Incest/Taboo Mom's New Family Affair

BETH'S PERSPECTIVE -

I remember John giving me a kiss and telling me good luck as he left the room to leave for work. I suddenly looked at my watch and saw it was already 8:15 and knowing Dad and Eleanor would be leaving for church about 8:30, I immediately got up to get ready to for my "commando mission" to search for Mom and Dad's old Polaroids.

I didn't know what to expect in my little excursion but I found myself excited and very horny just the same and headed for the shower.

As I stood beneath the shower head and let the warm water run over me, my new Mom came to mind. I thought of yesterday morning and how it rained as we drove Mom to the airport and how excited she was to find the flight had not been delayed. We all gave her hugs she finally disappeared after going through the TSA security and gave us one final wave.

My hands slid my wet hair back on my head as she shower splashed across my face and body. I stepped back from the shower head, reached for the shampoo and started to wash my hair, my thoughts continuing as I started to lather my hair.

Afterwards the three of us went out for breakfast, and then spent the rest of the rainy day at Darla's where we soon found ourselves stripped and naked in the throes of a threesome.

We seemed to flow from one combination to another, each taking turns on the receiving end as we took care of each other simultaneously. I was in awe and loved it all, but I found myself discovering certain favorites like how I loved getting off while being eaten by Darla as I sucked Johns cock.

My pussy started to tingle as my mind continued to wander on.

We spent the rest of the day naked and free taking turns getting each other off casually and playfully as we enjoyed our lazy day together but two things really stuck in my mind.

One special thing t was watching Darla as she squatted before John and masturbated while sucking on his cock, and how she kept having those mini orgasms time after time as she gagged on it as she took it deep as her hand kept rubbing herself hard and fast. I thought that looked soooo fucking hot to me and she seemed to love it!

As the mental image of it flashed before my mind, the suds from washing my hair dripped down to my shoulders where it continued to flow down to my shoulders and breasts.

I let my hands travel down my chest, my fingers washboarding across my hard, stiff nipples, causing the tingle in my pussy to turn to a warm pulsing sensation as it begged to be touched, but I resisted for the moment.

I reached for the body soap and poured a liberal amount into the palm of my hand in a half urgent manner then turned my back to the spray and started soaping my shoulders and chest, being sure to pinch my slick nipples as I did and my thoughts continued on.

I squeezed more soap as my thoughts turned to the other thing which was Darla telling us that Friday night after we left for drinks, they had retired to Mom's bedroom where Darla fucked her for the first time with the strap on. Darla said Mom went crazy getting fucked by her and was eagerly returned the favor after cuming hard.

I remember thinking how I wanted to do the same with Mom as my hand went straight to my pussy where my soapy fingers immediately cleaved my slit smearing the slick soap over my now hard, sensitive clit and over and between my inner folds adding to their slick wetness.

My pussy throbbed and I felt a slight contraction from my own touch and I knew I was lost in my own desire to please myself as I imagined Mom above me fucking me missionary style with my knees high and spread with my his pivoted back in the perfect position to accept the stiff dildo of her strap-on. I imagined her breasts hanging as they swayed and jiggled and their surface, often rubbing over my own as she bends over me...our eyes staring into each other's as each thrust slides into my hot cunt as she fucks me.

The movements of my soapy hand and fingers increased as I rubbed the slick soap between my legs, over and within my slit and then onward over my anus.

My eyes closed and I started breathing heavily as I leaned against the back wall of the shower to support myself. I started rubbing my clit in wildly as I thought of fucking her back doggy style in either that hot, wet, gorgeous pussy or hers or maybe even her ass.

The image in my mind of fucking mom in the ass with Darla's strap-on with her head on the mattress moaning as she rubbed her clit wildly put me over the edge and my orgasm seemed to slam into me.

I felt like I was melting into the rear wall of the shower as my legs trembled and I felt the tiles, still cooler than the atmosphere of the shower press back against my hard nipples.

