar 'types' -- Christmas decorations, old books, old clothes (flower-print bell-bottoms? Please, Mom -- tell me you never actually wore those), and so forth -- I could move them each to separate sections of the attic.

As I was moving some boxes of books around, I came across the box of movies that I'd discovered the last time I'd been there. I smiled to myself, knowing that at least some of them almost certainly contained some highly erotic footage of Mom and Dad and the Rutherfords, based on the photo album that I'd discovered. I pushed the 'Movie' box aside, so I could tend to the other boxes.

Not far away was a smallish box, but as I lifted it, I discovered that it was quite heavy. On the side of the box, it read, '8mm Home Movie Projector'; it was obviously the original box that the projector had come in. Opening the box, I found that it did, indeed, contain an old movie projector. It was an odd, compact model, with the reels laying flat across the top of the projector, rather like the old reel-to-reel audio tape players. It must have had some internal mirrors to make the image project to the proper orientation.

As I looked the old machine over, the awareness slowly advanced from the back of my brain to the front -- with this projector, I could actually watch the movies in the box. I rummaged around in the box of movies, looking for a suitable 'test reel'. I found one, labeled 'Jack First Steps, 1969'. I popped the reel onto the spindle and threaded the film through the slot, then into the hub of the take-up reel. Looking around, I located an electrical outlet, and plugged the projector in. Now all I needed was a screen. I recalled seeing a sheaf of poster-board somewhere in my dealings with the attic; I found it without too much difficulty, and set up a makeshift screen. I flipped the 'ON' switch on the projector; the bulb, perhaps miraculously, lit up. Another switch started the reels turning, and -- lo and behold! -- slightly blurry, faded-color images, with no sound, of my year-old self, standing unsteadily in my dad's firm-but-gentle hands, appeared on the poster-board 'screen'.

I was transfixed by the images on the screen -- it was virtually like a living time-capsule. There was my dad, young and dark-haired, holding me up, encouraging me to step out into the brave new world of bipedal transport. And there was me, taking one, then two, then three wobbly steps, before losing my balance and falling awkwardly sideways. There was a break, and then Mom was holding me up, and once again, I stepped forth, making five or six steps, while Mom clapped her hands gleefully. Simply wonderful.

The 'First Steps' film was quite short; after just a few minutes, the action ended, so I flipped the switch to 'rewind', while I rummaged through the box for another reel. I suppose I could have reached for one of the 'Vacation' reels, but after my earlier discovery of the 'Sailing Trip' photo album, I was irresistibly curious about the reels labeled 'Rutherfords', so I reached for one dated 1972, when I was four years old.

Holding the reel in my hand, I paused for just a second, realizing, based on the Photo Album, that it was quite likely that this reel of 8mm film would be a live-action look-in on my parents' sex life, possibly including some 'non-standard' activity with the Rutherfords. I wondered inside myself whether I should really take that peek into my parents' past, or whether that was more properly their own private remembrance. But then, Mom knew that I'd seen the photos from the sailing trip, and she hadn't been terribly discreet, in recent days, about her ongoing relationship with Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford. Besides, I reasoned, if she really didn't want anyone to see them, she would certainly have hidden them better than simply stashing them in the attic. I don't know if my moral reasoning was quite as thorough as it could have been, but in the end, my erotic curiosity tipped the scales.

*****

I threaded the film through the projector and started the film rolling. On the screen, Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford entered through the front door of our house, while Mom welcomed them with a happy smile.

I thought to myself, this was 1972; all four of them were in their early 30s, which fit with the images on the screen. Mom had the richly beautiful auburn hair that I remembered from my childhood; Mrs. Rutherford was a sandy ash-blond. Dr. R was tall, dark and handsome; Dad was, at least at the beginning, behind the camera. It was like taking a time machine back to my early childhood.

Mom, still smiling, looked up at Dr. Rutherford. He pulled her close, and lowered his head to kiss her. And what a kiss! I watched as Mom virtually melted her body into Dr. R's, and their jaws worked feverishly as they tangled their tongues together in passionate greeting. As they continued to kiss, I saw Mom drop her hand to the front of Dr. R's pants, gripping his package, and stroking her hand over his length and thickness. For his part, Dr. Rutherford cupped his hand over Mom's clothed breast and kneaded it sensually.

As Mom and Dr. R continued kissing and groping each other, I saw a hand -- Dad's left hand -- enter the frame from behind the camera, beckoning Mrs. R closer. She walked toward the camera, smiling seductively, until Dad's hand could reach the buttons of her blouse. Deliberately, one-by-one, the dad-hand unfastened all of her buttons, until Mrs. R's blouse was completely open, exposing a lacy white bra. Mrs. R shrugged her shoulders, dropping the blouse onto the floor behind herself, then, reaching behind herself, she unhooked the clasp of her bra, so that it hung loosely in front of her breasts, and with a hunch of her shoulders, it fell off her, onto the floor.

I had to admit, the 30-something Mrs. Gwen Rutherford had some really lovely breasts -- honest C-cups, I guessed, full and firm and round. With a laughing grin, she shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to jiggle and shake for the camera. Now, that was a visual effect that hadn't come through in the still photos. Dr. R even looked up from kissing Mom to watch them bounce. Then she moved closer to the camera, so Dad's seemingly-disembodied left hand could fondle and squeeze her tits.

As if taking their cue from Mrs. R, Mom and Dr. R set about the business of getting each other naked, still not even ten feet from the front door. Dr. R fumbled with the buttons on Mom's blouse until it too fell open. Then, with swift and skillful movement, he stripped her blouse off her, then unclasped her bra and pulled it off her, leaving her naked from the waist up. Simultaneously, Mom unbuttoned Dr. R's shirt and stripped it off him, baring his hairy chest, which she then proceeded to cover with kisses, licking across his furry expanse, while he urgently kneaded and fondled her fulsome tits.

Mom was fumbling with Dr. R's belt-buckle, and once she got it open, his pants fell to the floor, leaving only his cotton briefs to cover his straining erection, which was proudly angled upward, inside the stretchy fabric.

For a second, the camera swung downward, to where Mrs. R was on her knees, fumbling to get Dad's pants off him. When she pulled the elastic waistband of his briefs out over his raging hard-on, Dad's cock stood proudly, straight out and upward from his loins, while Mrs. R took it in her hands, lovingly licking and sucking on it.

The camera swung back to Mom and Dr. R. Dr. R was now completely naked, his cock bobbing up and down as he moved. I watched the faded, flickering images on the screen, as he slipped his hands into the back of Mom's panties, cupping the cheeks of her ass and happily fondling them, then sliding her panties off her onto the floor. Mom turned to face the camera (Dad), twirling in a little spin-dance, making sure that her furry pussy got recorded on film for posterity (me, apparently). Then Dr. R dropped his hand down, cupping it over Mom's pubic mound, and slowly tracing his finger along her slit.

The three of them who weren't behind the camera -- Mom, and Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford -- quickly gathered themselves for a 'group shot', all standing naked, facing the camera and grinning, four full round breasts, two hairy pussies and a stiff cock, all on prominent display. Then Mom grabbed hold of Dr. R's erection and pulled him off-camera to the left, pointing the way ahead of her, before the shot ended.

In the next scene, Mom was sitting on the couch in our den (a somewhat-bizarre, late-60s-style couch), while Dr. Rutherford knelt between her legs. The two of them were looking at each other, laughing and grinning, and then Dr. R dropped down and began nibbling on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I watched as Mom rolled her head back, savoring the erotic sensations as he nibbled and nuzzled her most intimate parts. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but before long, Mom was twitching and writhing, lurching spastically up off the couch, her mouth forming a soundless 'O' as Dr. Rutherford ravaged her cunt with his mouth. At last, she leaned back on the couch and, clasping her hands behind Dr. R's head, ground her pussy furiously against Dr. R's face. Her head rolled back, her jaw dropped, and at last, she began quivering and shuddering to an orgasm. You couldn't have caught that with a still photo, either.

The camera lurched again, and when it returned, Dr. Rutherford was behind the camera, and Dad and Mrs. R were on the floor, engaged in a sultry 69. Dad lay on his back on the floor, munching on Mrs. R's pussy, while she lay atop him, her head bobbing up and down on his thick meat. Dr. Rutherford was a bit more of an active cameraman than Dad had been, moving the camera around the sexually-engaged couple on the floor, seeking out the most erotic camera angles -- now showing Dad's tongue as it ran along Mrs. R's sultry pussy, her sandy pubic hair adorning her plump cunt-lips, and now showing Mrs. R in close-up, her tongue licking sensually along the length of Dad's cock, her hands tenderly cradling and fondling his balls, her breasts mashed between them against Dad's belly.

Dad and Mrs. Rutherford continued their mutual oral plundering of each other's genitals, until finally, the screen image of Mrs. R sat up and, rolling her head back, ground her pussy hard against Dad's face, until she hunched forward and seemingly lost control of her body, jerking and writhing, her shoulders twitching, her mouth in a silent 'O' and her eyes tightly shut.

Slowly, her orgasm subsided, and she returned her attention to Dad's cock, licking and sucking on it, and swirling her tongue around his cockhead. I could see Dad's head rolling back as he began to thrust his hips up against Mrs. R's oral ministrations. Then he briefly raised his head and said something to her (which, since there was no sound in the movie, I couldn't tell). Then he laid his head back and exhaled. I could see his cock twitching and pulsating in Mrs. R's hand, while she kept her mouth wrapped around his cockhead. As Dad's movements gradually subsided, Mrs. R sucked his cock clean, then sat up. Dr. R moved in for a close-up, and she opened her mouth wide, displaying Dad's thick white cum filling her mouth. Then, with a sensually erotic leer, she closed her mouth and swallowed.

*****

Once again, the scene cut off at that point. The next scene opened in Mom and Dad's bedroom. Mom was leaning over the edge of the bed, with Dr. R behind her. Mrs. R was sitting on the edge of the bed; all three of them were looking back toward the camera. The camera jiggled a couple times, and the focus moved in and out, then Dad walked into the field of view, the half-moons of his ass receding from the camera as he walked. Obviously, he had fixed the camera to a tripod, so all four of them could be in action at once.

I chuckled to myself as I watched, and shook my head. I could never have imagined my own parents making their own 'sex tape'; nor could I ever have imagined watching them having sex. Much less, swapping with their friends the Rutherfords. Yet there was a part of me that understood completely -- this was stuff they wanted to remember, and never forget.

Dad took his place between Mrs. R's legs, and she laid back on the bed, raising her legs into the air. Dad had her angled so the camera was looking directly at her eager pussy. Dad took his throbbing erection in his hand and began to rub it up and down along her opening, then slowly pressed into her, his cockhead disappearing inside her, then, inch by inch, his entire cock slid into her, until he was bottomed-out inside her. He held her ankles up and apart, in a 'V', as he slowly moved in and out of her, their eyes locked together in erotic union.

On the other side of the bed, Dr. Rutherford entered Mom from behind, as she pressed herself back against him, propping herself up on her elbows as he began to slide his pole in and out of her. After a while, he leaned forward, cupping his hands over Mom's tits and fondling them while they swayed back and forth, in time with their fucking.

For a long while, the two couples on the screen happily fucked on and on, and I watched Dad's cock sliding in and out of Mrs. Rutherford, and Dr. Rutherford's cock sliding in and out of Mom, their respective erections alternately being consumed by their partners' vaginas, and re-emerging from them to plunge back inside them once again.

After a while, Dr. Rutherford pulled out of Mom, and laid on his back on the bed, so Mom could ride him. She climbed up onto the bed, lifted her leg over Dr. R so she was straddling him, then reached between her legs to grip his cock and align it with her opening. Then she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft and began sensually grinding her cunt on his thick pole.

Dad had leaned forward now, so that his chest was lying on top of Mrs. Rutherford. They were kissing deeply, soulfully, as his cock slid in and out of her; her legs were wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked together, holding him inside herself.

Then Dad rose up, holding himself up with his arms, and began rolling his hips into Mrs. R, driving himself into her furthest depths, and slowly increasing his rhythm. He and Mrs. R locked eyes with each other, and soon they were fucking at a furious pace, until finally Mrs. R rolled her head back, her mouth open in a cry of ecstasy that the movie couldn't record, and then Dad followed, driving himself to her depths and holding himself there. I could see the muscles in his ass twitching as streams of his semen erupted, unseen, into her. For several minutes afterward, he slowly, almost involuntarily, ground himself into her, as his erection gradually softened inside her, until he finally fell forward on top of her, the two of them covering each other with grateful kisses.

I saw Mom, still riding Dr. Rutherford, look over at Dad and Mrs. R as their explosive mutual climax overtook them. Even as Dad and Mrs. R were still in their orgasmic throes, Mom began to increase her tempo, and I could see her ass-muscles clenching on Dr. Rutherford's cock as she ground herself onto him. Her fingers clenched on the skin of his upper chest, and soon she was squirming uncontrollably from side to side on his cock, as another orgasm washed over her. Dr. Rutherford was driving his hips up off the bed, forcing his cock into her depths, until I saw his entire body clench up, his chest rising up off the bed, as with gritted teeth, he shot great globs of his cum into her. Mom fell forward on top of him, and after a while, I could just make out blurry white streaks of his cum slowly oozing out of her, running down his still-semi-hard shaft.

