Peeping at Dad Taking Nude Photos of Mom [Full Article]

Peeping at Dad Taking Nude Photos of Mom

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My parents both graduated from a relatively well-known university in Beijing in the mid-1970s and were later assigned to
work in the same public institution. At that time, my father was a photography enthusiast and owned a Seagull 135 camera.
He enjoyed photography and sketching, and often went to nearby places to take pictures on Sundays. After returning home, he would buy developing chemicals and even make
his own simple enlarger, frequently developing black and white photos himself.

It was early July 1989. That day, the unit announced that the internal closed-circuit television would be showing
the Hong Kong martial arts film "The Treasure Hunt in the Frontier" that evening. At that time, cultural life was relatively limited, and showing videos was a
major form . I especially loved watching Hong Kong kung fu movies. Because cultural control was still quite strict, the video screenings
started very late, around 11 p.m.

After our whole family showered that evening, since it was just before bed and no outsiders were expected to visit,
we dressed casually. My dad and I wore shorts and tank tops, while my mom wore a t-shirt without a bra,
shorts, and a skirt she usually wore when doing housework, which reached her knees.

We sat on the sofa watching TV. Back then, our TV was an 18-inch color TV. We waited patiently
until 11 pm for the show to start, and I watched it with great interest. After only half an hour, my parents called me
to go to bed because it was too late, and I had school the next day, plus final exams were coming up soon. I lingered for
a while, but I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I went back to my room with a grumpy face, closed the door, and prepared to sleep.

Yes, the old houses back then weren't soundproof at all. Lying in bed, I could hear the fighting and shouting coming from the TV in the next room , and I was itching to watch. Suddenly, I saw a light on the transom window, and a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the high-end toy binoculars
I'd 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 they weren't as powerful as modern military binoculars , the rooms weren't far apart, 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. 　Occasionally, I'd glance at my parents to see if they were coming into my room so I could sneak back to bed. I found they were also watching TV and didn't seem to be getting up, so I felt even more confident and continued watching . 　　About half an hour later, it was past midnight, and the movie was nearing its end, about to enter the final showdown. Suddenly, I saw Dad get up. I was startled and was about to climb down from the high cabinet when 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. The 40-watt bulb instantly brightened the room. 　　My heart skipped a beat; I sensed something was wrong. I guessed they might be doing something. Although I had heard about it before , had never seen it with my own eyes. My heart pounded, terrified they would discover us. 　　After Dad finished doing all this, 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 punched Dad lightly. Dad then took the opportunity to reach his left hand behind Mom's , while his right hand slid up her thigh and reached under her skirt. 　　At this moment, Mom lifted her right buttock 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 take the underwear off 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 caressed 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 the undershirt up to Mom 's neck, revealing Mom's two breasts, which were already slightly sagging. Two grape-sized nipples were set in the center, brown in color. Dad's hands caressed the breasts up and down, occasionally pinching , and sometimes putting his mouth to suckle. 　　I glanced at my mother's expression. She was making soft humming noises and swallowing hard. Then, my father's right hand slowly slipped under her skirt. I could only see the skirt moving. A moment later, my mother also slipped her hand into my father's pants and began to caress him. Meanwhile, the television was also engrossed in a passionate encounter. It seemed as if they were mirroring the program; their hands moved faster when the action was intense and slower when it was more relaxed. 　　Soon, my mother couldn't hold on any longer. Her body went limp, and she leaned against my father. He then helped her lie down on the sofa, her head resting on his lap. With his left hand, he easily pulled off her 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. 　　The wall facing the vent was where Mom's genitals were. I quickly aimed the binoculars at her private area. There wasn't much pubic hair; it was arranged in an inverted triangle at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so, it was still a dark patch, and I couldn't clearly see the details inside. 　　At that moment, I saw Dad's large hand frequently stroking Mom's genitals. Soon, Dad 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, Dad slowly inserted his middle finger into Mom's vagina. Mom made a gurgling sound, but Dad didn't insert his finger all the way in; he only went in to the first knuckle of his middle finger and then withdrew it. He kept going in and out like this, and soon the area became damp and glistening. 　　Then, Dad whispered a few words in Mom's ear. At first, Mom shook her head, gently uttering, "No, what's so interesting? I've seen it so many times." 　　Dad then whispered, "You never get tired of it, it's always new!" 　　He leaned down again, seemingly trying to persuade her, while his fingers tightened their insertion into Mom's vagina. Finally, Mom blushed slightly and nodded. Dad seemed very pleased, and suddenly stood up, startling me. I ducked back, thinking he was going to come closer, but instead, Dad lifted Mom up and placed her on the bed, still facing the TV, and pulled off her skirt. 　　Mom was now completely naked, and this angle was even better for me. I was so happy! Then Dad took off his vest and underwear as well.