It took a few moments to collect myself after my orgasm finally ebbed. But, soon afterwards I finally started to feel like myself again and finished rinsing off and giggled thinking 'I really needed that even if today ends up being a bust!'

Once back in the bedroom I slid into one of my cut-off top and giggled when I realized it was the one the "strudel icing" incident that now seemed so long ago and then a pair of short shorts. I grinned as I slid them I because I truly did want to go commando and not wear any undies.

I slid on a pair of flip-flops by the computer desk and remembered the thumb drive John had told me about. I found it and slipped it into my pocket, hoping that if I don't find the pictures, maybe I could find them on his computer. Hopefully he scanned them and hid them there if he felt he needed to trash the physical pictures before Eleanor found them.

I saw it was 8:50 and Dad and Eleanor should be gone by now. I grabbed my phone and keys and called the house as I started down the stairs. It rang and rang unanswered until the voice mail message kicked in and I ended the call.

I quickly moved down the block and unlocked the back door with my key and entered with a "Hello?" There was no reply and my only answer was complete silence.

My heart pounded with a different type of excitement that I had never experienced before as I quickly went up to their bedroom. I hadn't been in there for years and saw that the furniture remained the same, only now they were covered by other personal effects that I'd never seen. There was one major addition though, and that was a 42 in. flat screen TV that was in the corner which looked large in the medium sized bedroom. I thought nothing of it.

I knew I needed to start from the beginning so the first thing I wanted to look for was to see if the western boot box that held the magazines might still be under the bed. I kneeled under the side of the bed closest to me where it used to be located, lifted the edge of the box spring skirt that went around the bed and peeked.

It wasn't there anymore, not at least where it had been for years when I was younger but as my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I noticed something like its shape near the opposite side toward the foot of the bed.

I quickly changed sides and pulled the box out. Another mild electric shock of excitement shot through me as I recognized it and my heart pounded once again as I slowly hinged the top up. I remember thinking 'Oh please let the pictures still be there!"

The box still contained pornographic magazines, but my fingers went straight to the bottom to find the false bottom of the box. As my nails found its edge, my heart started to plummet because I could tell it was too flat against the bottom or the box's surface for anything to be between. When I lifted, sure enough, nothing was there.

My anticipation suddenly shrunk to nothing like the air escaping out of a balloon as I shrugged my shoulders. It knew was only an outside chance I'd find them here, so I started thumbing through the magazines. Some were the ones from years ago that focused a lot on anal but what really surprised me was there were a few new ones that were totally different - they were about light bondage.

I put two and two together knowing there were no bondage magazines or pictures when Mom was alive and I chuckled and said out loud "So the Ice Queen has a secret sexy side I see! Good for Dad, at least he gets some excitement!"

I slid the box back in place and looked around. I still wanted to look for the Polaroid's. I was next to the dresser, pulled a drawer open and saw Eleanor's things in there and then re-closed it, which confirmed my guess that it would be hers and dismissed it since I didn't think she'd be hiding pictures of my Mom for Dad.

I glanced at the high boy and moved to it. I started on the bottom drawer and searched it, being careful not to disturb anything. Nothing. I then searched the others above it with the same results.

I looked around as I wondered where to look next. I saw the closet and thought I'd take a peek. There was only one closet but it was a large walk in. Eleanor's clothes took up one side and along the back. Dad's hung along the other wall. I looked around. The top shelf on Dad's side only held one box and I knew what that was. That would be his pistol. I checked it anyway and I had guessed right.

On Eleanor's side the top shelf was covered with hats and shoe boxes and after drawing a couple out, found they primarily held shoes. One thing I noticed was a trunk tucked in the corner near the door. I recognized it immediately as being my old trunk I used in my freshman year at college before upgrading to one with wheels. It had been in the basement since, or at least I thought it had.

I thought that was strange, but my focus was on Dad's hiding places and I doubted he would store them in there. It caught my curiosity though and I looked down at the lock. The lock arm was up and engaged, but I knew I could get around that, I was always losing the key.