The four of them lay nearly motionless on the bed, but for the up-and-down heaving of their chests as they caught their breath. After a couple minutes of that, the film ended, and the screen went dark.

I sat there in the attic, utterly transfixed by what I'd seen. Even though the film was old, and grainy and streaky, and the color was faded, that brief film of my parents fucking with their best friends was about the most intensely erotic thing I'd ever seen, orders of magnitude beyond the still photos I'd seen a couple weeks before -- I could see the women's tits bouncing, and the cocks not merely buried in their pussies, but sliding sensually in and out of them. It was a very dynamic view of my parents' sexuality, and their friends', and it was utterly stunning.

It wasn't as though I couldn't imagine my parents having sex, all those years ago. And I'd had a couple weeks by then, to wrap my mind around the idea that they'd had a pretty 'open' arrangement with the Rutherfords. But I hadn't imagined that their sex lives had been so rich, so intense, so sensual. It was incredibly eye-opening.

I sat there quietly for a minute, then rewound the tape, and returned it to its box. Then I re-packed the projector in its box, and got back to work on the attic. After I'd put in a couple hours, I got things settled for the next time I'd be there.

As I stood by the door, surveying the work I'd done over the past few weeks, my eye fell again on the box of movies. I couldn't resist looking through the box one more time, to see if there were any videos I could take with me, to watch at home. I rummaged through the VHS-C tapes and picked one, dated 1992 -- 20 years ago, and 20 years after the film I'd just watched. Fortunately, the adapter was also there, so I could play the tapes on my old VHS player, so I pulled that out, too.

Then I turned out the light and went home.

*****

It was a couple days before I could pop the videotape into my player. The compact cassette snapped neatly into the adapter, resulting in a full-sized entity that my old VHS player would readily accept.

When the tape started rolling, it was quite similar to the old 8mm reel that I'd viewed in Mom's attic -- the greeting scene at the door, followed quickly by kissing, groping and disrobing just inside the door. There were a few significant differences from the old film reels, though --

(1) the image was much clearer and crisper than the old movies had been; details on the women's nipples and the men's penises, and their bodies in general, were much more clearly visible.

(2) All the principals were 20 years older, in their early 50s -- both Dad and Dr. Rutherford were sporting swatches of gray hair around their temples, and were a tad thicker around the middle; Mom and Mrs. R were a tad saggier than they'd been in their 30s, but still looking remarkably sexy. 

And (3) there was sound. I could hear all the sexy banter as they greeted each other at the door, and all the moans and groans of the soundtrack of sex, once the fucking got going in earnest.

So when Mom greeted Dr. R at the door, I heard her say, "God, Brian, I have been horny all week, waiting for you to get here."

Or Dad, from behind the camera, saying to Mrs. R, "I hope you're ready, Gwen, 'cuz my cock is hungry for your pussy tonight."

To which Mrs. R replied with a grin and a chuckle, "Well, she's hungry for you, too, Jim."

The script of the film played out pretty similarly to the old film reel. Even long-term foursomes settle into their comfortable routines, I suppose. But now, when the camera was on the tripod and Dad was eating Mrs. R's pussy, I could hear the hungry 'munching' sounds he was making, and her moans of pleasure. And when she'd climaxed on his mouth, she pulled him up, saying, "Oh god, Jim -- put it in me! Fill me up with your big, magnificent, cock!"




The Photo Album Ch. 02



On the other side of the bed, Mom was riding Dr. Rutherford again, and this time I could hear her sensual groans as she ground him into herself, and his thick man-meat pumped up and down, in and out of her. "Oh god, Brian," I heard her gasp, "you feel so good inside me tonight. Mmmmmmm. . . god, you fuck me so good. . ."

It was completely consistent with what I'd seen in the sailing photos, and in the old 8mm movie, but it was still a little jarring, hearing my mom, at age 52, praising the prowess of her long-time lover, while Dad and his lover, who was the wife of Mom's lover, were on the other side of the bed.

Before long, both couples were rapidly building to their mutual climaxes, and the last few minutes of the scene were a frantic swirl of bodies and voices and naked flesh and orgasmic cries -- 

"Oh god, Jim! Oh god, yesssss!"

"Fuck me Brian! Fuck me harder!"

"Oh, Gwen, baby. . . I'm gonna. . . UUUuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!"

"Oh yeah, Jim! Come in me! Give me your cum!"

"Oh, look, Brian -- they're cumming! Jim and Gwen are cumming!"

"Oh, Ellen, baby. . . me tooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohhhhhhhhhh!"

Dad's and Dr. Rutherford's masculine grunts blended with Mom's moans and Mrs. R's wailing cries, as the cross-mated couples all came to an incredible, swirling, four-way mutual climax, their four bodies all squirming and twisting, looking on the TV screen virtually like a single, writhing, orgasmic entity, until they all fell into a heap of gasping, panting, sexually-sated, middle-aged human flesh. After a few minutes, I saw a man's hand rise out of the heap, bearing the camera remote, and the scene ended.

*****

I thought that that would be the end of the video, but one more scene followed. The camera was still in the same spot, on a tripod, in the same position near the bed. The lights had been dimmed; it was not clear how much time had passed since the previous scene.

Pillows had been piled up against the head of the bed, and both men were seated with their backs reclining against the stacked pillows. This time, the women were paired off with their own husbands, straddling their loins, and slowly, sensually riding their cocks. It was comforting, in an odd way, to see Mom and Dad fucking each other, and the Rutherfords, too -- to know that my parents had loved each other, even if they only took movies when they had their friends over.

Dad and Mom, closer to the camera, locked eyes as they sensually mated together, and I could see the erotic intensity passing between them, as Dad rolled his hips into Mom's pussy, and the clenching muscles in Mom's ass told how she was tightening her cunt-muscles on Dad's cock. Dad leaned forward and took one of Mom's breasts into his mouth, lovingly suckling her while she cradled his head in her arms, purring happily, and covering his head with kisses.

"I love you, James Schmidt," she purred. And Dad, his mouth otherwise occupied, hummed his agreement into her breast.

"God," she continued, "my pussy just feels so. . . happy! Like it's just buzzing and humming. . . I could keep making love to you like this forever. . . I am one well-fucked lady tonight!"

At that, Mrs. Rutherford, still lazily grinding herself on her own husband's thick cock, laughed. "That would be two of us, Ellen dear. . . Who could ever have two better lovers than we do?"

"Mmmmmm. . . ," Mom purred. "Ain't that the truth!"

Not long after that, Dad, with a groan, added his cum to Dr. R's earlier deposit inside Mom's pussy, and Mom came once more, happily receiving her husband's sperm within herself. Then Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford shared a wonderfully warm mutual orgasm of their own. Both couples drifted off into a happy, contented sleep, while the tape rolled on, watching their dimly-lit, sleeping forms, until it broke into white-noise at the end of the tape.

I could only sit back and sigh to myself, somewhere between being incredibly erotically aroused at the sight of my parents and their best friends fucking on my TV screen, and warm, happy satisfaction at the love that had so obviously permeated all of their sex.

Mom and Dad. . . My own mom and dad. . . amazing. . .



The Photo Album Ch. 03



The Photo Album Ch. 03

Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section.

Dinner

Photo 1

The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps.

How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the day's degradations in all their sordid detail? Did she groom herself for the evening onslaught, brushing her hair and applying fresh makeup to her lips and eyes?

Is she proud of her toned body, her hot looks, and curious to see whether the photos do her justice? Or will M. have to force her to view them, documentary evidence of her shameful lust and the demeaning depths she's sunk to?

She's already been abused at breakfast and lunch. How much more of this can she stand? Or is her appetite insatiable?

Photo 2

Silhouette view: the now-obedient sub we know as S, looking rested, sits in the chair, her lustful sensuousness coming through the double layers of her young Dom's sperm juice. She is dressed as at lunchtime: a lacy dark gray European shelf bra and matching stockings, except the stockings are now supported by a garter belt. Still no panties, but she now wears a two-inch wide black leather slave collar. The expensive imported lingerie is an ironic contrast to the blotches of dried cum coating her face, torso and thighs above the stocking tops.

Her hands are clasped behind her head, thrusting the mistreated breasts up and out. Her newly subservient expression is one that welcomes discipline and control.

Photo 3

Close-up looking down at the table top: on the ebony wood stands a large, beautiful martini glass, filled with hot spunk. A wisp of steam arises from the surface.

Photo 4

Close-up: M, S's young master and possibly her nephew or son as well, is slapping fresh steaming cum onto her nipples with the leather flap at the tip of the crop. The nipples are extended and already dripping.

Photo 5

Medium close-up: thin black leather shoelaces have been looped around both big nipples, binding them. The laces hang down to her belly. M's thick spunk is oozing out from between the encircling strands of shoelaces.

Is she afraid to be a single woman on her own? Has she grievously offended or actually damaged the young man who controls her?

Photo 6

Close-up: the martini glass has been drained. Strands of thick cum streak the sides.

What would motivate a hot MILF to accept ongoing bondage and discipline like this? Was she like this during her married life? Did she enter the BDSM scene as a teenager? Who introduced and trained her? Does she feel trapped, yearning to get out and go vanilla? Or is this lifestyle of humiliation and servitude the only one that excites and fulfills her?

Photo 7

Full frontal medium shot from the table top to the chair: S. has slid down in the chair so her shaved groin is more easily accessible. Her legs are spread, the ankles are tied to the base of the chair arms, and her heeled shoes are resting on the seat cushion. M. has wound a third leather shoelace around her cum-covered, bulging clit. Two tiny clamps are also torturing each side of her clit hood, exposing the swollen clit stalk. 

The thick labia are enclosed in wide chrome clamps. But the slippery lips are not only clamped, they're also grotesquely stretched. Black cord extends from the clamps to metal rings sewn into the stocking tops, where the laces are tied off. A dark dildo pries apart her clamped and pulled sex lips.

Has she been to sex and swingers' clubs? For all we know, she's been used by men – and women – at these venues. She's certainly hot enough to take them on. With an incredible body and capacity like hers, she could even have been one of the onstage "guest" performers at a bondage club.

Photos 8–14

Close-ups: a flexible drinking straw rests on S's stretched right nipple. Due to the close-up, we can see that the heavy, transparent straw has been filled with sand and wrapped in a coarse grit of sandpaper. The subsequent photos depict both nipples being whipped on all four sides with the homemade bondage toy. By the end of the series, the nipples have ballooned in size.

Was she trained to be a slave at an exclusive, expensive estate in the country. If so, who paid for her? A domineering boss? A former husband? A leering uncle or wealthy guardian?

Photo 15

Close-up: the tawse hovers above her mound.

Perhaps her sense of self-worth comes only from subjugation to a master and pleasing him.

Photo 16

Close-up: her cunt is engorged and inflamed from a pussy whipping with the tawse.

Maybe she's a sophisticated player who left the intensity of an urban scene for a quieter life in the 'burbs, where her predilections could be hidden?

Photo 17

Side view: M. is kneeling on the chair, face-fucking S. while his right hand pulls the nipple shoelaces and his left hand tugs at the clit lace while twisting and bending the clit hood clamps.

Photos 18–20

Head-on close-ups of the bound nipples and clit being bent and tugged.

Could she have been an ambitious, fast-track career woman and single mother who was so overwhelmed that she ignored her fatherless son for years, forgetting birthdays, missing soccer and softball games? Showing up late for parent/teacher conferences? Deeply guilt-ridden, is she now atoning for her sins, welcoming pain and submission to cleanse years of bad behavior?

Photos 21-25

Side and frontal views: M. spurts his cream into his sub's waiting mouth. Once it's full, he shoots individual streams 5–10 seconds each onto her tits, belly, stockinged thighs and pussy, the jizz pooling around the black shoelace still mercilessly straining her clit.

Should M. actually be her son, is he punishing an oblivious, absentee mother for years of carelessness, incompetence and disappointment? Has his hurt festered for years into the justifiable severity of a dom? Is he a young man who worshiped his sexpot MILF but feels he has every right to punish her for years of self-centeredness and prolonged neglect?

Photo 26

Medium shot: the black dildo is all the way up her pussy. M. has tied the nipple shoelaces to the clit lace and also fastened them to a ring in her collar, pulling all three to the maximum.

Photo 27

Close-up: S's lips are bulging around a big ball gag that M. has strapped onto her head. Cum and saliva are leaking from both corners of her mouth.

If so, the high school student wants to not only punish the bad MILF but humiliate her, make her grovel in depravity, rub her face in the tawdry debasement of a cum and pain slut.

Photo 28

From an angle over M's shoulder: S. is kneeling on a wide bench, knees spread, her head resting on the black leather surface. M. is standing, but supported by the table behind him, his hands with their extra-wide nails pointing his thick cock at the dusky bud of her ass. Her own stubby fingers are visible, pulling apart her ass cheeks so the lubed opening is gaping open, above the dildo rammed into her cunt.

