Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2017 16:25:52 -0800
From: Bryan Kinski <bryankinkski@gmail.com>
Subject: Family Photos

This story is fiction and intended for mature readers.  My work deals with
fantasy sex acts involving family member of all ages, including children.
Comments appreciated at bryankinkski@gmail.com.  Especially love to hear
from others in Southern California.

FAMILY PHOTOS

I grew up an only child in a humble, lower-middle class family.  My Dad
worked in a warehouse and my Mom had an administrative job at a nearby
elementary school.  Nothing fancy.  Our house was older, but always clean.
However it was small, and when there isn't a lot of room to hide things,
things are easily found.  Like Dad's girlie magazines, up on the top closet
shelf.  I found those in kindergarten, and for years my best friend and I
would sneak up to Mom and Dad's bedroom and pull them down.  We'd also pull
out pants down and touch our little dicks while going through the pages,
discovering what a vagina was in those pages, even reading stories that
didn't necessarily make much sense to us at the time.

When I was twelve, I found the pictures.

Dad always thought of himself as a talented amateur photographer, always
stopping to take pictures of beauty along the road when we'd go on vacation
- flowers, lakes, old buildings.  So it made sense that he's bring the
camera into the bedroom.  One day, in the back of the cellar by Dad's
workbench, I found a stack of old photos.  Some were familiar images,
photographed directly from the pages of the girlie mags that I'd been
looking through for years.  One was a self-portrait of Dad, taken in a
mirror, standing with a shirt on and no pants, with his cock heavily
half-mast, protruding just slightly out from his hairy balls.  And then
there were several of Mom.  Mom in lingerie.  Mom, with her large breasts
bared, showing me her significant brown nipples for the first time.  Mom,
laying with her eyes closed, her legs parted just enough to tease with a
peek of bush.

There were about a dozen photos of Mom.  In all of them, I could see her
forbidden bush, but none were brazen enough to show her full vulva.  And
then, helping me date the photos as about ten years old, there was one of
her holding me.  She and I were nude.  She was breastfeeding me, and I held
one of those supple tits in both of my hands as I drank from her nipple.
One of her arms was under me, holding me, supporting my naked toddler body,
but the other rested, gently, in her bush.  Her fingers appeared to be
touching her cunt, yet it was not vulgar.  She was not playing with
herself, just touching herself.

The first time I discovered this collection of photos, I got naked and
started to play with myself, spreading the photos out on the cellar floor
to take them all in at once.  Dad's cock.  Mom's tits and bush.  None of
them together, none depicting any sex act explicitly.  But it was the
picture of Mom holding me that got me wild.  One hand on her naked son, one
on her cunt.  You see, I had a scenario in my head of what happened there.
It was an innocent picture to start with, but my horny Dad was behind the
camera, also naked, cock hard, aroused at the sight of this intimate seen.
I bet he asked Mom to touch her pussy, and I bet he loved it.  I bet she
was slightly uncomfortable, but I bet he jerked his cock while he took that
picture.  And thinking of my Dad's arousal pushed me over the edge.
Jerking my own cock, I came for the first time in my newly pubescent life
looking at that picture.

As I would many times again.  Despite my initial discomfort and subsequent
shame, I was grateful that the photos seemed to stay in their spot in the
cellar for at least several months, and I jerked off again and again
looking at my naked parents.

Somehow, I always managed to separate these images of Mom and Dad in their
late 20's with the real, everyday, 30-something Mom and Dad I was living
with.  It didn't get awkward for me.  And I certainly never told them what
I found.  I grew up a fairly healthy teen.  I lost my virginity to my first
girlfriend at age 16.  I married my sweet, sassy, and thrillingly slutty
wife, Liz, when we were in our mid-twenties, and we had our baby girl,
Dana, at 28.  Now Liz and I are 33, Dana just turned five, and Mom and Dad,
the loving grandparents, are in their late 50's.  Mom and Dad still look
great.  Dad always retained his tall, slim figure, though the chest hair
has gone gray and the head hair is gone in the middle.  Mom inevitably
plumped with age, but aside from an extra twenty pounds or so, she looked
great, with the olive complexion and naturally dark brown hair of her
Italian background still shining. I never found more pictures of Mom or
Dad, so I guess the photography thrill wore off, but over thirty years into
their marriage, they still seemed happy.  I supposed that included a
healthy sex life, but we never really talked sex.

Liz and I lived on the other side of town, just about thirty minutes away
from Mom and Dad's house.  Typically, we'd go one night a week and Mom
would make dinner or we'd order Chinese.  We'd visit for a couple hours,
and Mom and Dad always loved to see Dana.  However, when summer got really
hot, Liz would fuss about taking Dana since Mom and Dad didn't have air
conditioning.  I'd still visit alone, and typically keep it short, since
Liz was right - it got pretty stuffy in Mom and Dad's house, even with the
fans on and the windows open.