I kneeled down and pulled the trunk out away from the wall. I grabbed the left corner of the trunk with one hand and my fingers gripped the right side of the lock's hinged plate and I squeezed them together as I pulled at the plate the same time. It suddenly released and dropped just like it did many years ago.

When I lifted the lid, what I saw shocked me in a very naughty way! The trunk was filled with toys and paraphernalia for a dominatrix. I noticed a folded corset and high heeled boots at the bottom, and I saw an assortment of butt plugs, two different sized dildos and other paraphernalia.

Bondage wasn't my thing but the thought of Dad and Eleanor being a bit kinky did sexually excite me and I started to feel myself get warm and wet again. I poked around the trunk a bit more making sure I didn't disturb anything and more toys like a short whip with lots of tails and soft ropes, even a ball gag but no pictures. I then re-locked it and slid it back in place.

After closing the closet door as I found it, I decided to now check the basement. I was determined to find those pictures if they still existed.

After 15 minutes in the basement, I had checked all of Dad's hiding places and still found no pictures, so I returned up stairs to the bedroom. Knowing now that Eleanor had quite a kinky side, I decided to check her drawers in the dresser too. Again, nothing but noting that one drawer seemed to be devoted to teddys and baby doll outfits. As I got to my knees to check the bottom row I noticed a PC at the end of the dresser I hadn't noticed before.

There was a keyboard with a built in track ball lying across the top surface. My eyes glanced at the TV and thought 'Monitor?' Yes. I saw the cord leading down to the back of the PC. I pressed the PC power button and it started to come to life.

I looked behind me and found the remote for the TV and powered it up. I thought I'd have to change the source to the PC, but the TV was already set to it. The Windows Desktop appeared and I thought this wasn't going to be much if they didn't have it password protected.

Sure enough, a search for JPG files only showed those found in the picture directory which contained sample files supplied with Windows and a few of Dad and Eleanor at a BBQ. I had a suspicion they used the computer for more than this so I clicked the Start button. The start menu didn't show recent items so I adjusted the settings so it would and then hit the start button again.

Sure enough, there was a list of jpg and mp4 files that had been opened recently. All had numbers for filenames. I clicked on one and immediately received an alert that the file could not be found. I then knew they had an external drive somewhere...

I thought 'But where?' I had been through most of the drawers and then realized I never got to the dresser's bottom row because of getting distracted by the computer. I quickly checked them and again found nothing. I sat back on my haunches and felt dejected.

Again I thought 'Where could it be?" as I stared forward running options in my mind and then it suddenly struck me. I was staring at the base of the TV stand the TV was attached to and it had two sizable drawers.

I quickly opened one and found a small tripod that was small enough to be used on a desktop, but it looked extendable where the legs sections slid into one another if needed. Along with it was and Sony pocket camera which I knew was able to take both quality pictures and movies but still, I found no external hard drive.

I quickly opened the last drawer and sure enough, I found an external hard drive lying next to wound up cord at the end of a camera that could be mounted on the edge of a computer screen.

I snatched the hard drive and plugged it in. The dialog box came up instantly asking what I wanted to do and I clicked view files. As the file explorer software started I found two main sub directories.

After clicking around, I realized one was for movies and the other was for pictures. The picture one had several sub directories and as I clicked on them, I found each contained lots of pictures. Immediately I went back to the first directory to start there to see if I could find any that looked like the ones of Mom's Polaroid's, but found nothing as the pictures started to display as icons.

I only let a screen load at a time as I went from directory to directory as I worked down the tree. What I saw amazed me.

I saw Eleanor in her outfit with a foot on a chair as she held Dad's head to her pussy to eat her while his hands were tied behind his back... I thought she actually looked sexy in her corset with garter straps connecting to her sheer black stockings and wearing high heeled stilettos...But then the next few would be Eleanor with her hands tied as Daddy forced her to suck his cock.