Is she ultimately expecting absolution? Or will the satisfaction of bearing M's mistreatment, of satisfying his voracious and twisted sexual appetite, be enough solace for her?

Photo 29

Close-up: M's cockhead is inside her sphincter.

After giving her to friends and neighbors, will he stop? Or is that just a steppingstone to teachers and coaches and counselors, to his uncle and cousin?

Photo 30

Close-up: his prick has pushed all the way into her ass.

Photo 31

M. is striping her ass with a one-foot switch as he fucks it.

She's been at this so long, her drawers and closets filled. Did it began long ago? Was she initiated as a voluptuous young teenager by an older brother, or a rapacious father? Or was it the other way around? Was she so oversexed, so hungry that she seduced her brother and father with the guarantee that they could do anything to her curious and resilient body?

Photo 32

Medium shot directed down at her face, M. in the background, his arm with the switch raised to strike her again. S. appears to be screaming with pleasure through the ball gag, her eyes defocused, as she cums from the whipping and the two simultaneous cocks.

Is she imagining her first orgy at home as a teen on a sweltering summer afternoon and evening, with her father, uncle and brother indoctrinating her in all the abuses and delights?

Photo 33

S. is lying flat on the bench, front down, her knees spread wide till her legs hang over the sides. We see fresh livid weals, covering not only her ass but also her sweat-drenched thighs. M. has removed the dildo from her pussy, which gapes wantonly, dripping with her juices. Her dark rear hole is also distended, a thick stream of fresh cum pouring out and mingling with her cunt juices, the two substances pooling on the black leather.

Dinner has been served. We are excused.



The Photo Album Ch. 03



Chapter 03 - Taking it Real

The next Saturday, I went to my mom's house earlier than usual, thinking to get in an extra hour or so of attic-cleaning. As I let myself in the front door, I heard voices coming from the upper level. The attic access was on the upper level, so I moved toward the stairs that led there.

"You know, Brian," I heard Mom saying, from the direction of her bedroom, "I still miss Jim terribly, and I wish he were still here with us. But right now, I am so grateful that we kept up our foursomes over the years. I don't know what I'd do if my sex life had died with Jim."

"I know," Dr. Rutherford, uh, Brian, answered. "I'm just glad that Gwen and I can be here for you."

I glanced down the hall. The bedroom door was open, by about a foot or so. Quietly, I slid down the hall, not sure if I should stop to peek through the opening, or just slide on by, to the attic access. Alas, given the photos and movies that I'd discovered in Mom's attic in recent weeks, I couldn't help but sneak a peek.

Mom was naked, lying on her side facing away from me, next to Brian, who was on his back, his erect penis standing straight up from his loins, pointing toward the ceiling. Mom was lazily stroking his cock, which was glistening with a sheen of moisture. As I watched, she raised her leg and rolled on top of him, until she was kneeling astride his groin. I stifled a gasp as she groaned, and began to slide back-and-forth on him; I could see his stiff cock lying flat against his belly. Mom was sliding her pussy-lips along Brian's shaft, stimulating her clitoris against the meaty flesh of his erection. Suddenly, with a twist of her hips, and a guttural groan from her throat, she took him into herself. As she leaned slightly forward, I could see his thickness extending from his balls up to her vagina, and disappearing inside her. Slowly, sensually, she rode him, slowly sliding his stiff cock out of herself, then consuming it back into herself.

I found myself transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of my mother having sex with her long-time friend Brian. But this time, it wasn't an old photograph, or a faded home movie, or even a crisp videotape -- I was watching them fuck live and in real time, even smelling the musky scents of their lovemaking. Apparently they had been at it for awhile -- the air from the bedroom was redolent of sex.

Mom's back was turned to me, and her body hid me from Brian's view. I stood there in the hall, transfixed by the vision of my mother fucking her long-time lover, live and in the flesh.

Their flesh had obviously aged considerably since the '92 video, but it had aged very gracefully. Skin and muscles sagged, but both Mom's and Brian's bodies were still firm and toned, especially for a man and a woman in their 70s. Mom's breasts sagged some, and flopped around as she rode Brian's cock, but they were still full and round. Brian had a full head of snow-white hair, and Mom's was a shimmering silver-gray, which she wore in a loose pony-tail that hung between her shoulder blades.

I couldn't see many adverse effects of aging on their sexual capacities -- both their pubic patches were partially gray, although Mom's bush still showed her natural auburn color, and Brian's was still mostly dark brown. But his erection was still stiff enough for her to ride it, and ride it she did. Even with their aging bodies, it was utterly sensual to watch her raise her hips, reeling Brian's cock out of herself, then lower herself again, reeling him back in.

"Don't they look wonderful together?"

I jumped at the unexpected voice, right next to me. It was Mrs., uh, Gwen Rutherford. Shit! I was so busted!

She laughed gently. "I'm sorry," she whispered, resting her hand on my arm as if to reassure me. "I didn't mean to startle you. When I finished my orgasm, it was your mother's turn with Brian's cock; I had to use the bathroom."

"Oh." Did she really just tell me about her orgasm? Or her husband's cock? Or Mom's 'turn' with her husband's cock?

Inside, I was squirming with embarrassment. I'd been caught peeping in on Mom and her lover fucking, by the woman who'd been fucking that lover, who just happened to be her own husband, just minutes before.

"I'm sorry. . . I. . . uh. . ."

"Oh, don't you worry about that, dear. Your mother knows you know about us. It's OK. Heavens, if she cared that much, she wouldn't have left those movies where you might find them. We're all adults, anyway, aren't we?"

"Uh, yeah. . . I suppose so."

"So, do you want to watch from out here, or do you want to come in and join us?"

"Uh. . . I think I'd just as soon stay out here, for the time being. . ."

"That's fine, Jackie. In fact, I think I'll wait out here with you until Brian and Ellen have had their orgasms."

"Uh. . . OK by me." I looked over at Gwen, and noticed for the first time that she was utterly, completely naked. I'd been so focused on Mom and Brian fucking, and then on my own panic at having been caught, that I hadn't noticed at first.

Under her short, silver-white hair, her utterly infectious smile, more wrinkled and weathered now than it had been in my childhood and youth, was still enough to light up a room. Her breasts sagged more than they had even in the videos from 20 years ago, but they were still round and full, with nipples that stood out proudly. Her body was still taut and firm, even if it sagged a bit with the effects of seven decades of gravity. I could smell the musky aroma of her arousal, still lingering from her recent lovemaking with her husband; she really had been fucking him, just a short time before. And her sandy-colored pubic hair was about half-white itself.

As we stood there, watching Mom and Brian fucking through the opening in the door, Gwen leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist, with a wistful sigh. I returned her gesture, putting my arm around her shoulder, only remembering after I'd touched her that she was naked. Briefly, I pulled my hand off her, before catching myself, realizing that she was just naked, and wasn't going to bite; my arm around her shoulder didn't entail any 'sexual' connotations, necessarily.

After a couple minutes, Gwen put her hand on mine, and dragged it down to her breast, cupping my hand over it.

"Gwen. . ." I said.

"It's OK, Jack; just humor me. I miss your dad almost as much as your mom does."

"OK, Gwen."

I felt the full weight and heft of her mature breast, feeling it bounce and jiggle in my hand as I fondled and caressed it. I leaned down and smiled wryly as I whispered to her, "You know, Gwen -- for a 70-year-old, you've got really nice tits."

"Damn right I do."

In the bedroom, Mom and Brian were slowly but steadily climbing their orgasmic hill. They had been relaxedly, almost lazily, fucking each other for a while now. I was becoming mightily impressed by Brian's staying power, especially if he'd fucked Gwen to orgasm before Mom climbed aboard. But there he was, his cock still stiff, still probing in and out of Mom's sultry vagina, until at last, her body became stiff, and began to shudder and twitch. "Oh god, Brian," she gasped. "I'm cumming!

"Yeah, baby," Brian gently urged her. "Cum for me. Let me see you cum on my cock."

"Oh, yes, Brian! Oh, I'm cumming! Oh, it feels so good. . . so good, Brian. . . Cum with me. . . please? Will you cum inside me?"

"I will, Ellen. . . hang on. . . I'm close. . . here it. . ."

He groaned loudly as his climax broke upon him, and he sent streams of his semen surging into my long-since menopausal mother. 

"Ooooohhhhh. . . ggggoooodddd. . . yyyeeesssssss. . . " Mom groaned. "I feel it. . . I feel your cum. . . inside me. . . Thank you, Brian. . . so wonderful. . . thank you. . ."

With that, she fell upon his chest, whimpering and purring in pure sexual ecstasy and fulfillment.

Gwen and I stood in the hall, taking it all in, marveling at the sensuality of the scene we'd just witnessed.

Then, abruptly, Gwen broke free of our affectionate embrace. Pulling me by the hand, she barged through the half-open door.

"Look who's here!" she said, excitedly.

*****

"Jack!" boomed Brian. "Good to see you, son!"

"Jack?" Mom was a bit startled, as she quickly rolled off Brian, exposing his cock, now lying limp on his loins. At first, she made as if to cover her nakedness, then realized how silly that was. "What are you doing here? I didn't expect you for an hour!" 

Aside from the embarrassment of barging in on my mom having sex, to say nothing of who she was hiving it with, I was more than a little embarrassed to be standing there in her bedroom, with her lying naked on the bed, next to a naked man, who not only wasn't my father, but whom I'd known since my childhood by the honorific 'Dr. Rutherford'.

"Sorry, Mom." I felt my cheeks flushing. "I thought I'd get an early start. I suppose I should've thought that you might be. . . I mean. . . Dr., uh, Brian was here last Saturday. . ."

Brian laughed. "Yeah, I suppose that was a little obvious, wasn't it?"

"It's OK; really," I demurred. "I've seen some of the photos. . . and the movies. . . Honestly, I think that what you guys have together is pretty amazing. A lot of love, the way you take care of each other. I just never imagined. . . I mean, my own parents. . ."

Mom spoke. "Do you really think that, Jack? You're not just horribly disillusioned? You don't think we're a bunch of perverts?"

"Naw, Mom. . . When I first saw the 'sailing' photos, I'll admit I was pretty shocked. But when I thought about it more, and when I saw a couple of the movies, I saw the love that you have for each other. It takes a lot of trust to pull off what you guys have done, I'd imagine."

"You got that right," Gwen chimed in. "It was hard enough. . ."

"Damn right it was hard enough," Brian interrupted, laughing.

Gwen smiled at his juvenile joke and waved him off. "It was hard enough as it was, not to think that Brian might have liked Ellen better than me. Or, if we were having an argument, not to call your dad for some 'comfort'." Mom and Brian nodded their agreement. "Thankfully, those things never became big issues for us."

I nodded. "So," I continued, "if you don't mind my asking. . . How often did you. . .?"

Mom smiled. "Remember those monthly visits to Grandma and Grandpa's when you were little?"

"You're kidding me. . ."

"I am not. When you and Scotty (Scott was the Rutherfords' son, the same age as me) got older, and could sleep over at friends' houses, we just sort-of 'flexed' with the opportunities that we were presented with. Then, once you moved out, we got together pretty much every Friday."

I smiled. "You guys really had it all worked out. . ."

"Well," Mom said, "it was definitely worth it."

I had another question. "So. . . if you were having weekly swap times. . ."

"We were sharing," Brian corrected me. "It was always the four of us together. I wouldn't have liked not knowing what Gwen was doing with Jim. This way, it was all open and transparent."

"Sorry," I said. "If you were sharing together once a week, how often did you and Dad. . .?"

Mom smiled wryly again. "Mothers don't usually tell their sons about their sex lives with their fathers."

"Let alone with their best friends," I retorted, with a wry smirk of my own.

"Yes," Mom admitted, smiling at my comeback, "I suppose that's right. Your father and I made love virtually every day, right up until he got sick. When we were younger, it wasn't unusual for us to do twice a day."

"Wow. . . that's a lot of sex."

"We loved each other very much."

"I always knew that."

"But you didn't know everything," Mom said, still smiling enigmatically.

"Was there ever. . . anyone else? A third couple? Or a fourth? Did you ever go to an orgy?"

"OK!" Gwen interrupted. "That's enough questions for now! I was just noticing that Jackie, here, is the only one of us with any clothes on! Come on, Jack, what do you say? All this sexy talk has got me horny again, and Brian can't keep carrying the whole load for Ellen and me both, all by himself." She shoved me down onto the bed and quickly stripped my shirt off over my head.

"We all miss your dad, Jack," she continued. "There's supposed to be four of us here. . . How'd you like to stand in for him, just this once?"

"I. . . uh. . ."

Gwen was fumbling with the button on the front of my shorts. Inside, my erection was rapidly growing, sapping my powers of rational thought. In short order, she had stripped me completely naked. I lay flat on the bed, my stiff cock pointing straight at the ceiling. Immediately, Gwen began stroking up and down along my length.