Dad walked to the shelf where the odds and ends were kept, 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 clean up the water, then took the towel and placed it under Mom's buttocks. He opened the tube of baby powder,
used the sponge inside to apply the powder to Mom's genitals, and then 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, the shave was complete.
After wrapped a towel in a ball and placed it on the sofa. He then went to the cupboard to get the camera,
pulled down a pillow, and placed it under Mom's lower back. He then bent Mom's legs, with the soles of her feet flat on the bed, spreading them as wide as possible into
an "M" shape. He then held the camera and started snapping photos of Mom's genitals, emitting bursts of flash. At the same time,
he guided Mom's hands, encouraging her to spread her vulva as wide as she could. He took several more photos, and then asked Mom to sit
up and pose in various positions. Mom obediently cooperated, taking a few steps back for several more full-body photos.

After taking the photos, Dad put the camera on the coffee table, walked to Mom's side, and brought his face close to her genitals,
looking closely. After a while, Dad inserted his middle finger and began to stir it. Mom occasionally made "hmm, hmm"
sounds and began to twist her body.

Then Dad leaned closer to Mom and began kissing her, moving downwards, kissing her left
breast, then her right, then down her navel, finally reaching her genitals. He
lifted Mom's legs, pressing them upwards so her feet were above his head, and then had Mom use her hands to hold her legs apart
.

Now Mom's genitals were completely facing upwards. Dad placed his hands on her legs,
buried his head between them, and began licking her vulva, nodding up and down. I felt dizzy; this was something I had never
seen , it was so stimulating!

After licking for a while, I saw Mom couldn't take it anymore. Her brows furrowed, her head shook, her body trembled
, and she desperately tried to suppress a scream, making strange noises in her throat. Finally, her hands couldn't support her legs anymore,
so she had to lower them, spreading them wide apart, allowing Dad to continue licking, making smacking sounds, like eating an ice
pop .

Soon, Dad gently nudged Mom, and she understood, turning over and kneeling on the bed, her
elbows on the pillows, her buttocks raised high, allowing Dad to lick her vulva from behind. Dad placed his hands
on her buttocks, using his thumbs to forcefully separate her labia majora, and then extended his tongue, licking vigorously. Occasionally, he would insert
his tongue into Mom's vagina, touching her clitoris with the tip. At this time, Mom's buttocks
would sway, drawing clockwise circles, and streams of fluid would flow out, all of which Dad would suck into his mouth.

This continued for more than ten minutes until Dad finally lifted his head and gently patted Mom's
buttocks . Mom 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.

Dad's left hand wasn't idle either, sometimes pinching Mom's nipples, sometimes squeezing
her breasts hard, deforming them, and sometimes reaching down to touch Mom's vagina, inserting his middle finger into
her vulva and moving it in and out quickly.

Later, Dad frowned, perhaps sensing he was about to ejaculate. He quickly stopped Mom from shaking her head, paused for a moment,
rested, then withdrew his penis, rolled onto the bed, raised Mom's legs above her head, and used his penis to touch Mom
's vulva, thrusting left and right, then into her slit, inserting halfway before immediately withdrawing.