After getting a hint of the bondage thing after seeing the magazines, I must admit seeing them act out their sexy secrets it really excited me as I felt my pussy tingle much harder and the warmth of my wetness building again. I dare not rub it with no panties on unless I wanted to look like I peed myself, so I slid my hand down into my shorts thinking I was glad I had cum earlier otherwise I'd really be on edge.

I backed out of the present directory tree and went to the other one at the root level containing movies and clicked on it. There were two directories underneath and I clicked on the first and chose the first file within and opened it.

I could tell the camera has been mounted to the TV screen and I saw Eleanor naked and riding Dad in a reverse cowgirl position as she faced the camera. She had nipple clamps attached to each nipple tip with a chain running between them that connecting them.

I saw the chain seemed to bounce causing her long, hard, pinched nipples to dip with each downward cycle. The look on her face was far off and I could tell she was either imagining something or she was lost in the sensations she was feeling.

As I continued to watch, it didn't take long to notice her passion was slowly building and as she started getting closer to cuming she started pulling the chain down hard stretching her nipples as Dad started to hold her hip in place and started thrusting his hips higher as he sunk his cock into her.

I felt mesmerized as I clearly watched the bottom side of his cock as it worked in and out of her hairy pussy. Her other hand then went to her pussy where her fingertips pressed against her clit in a circular motion very desperately for only a moment before I saw her orgasm overtake her.

The whole time I was watching there hadn't been much sound until Eleanor started getting close to cuming, at which time she let out the occasional moan. As she came, her moan was much louder and guttural, which reminded me of Mom's when she really gets off.

As her orgasm started to ebb, I heard Dad exclaim something unintelligible and then grunt as I saw his hips thrust hard 3 distinct times deeply into her with a short pause each time and I knew he had just come. She settled down hard on him, rotating her hips and grinding her pussy into him while holding him deep as he did.

I expected to see the movie end any second now but it didn't. I saw Eleanor lean back onto Dad and I saw his hands cup her breasts and fondle them lightly as her chest heaved and she tried to catch her breath. The camera was still focused at their coupling and I could see Daddy's cock where before it was hard, now it was soft and bent into a curve as it was still in the confines of her vagina. Just as I realized this it popped out only to be followed by a trail of his cum.

I must admit watching the video of my Dad and stepmom almost took my breath away. I almost came as I watched but instead I pressed my fingers down hard on my clit to hold back and soon after the urge receded, I eased my hand out. I right clicked on the drive in the file viewer to see its properties. All the files totaled only 7 gigs, thinking I'd much rather cum at home looking at these files.

I grinned and pulled out the thumb drive I brought with me. It was plenty large enough to copy them all. A few seconds later I was copying all the directories from one to the other. I sat back as I watched the dialog box show the start of the progress and I closed all the viewers.

It was going to take a while, so I used the time to reset the changes I had made to show me the most recent files and sat back to soak all of this in. It looked like Dad and Eleanor had quite a kinky sex life. Maybe that's why she made me feel so uncomfortable being here. Eleanor seemed to have quite a sex drive and it would definitely put a crimp on their secret fun with me being around all the time and never knowing when I'd show up.

I then giggled and shook my head when I realized where they were right now... at church, for crying out loud! I knew they were honest church goers too. Dad had always s been active in the church and that's where he had met Eleanor... Who would have guessed... but I guess that applied to John, Mom and now me too.

It seemed like it was taking forever for the files to copy and my mind started to take inventory of where I searched so far and if I had missed any places. I then recalled something which caused me to sit up straight and then get up all together. The garage! And I know just where to look!

I immediately went there. The inside of the garage wasn't finished. It only had exposed insulation and studs along the walls. The top where the sides met the roof allowed small slots to store things where the roof overhang formed the eaves. I didn't bother going to the ones at the back wall of the garage, the ones I wanted were located where you could only get to them with a car out of the way.

I remember secretly catching Dad smoking when Mom was forcing him to quit. He hid his is cigarettes in one of those small slots in the eaves partially blocked by the overhead door track. I quickly got the ladder and started searching from the end and within the 3rd slot, my fingers felt a stiff, stuffed envelope. I pulled it back and it was a half sized heavy brown envelope with metal tabs keeping it closed.