"Oh, Jack," my mother purred. "I never knew. You have a marvelous cock, my son -- a lot like your father's; maybe even bigger." Then looking at her friend, she smiled and said, "I think you're really going to like this one, Gwen."

"You think?" Gwen said, fumbling around, looking for something on the nightstand. Mom tossed her the bottle of lube, and Gwen squirted a small pool of it into her palm, then began rubbing it up and down on my shaft. The slick fluid, and Gwen's skillful hands, had my cock quiveringly, pulsatingly hard in minutes.

"Gwen," I groaned, "if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum. . ."

"Don't want that," Gwen chuckled. "At least, not yet!" And, with a quickness that belied her 70 years, she climbed on top of me. With her hands, she placed my lube-slicked cock against her elderly cunt-lips, nestling it between her labia in a sensual genital 'kiss'. Then, with a smile and a groan, she impaled herself on the full length of my erection, my balls nestled against her ass. I savored the sensations of my thick cock buried inside Gwen's mature pussy. This was no photograph, no movie image; this was a real, live, warm, snug, woman's vagina wrapped around my stiff dick. And it belonged to my own mother's lifelong best friend, who might even have changed my diapers, back in the day.

"Oh god," Gwen gasped, "that is so fucking nice." I was only a little taken aback to hear Mrs. Rutherford talking dirty.

Brian chuckled. "It's been awhile since you've had a cock that young, eh Gwen?" 

I didn't know about Gwen, but I hadn't had any kind of sex in weeks; probably more like months, if I was brutally honest with myself. In my 20s, I'd been as sexually active as the next guy, and in my 30s I'd had a failed marriage that had lasted seven years, until my wife got the proverbial itch and went off in search of men whose cocks she liked better than mine; at least we hadn't had children together. Since then, I'd had a few friends-with-benefits, but now, in my mid-40s, willing sexual partners were getting increasingly hard to find. No matter, though; my cock was wonderfully warm and snug inside Gwen's experienced, 70-year-old vagina.

Gwen leaned forward, offering her breasts for me to suckle. I smiled, wondering how long it had been since they had realistically been capable of providing milk. Even so, they were beautiful in their own right, and I knew that both her husband and my father had taken great joy from them, for many years. Eagerly, I took her left nipple into my mouth, gently suckling her, savoring the taste and the firmness of her mature tit-flesh, and eliciting a groan from deep inside her.

"Oh god," she moaned. "That's so good, Jackie; suck my tits."

She began to grind herself on my erection, and gently squeeze my shaft with her cunt-muscles. No matter how old she was, Gwen Rutherford still knew how to fuck.

On the other side of the bed, Mom had nestled into Brian's lap. With one hand, he fondled her breasts, while the other was idly stroking her slit. Mom was holding Brian's limp cock, playfully fondling it. Mom leaned back to whisper in his ear, "Isn't this hot? Look at her fucking him!"

Brian smiled and nodded. "Just like Jim, isn't he?"

Mom only sighed, in tacit agreement.

I was getting close to cumming now, but I wanted Gwen to cum before I did, if at all possible. I was straining with all my might to hold off my orgasm, and I'm sure it showed on my face.

"You're getting close to cumming, aren't you?" Gwen asked me.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

"Well, then, cum ahead!" she said, and began to grind herself onto me with vigorous movements.

"Oh, Gwen," I groaned, "I wanted you to. . ." And with that, my floodgates burst, and rivers of cum shot out the end of my cock, into her. Hell, it felt like all of my internal organs were shooting out the tip of my cock, along with a few gallons of my thick, white seed.

"Oh, yessssss!" Gwen hissed. "Cum for me, Jack. Cum for your aunt Gwen. I want your cum, Jackie -- I want to feel you cum inside me!"

Even as my orgasm crested, and all the cum drained from my balls, I stayed hard for a while longer, still thrusting and pumping inside Gwen's knowing cunt, while she squirmed and writhed through another orgasm. At last, her climax crested, and my cock began to soften. She fell forward, lying on top of me as we both caught our breath.

"Thank you, Jackie-boy. It's been a long time since I've cum like that."

"Ummmmm. . . me too. . . you're welcome?"

I looked over at Mom and Brian.

"Nicely done, young man," Brian chortled. "It's been a long time since I've made her cum like that, too."

Mom reached out and stroked my face, smiling. "Your father would be so proud. . ."

*****

We cleaned ourselves up and wandered down to the kitchen, still naked, while Mom warmed another batch of her deluxe oatmeal for us and Gwen (it was becoming quite natural now to use first names for the Rutherfords) made coffee. We all sat around the table naked, bantering happily about the morning's sexual festivities, and the previous night's.

Brian and Gwen 'casually' asked if I'd like to join them regularly for their Friday foursomes, filling the spot Dad had left open. I looked toward Mom, who just smiled, wordlessly telling me that she liked the idea, as well.

"It's definitely an appealing thought," I replied.

When breakfast was over, we all sighed, and began wandering around the house, retrieving our clothing. When we were all fully dressed, Brian and Gwen warmly kissed and hugged Mom and me, and headed for the door.

"Next time!" Gwen said, cheerily.

"Unless, that is, you need me sooner," Brian chimed in, drawing an elbow in his ribs from Gwen.

After the Rutherfords left, Mom and I sat at the kitchen table together, finishing one more cup of coffee before we headed up to the attic.

"Mom," I said, "I had no idea."

"No reason you would," she answered.

"So. . . why did you leave the photo album where you knew I'd find it?"

She sighed. "It's complicated, Jack."

I wasn't going to let her off quite that easy. "Complicated how?"

She looked at me again. It was an odd look, as if she were pondering how, of even if, she should say what she was thinking.

"Well, Jack," she began, sighing heavily, "How shall I say this? . . . Once a week with Brian, or twice if Gwen doesn't mind, really isn't a replacement for every day with your dad. I've been wondering about how to ask you. . . I mean, if you're really going to join our foursome. . . God, this sounds so cheesy. . . With your dad gone, you're really the man in my life now. . ."

My jaw hit the floor.

"Come on, Jack," Mom said, as she stood from her chair, "Let's go clean the attic. . ."



The Photo Album Ch. 04



The Photo Album Ch. 04

Please read Chapters 1–3 before this next section.

Midnight Snack

Photo 1

Establishing shot: instead of kneeling on the floor or bench, or sitting in the chair, the debased MILF we're calling S. stands for the first time, her toned tanned arms stretched widely above her head and cuffed to a bar. Her long buffed legs are also attached to a spreader bar. A pair of black goggles keep her sightless. The young Dom we refer to as M. has finally allowed her to shower and has oiled her entire body. S's tawny skin glistens in the light, illuminated by a mix of out-of-frame electric lights abetted by dozens of visible tall candles in large candelabra.

Photo 2

Close-up: the wall clock says midnight.

Photo 3

Medium shot: M. has fitted a leather bondage harness to S's head and her breasts thrust up and out from thin black rope that winds above and below them. Large long chains stretch her clamped cunt lips, which hang down an extra couple of inches.

Photo 4

Close-up of S's abused tits. M. has pushed a metal device onto a breast, containing a clamp that squeezes the base of the nipple, plus a mini-clothespin topped by a butterfly clamp. He then rotated the butterfly clamp several times so the clothespin stretched the nipple tip, already bulging and hypersensitive from the clamp below it.

Her mouth hangs open slackly, a thin strand of drool escaping due to the nipple modification.

Photo 5

Shot of table top: the base of a black penis gag hangs open as M. pours cum from the "milk" pitcher into the gag's roomy internal reservoir.

Photo 6

Close-up: M. has inserted the penis gag into his sub's mouth and attached the gag to the head harness.

Photo 7

Medium shot: the young stud has turned S. so that her back faces the camera. He holds a switch or cane against her rear thigh, which he has heavily marked with welts, along with her ass and back. The lurid weals show beautifully against her smooth tawny skin.

Photo 8

Medium shot: S. is facing the camera again. Her thighs, shaved mons, belly and tits are covered with rising weals. Her mouth, compressed tightly with pain, has clamped down on the penis gag, flooding her mouth and leaking from her lips, coating her tits, belly and slit with semen. But she is also delirious with excitement. Pussy juice streaks the inside of her thighs from her dangling labia all the way to her knees.

Photo 9

Medium shot from behind M: suspended by ropes under her arms, S's knees have been tied to a waist cinch. M. stands in front of and facing her, his back toward the camera, the muscles in his back straining, apparently fucking her clamped cunt.

Photo 10

Head-on medium shot: while cum courses out of S's stretched cunt lips, M. now stands behind her, presumably fucking her ass.

Photo 11

Head-on medium shot: two rivulets of cum are dropping to the dark wood floor, one from S's cunt and one from her ass.

Photo 12

The camera is looking down at M, sitting in the chair, and the nude S, kneeling on the floor in front of the chair. She is resting her head on his thigh. He has removed all the hardware – goggles, penis gag, bondage harness, ropes, clamps, mini-clothespins and stretchers. Her nipples are still perversely huge from their recent abuse, extending well over an inch. The cane marks are luridly conspicuous all over her tits and belly.

S's hand rests on M's knees, all five of the broad blunt fingertips visible. His hand rests on S's head, his five stubby digits in clear display.

Is M. planning her program for tomorrow? Will it be more of the same or will he inflict an even higher level of pain? A harsher degree of humiliation? Nude at home except for a garter belt and stockings? Perhaps a slutty black bra with nipple cut-outs and crotchless panties? Gagged and drooling? Made to tip delivery guys with a blowjob on her knees? An anal plug worn for hours in public, along with heavy nipple and pussy clamps? Will the clamps have chains, weights – or both? Told to cum in the car with a dildo plunging into her pussy, a finger pumping her ass, en route to the mall?

And what is S. thinking about? The same as M? Or more severe? is she wondering whether M. will whip or cane her, and with which implement, and how many times? Will he invite over his best friend or cousin after she's been freshly whipped and is still bound, naked and semi-conscious, as in "The Story of O"?

Will the overexcited visitor punish her hard, starting with tawsing her ass and eventually graduating to caning or cropping her tits and pussy? Will the new boy have a nipple, clit and cum fetishes like M. does? Would the guest make her suck him off, fuck her, and then join M. in a DP? What if the DP begins with fucking her face and cunt, but they then want to DP her cunt and ass? Which of their cocks would be thinner for anal?

Endnote

Photo 12 ends the section and the book. On the subsequent page are two lines of text:

Next in the series:

Book II, leather-bound and printed on fine photographic stock.

MMm/F

reluctance / bondage / discipline / modification / tit and clit play / facials / swallowing / high school / lingerie / gags / whipping / clamps / chains / weights / DP / TP

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This description is followed by five photos, half as large as those in the main sections. So it appears that our ugly, idle speculations about what's coming next have been nothing more than wasted daydreaming.

Photo 1

Medium shot, full frontal: we see S. kneeling in a family room, her hands attached to rings at the rear of her leather collar. Her forehead, cheeks and chin glisten from the three heavy cocks surrounding her face. A neighbor, her boss and her son's teacher? She is topless and braless. Precum has been smeared on her excited, big nipples and tits.

Photo 2

Reverse angle: the camera is facing the slave's rear. She is kneeling on the black leather bench, knees spread wide, head resting on the leather and facing back between her legs. S's face is both blindfolded and dildo gagged. The base of her tits are tied tightly and the nipples clamped, leather shoelaces stretching them to bands around her knees.

M's hands are on each cheek of her ass, spreading them widely. Fresh cum deposits are leaking from between her clamped and stretched cunt lips, as well as her distended, dusky asshole. A large, half-full martini glass catches the stream pouring from her pussy.

Photo 3

Wide shot: a profile of S. being triple penetrated. Her slick body is striped with welts and black rope. Beneath her, an older man is fucking her cunt, his stubby fingers grasping her whipped hip. Behind her, M's cock is embedded in her ass. In front of her, a man her age is deep-throating S, his blunt fingers holding his cock.

No, they could not be a neighbor, boss and teacher, because everyone's fingers are similar: thick, blunt, wide. Your call: S's uncle, cousin and nephew? Or her father, brother and son?

Photo 4

The camera is in the same position as in the previous photo, and S. is again being TP'd, but all four positions have changed. The slut now faces up, sodomized by the man her age in a reverse cowgirl. M. is screwing her cunt. Her head is upside down, as she's face-fucked by the older man.

Photo 5

Medium shot, frontal, pointing downward: the submissive beauty is kneeling inside a doorway, torso upright this time. Her arms rise up and are bound outside of the camera frame to the door frame. Goggles obscure her eyes. S's body glistens, either from heavy perspiration, an oiling, or both.

Cloverleaf nipple clamps are connected via leather laces to the rear of the ball gag inside her mouth. Clear nipple pumps imprison her stretched nubs, pulling them to a length of one and a half inches.

A crop and a cane lie across S's spread thighs. Patches of cum are drying on her face, stretched tits and labia, striped belly and thighs.