It was on a recent summer night that I went alone and almost immediately
regretted it.  Mom made cold sandwiches to counter the heat.  It had been
over 100 degrees for the third day in a row, and the house was a merciless
hotbox.  I told Mom to relax while I cleaned up what little mess there was
after dinner, and she took me up on it and went to the bedroom to lay down.
Dad stayed and chatted at the table while opened two cold beers for us to
enjoy while I cleaned up.  With Mom asleep and the formality of dinner
over, we got comfortable shirtless and in our shorts, enjoying what little
breeze the fan generated against our chests.

When all the dishes were dry and away, I sat with Dad for a second beer.
We complained about the heat, complained about our jobs, and then I got him
caught up on the adventures of his "pretty little girl" Dana.  I know he
was always a bit disappointed when Dana stayed home.

The beer got me lightheaded quickly in the heat, and when I stood up to go
use the bathroom, I felt it hit me just a little bit.  Dad stayed in the
kitchen, and while I was up I handed him another, then wandered off to the
bathroom down the hall to piss, barefoot and in only my boxers.

After I did my business and tucked my cock back in, I moved softly to the
other side of the hall to peek in on Mom.  If she was awake, I didn't want
her to feel left out.  The last bits of late summertime daylight came
through the window enough for me to see Mom clearly, even though there were
no lights on in the room, and she was certainly not awake.  In fact, she
was sprawled a bit on the bed, on her stomach with one knee raised to her
side, wearing a short-length nightgown and, I blushed to find, no panties.
There was Mom's bush, the first time I'd seen it in twenty years, and the
first time in person ever.  I was stunned, and stood stock-still, not sure
what to do.  I didn't want Mom or Dad to know what I was seeing, but I also
couldn't stop looking.


The moment got the better of me, and without thinking I moved quietly
closer for a better look.  I climbed gently onto the bed, on all fours, an
Mom still did not stir.  I moved my face closer and closer, till it was
about a foot away from my Mom's pussy.  And I was embarrassed to find that
my cock was completely stiff.

Seeing Mom's pussy in person was incredible.  The bush was trimmed more
cleanly, but it was still fairly hairy and still completely brunette as Mom
approached age sixty.  And what I saw now more clearly than in any of the
photos so many years ago was her full cunt, with its large lips protruding,
and hanging slightly.  Intoxicated now more by the moment than by the beer,
I lost control of my senses and leaned in the rest of the way.  I began
gently stroking Mom's hanging labia with my tongue, moistening all sides
and crevices with my beer-scented spit.

Mom did not seem to wake up, but from under her stomach, her fingers
emerged to touch her pussy.  Whatever I was doing was enhancing a wonderful
dream.  Taken by the moment and by Mom's arousal, I probed her cunt with my
tongue.  As she stroked her clit, my mouth continued to explore.  I threw
away all caution as my own arousal grew.  As I grinded my stiff cock
against the bedspread, I put one hand on each of my Mom's ass cheeks, and
massaged them as I parted them to reveal her asshole to me.  My tongue went
back to work, moving up from her cunt to her anus, probing and licking her
clean, hairless hole.


That's when she said my name.  Not Dad's name.  Not Brad Pitt's name.
Mine.


I looked up to find my Mom fully awake and looking right at me.


"Don't stop..." she whispered.


What should have been uncomfortable felt so right.  I continued tonguing
Mom's asshole and cunt while she touched herself and gradually arched her
back, raised her bottom up, displaying her crotch to me for easier access.
Her head was pushed hard against the pillow, but turned enough to watch me
the whole time.


I'd never been with an older woman, and it surprised me the amount of fluid
Mom's pussy created.  It was a constant flow of cunt-juice in my face, and
I licked and swallowed every drop possible.  Maybe it's different with
family, but I was also producing an abnormal amount of precum.  With the
sweat of the early evening heat, we were both so wet all over.


Then Mom spoke again.  "Come kiss me.  Let me taste mommy's juice on your
lips, son."  She turned over as I rose to meet her face.  My hard cock
grazed her leg as I moved up, eventually resting against her hot wet bush
as our lips met.  Mom's tongue entered my mouth and I could not keep from
grinding my rock hard cock on her pussy and abdomen, all of the wetness
serving to lubricate it.  Our kisses went from tender and probing to hot
and hungry.  I licked Mom's face, mouth, and neck with a fury of passion,
which she met with soft moans of lust for her son.  As we kissed, she
maneuvered my cock into her wet vagina with her hand.  I entered her fully,
thrusting into my Mom with a cock so hard, so ready to fill her with cum.
As I pumped her pussy, I held her large breasts and explored the familiar
nipples from those photos so long ago.


Edging to climax, I was close and didn't want this fantastic, surreal
moment to end.  So I stopped and pulled out of Mom, focusing my attention
to her breasts.  Kissing, tonguing, nibbling and sucking her nipples.  The
though flashed by me that this was somehow like yet so different from the
photo that first made me cum so long ago.  Here I was, suckling my Mom's
tits at age 33 yet so differently than I did when I was a toddler.


