I've seen my mother's nude photos.

This extremely secret matter is that I've seen my mother's nude photos. I'm over 30 years old this year. My mother graduated from a relatively well-known university in Beijing in the mid-1960s and was later assigned to a unit to do scientific research. At that time, she was considered a highly educated person. My father also graduated from the same university; they were classmates and met in school. Here's what happened: I first became curious about sex when I was in the third grade of elementary school, I can't remember the exact year, but it was around 1978 or 1979. At that time, our house was small, with only one bedroom. Perhaps because they thought I was too young, I slept with my parents in the big bed at night. One night, the sounds of them doing things woke me up. I vaguely saw my father on top of my mother. My mother was just breathing and didn't make a sound. Maybe it was because I was sleeping next to her. It was winter, and it was cold, so they were both covered with blankets, and I couldn't see anything except the blankets moving up and down. Later, around winter break, I was doing my homework at home during the day. The desk was one of those old-fashioned office desks, with a large drawer on the left and three drawers on the right. I accidentally pulled one open and found the large drawer unlocked. Curious, I opened it and found several photo albums inside. Flipping through them, I felt my blood rush to my head. They were full of nude photos of my mother, all black and white—some of her taking a bath, some lying in bed, some standing in a room—labeled "Photo taken at 27," "Photo taken at 30." I felt completely dizzy after seeing them, and terrified of being discovered, I quickly put them back. But later, like an addiction, I couldn't forget them and kept wanting to look at them again. However, I couldn't find the key, and I couldn't rely on my father forgetting to lock the drawer again. I was very anxious. Then, a brilliant idea struck me. I noticed that the adjacent first drawer on the right was connected to the locked one above, with a gap about an inch wide—just big enough for my hand to fit through. I tried reaching in and actually got the photo albums. Later, I would secretly take them out to look at whenever I had the chance, until I was in the second year of junior high school. During that time, the number of photos kept increasing. After looking at them for a while, I noticed a pattern: basically every two or three years on the night of my mother's birthday, my father would go to bed with my mother early in the bedroom, and a few days later I would find new nude photos of my mother in the drawer. I think my father took photos of her on her birthday night as a keepsake. Later, because I grew up and my hands got bigger, I couldn't put them in anymore, so I had to give up. Later, when I was in high school, during a holiday, I was bored and my dad was away on a business trip. So I secretly made a copy of the drawer key he left behind. While my mom was at work and hadn't returned yet, I opened the drawer and finally saw everything inside. There were photo albums, other things like condoms, sex education books, and a notebook my dad kept that described how my parents met, their premarital intimacy, and their first few sexual encounters after the wedding. In the photo album next to it, I found some new photos I hadn't seen before. They were still mostly nude photos of my mom, but they were different from before. There were many close-ups of her genitals, and the poses were becoming increasingly lewd. Some showed her with her legs spread wide on the bed, others showed her spreading her legs wide open, smiling seductively at the camera. There were dozens of photos in total, but they were black and white, developed by my dad himself. My dad bought the developing and processing chemicals, photographic paper, and a homemade simple film enlarger. I used to look at the negatives frequently, and even secretly watched my mom shower, but I couldn't see anything clearly—just a dark blur, not as clear as a photograph. Later, when we moved, I secretly took a few negatives and kept them until now. My mom is now over 50, and I've basically seen her figure from when she was 28 until now. I know it's wrong, but like a drug addiction, I always tell myself it's the last time I'll look, and afterward I feel guilty and regretful, but soon I desperately want to look again. The psychological pressure is quite significant. Fortunately, I've mostly recovered now and haven't looked anymore. Let me mention some more details. When I was 12, I was assigned a two-bedroom apartment. My bedroom and my parents' room had a small square window above them. I once wanted to watch them make love, and I tried looking through that window, but they didn't turn on the lights, so I couldn't see anything clearly. My mother was fairly good-looking, above average by the standards of the time, and her figure was