S's knees are spread widely (also tied in place) and her outer cunt lips, clamped with cords tied off to her stocking tops, are gaping wetly. Another cord rises from a clit hood clamp to a leather waist belt, pulling the abused hood so her inflamed clit is exposed. The clit itself is encased in a small, clear plastic clit pump that strains it outward a full inch.

Whoever these men are, she seems to have been at their service for a long time, perhaps as a precocious teenager during all-male winter holidays at a hotel suite and summer vacations at a remote lakeside cabin? Years later, still as lustful and debauched as ever, she is still at their service, still ready for more.



The Photo Album Ch. 04



Chapter 04: A Movie Orgy, and Mom's New Lover

Mom and I climbed the stairs to the attic. When she got to the top, she looked around approvingly at the work I'd done over the previous weeks.

"Very nice, Jack," she complimented me. "I don't think it's ever been this orderly. Thank you."

"No big deal," I replied, "really."

"Oh, but it is." Mom looked around until her eyes fell on the box of movies. She bent over to pick it up. "No reason for this to stay in the attic anymore, I suppose," she said to herself as she headed back toward the stairs. "Oh, Jack," she called over her shoulder, "could you bring that old projector down with you? I think we're going to want to have it handy later on."

'Handy later on?' I thought to myself. What do you have in mind, Mom?

When we got back down to the bedroom level, Mom set the box down on her bed and rummaged around in her closet until she found another box, which she pulled down from the topmost shelf. Inside were a few full-size VHS tapes, not the compact VHS-C tapes I'd discovered in the attic. She pulled out one of the tapes and showed it to me. It bore the simple label '1985'.

"I don't know why Gwen didn't want to answer your question," she said. "If you know about the four of us, you might as well know all of it."

"All of it?"

"Come on," she said, stacking the two boxes together and heading downstairs to the den, where the TV was. And the old VHS player.

She had me sit on the couch, while she got the VHS player set up. Once the tape was ready, she sat next to me.

She exhaled, saying, "If the tapes of the four of us didn't bother you, let's see what you think of this. . ."

Suddenly, I was wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

The image on the TV came into focus. A tall man and a very buxom blonde, both of them looking to be in their 40s, or maybe their early 50s, were standing naked together, grinning at the camera. They looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't say exactly how.

Mom leaned close to me. "That's Derek and Rosemary Jamison," she whispered, "our hosts. Derek. . ." she started, as if to explain something. "That man was. . ." She paused again. "Well, just wait and see for yourself."

Okay, I thought to myself, I wonder what I'm gonna see?

On the TV, the doorbell rang. Mr. Jamison, uh, Derek answered the door, greeting Brian and Gwen Rutherford, who were laughing out loud at the naked welcome.

"Get right to it, I say!" Derek laughed. "Why waste time getting out of our clothes?"

"Excellent point!" Brian replied.

"I agree," said Gwen.

Rosemary stepped forward to greet Brian, stroking the bulge that was already growing in the front of his pants as she kissed him warmly, and pressed her large, full breasts against him.

"Come on, Brian," she said, "I can't wait to get at your cock!"

"Say no more, Rosemary," Brian answered her, with a chuckle. "He can't wait to get at you, either!" The four of them all laughed together, and quickly, both Rutherfords were as naked as their hosts.

The doorbell rang again. This time, it was a dark-haired couple.

"Paul and Rita Bignelli," Mom whispered.

Paul was swarthily Italian-looking, and his wife was a classic Italian beauty, with flashing dark eyes, full, round breasts that demanded attention even covered by clothing, and raven hair. They also laughed at their naked welcome, and stripped immediately.

"You can toss your clothes on the bench there, in the hall," Rosemary said. "There are drinks in the den."

"Wonderful!" enthused Brian, and the first four guests wandered back to the den, while the Jamisons remained by the door to greet the rest of the guests.

Next to arrive were another couple I didn't recall ever meeting. The husband was medium height and stocky; his wife was a tall ash-blonde, with a nice pair of tits of her own.

"The Schafers," Mom whispered. "George and Melinda."

I nodded. "Am I gonna need a program to keep the players straight?" I asked.

So far, there were four couples at the Jamisons' house on the TV. And I presumed that Mom and Dad were going to be there soon, since Mom had the tape.

Sure enough, the next guests to arrive were my parents, in their mid-40s at the time of the video. Dad was showing some gray around his temples. Mom's auburn hair, which she never colored, was showing a few flecks of gray. But they both looked youthful and energetic. Dad laughed and jumped when Rosemary Jamison gripped his cock through his pants, as she had with all the arriving men. Mom gave Derek a warm kiss, and 'shook hands' with his naked penis, now semi-hard. Derek slipped his hand inside Mom's loose-fitting blouse to fondle her breast affectionately.

It slowly dawned on me what I was seeing. "This is an orgy!" I exclaimed. "You really did have orgies!"

Mom blushed. "Yes, we did. But only once a year, in the summertime."

"How did you meet everybody?"

"Well, Brian and Gwen were a bit more. . . adventurous than your father and I. They made some contacts through swingers' clubs, and then your dad and I tagged along."

I shook my head. This was gonna be a helluva tape to watch. "How many more couples?" I whispered to Mom.

"Just one more couple," she answered.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and the last couple -- the sixth -- entered.

"Peter and Stephanie Hardon," Mom said.

I looked at her with one eybrow arched. "Peter Hardon?" I asked. "His parents must not have been thinking."

Mom laughed. "You're not the first to think that," she smirked. "Peter took a lot of teasing over his name. He also seemed to take it as a personal challenge to live up to."

"Ah," I nodded, "good for him."

"Not just him," Mom said, with a smirk.

*****

Once all the guests had arrived, the scene shifted to a large open room that I figured must be the den, since that's where the Jamisons had directed everyone. Scattered around the room, couples were paired off -- none with their own spouses -- kissing and groping one another, as the Jamisons and Hardons entered the room. I could see Dad with Rita Bignelli, squeezing and fondling her large, gorgeous tits, while she was stroking his cock. Mom was likewise engaged with George Schafer. Across the room, Brian Rutherford was paired off with George's wife Melinda, and Gwen was with Paul Bignelli.

The camera jiggled momentarily, while Derek attached it to the tripod near the doorway. Then Derek managed to get the various erotic pairings at least momentarily disengaged, and they all gathered in the middle of the room.

"Welcome, everyone!" Derek began. "Rosemary and I are honored to have you all at our house for an evening of mutual fun." He gave a brief orientation to the layout of the house, and which rooms were available for 'playing' in, where the drinks were, and the bathrooms, and so on.

Then he smiled. "Before things get rolling in earnest, though, we have a couple ice-breakers we'd like to do, just to get everyone acquainted with each other, since some of us are here for the first time."

Derek had all the men stand in an outward-facing circle. "Now then, ladies -- your goal is to work your way around the circle, until you've sucked the cocks of all six guys; it's sort-of like Musical Blowjobs, except nobody loses, and nobody has to get out of line." Everybody got a chuckle out of that. "I've got a timer here," he continued, "and when it rings, just rotate to the next guy to the right, until you've tasted all six of our cocks. Clear enough?"

The women all giggled, and distributed themselves around the circle of men. Then they all got on their knees, looking back and forth at each other and laughing. Derek held up the timer, turned the dial and placed it on a little stand inside the circle formed by the six men's asses.

Derek and Paul were the men facing most directly toward the camera. Dad and Brian were facing away, so I couldn't really see them. Initially, Mom was paired with Paul, and I could see her deep auburn hair bobbing back and forth as she stroked her head back and forth along his shaft. A couple times, she pulled her head off his cock, and moved to the side, as if to display his package for the camera. And a fine package it was, too! Mom hadn't been sucking him very long before he was fully eight inches long, and admirably thick. She faced the camera, saying, "I'm gonna have some fun with this one, later on!"

"Maybe sooner than later," Paul grinned down at her.

I could see Gwen a couple spots to Mom's right, sucking Peter's hard-on.

Soon the timer rang, and Derek called out, "Time! Ladies, move one place to your right!"

All six women knee-walked to the next cock to their right. That meant that Gwen moved toward the back, where Dad and Brian were, out of the direct line-of-sight of the camera, and Mom moved to Derek.

For the first time, I noticed Derek's erection -- it was huge! Paul had a really magnificent cock, but Derek's was incredible --thicker than Paul's, and at least an inch-and-a-half longer. Mom took hold of it, again displaying it for the camera. Then, holding his shaft straight up, she bent down and sensually licked his balls, taking them one at a time into her mouth, gently rolling them on her tongue, while Derek groaned.

-----

I leaned over to Mom as we watched together. "Jeez, that Derek has a huge cock, doesn't he?"

Mom purred happily. "Mmmmmm. . . Yes, he does. Biggest one I've ever had, anyway. . . And my god. . . well, just keep watching. . ." I found myself wondering just how many cocks my mother had had, in her life.

-----

The TV version of Mom was now licking sensuously along the entire length of Derek's wondrous member, from his balls to his cockhead, and then back. Whenever she arrived at the head, she took it in her mouth and sucked on it for several seconds. From her cheeks, I could see how she was swirling her tongue around the head of Derek's cock, producing sensations which I could only imagine, that drew agonizing groans from Derek.

"God, I love your cock, Derek," she breathed.

-----

Back in the present, the real Mom leaned closer against me, draping my arm around her shoulder. Then she casually rested her hand on my crotch, which was beginning to grow a bulge in the front of my pants. Idly, she began to stroke along the length of my eager manhood, while I began to lazily grind my hips against her strokes.

My mind was spinning with the thought that my mother -- my own mother! -- seemed so intent on making love to me, her 40-something son. But the sensations in my cock were over-riding whatever reluctance I might have had in my brain.

-----

On the TV, the timer rang again, and Mom moved on to Peter's cock, and then to Dad's and Brian's and George's, in order. None of the men wanted to cum yet, so early in the evening, and by the time the women were on their last couple rotations, it became a game of exquisite torture, as all the men were on the edge of orgasm, but striving mightily to resist it. When the timer rang at last for the end of the last turn, several of the men let out heavy groans of relief. 

Derek came to the center again. "Okay, ladies," he began, "now it's your turn." He motioned to the corner of the room, where a pair of couches were arranged in an 'L' shape. "Each of you take a spot on the couch, and then guys, arrange yourselves, one to each woman, and we'll play Musical Pussy-Licking. Same as before -- when the timer rings, move to your right."

Mom was on the end closest to the camera. Her first cunt-licker was George. Dad was somewhere near the middle, paired with Rita.

I watched as George bent down and began nibbling on the insides of Mom's thighs. She had her eyes closed, and her hands resting lightly on his head, a dreamy smile spread across her face. From the movies I'd seen before, it seemed that Mom was pretty sensitive to having her pussy licked, and I imagined it wouldn't be long before she was having her first orgasm.

I guessed right. As soon as I could tell that George had his tongue on Mom's clit, she was grinding her hips furiously against the strokes of his tongue.

"Oh god, George. . . Oh, yesssss!. . ." she groaned. "Oh, god, I'm cummimg!" Her head rolled from side to side as she gripped George's head tightly, pressing it tightly against herself, bucking wildly into his face as he continued to lick her. I don't know if she had one long orgasm, or twelve shorter ones, one after the other. By the time the timer rang, she was whimpering from the intensity of the sensations in her pussy.

When George moved on, Peter took his place between Mom's knees. "Hello, Ellen," he smiled. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply of her scent. "You smell wonderful tonight," he sighed. "I can't wait to taste you."

Peter leaned forward, and quickly, Mom was right back at her orgasmic peak. I had never seen a woman respond with such a hair-trigger to having her pussy eaten.

Dad was one place down from Mom now, tending to Stephanie. She seemed to be responding more slowly than Mom, but very intensely. She ground her hips slowly against Dad's face, her eyes closed, and her lips pursed in a silent 'ooo'. Dad cupped his hands under her ass as her orgasm continued to build, slowly but inexorably.

It was utterly wild, seeing my parents so close to each other, but engaged in pussy-licking with two others who weren't even married to each other.

Soon, Mom was wailing and thrashing in another round of orgasms on Peter's tongue, and Stephanie was squealing out her own climax.

"Oh god, Jim!" she cried. "You're making me cum! Oh, god yes!"

And on it went. When Dad had his turn with Mom, he paused for a second before he began. "Hello, lover," he smiled.

"Hello, stud," Mom chuckled back at him.

"How many of the guys do you think you'll fuck tonight?"

"All of them, I hope! In fact, I'm hoping that all of them will cum inside me!

"That would be so hot!" Dad enthused. Then turning to the group, he said, "Did you all hear that, gentlemen? Ellen wants all six of us to cum inside her tonight!"

"Oh, Ellen," Rosemary laughed, from the other end of the couch, "you are such a slut! You'll have cum dripping down your ass!"

"I certainly hope so!" Mom grinned.

By that time, Dad was licking Mom's pussy, and she was in the throes of another orgasm in short order.

Derek had the next shot at orally plundering Mom's pussy, then Brian, and finally Paul. When the timer rang at the end of Paul's turn, Derek stood up, saying, "Now that we've all gotten to know each other a bit, I hope you'll all enjoy the rest of the evening. Our house it at your disposal -- enjoy!"