My heart leaped with joy as I pulled out a few of the Polaroids, the first one showing my Dad's cock half in my Mom as seen in a doggy position and a second of Dad's face buried in Mom's pussy as seen from her point of view.

I was so thrilled but I didn't want to waste any more time and wanted to get back home to study them more. I planned on taking them with me figuring he wouldn't notice and decide what to do with them later. I re-clasped the envelope, put the ladder back and returned to the bedroom just in time to see the last of the files being copied.

I shut down the computer and put everything back to where it came from and then checked everywhere, including the closet, to make sure I didn't leave any sign of me being there. As I passed through the family room on my way out, I snagged an old magazine from the end table holder and slid the envelope into it to hide it on my way home.

After returning and plugging the hard drive into John's computer I pulled out my phone and sent a text to John saying "SUCCESS!" and set the phone down while not expecting an answer until he went on break.

I also slid out of my shorts, knowing they'd only be in the way and moved around the bed to get my vibe out of the night stand before I returned the his computer and took a seat. I then started to methodically going from directory to directory studying each with the extra-large icon setting on the file viewer.

As I went through them, I noticed there were often several pictures of the same thing. Some seemed to try to catch a series of events and others were just multiple shots to stumble across a good one.

I started noting the filename of the best to show John later, but I stopped that and opened an new folder on his computer desktop and when I found a good one, I just dragged it to that directory where it deposited itself as a copy.

For the next 40 minutes I had only made it down through two directories out of about 8 when my phone rang. I looked and saw it was John and excitedly answered it "Hi Baby! I did it! I found them!"

John sounded glad for me and I quickly told him what else I found and what I was doing.

When he heard what I found in their private pictures he said "WTF Beth!... For real? You mean the "Ice Queen" is a bit kinky? Wow... Ha, I could see your dad liking that, after all he always was an ass man..."

I told him "Something tells me I'm only scratching the surface. I'll know more when you get home." I then explained how I was going through them all and copying the best to his computer.

"Great!... Do I get to see the Polaroids too?" he asked innocently enough.

I told him of course and that there were no secrets anymore and asked when he'd be home. His answer was he was getting off by 2, and would be home shortly afterwards. I told him to hurry, that I've already cum once and will probably wear my pussy sore if he takes his time.

He answered with an "Oh, I'll be there... just as soon as I can get out of here!" He then said his goodbyes.

I kept going through the pictures. About half were usual naked sex shots taken showing masturbation, oral, posing and POV shots, all of them very normal but still hot... but the other half of them included bondage and occasional spanking with both of them sharing roles. Eleanor in her outfit seemed to be something new and introduced earlier this year by the file dates.

Often she'd wear teddies and baby dolls, sometimes in thigh highs and heels and other times not in many of the pictures. However, the outfit I had found in the trunk now seemed to be a favorite of hers and she often wore it whether she was acting as the dominatrix or acting as the sub.

It seemed she liked getting tied and spanked a lot too. There was one picture showing Dad's arm using a short handled black cat-of-nine-tails flogging whip that left red streaks across her ass and I could clearly see the wild hairs of her hairy pussy wet and matted as her slit spread naturally as it glimmered in the flash of the picture.

The next one changed to another POV picture by Daddy now fucking her from behind right after the previous shot which made my pussy tingle once again. I turned the vibrator on low and aimed the tip over my closed lips just above my clit and felt the vibrations as they emanated into my skin to tease myself without direct contact to make me cum right away.

As I continued to scroll, what really got my attention was another series of pictures of Eleanor. This time she was wearing her corset, stockings and a pair of high heeled boots with her hands tied tightly behind her back as she was bent over the old wooden stool that used to sit next to the wall phone in the kitchen.

The white rope contrasted strongly against the darkness of her corset and her boots as they were tied to two legs of the stool. This time though, the cups of her corset had been pulled down and her breasts hung freely as she wore her nipple clamps and chain, but that only started describing the picture.