also decent. From the photos, she didn't have much pubic hair; most of it was on the top of her head, with a little on the sides of her labia. Her labia majora were quite full, basically covering her labia minora; you could only see two narrow slits. If you didn't manually spread her vulva, you could only see a thin slit, suggesting it was quite tight and comfortable back then. In later photos, when she was in her forties, perhaps because she had become more open, her poses were very provocative, including some with her buttocks facing the camera. Close-ups from behind showed very clear details, and her pubic hair had probably been shaved off by her father, leaving it bald and quite cute. Areas previously hidden by pubic hair were now clearly visible. However, her figure had started to change; she had gained weight around her abdomen, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties or thirties. Photos taken while she was lying in bed showed these flaws, but photos taken while she was standing revealed them more clearly. Let me tell you about the time I peeked at my parents through the skylight. Before I begin, let me briefly describe the two bedrooms where my parents and I live. Please see the pictures below: ——————————————————| | TV | | | ————| | ————| | ————————| | | Dad | | Long | | Mom | —— | Sofa | | Tea | | Hair | | Big | | Furniture | | | | Bed | —— | | | —————————— | | | ————| Door | — Skylight ———————————————| Door | | ——— | | | | ——————————————| | Tall | | | | Wardrobe || | | | | My Bed | || | | ——————————————————|tu.jpg (18.79kb) 2008-7-13 23:09 The tall wardrobe is approximately 1 meter high.The room was 5 meters long, with a chair in front for sleeping and clothes. The window was a square window about 2.5 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. The television was placed at a 45-degree angle. Now, let me tell you what happened. It was early July 1984. That day, the company told everyone that the internal closed-circuit television would be showing the Hong Kong martial arts film "The Treasure Hunt in the Frontier" that night. Cultural life was relatively limited at the time, so showing videos was a big entertainment event. We especially loved watching Hong Kong kung fu movies. Because cultural control was still quite strict, the videos were shown very late, usually around 11 p.m. That night, after our whole family had showered, since it was before bedtime and no outsiders were expected to visit, we dressed casually. My dad and I were wearing shorts and tank tops, and my mom was wearing a t-shirt without a bra, shorts, and a skirt that she usually wore when doing housework, which reached her knees. My family and I were watching TV on the sofa. Back then, our TV was a 12-inch black and white one. We waited patiently until 11 pm for the show to start, and I watched with great interest. After only half an hour, my parents called me to bed because it was too late, I had school the next day, and final exams were coming up soon. I lingered for a while, but I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I reluctantly went back to my room, closed the door, and prepared to sleep. However, our old house wasn't soundproof at all. Lying in bed, I could hear the fighting and shouting coming from the TV in the next room. I was itching to go to sleep. Suddenly, I saw a light on the transom window, and a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the high-end toy binoculars I had just bought. So, I quietly got up, took out the binoculars, and quietly climbed from the chair onto the high cabinet. Haha, I could easily see the TV! Looking through the binoculars, although it wasn't as powerful as modern military binoculars, the room wasn't far away, so I could still see very clearly, as if the TV was right in front of me. And so, I started watching TV like that. While watching TV, I occasionally glanced at my parents to see if they were coming to my room so I could sneak back to bed. I found they were also watching TV and showed no sign of getting up, so I felt even more comfortable watching. Here's a brief description of my parents' physiques: my dad is 1.72 meters tall and was slightly overweight at the time; my mom is 1.At 58 meters tall, she was petite and delicate, already middle-aged in 1984. About half an hour later, past midnight, the movie was nearing its end, about to enter its final showdown. Suddenly, I saw my father get up. I was startled and tried to climb down from the high cabinet, but I saw him walk to the door, close it, and lock it. Then he went to the window, first checking if the curtains were drawn properly, then went to the TV and turned the volume down very low, almost inaudible. He then went back to the sofa, reached out and turned on the table lamp on the coffee table—a 40-watt bulb—and the room instantly brightened. A thought struck me; the atmosphere was unusual. I guessed they might be about to do something. Although I had spied on them before, it was always