-----

The realization dawned on me that, this being a full-size VHS tape, it could have two hours or more of six couples' worth of erotic play, not the half-hour of the compact tapes I'd seen previously. And, with six men and six women, there were 36 different possible couplings. I smiled and settled in; this was gonna be awhile, and it was gonna be good.

-----

When the Musical Pussy Licking game ended, Paul didn't even get up from between Mom's legs. He just looked her in the eyes, a wry grin crossing his face. "I told you," he said, "that you'd be playing with my cock again soon."

Mom just gripped his large cock with both her hands, and placed it against her opening. "God yes, Paul," she gasped. "Put it in me. Fuck me. Please!"

Paul didn't say a word, but simply grinned, and drove his cock into her depths in a single stroke. Both of them groaned loudly at the sensations of being intimately joined together. Mom reached around Paul and gripped his ass-cheeks, holding him deep inside herself.

"Oh god, Paul!" she gasped. "Your cock feels so good inside me. . . so BIG! Let me just feel you deep inside me. . ."

Paul's eyes suddenly got wide, and I guessed that Mom had tightened her pussy-muscles around his shaft inside herself. Soon, the two of them had established a slow, sensual, steady rhythm.

While Mom and Paul fucked on one end of the couch, Dad was busy with Rosemary on the other end. Dad was sitting on the couch, while Rosemary rode him. Her blonde hair swayed, and her voluptuous curves undulated sensually as she rode back and forth on Dad's cock, her large, round tits swaying to the rhythm. He leaned forward to suckle them while she rode him.

On one in-stroke, Paul grabbed Mom under her knees, lifting her from the couch and gently laying her on the plushly-carpeted floor, climbing on top of her to give her a slow missionary fuck. Mom wrapped her legs around Paul's waist, and slid them sensuously downward, over his ass and thighs, locking her ankles inside his knees, virtually welding their bodies together as they undulated in intercourse together.

Finally, the two of them, in perfect concert, gradually increased their rhythm. Paul began to thrust into her more insistently, and Mom began to thrust her own hips up off the floor, meeting each of his thrusts.

Before long, Mom had her head rolled back, her mouth agape as a strangled cry escaped her throat.

"Oh, Paul!" she panted. "I'm cummimg! Give me your cum! Shoot into me!"

The two of them seemed almost to merge, until at last, Paul thrust himself into my mother's depths and held himself there. I could see the muscles in his ass twitching rhythmically as spurts of his cum surged into her.

"Oh, yesssss," Mom groaned. "You're cummimg in me! I can feel it, warm and thick, flowing inside me. Oh, yesssss. . ."

Paul continued to thrust into her, slowing down as his climax ebbed, until at last, with a happy sigh, he pulled his limp cock out of her.

Idly, Mom drew a finger along her slit, collecting a bead of Paul's cum on her fingertip and sensually sucking it off. "That's one!" she said.

-----

I turned and looked at Mom, snuggled against my chest, still idly stroking my cock, which by now was straining against the front of my pants. She looked up at me and smiled, then pulled my hand down onto her breast. My mind did another flip at the realization that the tit I was fondling was my own mother's, but, ever the obedient son, I did as she wanted, and gently squeezed and hefted it, savoring its mature, heavy fullness.

Mom unzipped my pants. Raising my hips, I slid them off myself. My erect cock was raising a tent in the stretchy fabric of my briefs. A wet circle was spreading from the tip.

"Come on," Mom said. "Let's get you out of those."

I raised my hips again, and deftly, Mom stripped my briefs off me, leaving my erect cock standing free from my loins, a bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

"Oh, Jack," Mom purred, "your cock is so very nice." She leaned forward to lick the salty fluid from the tip of my cock, and give a sultry swirl of her tongue around my cockhead. Then she nestled back against my side, and replaced my hand on her breast, while we returned our attention to the screen.

-----

Mom was still sitting on the couch, with Paul kneeling between her legs. A string of Paul's cum stretched from Mom's pussy to his limp cock. Around the room, other couples were paired off -- Stephanie was riding George on the floor, a dreamy look on her face, while Brian was banging Rita missionary-style right next to them. Derek and Gwen and Peter and Melinda had seemingly moved to another part of the house. Although I could swear I heard Gwen's voice crying out in ecstasy somewhere in the distance.

On the couch, Rosemary was writhing in orgasm on Dad's cock. When she had finished, she climbed off him, showing him still hard, and firmly erect.

"Good boy, Jim," she smiled. "You didn't cum. Your wife, here, wants six men's cum inside herself tonight, so you better get your shot in, while you can." Then, turning to Paul, she said, "It seems you and I are both available," and the two of them were soon engaged in a sultry 69 on the floor.

Dad stroked his cock idly as he stood up from the couch and knelt next to Mom on the floor. Mom reached out for his erection, and pulled him toward herself, propping herself on her elbow to suck his cock, still slick with Rosemary's fluids. She hadn't sucked him very long before she was groaning in fresh arousal.




The Photo Album Ch. 04



"Oh god, Jim. . . I want you in me. . . put your cock in me. . . fill me up. . ."

Dad swung himself around and took his position between Mom's open legs. Leaning forward, he took his hard cock in his hand and placed it against her pussy-lips, looking into her eyes. Then, leaning forward, he pressed himself slowly into her.

Dad held himself up by his arms as he slowly drove in and out of his wife. Mom wrapped her legs sensually around his waist, and moved her hands onto his ass, alternately caressing them and pulling him into herself. Their eyes were locked together in utter erotic intensity.

"Oh, baby," Mom groaned, "you fuck me like nobody else. . . so good. . . And when we're done here, I'll be going home with you."

-----

I reached under the hem of Mom's shirt, to feel her naked breast underneath; she hadn't put a bra on when she'd gotten dressed that morning (then again, why would she have?). I ran my fingers over her nipples, lightly tweaking and pinching them, which caused her to squeal and giggle with delight. Soon, she was raising her arms in tacit invitation for me to strip her shirt off her. When her lovely, mature tits were openly exposed to my gaze, I bent down to suckle them eagerly, while Mom held my head tightly against herself.

As I sat up to watch the video again, I returned my hand to Mom's full breast, and she resumed stroking my cock, which was as hard as a rail.

Dad and Mom were still fucking on the screen, slowly and sensually. The erotic intensity between them was palpable.

"You and Dad are amazing, the way you make love to each other," I mused.

"Your dad was an amazing lover," she agreed. "I've had bigger cocks, and sexual athletes of all types," she said, "but your father knew how to make love to me like nobody else ever could."

She continued, "And you know, Jack, I look at you, and I see your father. Not just the superficial ways you look like him, but every time I look at you, I think that you were, literally, made from Jim and me, the very best thing that ever came from all those thousands of times we made love together. Your father's DNA is still sitting right here, next to me. . ."

Her logic was overpowering. I was, quite literally, the continuation of my dad's life in this world. And she had literally brought me into the world between her own legs.

-----

Back on the screen, Mom was groaning now, and Dad was stroking in and out of her at a faster tempo. Mom was stroking her legs along Dad's back, over his ass and down his legs, over and over as the two of them undulated together.

"Oh god, Jim," she suddenly gasped. "I'm cummimg! Fill me with your cum, Sweetheart! Shoot it into me!"

"Oh, yeah, Ellen! I'm cummimg, too. . . Here it. . ." With a loud cry, almost a roar, Dad began to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, his breathing ragged.

"Oh, yes, Jim!" Mom cried. "Yes! You're cummimg in me! Shoot me full of your wonderful cum!"

For a few minutes more, I watched my parents slowly grind against each other, as their intense mutual orgasm crested and then ebbed.

Dad finally laid his weight on top of Mom, and the two of them kissed tenderly, happily, more like spouses than lovers at an orgy. Which, I suppose, was fitting enough. When Dad finally lifted himself off her, her pussy was wet and matted with two men's cum, and a small stream trickled out of her, down the crack of her ass. Dad's cock was coated with cum, both his and Paul's.

Mom smiled. "That's two!" she laughed. Slapping Dad on the ass, she laughed, "I'll see you later!"

"You couldn't get rid of me if you wanted to!" he responded.

Dad crawled over to where Brian had just pulled out of Stephanie, still hard, having left her well-satisfied. "Mrs. Hard-on," he greeted her, "if you can make me hard, I promise to make it most worth your while."

"Hard-ons are my specialty," she giggled. "Come on over here, and let's see what we can do."

Brian knee-walked over to Mom's side. "May I have the honor of this next fuck?"

"I would be delighted," Mom cooed. 

Brian's cock shone with the juices from both Rita's and Stephanie's cunts, and some of his own, as well. He took his place between Mom's thighs as he had dozens, maybe even hundreds of times before.

"Come on, baby," Mom urged. "Fuck me. Put your big cock in me, and fuck me till we both cum.

They both groaned, deeply and erotically, as Brian slowly drove his cock into Mom. "Ellen," he breathed, once his cock was all the way inside her, "Fucking you never gets old. Your pussy is just as warm and wet and tight as it was the first time we fucked, back on the boat, what -- 20 years ago?"

"Mmmmm," Mom purred, as Brian began to slowly pump in and out of her. "Your cock inside me feels just as wonderful as that first time. Can you believe we've been fucking each other for 20 years?"

"I know; it's crazy, isn't it? But it has been wonderful, every second of it! You are a wonderful lover."

"Mmmmm; you too, Brian."

I watched as Brian and Mom mated sensually together, as I'd seen them do on the other movies I'd seen. They had obviously developed a really close sexual rapport, anticipating each other's desires, and knowing which things would bring the most pleasure to the other.

For a long time, Brian sensually probed his long, stiff cock into the depths of Mom's cunt, exploring every corner inside her, touching her deepest core. Mom groaned in rich pleasure as Brian continued stroking in and out of her, slowly, intimately. "Oh, baby, yessss. . . "she purred, "you fuck me so good."

Over on the couch, Stephanie had sucked my dad's cock back to full, straining erection. Dad laid his head on the back of the couch as Stephanie stood up, straddling herself across his lap. With her hands, she reached down and gripped his cock, placing its tip against her pussy-lips, then slowly impaling herself on his rod with a sexy groan. I watched his cock disappear inside her, until his balls just peeked out between the cheeks of her ass. She began grinding herself sensuously back and forth on his stiff rod, while he raised his hips, thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm.

On the other couch, Rosemary groaned as she rode Paul, while he sucked hungrily on her magnificent tits. On the floor, George was on top of Rita, pounding into her again and again, while she wailed with the beginnings of orgasm.

Mom was groaning now as Brian continued to stroke in and out of her. "Oh, Brian," she groaned, "oh, Brian. . . I'm going to cum. . . Please cum with me, Brian. . ."

"As you wish, my dear," he answered.

Soon Mom's voice broke into a trembling wail, and she drove her hips up urgently, meeting Brian's thrusts into her. "Oh, goddd. . ." she groaned. "Oh god, yesssss. . . Oh god, Brian. . . I'm cummm. . . OHHH! YESSSSS! Cum with me, Brian! Shoot into me! Fill me with your thick, wonderful cum!

Brian grunted rhythmically as he drove into my mom again and again. "Ungh! Ungh! UUUNNNGGGHHHHHH!!"

"OH, YESSS, BRIAN!! Oh, you're cummimg in me! I can feel it! I can feel you squirting inside me!"

Brian's ass twitched and spasmed in time with his balls, as they sent spurt after spurt of his fluid essence shooting into Mom's hungry pussy.

When both their orgasms had spent themselves, Brian lowered himself onto Mom. Finding her breasts, he licked and suckled them contentedly. Mom cradled his head in her arms, cooing and purring happily. "Thank you," she whispered. Then, sitting up, she grinned and looked toward the camera, saying, "That's three!"

On the couch, Stephanie warbled incoherently as her orgasm broke on Dad's cock, and Rosemary was doing likewise on Paul's. Soon, both couples were gasping for breath, holding and stroking each other in a warm afterglow. George and Rita were idly kissing on the floor, waiting for the others to finish.

-----

My cock was almost in pain, it was so strainingly hard. More than anything at that moment, I wanted to bury it in my Mom's pussy, and I knew that before long, I would. but the movie was only about half-over, and I really wanted to see it all the way through, to see Mom with each of her six lovers; to see six different cocks pumping in and out of her, six different men's cum filling her pussy. I was a little in awe to think that my parents -- my own mother and father -- had ever taken part in an orgy like the one I was watching on the TV.

"Mom," I muttered, "this is so crazy. . . You really fucked six guys. . ."

She giggled and blushed. "Mm-hm!"

"How was it? I mean, I can see what you did, but. . . how did it feel. . . for you?"

She got a faraway look on her face. "How can I say this, Jack? . . . It was wonderful! Every one of those six cocks felt different and unique inside me; every one of those men moved differently on my body. . . You know, when a man cums, and he just loses control. . . it's the most incredibly intimate, erotic thing. And every one of them behaved differently when he came. Just that variety, that difference, that intimacy with each of them, was amazing, incredible, wonderful!"

