An adult stories – The Garden Shed Ch. 14 by jasperspen
All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
This story took place in the mid to late 1970s in the United Kingdom when the ‘World Wide Web’ or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with ‘experienced’ friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.
Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15-year-olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.
All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many people at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.
Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters, you will be more in tune with the characters.
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“Did you both have a relaxing time while me and your dad were over at your gran’s house,” Mom asked, as we ate our Sunday evening meal together.
“Yes, it was a nice relaxing afternoon,” Sue replied.
“I saw that Sally had come over, I’m glad you are friends with her,” Mom said, looking at Sue, “she is such a pleasant girl and always so well dressed. Are you going to see more of each other?”
For a change, it was my turn to smirk at Sue. She knew instantly what I was thinking that there wasn’t much of Sally we hadn’t seen — and photographed.
“Ummm, maybe,” Sue said, trying not to choke on her food.
Mom gave her a stern look, “If you didn’t speak with your mouth full, you probably wouldn’t choke,” she said. “I think Sally might be a good influence on you, she seems very ‘proper’,” Mom continued, “it might curb some of your more ‘tomboy-like’ activities.”
Sue didn’t say anymore, probably because she couldn’t, but just continued to eat.
I don’t know how I kept a straight face, but I’m glad I did.
“And what about you Ben, what did you do this afternoon?” Mom asked, next.
“Aww, I just went round to my mate Tony’s house to sort out a couple of problems on his motorbike,” I lied, convincingly.
“You like motorbikes then?”
“Well, I like messing with them and the technical aspects, not sure about riding one,” I said.
Mom paused as if deciding whether to say more, then, “I used to ride a motorbike you know,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Sue stopped eating, her fork halfway to her mouth.
“Really Mom? You never mentioned it before.”
“Oh yes,” Dad said, unusually joining in, “your mom was quite a biker-girl in her day, she was the one with the transport that took us out and about, me riding pillion.”
Sue and I looked at each other open mouthed, it was the last thing we might have imagined.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Mom said, a faint blush on her cheeks, “I was young once you know.”
“Yes, but you riding a motorbike,” Sue said, “I never would have guessed.”
“I think I have some photographs somewhere, if you would like to see them,” she offered, on the spur of the moment.
“Emmm, yea, we would love to see them,” I said, as surprised as Sue at this admission. Perhaps there was more to our mom than we thought.
“Hmm, that reminds me Ben, I did ask you some time ago if you could take a few photos of me, like the ones you did of Sue,” she said.
It was my turn to choke on my food, it was turning into a weird meal.
“Like th…those of Sue?” I stuttered, taking a drink of water to clear my throat.
I noticed Sue’s face had gone a sickly white, surely Mom hadn’t found the hidden photos I had taken of Sue and me. No, she couldn’t have otherwise she wouldn’t be so calm if she had, and wouldn’t be asking me to take similar photos surely?
“Yes, when you first had the camera, you took some photos of your sister outside, to practice, remember?”
“Oh, those photos,” I said, without thinking.
Mom gave me an inquisitive look, “What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing, I mean, I had forgotten that you’d asked, and they were the first ones, so not very good,” I bluffed, trying hard not to blush.
“Well, you’ve had lots of practice now, so perhaps you could think about it?”
“Yes, of course, we’ll work something out,” I said, careful not to look at Sue, and feeling my rapid heartbeat slowing down again.
“Good,” she said.
It seemed the subject was being dropped and we continued to eat our dinner.
I hadn’t really taken much notice before, but as I surreptitiously looked at Mom, I could see that she was an older version of Sue. True, she wasn’t as slim as Sue, but she still had a good figure, and I was trying to imagine her around Sue’s age, astride a motorbike, but the picture wouldn’t come.
“Penny for them Ben,”
“What?” I said, not realising Mom had noticed I was gazing into space.
“You seemed miles away, in your own world, I wondered what you were thinking about?” Mom said.
“Oh, sorry, ummm…I was just trying to picture you on a motorbike,” I said, truthfully.
“I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t told you now, but I will dig out those photos later and you’ll see.”
“Ok, that’ll be…interesting.” I said, and got on with finishing my dinner.
The rest of the meal went much like any other; a few comments about various things, but nothing significant or worthy of remembering.
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Later, as usual, Sue and I were washing-up the dinner things in the kitchen.
“Whew, that was a bit awkward,” I whispered in Sue’s ear, having looked over at the door to check no one was close by.
“It was a bit scary, I thought she knew something, all that talk about Sally and then about photographs.”
“Just imagine though if she did want some sexy photos taken,” I whispered, even quieter.
“Ben, are you perving on Mom?” she said, almost inaudibly.
“No, of course not, but…”
“You are, aren’t you?” Sue said, a bit louder, turning to look me in the eye.
“No, well, not really, I mean, when Dad said about her being a ‘biker-girl’, I couldn’t help wondering.”
“It wouldn’t be like today you know, all short skirts and flashing their panties,” she said, a little too loudly.
“Shhh,” I cautioned her, “they’ll hear.”
“Yes, sorry,” she whispered.
“I know that, but she must have done some sexy things when she and Dad were younger…you know.”
“Of course,” she remembered to whisper this time, “remember when we were decorating my bedroom, we heard them ‘at it’ in their room, didn’t we? So, they still ‘do it’.”
“Yes, I remember what we did while we listened too,” I said, with a grin.
Still with her rubber glove on, she quickly moved one hand in front of me and felt the front of the jogging trousers I had changed into after Sally had left.
“Hey,” I hissed, looking quickly behind us at the door.
“I knew you were hard,” she said, quietly chuckling, “thinking about taking naughty photos of Mom has made you randy hasn’t it. Go on admit it?”
“I never gave it a moments thought until today, but its just a fantasy, she would never do anything like that,” I said.
“Hmmm, that didn’t stay just a fantasy with me though, did it big brother?” she said, grinning ear to ear.
“Yes, but this is Mom we are talking about, it’s even difficult to imagine.”
“Looks like you’ve managed it,” she said, taking a firmer grip on my now much harder cock.
“Sue, stop it, see what you’ve done now, not only is the front of my trousers wet from your glove, but you have got me fully hard, I hope no one come in.”
“You shouldn’t have been having those thoughts about Mom then, should you?” she quipped, in a whisper, and let go of my cock.
I glanced at the door, and listened for any movement from the living room where I could hear the TV was on. Confident all was clear for a few moments, I slipped quickly behind Sue, put my arms around her and my hands up onto her breasts, one in each hand, then pulled her back towards me, pressing my hard cock against the groove of her pert bottom.
“You just want me to have thoughts about you, don’t you?” I whispered, right down her ear, and at the same time ground my cock against her.
“Ben, you stop it, you know we nearly got caught here last time,” she said, struggling noiselessly to get free.
“You liked it though, and the danger?” I said.
“You know I do, but this is madness,” she said, her breathing going a little faster.
“Mmm, so nice feeling my cock against you, isn’t it?”
“I know, but not now, we don’t want to spoil it by being caught, and anyway, I think Mom is going to look out those old photos, she may come past at any second,” Sue said.