Her head was turned back as if to see what's happening. The look in her eyes was hard to interpret, It looked like it could be sexual excitement or anticipation but could easily also be apprehension. I was hard to tell since her other facial features were off because she had a ball gag stuck in her mouth. The bright, rich red color of the ball drew my eyes immediately to it.

Red stripes crisscrossed her ass cheeks framing the large dildo sticking out of her cunt along with the T base of a large butt plug. It made me gasp as I said aloud and cover my mouth with my hand as I said "My god! She is such a nasty bitch!" into it with a chuckle.

As I continued to scroll down in that same directory I saw something that I had to take a double take on and when I realized what I was seeing, you could have blown me over with a feather. Someone was bent over the stool again with their hands tied behind their back - and that someone was my Dad.

What totally shocked me was not only the crisscrossed red marks on his ass cheeks - but that he had a dildo sticking out of his ass!

I saw nothing other than that as I stared at it for a few seconds until the shock of it settled and I started taking in the rest of the picture. His head was drooped forward and I could see he was wearing the harness for the ball gag too.

I quickly clicked down to the next picture. Dad's ass and upper thighs filled the frame and the dildo still protruded from his ass and the slickness of the lube still glimmered in the camera.

The dildo had been the smaller of the two I had found in the trunk. But I also noticed something else... his dick hung low as if just recently deflated and looked soft and fleshy like John's gets but Daddy' dick still had a string of seminal fluid forming an off-white drop at the end as it hung from the tip. It gave me the impression that he had just cum prior to the shot.

I had to catch my breath. My Dad likes it "up the ass?" Could Dad be bi? I thought about it long and hard and I thought not. He's not the type but I could see where he'd get caught up in Eleanor's games and if he enjoyed it enough to cum like the last picture suggested, then good for him.

I moved on to another directory. It actually took some time to look at each picture, especially when deciding which I'd copy over as being the best. Finally after an hour of looking at several long shooting sessions I wanted a break. It's not that I was tired; I was so cranked and had been on the edge of cuming for most of the time as I evaluated them.

I continued to tease myself with my vibrator as I did, but I knew I didn't want this to become an orgasm marathon just yet, which was hard to do considering the picture of Dad I just saw earlier, which strangely enough turned me on.

I wanted to wait for John to come home first, but there was one orgasm I was going to allow myself, one I had been looking forward to for such a long time... and that was from looking at Mom and Dad in the Polaroids.

I took a break from the computer, got on the bed and spilled them out next to me. The first one I chose was the one of Mom leaning back against the headboard spreading her pussy lips with a naughty smile on her face.

I took in her hard nipples as they pointed in different directions and how her fingers held her hairy lips back. Immediately I noticed her diamond ring and band set of her marriage rings on her left hand which made my heart skip a beat and for just a nanosecond I felt like I could cry...

I quickly focused on her pussy... how hairy it was, but not really wild. It was as if she kept it trimmed but with a scissors only and not a razor. After all the pictures looked like they were done in the 90's before shaving and waxing had become so popular. I was mesmerized by her inner folds and exposed clit in the soft focus of the picture. Polaroids had nowhere near the focus ability of cameras today.

I started touching myself with my fingers as I studied it and felt bad that I never had the opportunity to see it, to feel it or taste it for real. It went through my mind that this was my real mommy, and now knowing how being with my "other mommy" was so satisfying in so many ways, It made me sad that I had missed that. My hips gyrated into the mattress as I dropped it near me so I could pick it up again later.

I inadvertently grabbed another one, this one ended up being a picture of Dad's cock and it seemed Mom had tried to catch him spurting and almost got it dead on since I could see this white unfocused mass with a tail, half of which had passed the top right corner of the picture. I picked up another and another as I started rubbing myself with more enthusiasm.

Then I finally came looking at a picture taken by Dad looking down at her, it cut of the top of her head but it caught her look as she seemed to moan. Her one boob was caught at an odd angle as it was frozen by the shutter as the other was supported by her arm where the picture showed her fingers of that arm were touching her clit. Along the edge of the bottom of the photo you could just make out the shaft of Dad's cock extending into her, exposed in mid thrust.