-----

Back on the television, the eight people on the screen reconfigured themselves to be with the member of the opposite sex that they hadn't been with yet. That meant that Paul was with Stephanie, Brian was with Rosemary, and Dad was with Rita.

And Mom was with George. His thick cock stood straight out from his loins as Mom took hold of it, sucking the head into her mouth, and savoring the shape and flavor of a cock she hadn't had before, and which was coated with the sexual fluids of the other three women in the room.

"I love your cock, George," she said, smiling at him. "Let's see how it feels inside me."

"Let's do it!"

George crawled between Mom's legs, taking the position that three other men had occupied before him that night. As the others had done before him, he slowly pushed into her, groaning at the sensations of entering her for the very first time. Thick, white cum from three other men oozed out of Mom's pussy as George pressed his rigid member into her depths, and soon George's ass was bobbing up and down as he pumped his cock in and out of my mother.

"Oh god, George," she breathed, "I love how your cock feels inside me; so solid, so strong. . ."

"It feels wonderful inside you too, Ellen. . ."

I watched the two of them fuck for a long time. Then Mom began to lift her hips off the floor, meeting George's thrusts into her with thrusts of her own. Soon both of them were panting for breath, fucking at a rapid rate, pounding their loins together.

"Oh god, Ellen," George gasped, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. . . I'm gonna. . . OOOOHHHHHH, yeaaahhhh!"

George's orgasm seemed to excite Mom. She rolled her head back, and a rapturous grin spread across her face. She wrapped her legs around George's ass, and cupped her hands over his ass cheeks, pulling him into herself. "Oh, yes, George!" she cried. "Cum in me! Oh, you're cummimg in me; I love it! Yes!"

As their mutual orgasms slowly subsided, Mom and George continued lazily grinding together, wringing the last sensations, and the last drops of his cum, out of their delightful fuck.

Finally, their bodies came to rest, and they gratefully stroked and caressed each other's bodies. "Mmmmm," Mom purred. "Thank you, George; you were wonderful."

"Thank you, Ellen."

"That's four!" Mom said.

On the couch, Rita was sexily moaning as she climaxed on Dad's cock, and right next to them, Stephanie was doing the same on Paul's. Rosemary was kneeling on the couch as Brian pounded her from behind, her large, full tits swaying in time with Brian's thrusts into her, until at last she was groaning through her own orgasm, while Brian was straining, pounding her furiously, until he managed to squeeze another release from his overworked balls. The three women's orgasmic cries blended with the men's climactic grunts in an erotic symphony.

The eight of them lay there, sprawled across the floor and the couch, catching their breath.

Suddenly, Brian sat up. "Where are the others?" he asked. "Has anyone seen my wife?"

"Oh," replied Paul, "I think the four of them went upstairs."

"Well, that's two women none of us guys have had yet," Brian said, with a mischievous smirk.

"And two men that none of us have had, either!" Rosemary chimed in.

*****

While the group on the TV sorted things out among themselves, I turned toward Mom.

"This is unbelievably hot!" I breathed. "I can't believe you and Dad did stuff like this!"

Mom blushed again. "Sometimes, Jack, I can't believe it myself. It's not like we were just fucking anybody and everybody, willy-nilly, but having so many men, and their cocks, available to me. . . it was incredibly exciting and rich. And I'm sure your dad felt the same way. I know Brian and Gwen do."

I bent down to kiss her, deeply, powerfully, gratefully -- this woman who had given me birth. In some almost mystical way, I knew our bodies were already connected with each other, even down to the level of the 'stuff' I was made of, and now, inspired by this stark new awareness of my parents as sexual human beings -- VERY sexual beings -- I wanted to connect with her on a whole new level, as a man to a woman, one sexual human being to another. I wanted to take care of her, meet her needs, and fill the void that Dad's death had left in her life. And also the one between her legs.

As I continued to kiss her passionately, Mom parted her lips, and my tongue probed deeply between them, intertwining with hers. With my free hand, I stroked and squeezed her full, mature breasts, and she stroked my cock even more urgently.

I stroked my hand downward, across her belly, to the button on the waistband of her shorts. I unfastened the button and slid my hand inside her plain cotton panties, until I encountered her pubic hair. Probing further, I found the top of her slit, and her clitoris. I teased her little bud with my fingertip, which drew a breathy moan from her, and she quickly raised her hips off the couch and peeled her shorts off herself, so she was as naked as I was. I could smell her arousal, rich and musky, emanating from within her. I dipped my fingertip inside her pussy, finding it warm and smooth as I gently ground my knuckle on her clit, while she stroked my cock as she had been for the last half-hour.

She bent down and took my cock in her mouth, wetting it thoroughly, mixing her saliva with my pre-cum, and spreading the slick mixture along my shaft.

"Oh god, Jack. . ." she gasped, as she sat up, spreading her legs apart in unspoken invitation. "I want you. I want. . . I NEED to feel your cock inside me. Put it in me, Jack; please?"

Somewhere in the back of my brain, a voice was telling me that this was my mother, for heaven's sake, but at the front of my brain, all I could think about at that moment was how badly I wanted to fuck her, and how badly she wanted me to.

I knelt between my mother's legs and took my cock in my hand, aligning it with her hungry womanhood. I stroked the head up and down along her slit to help lubricate her, then I nestled my cockhead between her cunt-lips, savoring the sensations of her labia giving me a sensual 'kiss'. Gently I rolled my hips forward, pressing into her an inch at a time, a little bit further with each successive thrust. Without any lube, the friction of her pussy walls on my shaft made her feel incredibly tight.

"Oh god, Jack, that feels so good. God, yesss!" she sighed. "Ever since your father died, I've hoped that you would make love to me. Oh, thank you, son!"

A few more thrusts, and I was buried inside her completely. I paused, savoring the sensation of being completely wrapped inside my mother's warm cunt. She squeezed my cock with her pelvic muscles, drawing a groan from deep within me. She may have been 70 years old, but my very mature, very experienced mother had spent a lifetime learning how to give ultimate pleasure to a man's cock. All that I'd seen in pictures, movies and videos, of my mom fucking half-a-dozen different men or more, was now focused on giving pleasure to my own straining, throbbing erection, buried inside her, just as Brian's had been. And Paul's and George's. And Dad's.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the sensations in my cock passed from the sublime to the transcendent. Slowly, sensually, I pulled out of her, then pressed back into her, probing the deepest parts of her. My mother. I was fucking my own mother. We established a comfortable rhythm, and settled into a relaxed, rocking motion, me pumping in and out of her, and her meeting my thrusts, and clenching her cunt on my cock with every inward stroke.

At last, the sensations in my cock reached their pinnacle, and I could feel myself slipping past the point of no return. "Oh god," I gasped. "Mom. . . I'm. . ." And with a loud groan, I released myself to my orgasm. My balls pulsed and spasmed, sending surging waves of my cum into my mother.

"Oh, yes, Jack!" she cried. "You're cummimg in me! Oh god, how I have wanted you to fill me with your cum! Oh, yesss!"

Great globs of my cum pulsed out the end of my cock, into my mother, for a long time. Finally, our respective climaxes waned. I fell forward, onto Mom. She stroked my head and back, purring happily, as we both slowly recovered our breath. My softening cock, still inside her, radiated a warm, satisfied glow.

"Oh, Jack," she said, still gasping for breath. "Thank you. Thank you for loving me. I miss your father so much. Thank you. . ."

*****

By the time Mom and I had recovered, the situation on the TV screen had reconfigured. Peter and Derek had apparently returned to the den, from wherever they had been, while the four men who had been there previously had evidently gone off in search of women they hadn't had yet, namely Gwen and Melinda.

With two men and four women, Derek and Peter laid on their backs on the floor, each with one woman on his cock, and another riding his face. When I first looked at the screen, Mom was happily riding Derek's mouth, while Rosemary rode his cock. Rita was having her pussy eaten by Peter, while Stephanie groaned on his cock.

I watched as Mom and Rosemary shared a sensual kiss, and fondled each other's breasts, as they ground themselves on Rosemary's husband.

-----

"That's hot, Mom" I said.

"Your father thought so, too."

"How often did you. . ."

"Play with women?"

"Ummm. . . yeah. . ."

She laughed. She was feeling very mellow, in her post-orgasmic bliss. "Oh, not very often, really; I certainly wouldn't call myself bisexual. The guys always liked it if we put on a show for them. Gwen and I have played together once in a while, but honestly, that's a pretty unique relationship." She sighed, and smiled happily.

-----

On the screen, one of the women called, "Rotate!" and they all moved one place to their right around the 'circle' -- Mom moved from Derek's face to Peter's, and Rita moved from Peter's face to his cock. Stephanie moved from Peter's cock to Derek's, and Rosemary from Derek's cock to his face.

Mom and Rita held each other by the arms as they ground themselves on Peter.

"Oh Peter!" Mom cried. "God, you eat my pussy so good! I'm gonna cum!" Soon, she was twitching and writhing, grinding her pussy on Peter's face, which by then was slick with her juices, and Rita's besides.

At the next rotation, Mom moved to Peter's cock, which was still stiffly erect, and pointing at the ceiling. She stood astride his loins and slowly lowered herself until her cunt-lips just touched his cockhead.

"Here we go!" she giggled. "Cock Number Five! You think you can cum for me, Peter?"

Peter's mouth was already busy with Rosemary's cunt, but he still managed to make a muffled "Mmmm-hmmm!" heard.

Mom lowered herself onto Peter's rigid pole. I watched as she slowly engulfed the full length of it inside herself, with a sultry groan. "God, I love your cock!" she breathed.




The Photo Album Ch. 04



"Just like all the others," Rosemary wisecracked. "You just like cocks, Ellen -- it doesn't matter whose they are!"

Mom grinned. "You caught me! And the more, the merrier, I say!" she giggled. "A girl can never have too many cocks!"

She began a slow, sensual grind on Peter's hard-on, leaning her head on Rosemary's shoulder as she rocked up and down on her fifth cock of the night. "My pussy is just buzzing," she exclaimed. "God, it feels so good!"

Rosemary cupped Mom's breasts in her hands as she rocked her her own cunt on Peter's tongue. "Mmmmmmm," she purred, "just relax, Ellen, and savor it. Feel all the sensations -- feel his cock deep inside you, rubbing on your pussy walls, feel his cockhead swelling inside you every time he thrusts into you.

"Mmmmm, yesssss," Mom purred. "I love it. I love the friction of his shaft on my G-spot. I love how his cock fills me up so completely. Oh, yessss. . ."

On and on they ground, Mom riding Peter's dick while Rosemary rode his face, and the two women fondled each other's tits. Eventually, Mom began slowly increasing her tempo. Her breathing became shorter and shallower. "Oh god. . ." she gasped. "I'm going to cum! Oh, I'm so close to cummimg, Peter. . . Will you cum with me? Shoot your cum into me? Oh god. . . I want your cum so bad. . ."

Rosemary wailed and trembled through her own orgasm on Peter's tongue, then shuddered through several 'aftershocks' as he continued licking her after her climax. Finally, Rosemary climbed off and crawled over behind Mom, kissing her and fondling her breasts, as she and Peter perched on the edge of a crashing mutual orgasm. Peter was breathing heavily as he matched Mom's rhythm, lifting his hips off the floor, driving himself up into Mom's hungry pussy.

Mom was straining for breaths as she reached the peak of her orgasm. With a loud, masculine grunt, Peter raised his hips, driving himself deep inside her, and holding himself there, leaving her almost suspended in mid-air, impaled on his cock.

"Oh god!" she cried. "Oh god yes! I feel you cummimg inside me, Peter! I feel your cum shooting into me, filling me up with your sperm! Yessss!"

They continued to grind together as their climaxes crested and broke. At last, they slowed their frantic fucking and came to a gradual stop.

"Thank you," Mom panted, as she slowly caught her breath. "God, that was wonderful!"

"YOU were wonderful," Peter answered, a grin crossing his face.

"And. . . that's five!" Mom crowed.

Just as Peter's soft cock slipped out of Mom, one of the other women called, "Rotate!"

Lifting herself off Peter's loins, Mom shifted to where Derek was waiting for her, his huge cock pointing straight up like a marble pillar.

"Hello, Ellen," he grinned, rakishly. "I've been waiting for you."

Mom sat between his legs, gripping his pole with her hand and eagerly stroking up and down along its length. "Mmmm-hmmm," she purred happily. "And I've been looking forward to having you all night."

"Saving the best for last, eh?"

"Mmmmmm. . . we'll see about that, won't we?"

She leaned forward and took the tip of Derek's cock in her mouth, sensually licking and sucking on it, savoring the taste and texture as if it were a rare delicacy. "Mmmmmm," she purred, "All five of the other women are on here, aren't they?"

"Uh-huh."

"Mmmmm. . . nice. . . Did you cum yet?"

"Only once, so far. I've been saving up for you; I knew you wanted maximum cum tonight."

"I hope the others weren't disappointed."

"I, uh, think they were quite satisfied."