I realised she was probably right, and it wasn’t worth the risk, so reluctantly I let her go and moved back by her side to finish drying the crockery.
We concentrated on the task in hand and were quiet for a while. My cock gradually softened until it was no longer obvious, and the damp patch dried out fairly quickly in the warm kitchen.
We had almost finished the chore when Sue again checked the door.
“Would you really like to take some…what shall we say… ‘risqué’ photos of Mom if you had the chance?” she whispered in my ear.
Now I knew that Sue had been turning it over in her mind and it interested her, but I knew it could never happen.
“You know it could never happen,” I voiced my thoughts.
“Hmm, never say never,” Sue said, enigmatically.
Oh no, I thought, whatever does she have in mind now, she has led us into some weird situations, but surely, she is not even thinking about trying this.
“I think you should drop any weird ideas you have about this before it gets us into serious trouble,” I said, more firmly than I do usually.
“We’ll see,” she said, with that determined look on her face that I knew so well.
“We’ll see what?” came a familiar voice from by the door to the kitchen.
We looked quickly at each other, but Sue was quick off the mark as usual.
“Ah, Mom, I was just saying that we’ll see what Dad meant by ‘biker-girl’ if you find those photos.”
“Oh, I do wish I hadn’t mentioned them now, goodness knows what you’ll think of me, but I suppose you won’t stop mithering me until I find them will you?”
“Probably not,” Sue said, grinning at Mom.
“Well, I suppose you are adults now, and I was around your age, so you’ll see that everyone can be a bit silly sometimes even your parents. So, all right, I will go and find them if it’s going to shut you up, but no laughing or crude comments as some of them are…quite… ‘silly’,” she said, leaving quickly to go upstairs, as we noticed she had started to blush.
After she had left, Sue raised her eyebrows at me, and we exchanged intrigued looks.
“Whatever did she mean?” I said.
“I don’t know but I guess we’ll find out soon,” Sue replied, as much in the dark as me.
We left the kitchen tidy and went into the living room to join Dad who was partly watching the TV and reading his newspaper at the same time.
“You two finished in there?” he asked, when he noticed us sit down on the sofa.
“Yes, all done,” Sue replied.
“Good, thank you. Your mother was here a moment ago, but she seems to have disappeared.”
“She has just gone upstairs, she said she was going to find those photos she mentioned, you know the motorbike ones,” Sue told him.
“Oh, those… hmmm, yes, I thought she had got rid of them ages ago.”
“Why would she have done that?” Sue asked, with a puzzled expression.
“Well…” Dad said, hesitantly, “we did a few silly things then, I didn’t think she would keep them let alone show them to anyone.”
Now we were both left wondering why they kept calling them ‘silly’ and what was so special about them, that caused Mom to be a bit embarrassed and Dad to be unusually coy. Just then, we heard Mom coming down the stairs and hoped that we would not have to wonder much longer, although personally I thought it was all going to be an anti-climax.
She came in clutching a slightly dusty, small, box.
“Let me sit between you two,” she said, moving towards us on the sofa.
We made a space for her and waited to see what she was going to show us.
Dad was taking more of an interest than usual, “Are you sure you want to show them those?” he said, a worried frown on his face.
“Yes, they are both adults now, it won’t hurt,” she said, “it was a long time ago.”
“Yes, but…”
“Oh, it’s fine, let them see how daring we were then, it might make them realise we weren’t always just ‘mom and dad’,” Mom said, quashing his objections.
“Ok then, it’s up to you, of course,” Dad finished.
Sue and I exchanged glances again, more intrigued than ever.
She opened the box and took a small bunch of photographs out.
“Right. These are ones of me learning to ride my motorbike when I was in my mid-teens. You couldn’t have a licence until you were at least sixteen, but my grandfather had a farm then, so he used to let me ride around on his land.”
The photos were only about three inches by five, black and white but slightly yellowed with age, and a tiny bit grainy, but you could still see a lot of detail.
The various photos showed Mom as a teenager, dressed in a short sleeve, shirt, of some sort, and shorts, sitting astride, riding, or just proudly standing alongside, quite a large motorbike. We were both astonished at how good she looked; it was clear who Sue took after.
“Wow, Dad wasn’t kidding when he said you were a ‘biker-girl’, apart from the more old-fashioned motorbike they could have been taken yesterday,” I said.
“Yes, true,” Sue agreed.
“Those were taken by my dad I think, when I was learning, and, I didn’t really know Mike, your dad, then.”
“Goodness, look at those long legs,” I said, without thinking.
“Trust you to find something of interest other than the motorbike, Ben,” Mom said, blushing but with a grin on her face.
“I thought so too when I saw her,” Dad chimed in, and chuckled.
Mom gave him a look, but it was clear she was enjoying the compliments and the memories, and surprising us with these revelations, quite a different side to her, that we had rarely seen.
“What about the others?” I asked. seeing quite a few more in the box.
“These are a few taken after I met your Dad and had got my licence.”
She passed them over and sure enough they made a very handsome couple, Dad with lots of hair and dressed in very casual clothes, holding Mom around her slim waist, as they smiled at the camera.
“We used to go everywhere on that old bike. That’s your dad on the back, but as it was more than 20 years ago – around 1949 or 50 I think, when I was about 19 – you’ll notice we didn’t wear crash helmets in those days. Thinking back, it was quite a dangerous thing to do, although there wasn’t much traffic and everything was slower, but we were full of confidence, so we never thought about it,” she said, her eyes going slightly glazed as she remembered.
Having scrutinised them and made a few comment back and forth, there were still a few more in the bottom of the box.
“Are those the last ones?” Sue asked.
Mom looked over at Dad, who sort of shrugged as if in answer to an unasked question.
“Yes, these are the last ones. But, before I show them to you, let me explain. Your dad was friends with someone who, a bit like you Ben, liked photography and had set himself up so he could develop and print his own films, not very common in those days. He also had a collection of quite a few different cameras, although of course not as sophisticated as yours is now. So, one sweltering day in the summer, your dad borrowed a camera for the day. We rode out to a quiet picturesque place in the country taking a small picnic lunch. I think he sort of fancied himself as a bit of a photographer, and I agreed to model for him…” she paused.
We both noticed that she had begun to blush again.
“I am beginning to think you were right Mike and this was a bad idea,” she sighed.
Dad looked at her and sort of shrugged again.
“No, go on Mom,” Sue said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
“Well, as I said we were a bit silly and adventurous, so… towards the end of the roll of film, when your dad asked me if I would do a few ‘glamour’ poses for him, the sun was shining, it was an isolated place, and I was enjoying myself so much that I just agreed.”
“Glamour poses?” Sue said, unbelievingly, “you mean with no…”
“Yes, with no clothes on,” Mom interrupted, her face a deep red now.
Sue and I looked at one another, our mouths wide open.
Dad looked a bit uncomfortable, “How many do you have ‘like that’?” he asked, emphasising the ‘like that’.
“Oh, only two,” Mom said.
“Two? Oh, ok, I thought there… never mind,” Dad said, with what seemed like relief.
“Can we see?” Sue stuttered.