in the middle of the night when I heard noises, and I could only see my father moving on top of my mother, and the lighting was dim, not as bright as it was today. Plus, he had binoculars. A surge of excitement filled me; I prepared to get a good look. After Dad finished doing all that, he leaned back on the sofa, put his mouth close to Mom's ear, and whispered a few words. Mom chuckled a few times, then playfully punched Dad. Dad then reached his left hand behind Mom's back to her waist, while his right hand slid up her thigh and reached under her skirt. Mom's right buttock lifted first, then her left. A moment later, Dad's right hand slid out and pulled down Mom's underwear. Mom lifted her leg slightly, letting Dad remove the underwear from her legs. Dad then casually stuffed Mom's underwear into the corner of the sofa. Then, his left hand continued to reach inside Mom's undershirt and caress her. I could only see Dad's hand moving inside the undershirt. After a while, Dad probably felt the undershirt was in the way, so he slowly pulled it up to Mom's neck, revealing her breasts. They were already slightly sagging, with two large, brown nipples set in the center. Dad's hand caressed her breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and sometimes putting his mouth to them. I looked at Mom's expression and saw her making soft moaning sounds and swallowing hard. At this moment, Dad's right hand slowly slipped under Mom's skirt. I could only see the skirt moving. A little while later, Mom also reached into Dad's pants and began to caress him. Meanwhile, the TV was also showing a lively scene, and it seemed like they were matching the TV program. The more intense the scene on TV, the faster their hands moved; the more relaxed the scene on TV, the slower their hands moved. Soon, Mom couldn't hold on any longer; her body went limp, and she leaned against Dad. Dad let her lie down on the sofa, her head resting on his lap. With his left hand, he easily pulled off Mom's undershirt, and with his right hand, he lifted her skirt to her lower abdomen. He gently spread her legs, wide enough to fit a fist, and then placed his right hand over her genitals, stroking them up and down. Mom's genitals were facing the wall with the air vent. I quickly aimed my binoculars at Mom's private parts. I had only seen them in photos before; I had never seen them in person. Mom's pubic hair wasn't very thick, distributed in an inverted triangle at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so, it still looked like a dark mass, and I couldn't clearly see the details inside Mom's genitals. Then, I saw my father's large hand frequently stroking my mother's genitals. Soon, he used his index and ring fingers to separate the pubic hair on both sides, and his middle finger slid up and down along the slit. Then, he slowly inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother made a gurgling sound, but he didn't insert his finger all the way in, only to the first joint of his middle finger before withdrawing it. He kept going in and out like this, and soon the area became damp. Then, my father whispered a few words in my mother's ear. At first, my mother shook her head and whispered, "No, what's so interesting? I've seen it so many times." My father then said softly, "You never get tired of watching it, it's always new!" He leaned down and whispered something in my mother's ear, while his fingers moved in and out of my mother's vagina more tightly. Finally, my mother blushed and nodded slightly. My father seemed very happy and suddenly stood up, which startled me. I shrank back, thinking he was going to come over, but I saw my father lift my mother up by the waist and put her on the bed, still with her head facing the TV, and pull off her skirt. By this time, Mom was completely naked, and the angle was even better for me. I was so happy! Then Dad took off his vest and underwear. He went to the shelf where he kept odds and ends, took some things and put them on the coffee table. He turned around and turned off the TV, giving Mom a mischievous smile. Mom glared at him, turned her head away, and closed her eyes slightly. I looked closely and saw that Dad had taken a razor, baby powder, a flashlight, and a roll of toilet paper. I saw Dad tear off a piece of toilet paper, then grab a towel from the sofa armrest, go to the door, roll up the toilet paper, and spread Mom's legs wider. He first wiped Mom's genitals with the toilet paper to clean up the water, then took the towel and placed it under Mom's buttocks. He opened the tube of baby powder, dipped the sponge inside in the powder and applied it to Mom's genitals. Then he picked up the razor and carefully began to shave Mom's pubic hair. As the razor moved, pubic hair mixed with powder fell off, and in no time it was clean. I felt a surge of excitement because I could see very clearly through the binoculars. My mother's vulva, after being shaved, was a deep reddish-brown color. Now