I suddenly was flooded by an orgasm that hit me long and hard.

I rested on the bed for a good 10 minutes casually looking at the pictures one more time, this time focusing on Dad a bit more. I noticed there were as many of him and his cock as there was of Mom and her body when the picture when the picture wasn't' an action shot of the two of them.

I got the definite impression Mom liked looking at pictures too and probably used them to masturbate by. Knowing this and the thought of my mom's fingers actually held the same photographs I have been holding and using to masturbate created a definite connections between her and I and gave me a very warm feeling. I knew at that point I wouldn't want to give them up.

I looked again at the ones of Dad. His cock wasn't nearly as big and long as John's but I noticed he did have a nice average one and was actually better than some I'd had back at school over the years.

I grinned and let out a bit of a giggle wondering what was I going to do? Was I going to see this cock up close and personal or not? I wondered if Dad had ever thought about me sexually, and apparently he did from his chubby I felt last Thursday night which might have been attributed to Mom, but maybe me too.

I lay back cupping my mound as I pressed on it lightly as I imagined sucking Daddy's cock and wondering how he would feel deep inside of me.

My finger slid between my outer lips and teased my clit as I imagined what his cum would taste like and only moments later a mild electric shock went through my body as I had a short quick orgasm or should I say and aftershock of the orgasm I had just had earlier.

Would he want to be with me or... would that be too kinky for him. After what I've seen today, I kind of doubted that would be a real problem and I knew for sure then I'd want to at least try if I knew for sure it wouldn't cause problems between John and me.

The orgasm, along with not sleeping so well from thinking and anticipating my commando mission all night long, made me drowsy. I collected the pictures into a pile and rolled over on my side on the bed and hugged them to my chest as I allowed myself to succumb to drifting off into a nap.

I woke about half an hour later and felt refreshed enough that I returned to the computer to continue checking out the pictures. As I got into the lower subdirectories I was quite surprised and had my second major shock from what I saw.

It was a close up of Eleanor sucking a black cock! I immediately double clicked on the extra large icon to see if full size in the viewer.

I exclaimed "Oh my fucking god!" out loud as I looked closer at the picture. I had the impression he was standing and she was either kneeling or sitting. The blackness of his skin was not super black and was medium black in color.

What struck me first was the contrast of Eleanor's white hands on his ebony cock along with the red of her lipstick on her lips as they surrounded the shaft. Eleanor's eyes were closed but her facial expression was one of loving it in her mouth.

My pussy seemed to pulse seeing this and I felt the warmth and wetness return in the thought of her being with a black man, especially since she was obviously being shared by Daddy who und undoubtedly was the one taking the neatly framed picture.

Since I was seeing this in the viewer, I clicked the arrow for the next shot and was immediately shocked once again.

Dad had backed up and taken a more general shot of them and I saw Eleanor on her knees sucking Charlie Richards. Charlie was a good friend of my Dad's for years and they often golfed and fished together. They worked for the same company, though not together and Charlie also went to the same church. What really put a twist into it was Charlie had even been a deacon at the church in the past.

I also knew his wife Shirisa and their kids who were about 3 and 4 years behind me. I also knew if Shirisa found out about this it would ruin Charlie and kept that in mind to tell anyone that I might share the pictures with such as John or Mom.

Even though what I was seeing was dangerous, I found myself slightly getting increasingly turned on knowing their secret.

I clicked from picture to picture as I went through in the series. They were so hot, they kept me mesmerized as I saw pictures that Eleanor must have taken of both he and Dad standing side by side as they pointed their hard cocks at the camera for her. Charlie was a bit larger and longer than Dad's but John still had them both beat.

There were more pictures of his cock up close and I could see why Eleanor wanted the pictures because his cock was beautiful in a sense like a smooth milk chocolate candy bar but instead of the swirl of chocolate across the top, his had a few pronounced veins along its side, giving it the illusion of strength.