“I wasn’t sure I should, but I am only showing you these because you both seem to have become more mature during the last year – well mostly,” she grinned, trying to lighten the atmosphere, “so we need to treat you more as adults. They are not ‘dirty’ in any way, in fact I am sort of proud of them, and we did have some fun,” she glanced over again at Dad, “anyway, that’s why I kept them, so you will have to make your own mind up about what you think,” she finished.
Sue and I briefly exchanged looks again.
She showed us the first one, taken side on, Mom was smiling at the camera sitting astride the motorbike without a stitch of clothes on. Her hands were holding the handlebars, so that from the angle the photo was taken, her arms were covering most of her breasts.
It was my turn to blush now as I looked at the photo of my naked mom. “Ummmm…well, it’s a good photo,” I uttered, not knowing what to say.
“You look great Mom, just like a model in a magazine,” Sue said, more positively, looking closely at the print.
“Thank you dear,” Mom said, obviously pleased with the compliment, “here’s another.”
This one was a little more explicit. Dad had taken it from in front of the motorbike, so that although the handlebars obscured much below hip level, you could see one of her breasts and nipple clearly.
“Is this embarrassing you Ben?” she asked, looking at my red face, “you are very quiet. If either of you think I shouldn’t be showing you these then we can just stop there?”
“No…err… it’s just a surprise, that’s all,” I muttered, a bit embarrassed, but only because I was getting turned on by seeing Mom like this and my cock was misbehaving.
“It’s fine Mom,” Sue added, “it looks like you were enjoying the errr… ‘freedom’.”
“I was, I still remember how sort of ’empowering’ it was to be doing something my parents would have been horrified to see. It’s probably not something you two have experienced, but in those days, this wasn’t the ‘done thing’ for unmarried couples — or even married ones come to think about it,” she giggled, uncharacteristically, and passed the last two photos over for us to see.
OH MY GOD, she was posing leaning against the motorbike, full length shots, with her long hair thrown back over her shoulders keeping it out of the way, showing both breasts and a dark triangle at the junction of her legs. In the second photo, one of her legs was lifted and resting on one of the foot-rests. You could just make out where her pubic hair parted, and her slit would be. I have to admit she had a great figure and looked stunning, so much like Sue does now.
“You… look…ummm fantastic,” I managed, my eyes glued to her naked form, causing my cock to get an unwelcome full erection in my loose trousers. I was thinking I would have liked to have got hold of the negative, I am sure I could have enhanced and enlarged the detail a bit, but I knew I daren’t ask.
“You could be on the cover of any of those Health Magazines with a figure like that,” Sue said, an excitement in her eyes that I knew only too well.
“I don’t know about that,” Mom said, “but I am surprised you even know what might be on the cover of those,” she added, looking sternly at Sue.
“Well, as you said, I am an adult now and I have eyes,” she replied, a cheeky grin on her face.
“Yes, of course you are, I suppose I did say that earlier, didn’t I?” she said, smiling and losing the stern look immediately.
“If you enjoyed doing this, perhaps we should all go on a holiday to a nudist resort,” Sue blurted out, unexpectedly.
There was a charged silence in the room for a short while, no one wanting to speak first.
“I assume that was a joke,” Mom said, at last.
“I think we are a bit too old for that,” Dad added, laughing quietly, and defusing the situation.
“Sorry, it just came out,” Sue said, a little apologetically.
“I can’t imagine Ben doing that anyway, he’s not even keen to be seen in just his underwear,” Mom grinned.
“Leave him alone,” Dad said, “you’re embarrassing the poor lad.”
The conversation was getting a bit personal now and I didn’t like being the object of it. If she had any idea of what Sue, Sally and I had been doing, she might have different thoughts about my willingness, I mused to myself.
“Hmmm, well I think we got a little off track there, but now you know that your Dad and I were young once, and not averse to a bit of ‘fun’,” she said, giving Dad another look that had some hidden meaning we could only guess at.
“I can see,” Sue said, “thank you for showing us, I think I will be thinking of you in a different light from now on.”
Mom collected up the photos a bit self-consciously and carefully put them back into the box, a bit wistfully too I thought.
“You ok now Ben,” Mom said, “I mean, sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“No, it’s fine, I was a bit surprised, but thank you for letting us into your ‘secret’,” I said, “it was quite emmmm… exciting, no sorry, I meant ‘enlightening’,” I corrected quickly.
God, I don’t know why I said that.
Mom couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, but she let it drop.
She took her box of photos and went upstairs to put them wherever she had been hiding them all this time, and when she returned, we didn’t mention them again, but sat and watched some programmes on TV. I don’t remember what we watched as my mind was distracted with the remembered images of our naked mom and wondering why it had given me an erection.
Early on, Sue went up to her room to do whatever she does in there and then earlier than usual Mom and Dad said goodnight and went to bed early. I thought that the looks they were giving each other meant more than they were just tired.
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I had some very weird, half- remembered, dreams that night, something about me riding pillion behind Mom, naked on her motorbike, and putting my arms round her to hold on but putting them onto her breasts as we sped along. Yes, I know, I did say it was weird, but there was other stuff that perhaps thankfully I didn’t remember when I woke up, except that I had to relieve a rock-solid erection before I could get up.
Being Monday morning, everyone was busy getting breakfast and hurrying to get to work on time, and I had college, so there was little conversation and certainly no mention of last evening’s revelations.
It was an average day, and I was glad to get home in the late afternoon.
Being the first home and knowing no one would be back for nearly an hour, I had this urge to see those last photos again, but also to be able to study them in my own time. I went straight to my room and having changed into my usual jogging bottoms and loose T shirt, I am ashamed to say that I gave in, and almost like an intruder, crept guiltily along the landing to their room.
Although no one was home, I trod quietly almost afraid to make a noise, and then carefully opened the door to our parent’s bedroom, leaving it ajar so I could hear if anyone came home, and looked around.
I had been in there before of course for various reasons when one of them were present, but never on my own in the empty house. I wondered if just by entering, somehow Mom would know I had been in there, so I was barefoot and careful not to disturb anything. I had almost changed my mind and was turning round to leave, when I caught sight of the box she had the photos in, on top of the wardrobe, hiding in plain view and easily reachable.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, so the adrenaline had kicked in ready to run if I heard anyone. I could feel my heart beating faster, and my hands a little shaky as I got closer and looked at the box. Now I am not totally stupid, so I looked at it carefully to see how it was positioned so that I could replace it exactly as I found it, and then gingerly reached up and lifted it down.
I wondered whether to take it to my own room, or stay there and look through it, but decided that it was best to stay there so that I could replace it quickly if I needed to and could then get quickly back to my room.
I sat on the bed, careful not to ruck it up, and opened the lid, noticing that the contents didn’t seem to be placed in any particular way but seeing that the earlier ones she had shown us were on top. I removed all of those, wanting to quickly get to the ones where she was naked.
Just a minute I thought… there are more than I remember seeing. In fact, there were another eight as well as the ones she had shown us, and at the bottom, a small, yellowed envelope. When I carefully opened it, I couldn’t believe my luck. Inside were a load of the old style, oblong negatives, I assumed must be for the photos.
I started to look at the photos she hadn’t shown us and now I could see why. Obviously, the amateur photoshoot had gone on longer and become more daring with each shot. My heart was beating even more rapidly and my cock stirring as I looked at them one by one.