I knew that was the color of a mature woman. Her labia majora were very full, and I could clearly see the two thin labia minora inside. It looked quite tight inside, and it seemed so close, almost within reach. It was truly a smooth and wonderful thing. After Dad finished shaving, he wrapped a towel in a ball and put it on the sofa. Then he dragged a pillow down and placed it under Mom's lower back. He then bent Mom's legs, with the soles of her feet flat on the bed, and spread them as wide as possible into an M shape. At the same time, he guided Mom's hands, letting her try to spread her vulva open herself. Then he picked up a flashlight, turned it on, and shone it on Mom's vulva, bringing his face close to observe carefully. This was a feast for my eyes too. Everything was so clear. Of course, it was still slightly inferior to a photograph, but it was real, living flesh. A moment later, I saw Dad insert his middle finger again and start stirring. Mom made "hmm, hmm" sounds from time to time and began to twist her body. Then Dad leaned closer to Mom and started kissing her, moving downwards, kissing her left breast, then her right, then down her navel, finally reaching her genitals. Dad lifted Mom's legs and pressed them upwards as far as he could, so that her feet were above his head. Then he had Mom hold her legs with her hands and spread them apart. At this point, Mom's genitals were completely facing upwards. Dad placed his hands on Mom's legs, buried his head between her legs, and began to lick her vulva, nodding up and down. I felt dizzy; this was something I had never seen before, it was so stimulating. After licking for a while, I saw that Mom couldn't take it anymore. Her brows furrowed slightly, her head shook back and forth, her body trembled, and she desperately tried not to scream, making strange sounds in her throat. Finally, unable to support her legs with her hands, she had to lower them, spreading them wide apart so her father could continue licking her, making smacking sounds, like eating an ice pop. Soon, her father gently pushed her, and she understood, turning over and kneeling on the bed, her elbows on the pillows, her buttocks raised high, allowing her father to lick her from behind. Her father placed his hands on her buttocks, using his thumbs to forcefully separate her labia majora, and then vigorously licked her, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vagina, touching her clitoris with the tip. At this time, her buttocks swayed, drawing clockwise circles, and streams of fluid flowed out, which her father sucked into his mouth. This continued for more than ten minutes until her father finally lifted his head and gently patted her buttocks. She then lay back down, this time on her side, moving slightly towards the edge of the bed, her left leg straight and her right leg bent, supporting her on the bed. Dad moved to the bedside in front of the coffee table, raised his left leg and knelt on the bed, standing on his right leg. He held his already erect penis in his left hand and extended it in front of Mom, while using his right hand to hold Mom's head. Mom understood, so she turned her head, reached out her right hand and grasped Dad's penis, gesturing for him to release his hand. She stroked it a few times, then opened her mouth and took Dad's penis into her mouth, moving her head back and forth, her tongue rolling, making "mmm, mmm" sounds. Meanwhile, Dad's left hand wasn't idle either. Sometimes he would pinch Mom's nipples, sometimes he would squeeze her breasts hard, deforming them, and sometimes he would reach down to touch Mom's vagina, inserting his middle finger into her vulva and moving it in and out quickly. Then Dad frowned, probably sensing he was about to ejaculate, and quickly stopped Mom from shaking her head. After a brief pause and a short rest, he withdrew his penis, rolled onto the bed, and lifted Mom's legs above her head. He used his penis to touch Mom's vulva, thrusting it in from the left and then from the right, pushing it in halfway before immediately withdrawing. He teased Mom like this, and she became impatient, grabbing Dad's penis and hurriedly trying to insert it into her vagina, saying, "Faster, faster..." At this moment, Dad slightly...With a slight smile, he thrust in suddenly. Mom let out an "Ah!" and seemed completely relaxed, letting Dad ride on top of her. Dad released Mom's legs, and Mom naturally wrapped them around his waist. Dad then lay on top of Mom and began thrusting. His penis slowly withdrew and then plunged in again, back and forth for a long time. Later, the movements became faster and faster, and all that could be heard was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with the slippery sounds of water and Mom's indistinct moans. Finally, Dad suddenly shuddered, lay motionless on top of Mom, and his semen shot into Mom's vagina in spurts, finally reaching orgasm. 7 Lady

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