I continued to click from pic to pic where I saw Charlie's face at her pussy with his tongue extended as she held her legs high and wide, another with him fucking her missionary style with her legs on his shoulders with the head of his cock in her and his shaft exposed and ready to thrust forward.

Then there was another that was probably done using the self timer on the camera. It showed Charlie as he lay on his side in a spooning position behind Eleanor, where I could see his cock half in her as she twisted her body to suck of Daddy who was leaning against the headboard holding her hair back as he looked down at her. My pussy pulsed seeing it.

I was literally breathless at this point and I looked at the clock and was relieved to see it was already 1:50 knowing John would be getting off in just a few minutes and home in less than 30 minutes or so.

I closed the viewer and noted the pics I saw were the last and the latest in the only remaining sub directory. I selected all of the ones of Charlie and copied them into the file with the pictures I chose to show John. I then also copied the whole directory containing the movies too.

As they copied, I went to the other bedroom and found one of my boxes for school and found one of my own thumb drives and brought it back with me. By the time I returned, the movies had finished copying to the desktop file so I pulled it and hid it in the desk drawer until I could talk to John about how to protect it, then cut the files in the desktop folder and pasted them into my thumb drive which would be easy to scrub or reformat.

As I again watched another transfer of files my mind tired to make sense of all the details that flooded my mind in such a short period of time so far today.

The excitement of snooping to find the pictures, stumbling into Dad and Eleanor's secret sex lives which included Charlie too had me worked up into a frenzy, even with the orgasms which I had had. Not to mention seeing so much of Daddy in the pictures. The thought of how I wanted so badly to taste his cock and feel the naughtiness of doing it made my pussy tingle and pulse even more.

What also struck my mind was all the excitement was all conveyed through pictures. Pictures of Mom and Dad, pictures of Dad and Eleanor, pictures of them both with Charlie... I realized I really wanted my own pictures too.

Mom seemed to be shy about them, but John told me she let him take some of her pussy before she got waxed and we just haven't had the chance to look at them since John would be needed to open the encrypted folder. She said it was ok as long as her face wasn't in them.

Darla had also mentioned about someday, if it was alright with me, she'd love to have a picture of John's cock along with a close up of my pussy. I had let her take a few that night of me as we spent the night together on our first date night. I found it was fun showing it off for her camera and promised it would be ok with me for her to take some of John's cock if he didn't mind.

As one thought about pictures led to another I remembered how John fucked me the morning after we first had sex with Mom and I had returned from seeing my Dad during breakfast with him at the diner.

I clearly remembered how he said he loved seeing me in my denim mini and heels as I was bent over the couch and how he'd love to have a picture of me from behind with cum dripping from me just after fucking me that way again.

My pussy pulsed and felt the warmth spreading again at the thought of it thinking today would be the perfect day to do it too. I was so horny to be fucked especially before we got started on viewing the pictures and I knew it would be a good idea to get John off right away making him ready to fuck like rabbits as we finally settle in to look at them.

All summer long I had chosen to mostly wear skirts instead of shorts unless we were out doing something athletic. The skirts were cool, but oh so accessible for all the sexy situations that had gone on lately. So, I had several, but I went to the other bedroom to find the one he seemed to like best and also picked up my older high heeled sandals I wore that night too.

I immediately slid into them and looked at myself in the mirror wearing the skirt and could see how my nipples stood out beneath the relatively thin material of my cut-off top. I grinned hoping no one noticed me as I walked back from Dad's place. I was sure they were just as hard and pointy after just seeing what I saw at the house.

I went back to the room and found John's Nikon camera and as I started to leave, my phone rang. I looked at it and it was Mom.

We talked excitedly as she told me it was 8 AM there and how Mr. C had just left to play a round of morning golf as I started down the stairs. She told me about her trip and how beautiful it was there and how they had even managed to fuck discretely on the beach last night without getting caught. She sounded happy and excited and then asked how we were.​