On the first one, still naked, she had raised one foot onto the seat of the motorbike displaying her pussy provocatively in a way that showed clearly her slit open a little. With trembling hands and keeping them in order, I looked at each one in turn as they got increasingly explicit. Dad had got closer each time, but seemingly focussing his attention on the dark triangle of her sex. The last but one was of her sitting sideways on the seat of the motorbike, a close up of her pussy, her fingers opening her labia and her erect clitoris plainly on view. I ran my tongue over my now dry lips.
I turned over the last one that for some reason was face down, and I could hardly believe my eyes. There, in clear view was the same shot, but with an erect cock, the head appearing to just touch her opening, taken looking down between them.
Wow, I could hardly believe that my normally prudish and staid mom, and usually quiet and unassuming Dad, had posed like this even though they were a lot younger then. However, the photo evidence was there in front of me.
My cock was straining in my trousers now, as I scrutinised each photo again closely, I lowered my waistband and extracted my cock, slowly wanking it as I looked at each one with my imagination running wild. I was sure they would have had sex, probably on their picnic rug in the open air once they had finished with the camera, even though I knew they weren’t married at the time. I guessed Dad must have developed these himself at his friend’s house unless he had let his friend see them, but was that likely?
I was so engrossed with looking and thinking, that I didn’t hear the footsteps, or the door slowly opening wider.
“What on earth are you doing….no don’t answer that, I can see what you’re doing,” I heard my sister’s voice say.
My heart missed a beat as I was startled out of my reverie, but at the same time relieved that it was only my sister, and not my mom, as I hadn’t heard anyone enter the house.
I didn’t know what to do at first, as she had caught me, just like in my shed, with my cock in hand, looking at photos, except this time they weren’t of any anonymous model in a magazine, but of our mom and dad.
“I errr, was just…curious,” I stuttered, red faced with embarrassment.
“Mom will have a fit if she finds you in here,” Sue started, moving further into the room, “what have you got there anyway?”
“Please don’t think I’m weird, but I just wanted a closer look at the photos Mom showed us last night.”
“I knew you were having lewd thoughts when she showed us those, but I didn’t think you needed a ‘closer look’,” she said smirking, “but they are very tame aren’t they, not like ours,” she giggled then at our shared secret.
“The ones she showed us were,” I said, knowingly.
“What do you mean… are there more? Is that what you’re saying?” she asked, getting closer.
She came and sat next to me on the bed, and I handed her the eight photos still in the order I found them.
I watched her face as she looked at each of them in turn, her eyes getting wider by the second.
She eventually came to the last two.
“Ohhhh,” she said, her face a little flushed and her mouth open at the penultimate one.
I waited in anticipation for her to see the last one.
“OHHHH FUCK,” she exclaimed, uncharacteristically, “is that… it … fuck, it is, isn’t it? It’s Dad’s cock.”
She was staring at it in disbelief.
“Well unless there was three of them on the motorbike, I think that’s a fair guess,” I said, smugly.
“Well…that’s ….really hot, isn’t it?” she finally said, “I know we have heard them, but I never thought I’d see…so that’s why Dad looked worried last night, he thought she was going to show all of them to us — as if she would. Goodness, what a turn up.”
“I think these are the negatives too,” I said, holding the small envelope.
I could see they had affected her, as she was still staring at the last one and moving her bare thighs together under her short skirt.
“What did you just say,” she said, suddenly, looking at me.
“I said, I think these are the negatives too.”
Sue was always quick off the mark, “So, you could print some of these and make them bigger and sharper than the ones in here?”
It had already occurred to me, but I had more or less dismissed the idea as being too dangerous; what if she missed them, what if she realised the box had been disturbed, what if she hid the box and I couldn’t get them back in. The ‘what ifs’ had won, but now Sue was on the case.
“You accused me of ‘lewd thoughts’ but seeing these has made you randy too, hasn’t it?” I asked, grinning.
“It has a bit,” she admitted, “and I can see by your cock that you are too.”
I had been holding my cock throughout while I watched Sue looking at the photos and it hadn’t diminished in size.
“I can’t deny it,” I said, “but we should get this box back where I found it in case one of them comes home early,” I said, getting nervous about how long I had been in their room.
Sue bit her bottom lip…oh, dear, that was often a sign she had thought of something risky.
“Hold on, wait, you could just take the negatives out and see if you can print them better, couldn’t you?”
“No, I think it’s too risky,” I said, apprehensive about what she was thinking.
“Wouldn’t you like to see them enlarged and clearer?” she whispered, conspiratorially.
“We can’t, Mom will know somehow, she’s almost got x-ray vision, you know how perceptive she is,” I said, horrified but equally excited at what she was suggesting.
She put her hand out and took my cock from my hand, wanking it slowly up and down for me.
“Come on, it will be fun and sexy to see ‘a bit more’ if we can.”
“What do you mean,” I asked.
“If you do it,” she started, continuing to wank my cock slowly and sensuously, her face red with excitement, “we could look at them together in your shed when you have done them. If it makes you so randy… perhaps I might act as Mom…”
“Oh no, that’s a bit way out and truly weird.”
“I know, it is a bit kinky, that’s the fun of it.”
“I’m not sure that we should be doing it at all,” I said.
“What, after all that we’ve done so far,” she laughed, “and, like all the other photos we took, no one will know,” she coaxed.
I suppose she had a point, and although it seemed a step too far, I reasoned that it was just a fantasy sort of thing and what harm could it do?
“If you agree, I will make you come, now, here in their room,” she whispered, throatily, “but you’ll have to decide quickly, we don’t have much time,” she added, persuasively.
“It’s too risky, we will make a mess, and Mom will know, even by just by a different smell,” I said, very tempted but seriously doubting the sanity of what she was suggesting.
“Didn’t you notice the strong lavender smell in here, they have one of those room freshener block things, it’ll mask anything,” she said, her eyes bright now with anticipation.
“Anyway, I will catch it all,” she said, running her tongue over her lips invitingly.
“Seriously? How?”
“Trust me. Stand here in front of me.”
Sue, still stroking my cock, was weakening my resistance.
“How would we even do this?” I said, standing up, my trousers and underwear still around my thighs.
“Like this,” she said, engulfing the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Ohhh, God Sue, I don’t think ‘quickly’ is going to be a problem,” I gasped.
She swirled her tongue around my already sensitive glans, tickling underneath it with the tip. She probed the hole in the centre and by pulling my foreskin right back moved the flat of her tongue all around the underside.
With one hand she held my cock at the base and the other she slipped under my balls, massaging them gently and pulling them towards her, as she sucked on my shaft.
She moved her head backwards and forwards, her lips forming an elastic circle that moved up and down my cock. Gradually, deeper, and deeper, she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, which was about half its length. She had never been able to get much further.
My initial trepidation of doing something like this in Mom and Dad’s room was quickly dissipating as the sensations became more overwhelming.
Reaching out, I lifted the front of her short skirt and roughly pushed my hand down the front of her panties into the trimmed pubic hair covering her mound, feeling her legs open to give me access. Quickly finding her erect clit nestling at the top of her very damp labia, I began to circle it with my middle finger, eliciting muffled moans from Sue who still had part of my cock filling her mouth.