Then I heard another voice, coming from the door.  A voice that thrilled
me, and did not make me pause for even a minute.  Dad said in an even,
natural voice, "Put that proud cock in her ass, son.  Her hole is hot for
it, I can tell."  I turned my head back just enough to see Dad silhouetted
in the doorway.  Yet it was clear he was completely naked and stroking his
long, hard cock.  It was the first time I'd ever seen it fully erect, and
my lust for the moment intensified.


Clearly Mom had been waiting for this moment.  It must be a routine for
them.  She turned over in bed, onto all fours, and spread her ass open for
me.  We were so entirely lubricated with juices at this point, that lube
was unnecessary.  I tongued Mom's hole one more time for good measure.  I
prodded inside with my tongue, but could feel how open she was for me.  On
my knees, I slid the head into her hole.  At that moment, she let out a
soft moan.  The rest of my shaft entered easily, and I was fully in.  While
it was easy, it was tight.  Liz craved anal and I fucked her ass more often
than her pussy, which we both loved, but Mom's asshole felt different
wrapped on my cock, tighter, and she had excellent muscle control.  I could
feel her gripping and pulsating on her son, and it was driving me wild.  It
was clearly driving her wild too, as she furiously worked her wet clit with
her fingers.


I felt Dad's hands on my chest, as he reached around me in an embrace.  I
felt his hot hard cock against my ass.  He had climbed onto the bed, on his
knees, and pressed himself to my back, with his cock pushing its way
between my legs, rubbing my taint and balls as I continued to pound his
wife's hungry asshole.  Mom raised herself into a kneeling position as
well, and pressed her back into my chest as I caressed her tits and
continued to fuck.  She turned her head back to meet my lips, and Dad
craned his forward so that all of our lips and tongues were now meeting in
a passionate family kiss.


"Mommy's gonna cum," Mom said.  I could hear the urgency in her voice and
knew she would not be able to hold off.  I was more than ready to fill
Mom's ass with the load I'd been trying to keep inside for too long.


Dad said, "Keep pounding that hole, son, I'll help your mother."  Mom and I
stayed in our doggy- style position and Dad rearranged himself to lay face
up on the bed, wrangling his head between my legs.  His mouth immediately
went for Mom's wet cunt, and she let his tongue take over from her fingers.
As he worked her clit with his mouth, the bounty of everything in his face
must have been overwhelming.  I felt Dad's tongue, warm and wet, probing
for contact with my bouncing balls and the base of my cockshaft as it
continued to work in and out of Mom's hot asshole.  Then he dutifully went
back to her pussy.

Dad was the first to go.  I heard a loud, sharp groan and felt his warm
jizz hit up and down my back.  I wished I could have seen it, but the feel
of Dad's semen on me was enough.  I erupted into Mom, cumming for what
seemed like minutes.  As hungry as her ass was for her son's jizz, she
couldn't take it all, and my cum was dripping back out of Mom's hole as I
continued to pound it, savoring the lasting orgasm.


This drove Dad nuts.  His mouth was all over every part of my crotch as I
slowed down, having finally climaxed.  His cum was dripping down my back
and channeling into my ass crack, which Dad tongued with frenzy, moving
along to Mom's hole.  Dad stared with desire as I pulled out, flicking my
cock with his tongue and ultimately feeding on the cum that Mom expelled
into his face.

With his cum-covered face, Dad went dutifully back to work, burying it in
Mom's snatch.  She began moaning steadily into her pillow, and the closer
she got to climax, the more of her juices flowed freely into Dad's face.  I
continued to straddle Dad, but relaxed and sat back on him, feeling his
softening cock under my ass, and enjoyed the view.  I was stroking my
still-hard cock in this position when Mom finally went over the edge.  The
sounds she made, and the look in Dad's face, told me that this was
unusually intense for her.


I went hurriedly to the bathroom as the reality of our post-coital scene
set in.  But as I wiped up, I thought about it and realized that none of us
were ashamed in the act.  Mom, Dad, and I were all very level, even if we
were extremely impassioned.  I resolved to come out and face it instead of
acting as if it didn't happen.


When I returned to the bedroom, it seems that I wasn't alone in that
resolution.  Dad met me, both of us still nude, and gave me a kiss on the
lips as we stood.  His tongue entered my mouth and his hand gently grabbed
my cock as it stiffened yet again.  But Dad just held it, didn't play with
it, as if he had been waiting 33 years to size up his son's cock.  Our kiss
was tender, hardly sexual, but our tongues met in each others' mouths and
slowly caressed.  Having regained her composure, Mom approached and put an
arm around each of us.

I wanted to stay and sleep with them.  To lay between them naked, with my
hands freely and frequently reaching out for Mom's pussy, for Dad's cock,
as we cuddled naked in the night.  But it was still scorchingly hot in the
house, and Liz would expect me home soon.  I left, and as I drove home I
felt no fear or shame, no tension about Liz.  Yet I somehow, absolutely and
naturally knew that my sexual story with my parents was not over.