"Good."

Rita was sitting by Derek's face. "You go ahead, Rita," Mom told her. "If you don't mind, I'll just watch while he eats your pussy."

"You sure?" Rita asked.

"Sure; go ahead."

Rita took her place on Derek's face, turning her back toward Mom. The camera angle gave us a clear view of Derek's jaw diligently working back and forth between the cheeks of Rita's ass, while she slowly ground herself on his face, groaning with arousal as Derek plundered her clit with his tongue.

Mom slid up behind Rita, straddling Derek's waist. Reaching around, she cupped her hands over Rita's firm breasts, drawing a surprised gasp from her. Once she saw that it was Mom who was fondling her, she smiled and relaxed and continued grinding on Derek's mouth.

It wasn't long before Rita's head rolled back, and she was urgently stroking her cunt on Derek's mouth, gasping and panting and groaning with her impending orgasm.

"Oh god. . ." she moaned. "Oh god. . . Oh god, I'm cummimg. . . OOOooooohhhhh!"

Once Rita had finished her oral orgasm, she rolled off Derek's face, a look of utter satiety spreading across her face.

Once more, Mom had taken Derek's cock into her mouth, and was bobbing her head up and down on the last few inches of it. Not that he needed her help to get it up. Derek had a massive cock -- nearly ten inches long, and thicker than Mom's wrist.

-----

"Good Lord!" I whispered to Mom. "The guy has a horse cock!"

"Biggest one I've ever had," Mom replied. "And he knew how to use it, too; incredible sexual stamina, and the shortest recovery time I've ever known."

"How often did you fuck him?"

"A fair number of times. Not as often as Brian, obviously, but once I met him the first time, I made sure that he and Rosemary were always in on our annual orgies. You may have noticed, Dad was rather fond of Rosemary, too. And a couple times a year, we played with the two of them ourselves. God, what an incredible fuck he was!"

"Was?"

"He died a few years before your father did, but he was sick for a few years before that. It's probably ten years since I had sex with him."

"I'm sorry. I think I'd have liked to meet him."

"Oh, I'm sure you would have."

-----

Back on the TV, and decades in the past, Mom raised herself up, above Derek's salami. Gripping it with both hands, she snugged it up to her well-fucked cunt-lips, and nestled it between them. Then, looking Derek in the eyes, she slowly lowered herself onto him, groaning with deep satisfaction as she felt him sliding into her, filling her vacant feminine cavity.

"Cock Number Six!" she exulted.

She gasped sharply as her opening stretched around Derek's thick pole. "My god, you are absolutely filling me up! You feel so fucking good inside me!"

"Speak for yourself," Derek grinned. "You're feeling pretty fucking fantastic around me, too."

Inch by inch, I watched as my mother slowly impaled herself on Derek's huge cock. Honestly, I didn't know how she was going to take all of him into herself, without causing kidney damage. She paused a couple times on her way down, wriggling her hips, adjusting the internal 'fit' of his cock in her pussy, but each time, she returned to her downward slide, slowly enveloping his huge penis within herself.

"Oh god," she moaned, "how much more?" She reached down with her hand to feel how much of him remained outside her. It was only an inch or two.

"Almost there," Derek encouraged her.

"Oh, the hell with it!" She sat down hard, with a loud groan, somewhere between a stab of pain and utter satisfaction. Slowly, she rotated her body in place, feeling his cockhead deep inside herself, probing to the farthest reaches of her sultry vagina, and who knows what else. "Oh god, Derek -- no-one has ever been so deep inside me. Shit! It feels so fucking good!"

"Mmmm-hmmm," Derek agreed. "Yes, it does. . ."

For a long while, Mom just seemed to savor the sensations of Derek's horse-cock buried inside herself, but slowly, she began to grind on his pole as it impaled her.

"OK, Derek," she groaned. "I'm ready -- fuck me."

As you wish, my dear."

Slowly, Derek began rhythmically thrusting up into her, lifting his hips off the floor, as she ground herself onto him, matching his sensual rhythm. For a long time, they mated like that, on and on, savoring every inch of their erotic connection, undulating their bodies in and out, up and down, back and forth together, intense pleasure radiating from both their faces.

"Oh god, Derek. . . this is fucking wonderful!"

"I agree. . ."

After a long while, Mom rolled her head back, her jaw dropping in silent ecstasy. Slowly, she increased her tempo, until her ass was grinding on Derek at a furious pace, and he was matching her rhythm, thrusting up into her. Both of them were breathing heavily as Mom finally crested into a sharp orgasm.

"Oh god, Derek! I'm cummimg! Oh god, I'm cummimg! Oh, your cock feels so good! Cum with me, Derek! Shoot your cum into me!"

But as Mom came down from her climax, Derek was still serenely, almost lazily, grinding his hips, thrusting up into her. I couldn't see his cock inside her, obviously, but Mom was looking down at Derek, with an expression somewhere between confusion and utter amazement.

"You didn't cum?"

"Not yet," he grinned. "Cum again?"

"Oh, shit. . . you are incredible. . ."

"YOU'RE incredible. . ."

Slowly, Mom resumed her rhythm on Derek's stiff pole. Having just climaxed, her sexual nerve-endings were still sensitive, and it wasn't long before she was twisting and writhing and shuddering through another orgasm. And another and another. And another. "Oh god!" she cried. "Ohgodohgodohgod. . . OOOOOooooohhhhh!

Finally, after what seemed like it must have been her thirty-seventh orgasm, she looked down at Derek, a pleading expression on her face. "Please, Derek. . . cum in me. . . give me your cum. . . please?"

"Okay, baby," he said, "since you asked so nice. I know how bad you want me to cum inside you."

"I do. . . I want it so bad. . . Cum in me. . . Please. . ."

Derek rolled his own head back, as if savoring the last sensations of Mom's pussy. Tightening his abs, he rolled his hips sensually up into her, until, with a loud groan, he held himself deep inside her. I saw the muscles in his ass twitching as his semen pulsed into Mom -- great globs of thick, white semen, surging out of his cock, into my mother, until her pussy could hold no more, and it, along with what the other men had left in her earlier, began to leak out of her, dripping down the thick shaft of his cock, and onto his balls.

Mom collapsed on top of Derek's chest, almost weeping from the intensity of her erotic release. "Thank you," she virtually sobbed. "That was incredible. . . wonderful. . . amazing. . . And," she grinned proudly, "that's six! All six of you came inside me tonight; thank you, one and all!"

While Mom and Derek caught their breath, the others returned to the den from wherever they'd been, upstairs or wherever -- Dad, Brian, Paul and George, along with Gwen and Melinda.

"Looks like our timing was about perfect," Brian said.

"Just about," Derek said, slowly stroking Mom's back as she lay atop him. "But not quite."

Suddenly, Mom's head jerked up. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, in a shocked voice. I wondered what was going on; I didn't think there was much that could shock anyone in that group.

"You're getting hard again -- right inside me!"

Derek grinned. "Uh-huh. Is that a problem?"

"Oh my god," she whined, "you're gonna wreck me for a week!"

Derek looked toward Dad. "I hope not; but in case I do. . . Sorry, Jim!" He laughed wickedly.

"In fact," Derek continued, motioning toward Dad, "I have a better idea. Jim, why don't you get behind her. Lube yourself up good -- let's give her a double!"

Dad grinned. Rosemary found the bottle of lube, and began coating Dad's prick with it, stroking the lube along his length, coaxing him back to erection.

I heard Gwen say, somewhere off-camera, "Oh god -- they did this to me, upstairs!"

Dad knelt behind Mom, who was leaned forward, her breasts mashed against Derek's furry chest. He placed the tip of his cock against the puckered star of Mom's asshole, and slowly, gently wriggled himself into her back door.

"Oh shit!" Mom cried. "Ohgodohgodohgod. . . merciful FUCK!"

Dad cupped his hands over Mom's tits as he and Derek managed to co-ordinate their rhythm, filling both her holes at once, both of them fucking in and out of her slowly and sensually.

Her cries degenerated into a long, quivering orgasmic wail, as the two cocks -- Derek's massive pole in her cunt, and Dad's in her ass -- plundered her body in tandem, driving her to ever-greater erotic heights. She was twisting and writhing, warbling incoherent syllables, as wave after crashing orgasmic wave carried her away on a sea of sexual bliss.

At last, she was utterly sexually spent, and she went completely limp. "Please. . ." she muttered, "no more. . . please. . ."

Derek smiled at her, almost with pity. "You're done?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want us to cum in you again?"

"Sure. . . if you want to. . ."

And with that, Derek thrust into her pussy one last time, and Dad into her ass, almost gently, sighing with happy erotic satisfaction as their sperm flowed into her one more time.

Mom fell onto Derek's chest, her own chest still heaving as she recovered her breath.

"Fucking incredible!" she murmured. "Thank you, Derek; thank you, Jim." She looked around the room; the other nine were all applauding the three of them. "Jeez, you guys -- stop it! It's not like we were the only ones here fucking tonight. . ."

Dad leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That was incredible, Sweetheart -- you are the most exciting woman in the world!"

She turned to look at him, a look of utter exhaustion on her face. "Take me home, Jim. . . I've done all I can here. . ."

*****

I looked at Mom. She was flushed, and idly stroking her clit, still staring at the TV screen.

"That was amazing, Mom," I gushed.

She was actually breathing hard. "That might have been the single best night of sex I've had in my life," she said, "And I've had quite a few."

"Lucky thing you caught it on tape," I chuckled.

I remembered a thought that had flickered through my brain earlier. "Mom?

"Yes, Jack."

"If you don't mind me asking. . . How many men have you had, in your life?"

"I imagine all these movies would make you curious, wouldn't they? You've seen what -- three movies, and an album of photos? -- and already you know about six men I've had. How many more? Is that what you're wondering?"

"Well. . . yeah. . . If you don't mind. . ."

She laughed to herself. "At this point, what would be the point of trying to hide anything from you?"

That struck me as incredibly funny, and I laughed out loud.

"Well, let's see. . ." she began. "There were two guys in college, before I met your dad. Dad, of course; and Brian. And of course, the other four men from the orgy you just watched. So that's eight. And I think, if you go through all of the movies -- which I'm sure you will -- you'll find maybe four others. So that's what -- twelve altogether?"

"And I'm Number Thirteen. . ."

She laughed. "Aren't you the lucky one? It's funny, I suppose -- as much as we enjoyed sharing each other, and the orgies and everything else, we really weren't THAT wild and crazy. We just found a group of folks we enjoyed playing with, and stayed with them."

I smiled to myself at the notion that someone who spent virtually her entire married life sharing husbands with another woman, and who participated in annual cluster-fucks, could think of her sex life as rather tame.

Another thought occurred to me.

"Mom. . .?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Ummmm, one more question. . . what about birth control? I haven't seen any condoms in any of the movies I've seen. I mean, not to be crude, but do you even know for sure that Dad is my father?"

She sighed. "A fair question, and I owe you an honest answer. We didn't share as often, early on, and we weren't very careful when we did. If one of us had gotten pregnant in those early days, it could have been a problem. Luckily, that didn't happen, and when both us couples wanted to start having kids, we didn't share for several months, until Gwen and I both got pregnant. So yes -- you can be quite certain that Dad is really your father. Once we started back up with our sharing, we quickly decided that we were just having too much fun to take any more long breaks like that, so Dad and Brian both got snipped. When Brian and Gwen introduced us to the orgy scene, Gwen and I got our tubes tied, too. So, we weren't going to get pregnant, no matter how many men we had, and Dad and Brian weren't going to get anyone pregnant. No need for any condoms, or anything else. That's also why you and Scott are both only-children."

She stood up, beckoning me to come along with her. "Come on, Jack; let's go to the bedroom. That movie made me horny all over again. Do you think you've got another one in you?"

"I hope so. It made me horny, too."

"Good boy."

We went up to Mom's bedroom, onto the bed she'd shared with Dad for nearly 50 years. Lying side by side, we kissed each other, stroking and fondling each other's bodies. We were in no hurry, and in the fullness of time, I was hard again. Mom reached for the lube bottle, and sensually stroked up and down my erection. Then she pulled me on top of herself, sliding me into herself once more.

As we slowly mated, Mom purred in my ear. "Thank you, Jack, for taking care of me, for being the man in my life. Thank you for taking Dad's place in my life. Thank you for loving your mother. . ."

I stayed hard, stroking slowly and sensually in and out of her for a long time, until at last, I send another load of my seed surging into her womb, the same womb that had been host to the first 40 weeks of my own existence. As she felt my fluid essence filling her, and spreading inside her, she held me tightly to herself, purring contentedly.

As I rolled off her, and we held each other through our warm afterglow, my head spun with the implications of my new relationship with Mom. Of course, I'd have to move back in with her, and get rid of my own place. Just as well; we could certainly use the cash. A thousand other minor details came to mind, besides. One final thought occurred to me.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Does this make me a mother-fucker?"

She laughed, freely and openly; more freely and openly than she had in quite a while.

"Yes, Jack; yes, I suppose it does."