She increased the pressure of her tongue as she moved it along my cock and began slightly twisting her hand in time to the bobbing of her head.
“Ohhh shit… ohhh,” I moaned, reciprocating by sliding my finger more forcefully against her hard little nub.
“Mmmmmm,” was all I heard in response.
My legs started to tremble when she upped the ante by using her hand to not only twist slightly, but to effectively wank me into her mouth.
I felt the change deep down.
“Sue, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I said, much louder than I meant to.
“Mmmmmuhmuh,” she mumbled, loudly too, looking up at me with a sort of ‘yes’ in her eyes.
I moved my finger on her clit a bit faster as I felt my cum gushing up my cock and entering Sue’s mouth that was glued around it. I felt her swallow, once, twice, and a third time, as I continued to jet ropes of my sperm in there.
As the last strong pulses shot up my cock, I felt Sue’s legs slam shut on my hand and muffled cries escape from her full mouth.
As soon as Sue felt my ejaculations diminish and then end, she slowly released my cock from her mouth, making sure nothing was left to drip out. I could see that the muscles in her legs were trembling like mine when she relaxed them allowing me to remove my hand from her panties.
While Sue continued to swallow any remaining cum, I quickly pulled my clothes back up to make sure no inadvertent drips escaped onto the carpet.
“Christ Sue, that was just amazing,” I said, “look I am still wobbly.”
“Wow, me too, that happened very quickly. Sometimes ‘weird’ is very sexy, isn’t it?” she grinned, still breathing fast.
“After that, I can hardly disagree, can I?” I said, joining her in a grin. “We had better get out of here though, they will be home soon, I have to put the box back exactly as I found it.”
“Don’t forget to take the negatives out first,” she reminded me of our agreement.
“Well….”
“No, you agreed,” she jumped in sternly.
“Yes, its ok, I was just going to say, how about I only take these last eight and leave the others just in case she looks, it won’t be noticed if there are still some in the envelope.”
She only thought about it for a few seconds, “Hmmm, ok, you have a point, just take the sexier last ones then, I want to see if you can make them clearer.”
I carefully took the last eight out leaving all the rest in the envelope just as they were. I re-positioned all the small prints how I remembered they had been in there and put the box back exactly as I had found it, on the wardrobe.
“Smooth the bed Sue and look round to see if anything looks out of place.” I said, my nervousness starting to return.
“No, it all looks ok, lets hope that lavender smell is as strong as we think,” she said, a small grin on her face.
We left the bedroom, and I closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief that we seemed to have got away with it.
While Sue went off to her room, I headed up to my darkroom in the loft to hide the negatives until I had the time and opportunity to try to print them.
Later that evening when were alone in the kitchen together doing our usual job of clearing up after dinner, Sue looked round to see all was clear.
“I don’t think they noticed anything,” Sue whispered.
“No, they are acting normal,” I whispered back.
To avoid being overheard by our parents in the next room, we usually spoke almost into each other’s ears, so low that we had difficulty hearing each other sometimes.
“When are you going to do them?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet, probably when they are not here so I don’t get asked what I am doing in my darkroom,” I answered.
“That was sexy wasn’t it, what we did in their bedroom?” she said, even quieter.
“Oh yea, definitely, but it was a bit risky though, we can’t let them get suspicious.”
“Don’t you think it adds something to it?”
“Like this you mean,” I said, moving slightly behind her and running my nearest hand up under her short skirt, directly between her open legs, onto the thin material of her panties.
“Ben, I’ve told you before, one of them could come in at any moment with no warning,” she hissed.
I knew that the way I was standing, all anyone would see if they came in was my back, as my body was hiding what I was doing, but Sue didn’t realise that.
“I know, and I’ve told you before that I thought you liked the danger?” I said into her ear, quickly manoeuvring my fingers under the gusset of her panties and burying one of them straight up between her pussy lips.
“God, you’re mad,” she said, and as her gloved hands were still in the water, she shuffled her bottom to try to dislodge me.
I managed to slide one finger up inside her and wiggled it about. I wasn’t mad enough to think I could do much more, but it was sexy to mess her about just a little. However, after a couple of minutes that had her squirming, I didn’t want to push my luck and reluctantly withdrew my hand.
“Look,” she said, “I like it, but we don’t want to get caught, do we?”
“Of course not, but you always look so sexy standing there, it’s difficult to resist.”
“Hmmmm,” she said, with a slight smile, but I knew she liked compliments too and she wasn’t annoyed with me.
We had nearly finished all the dishes when she returned to the earlier subject, “You know I have Wednesday afternoon off from the salon, any chance you might have the photos done by then?”
I thought for a moment, “I might be able to as I don’t have any lectures after 3pm this week as one of the lecturers is sick and we are bringing work home to do, so it may be possible,” I replied.
“That would be great if you could,” she said, looking at me with a gleam in her eye, I’m sure it would be worth it,” she added meaningfully.
“Don’t get your hopes up that I can do too much with them, they are old negatives,” I warned her.
“No, well, it’s worth a try,” she said, emptying the water from the bowl and taking off her rubber gloves. “That’s me done, see you later, and don’t forget, Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?” a voice said, from the doorway.
“Oh, Mom,” Sue exclaimed, in surprise, “I didn’t know you were there.”
“Just bringing my glass in,” she said, “but what’s happening on Wednesday?”
“Oh, nothing much, Ben said he would take a look at my hairdryer that isn’t working so well,” she said, quickly making it up on the spot.
“Probably full of hair,” Mom said, moving into the kitchen to wash her glass. “It’s good you can mend these things now Ben,” she added.
“Anything for my sister,” I muttered, seeing Sue smirking at me from behind Mom’s back.
“That’s good to hear Ben,” she said, taking it all at face value.
Satisfied, Mom turned around and I followed her into the living room to watch some TV with them, while Sue went off to her room.
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When I got home on Tuesday afternoon at about 3:30pm, I decided that with no one around, it was probably a suitable time to have a look at the negatives. I climbed up the ladder to my darkroom in the loft space and set to work. It was good having a flimsy ladder to access the loft, as it made sure neither of out parents would be likely to surprise me, and even if they were interested enough to come up to see what I was doing, I would have plenty of warning from the creaky, metallic ladder.
Of the eight I had ‘borrowed’ I decided to leave the more explicit ones until last, gradually going from the more tame ones and working up to it. I know that sounds a bit daft, but it was similar to saving the chocolate with the best centre in the box until last…well that’s how I saw it.
Having set up my enlarger I carefully cleaned the first negative, being careful not to scratch it, then using my ‘blower brush’ blew and brushed any dust from it, then put it in the holder and switched on the lamp.
As I focussed the image on the white base, I could see that the original prints had been done with poorer quality equipment, because despite being old negatives, as I looked and tweaked the fine focus, a lot more detail emerged. The camera Dad had borrowed had obviously had a really decent quality lens.
I didn’t think I would be able to enlarge them much, but as I gradually slid the enlarger up its tube making the image bigger, to my astonishment I saw that the detail still remained quite good.
I printed off the first one as large as I could get it without losing the detail, and then slowly but carefully continued with all the others.
As I looked at them, I was in a world where I was almost the one taking the photographs, so much so that my cock had steadily become hard just imagining what it would have been like to have been there and for whatever followed the impromptu photo shoot.
I looked at my watch and realised I had been so engrossed that it was almost time for one or other of my parents to come home. Quickly, I gathered up the prints, and hid them under the roof insulation alongside all the others that had been taken of Sue, Sally, and me. I put the negatives there too while waiting for an opportunity to replace them in Mom’s box, where I had taken them from. I also realised that the photographs were becoming quite a collection and I began to think I should destroy most of them in case they were discovered.
I thought about it as I rushed down the ladder and went out to my shed, staying there until I heard the door of the house close, meaning someone was home, and then walked back nonchalantly into the kitchen and headed towards the stairs…
“Ahh, there you are,” Mom said, “I’ve been shouting up into your darkroom for you as I could see the ladder out. I was just about to try climbing up there to see if you were ok.”
“Oh, hello, yes, I was up there earlier,” I said, trying to act naturally, but the images of her naked body filtering into my brain.
“Only you weren’t here.” she stated, taking her coat off and hanging it up.
“Err no, I was just in my shed putting a couple of tools back that I’d been using up there.” I said, as innocently as I could.
“Are you ok?” she said, her head on one side, “only you are looking at me a bit strangely.”
“Yes, I’m fine, emmm…just thought you looked…nice,” I stuttered.
“Hmm,” she hummed, giving me a funny look, “well I’d better start on dinner, your father and sister will be home soon and no doubt you’re hungry. Perhaps you could put that ladder back up before you do anything else.”
“Yes, sure,” I said, glad to have an excuse to disappear up the stairs.
Whew I thought, that was a bit awkward, a good reminder to me to be more careful.
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That evening as Sue and I were doing the usual washing of the dinner things in the kitchen, I made sure the coast was clear, “I’ve done them,” I said, very quietly in her ear.
“You have? What did they turn out like?
“You’ll have to wait and see,” I said, teasingly.
“No, come on tell me,” she whispered, urgently, “can you…see…much?”
“You’ll be surprised,” I hinted.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” she asked, slight annoyance showing in the way she said it.
“No,” I grinned, “you’ll have to wait until tomorrow afternoon when you have your half day off. I will be home about 3:15pm or so, I’ll show you then.”
“Hmmmpp,” she said, in frustration and then went silent on me while she finished washing the crockery.
I was tempted to just tell her how they had turned out, but it wasn’t often I had the upper hand with Sue, so I kept quiet until eventually she finished, took off her apron and rubber gloves and went off to her room, no wiser.
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When I got home from college the following afternoon, Sue was already waiting impatiently in the living room for me.
“Are you going to show me the photos now?” she asked.
“Whoa, just a minute, let me get through the door first.”
She grinned, “Yes, sorry, I am just interested to see if you got them a bit clearer.”
“You’ll see in a minute if you can wait that long,” I said, “how about you go down to my shed and put the heater on ready…oh and take your hairdryer too.”
“My hairdryer?”
“Duh, don’t you remember, you told Mom I was going to look at it for you so if anyone asks why we are both in the shed…”
“Oh yes, I forgot, I’ll get it and see you there, don’t be long.”
After using the bathroom and changing into my usual more comfortable jogging bottoms and loose T shirt, I collected the photographs and negatives from my darkroom in the loft making sure to put the ladder away this time. Checking that that no one was about, I quietly tiptoed into our parent’s bedroom and taking great care, replaced the negatives where I had found them and once again made sure that I put the box back exactly as it had been. I felt relieved that they were back in the box and went to find Sue in my shed.
When I went in, Sue was sitting in the old armchair I kept there.
“What took you so long,” she said, impatiently.
“Wow, you are keen aren’t you, and you accused me of perving? I had to make sure I put the negatives back before they were missed, so that’s what took the time.”
“Oh, yes, ok, I get that,” she said, mollified, “but you’ve got the photos?”
“Yes,” I said, waving them at her.
“Let’s see then,” back to impatient!
“How about I sit on the armchair, and you sit on my lap, so we can see them together,” I suggested.
It only took her a second or two to think before she stood up, giving me the space to sit in her place. She quickly plonked herself in my lap, her back against my front and her legs open either side of mine. Her short skirt rode up her thighs in that position, exposing a lot of leg.
I put my arms round her with the first photo facing her so that we could both see it.
“Ohhh you’ve done a good job with this,” she said, genuinely, “it’s much clearer than the small ones, you can see much more detail.”
We both looked at the photo of Mom.
“You can see her pussy lips clearly now,” Sue said, staring closely at the photo. Just imagine what it must have been like, doing this in that sunny secluded place, it must have got Dad excited,” she mused.
Having Sue on my lap, and feeling her firm bottom pressed against my cock was certainly exciting me, as I felt my cock growing rapidly.
I slid that photo behind the others, showing her the next one.
This was similar, but a bit closer. Obviously, the camera only had a single basic lens, so he must have just moved nearer to take it.
“Even her pubic hair is in focus, it’s so sexy,” Sue said, shuffling her bottom.
My cock had quickly become fully erect, and I was sure she must be able to feel it, as she was almost sitting on it.
Almost as I thought that, she said, “Ben, I can feel you’re a bit excited, emmmm…shall we get a bit more ‘comfortable’ before we look at the rest of them?”
“I do feel a bit ‘uncomfortable’ at the moment,” I replied, truthfully.
“Ok, I will lift up a bit, slide your joggers and underwear down and get ‘comfortable’ down there.”
I didn’t need to be told twice to get half naked with Sue, so I did as she said, positioning my now very hard cock down so it would rest comfortably between her thighs when she sat down again.
What I didn’t anticipate, however perhaps I should have guessed it, was Sue sliding her panties down and off before she sat back down, positioning her warm and damp pussy right on top of my cock. I could feel her short, trimmed pussy hair against the skin on the top of my cock.
“Mmmm,” she purred, “that’s better. Now let’s see the next one.”
“Sue, what if we hear someone and we are like this, we don’t want to get caught?” I said nervously, even though we had done things before in my shed, it was always a risk.
“It’ll be ok, I can just stand up and my skirt will fall down over my legs, you’ll just have to be very quick,” she chuckled.
Yes, I thought, it would be me that is going to take the risk, but the feeling of having my cock against her pussy easily outweighed the small possibility of getting caught.
“But you’re right,” she added, “we need to keep an ear open, just in case.”
The next photo looked similar to the first couple, but again much closer; Mom’s nipples were now in clear focus, hard and erect, her pussy lips even more apparent amongst the dark curls.
“Wow,” I heard Sue mutter.
I swapped photos a couple of times, the view, like a zoom lens getting closer and closer.
Sue was moving her thighs against mine and moving slowly back and forth, stimulating herself on my cock and giving me the most amazing sensations at the same time.
“You hold them,” I said, putting the remaining few photos into her hands, freeing mine for what I had in mind.
With her back still leaning against my chest and my arms around her, I was now free to let my hands roam onto her pert breasts and realised she was braless. I held both of them, one in each hand without any objection, as she continued to slide her now very damp pussy on my cock, albeit a little more vigorously.
Releasing them for a moment, I slid my hands up under her shirt so that I could massage and stroke the warm skin of her breasts and pull on her already hard nipples. This had her moving on me even more as she scrutinised the photo she held.
“God Ben, I know these were taken a long time ago, but they are really sexy, who’d have thought they did this sort of thing?”
I could tell she was getting worked up the way her movements had become more deliberate in an effort to stimulate herself more on my cock.
She came to the last but one photo, where Mom was holding open her labia showing her inner lips and small dark tunnel. Dad had got really close at that point, the focus good and sharp, showing her little clit, the hood clearly pulled back exposing the pink nub and something reflective, that could have been moisture, at the bottom of her slit…
“Ohh look at that,” Sue gasped, barely containing herself to stay on my cock.
“Yea, it looks like she is just ready, doesn’t it?” I said, having Sue grinding on me increasing my own excitement too.
“I know I am,” Sue said breathing heavily, “are you?”
“You want to?”
“Yesssss, come on,” she hissed, “no one is around. Let me feel you inside me before we look at the last one,” she said, anticipating what she knew she would see, but not how clearly on the bigger image.
With that, she lifted her bottom up from my lap and with her free hand positioned my cock so that the head was between her pussy lips against the entrance to her vagina. Carefully she let her weight back down and being already so wet, I had the delicious sensation of feeling my cock slowly slide into her an inch at a time until she was again sitting on my lap, my cock firmly embedded in my sister’s warm and tight channel. It went in so deep at this angle, that I felt the tip touch the end of her vagina and nudge the end of her cervix.
“Oh Ben, that feels so deep,” she groaned, and then paused, “what if…what if,” she began, “it was this pussy you were inside,” she eventually got out, pushing the photo of our mom a bit closer to my face.
My cock pulsed involuntarily inside her.
She giggled quietly, “I felt that, so it turns you on does it?”
“Errrr… well it seems a little weird saying it out loud, but she was a good-looking young woman and I guess fantasising about it is probably ok,” I replied, slightly shocked at where Sue might be going with this.
Now that I was snuggly encased inside her, she was only moving a little, just backwards and forwards, providing a small amount of friction for both of us, and an exquisite tightness around my cock, but the excitement also came from sharing a somewhat perverted interest in the photos we were looking at.
I returned to playing with her nipples, stretching, rubbing, and generally stimulating them, and feeling her respond again by squeezing my cock inside her.
Finally, she came to the last photo and looked closely at it.
I heard her exhale loudly, “Phew! I can hardly believe I am actually looking at a photo of Dad’s cock,” she whispered,
loudly. “I never expected it to be so detailed,” she kept on, “is that a big drop of something on the end?”
“I think you probably know what it is.”
“Oh shit, the head looks like it’s about to go inside her and she’s ready for it…that’s…I mean, I wasn’t sure how I might feel, but it is so damn sexy,” she said, moving so that my cock slid further in and out of her. “Do you think they did it straight after with her lying naked across the motorbike saddle?” she mused.
“I don’t know, but I know how I would feel,” I said, the stimulation she was giving me making me want to start thrusting up into her.
“Oh hell, I can’t take my eyes of it,” she said breathlessly.
“Same question then, would you like it to be that cock that’s inside you now?” I asked, hardly believing I had voiced that thought, but knew that she was probably thinking along those lines anyway.
She gave a few ragged breaths, ” Right now, yes, is that really too kinky?”
“It’s a photo and fantasy, so …”
“We could pretend,” she said, tentatively.
“What do you mean,” I asked, a bit confused.
“Well, as we look at the photo, pretend that I’m Mom and you have your cock in her just after the last photo was taken.”
“Oh, and you want to imagine that I’m Dad now and it’s his cock inside you, like the photo?
“Mmmm yea… that’s it.”
“I dunno, that’s really not something I had thought about.” I said, contemplating if it was too weird for me.
“Come on, it’s just a bit of fun, probably a once only, I can feel it has you very excited,” she cajoled, letting more of my cock slide out of her before pressing back down as far as she could.
“Well, I guess it’s ok,” I capitulated, “but I don’t want to call you Mom and stuff, just in my imagination, ok?”
“Sure, just look with me at the photo and lets see how it goes,” she said.
We started to move more seriously and in synchronism, she lifting up and down and me thrusting in and out. I admit it felt really good as we both looked at the last photo and I imagined where my cock might be instead of inside Sue.
We were both breathing more heavily with the exertion, and I wondered where Sue’s imagination had taken her.
I guess she must have been wondering the same, “Are you imagining your cock deep inside her, all that damp pubic hair and her wide-open pussy filled with your cock?” she asked.
I knew that she wanted the details, and it would turn her on even more.
“Yes, just like we said. Are you…?”
“Fuck yea, that big head hitting me deep inside, thick and heavy, like I am feeling now.”
Now she was using words like ‘fuck’, I knew she was very turned-on and getting close, she only ever used them then.
The chain of thoughts, feeling her close to coming, the friction, the sensations, her breasts in my hands…. I was as close as I felt she was. I hoped no one was going to disturb us, because it’s doubtful if either of us could stop now.
My cock was slipping ever more easily in and out of her as her juices ran down my cock and onto my pubic hair. Each time she jammed down it seemed to pump a little more out of her; she was really so wet now.
I felt the usual tingling begin deep down and desire to pump harder just as I heard Sue start to groan, too loudly I thought for where we were.
“Sue, not so much noise,” I whispered urgently, “I’m very close, are you?”
“Sorry. Ohhh, fuck yes, try and come with me,” she gasped, “tell me what your imagining, please,” her bottom moving up and down at an even faster rate.
I knew what she wanted…
“I can see my cock going in and out of Mom through her black pubic hair as she is in the photo, lying sprawled across the leather saddle of the motorbike, she’s holding onto my hips and pulling me to her she wants me as deep as possible.”
“Yes, yes,”
“And you. Quickly I am nearly there,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Letting Dad fuck me deep and hard on that saddle, feeling his balls hitting my dark curls each time as he plunges into me to the limit, until I feel totally stretched and full each time. Oh god, fuck, I’m coming.”
That did it for me.
I felt her vagina spasm around my cock just as the first spurt of cum forced its way up my hard cock and splashed into her.
“Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh,” we both moaned together, as our simultaneous orgasms hit.
I pushed up hard and she pressed down in an involuntary response to get as much of my cock as possible into her. We continued to move, she milking my cock, groaning and moaning as quietly as she could, while pulse after pulse of creamy cum washed into and around her vagina coating the farthest place inside her.
I lifted my hips to push hard inside her and held on to her breasts squeezing the nipples hard.
“Ooooo yea, ahhhhh,” she cried out, as a further spasm engulfed her.
It was pure luck that no one had arrived as neither of us had listened to detect anyone approaching my shed; we were too far gone to care.
Gradually she slowed her movements, just making quiet mewing noises, the tiny aftershocks making her twitch occasionally. She leaned back against me, exhausted and satiated. I held her to me, my hands still on her bare skin under her shirt, gently massaging under her breasts and across her taut stomach.
“Oh wow, goodness, that was off the scale,” Sue said, her breathing starting to slow down. “I never thought how erotic and stimulating that would be.”
“I know what you mean, I did enjoy it, but I still think it was a bit kinky, even for us.”
“Don’t worry about it, it was just a great bit of fun… and very sexy,” she added, turning her head to kiss me, strangely not something we did that often.
My cock was softening inside her and our combined fluids were starting to leak out onto me.
“I think we need to clean ourselves up and look ‘normal’,” I said, “ready for when Mom and Dad get home, and I need to do something with these photos too, no one can ever find them.”
“Sadly, you’re right again, it is getting a bit late, good job my hair dryer doesn’t need any attention, unlike me,” she chuckled.
Sue got off me and we used some paper towel that I kept in my shed to clean ourselves up as best as possible, then Sue put her panties back on and I made my self look ‘respectable’ too so we could go back to the house.
“I can feel some of your cum running out of me, I had better get to the bathroom quickly and sort myself out,” Sue said, mimicking an exaggerated bow-legged walk that made me laugh.
Fortunately, no one was yet home, I was able to hide the photos and get changed and act as naturally as possible by the time Mom arrived home.
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Later that night, after we had had dinner and Sue and I had cleared up in the kitchen as usual, this time without any messing around with each other, Sue went off to her room. As I didn’t have much else to do, I showed a bit of willing and went into the lounge to watch some TV with Mom and Dad.
“All done then Ben,” Mom said, as I entered, “come to join me for a while?”
“Depends what you’re watching,” I answered, as I took a seat near her on the sofa, finding she was on her own.
“Nothing really planned,” she said, “your dad has gone out to have a quiet pint with a friend from work, so it’s just you and me it seems.”
I knew he did go out to the local pub occasionally, but I guess I just hadn’t heard him leave the house.
Mom was unusually quiet and pensive as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how. I began to wonder if she had noticed anything in their room from yesterday when Sue and I were in there and had been thinking about it. I was getting a bit nervous but tried not to show it.
“Ben…”
Oh dear, I thought, here it comes.
“Ben…I am glad we are alone because there is something I want to talk to you about.”
“Ummm, yes, ok.” I gulped.
“Well,” she looked around as if there were other people in the room that could hear, “it’s a bit awkward, but I wanted to ask you about the photographs I showed you both the other night.”
My stomach did a sort of somersault and then seemed to drop ten feet; she must know.
“The photos…?” I said, dumbly.
“Yes,” she said, lowering her voice, “I thought about it afterwards and wondered if I had made you think of me …’differently’,” she said, hesitantly.
I didn’t know how to respond to this after the afternoon’s activities with Sue, as I certainly did see her now as an older version of Sue, and sexy in her own way, but I didn’t know if that was what she meant.
“Different?”
“Yes, I mean… did I embarrass you, seeing me …you know, nude like that? Did you think it made me look a bit…I don’t know…errr, ‘cheap’? I’m still not sure why I showed you, but it has been on my mind since.”
I breathed an inward sigh of relief, she was talking about the ones she had shown us, “No, of course not. I won’t say it didn’t come as a bit of a surprise,” I said, trying to choose my words carefully, my face relaxing into a small grin, “but, as you’re asking, you did look sexy,” I said.
“Hmm, I wasn’t actually asking that…but…really? You thought that?” she said, a blush creeping up her neck.
“Well yes, you were…sorry, you are…, you know, to me, or any young man…or…”
“Ok, don’t carry on, I get the picture,” she laughed, “or photo even,” laughing even more at her own joke and gently slapping me on the shoulder.
That seemed to have taken the tension out of the room and I felt I could relax a bit more now that she had said her piece and had gone quiet.
However, it seems she hadn’t finished just yet.
She was looking down at her manicured fingernails that were idly scratching the cushion cover.
“So, if you weren’t embarrassed…and…say, just hypothetically, I wanted to arrange for you to take some photos, not nude of course, don’t get the wrong idea, but maybe in a bikini or something a bit revealing, you wouldn’t be too shy, embarrassed or think it a bit weird?”
Oh my God, did I hear that right? My mom wants me to take some sort of glamour shots of her, wait ’till I tell Sue, I thought.
“I suppose I could,” I said hesitantly, wondering where this was going, but feeling my cock stir. However, I then thought, if I can feel my cock hardening now, how I could do it without an obvious erection, which would be sure to happen. “But, wouldn’t it be better if Dad took them?”
“It might be, but as I wouldn’t want anyone else to know about it, the photos will have to be developed here and you would have to help him do that anyway, so I thought if you were willing, you could just do the whole thing and it would just be our secret.”
“Won’t he think it’s a bit odd though me taking photos of you?” I asked, trying to feel my way through what she wanted.
“He won’t know will he,” she said, a bit exasperated. “Look, I’ll be honest with you,” she paused to listen and look around the room again in case anyone was listening, “they are really just for me,” she said, very quietly. “It’s a bit vain, I know, but having seen again what I looked like back then, I thought that in years to come when I am a lot older, I could remind myself that I didn’t look too bad at this age, even after having had two children.”
Her face was now very red, and it was making me blush too.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” she added, seeing my red face.
“No, errr no, it’s ok, I sort of get it and anyway, you keep in shape, you look fine,” I said, honestly, but bolder than I would normally be, “but I’m…ummmm I dunno, I’ve never thought about it,” I finished, not sure whether to show her how excited I was at the prospect, or just play it down.
She was still not looking directly at me, “Thank you at least for that, but if you think it might be too awkward for you, we can forget this conversation ever happened,” she said, sounding a little disappointed.
“I can’t remember ever seeing you in a bikini, you usually wear an all-in-one thing when we go to the beach,” I said, playing for time to think.
“Yes, but there is another side to me and sometimes I have the urge to let it out now and then, and now that you and Sue are adults, you probably understand some of that too,” she said, wistfully.
This was very unlike my mom. We seemed to be having a more intimate conversation that we had ever had before, but I wasn’t sure whether I should tell her I found her attractive, or that my hormones might cause me a problem if she was scantily dressed. I never thought my mom would be asking me to do this, but perhaps she would understand and wouldn’t be bothered by it. I wasn’t sure how that would work out.
“Only one thing though,” she said, a bit more sternly.
“What?”
“If we do this, I have to keep the film negative thing, and trust you to only make one copy for me, and finally, we are the only people that know.”
I thought for a moment at what she was asking.
“What about Sue?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Just that she is very perceptive, she will know something is going on, would you be happy for her to be a sort of ‘chaperone’ when I take them. That way, I won’t have to make up things if she asks questions.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I’m nervous even asking you, and the more people that know make me even more nervous.”
I knew that I couldn’t keep this from Sue, and she would love to be in on it.
“It would only be one more person and I would feel a bit more comfortable I think,” I said, “she could also do your hair and stuff?”
“So, then you would be willing to do it and keep it between the three of us?”
“Yes, I think that would work,” I agreed, feeling excited now at the prospect and dying to tell Sue tomorrow when we did out chores in the kitchen…I wondered what she might say… or worse…do!
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