Teasing Mom like this, she became impatient, grabbing Dad's penis and hurriedly trying to
shove it into her vagina, saying, "Faster, faster..."

At this moment, Dad smiled slightly, then suddenly thrust in. Mom let out an "Ah," seemingly completely relaxed,
letting Dad ride on her. Dad released Mom's legs, and Mom naturally wrapped her legs around Dad's waist.

Dad then straddled Mom and began thrusting, his penis slowly withdrawing and then forcefully plunging in again, back
and forth for a long time. Later, the movements became faster and faster, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the air. Mom's indistinct moans could be heard. Finally, Dad suddenly jerked, lying motionless on top of Mom, his semen shooting into
her vagina in spurts, finally reaching orgasm.

A moment later, Mom pushed Dad away, and Dad lay down beside her. Mom's legs were wide open, and the white,
cloudy semen slowly flowed from her vagina. Dad reached for some tissues on the coffee table and handed them to Mom. Mom
sat up , carefully wiping her genitals, then lay back down. Dad turned off the lamp, and the two fell
asleep in each other's arms.

I quietly climbed down from the high cabinet and returned to bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. My mind was filled with the scene from earlier. I don't
know how long it took before I finally drifted off to sleep…

The next day, I kept thinking about what happened that night. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. I remembered how skillfully Dad had taken photos of Mom
; perhaps he had taken more than just those from last night. Maybe if I looked around, I could find some others.

Final exams were in a few days, followed by summer vacation. So, while my parents were at work during the day, I searched the house
thoroughly. I eventually realized that the table in my parents' bedroom was the most likely candidate.

The table was an old-fashioned office desk with a large drawer on the left and three drawers
on The first drawer on the right was connected to the locked top drawer, leaving a gap of about an inch—just big
enough for my hand to fit through. I tried to reach in, feeling around, and found a photo album. I pulled it out through the gap…
When I came out, sure enough, the room was full of nude photos of my mother, all in black and white. Some were of her taking a shower, some were lying in bed, and
some were standing in the room. Next to them were labels like "Photo taken at 27" and "Photo taken at 30." Most were
photos of my mother alone.
Some showed her squatting on the bed, legs spread, hands parting her labia, smiling at the camera; others showed her kneeling on the bed with her buttocks facing the camera; and still others were group photos. In one photo, my mother was sitting on my father's lap with her legs spread,
his hands parting her labia. The photos were very clear, much clearer than what I could see through the window. From
the photos, I could see that she didn't have much pubic hair, mostly concentrated on the top of her head, with some on the sides of her labia, but not much.
Her labia were quite full, basically covering her labia minora;
only two narrow slits were visible. If I hadn't parted her vulva myself, I could only see a thin slit.

Looking at the dates next to the photos, I noticed a pattern:
my father . I think he took photos of her on the night of her birthday to commemorate the occasion.

The further I flipped through the photos, the more provocative the poses became, perhaps because the women were completely open. Some even had
their butts sticking directly at the camera. Close-ups from behind showed incredibly clear details, and their pubic hair was all shaved off, making them
look adorably clean and white.

Later, I would secretly take them out to look at whenever I had the chance. Then
, while my father was away on a business trip, I secretly made a copy of the drawer key he left behind. Before my mother returned from work, I opened the drawer and finally saw
everything inside.

Besides photo albums, there were other things like condoms, books on sex education, and a notebook my father kept that detailed
how my parents met, their premarital intimacy, and their first few sexual encounters after their marriage. 　　There were photos of my mother from when she was 28 until now, giving me a chance to appreciate them. Her figure had started to change in middle age; she had gained a lot of belly fat, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties and thirties. The photos of her lying in bed looked fine, but the photos of her standing showed these flaws more clearly. 　　Later, when our family moved, I discovered that my father had destroyed some of the photos. However, this gave me the opportunity to steal some, as I figured my father might not remember which ones he destroyed. So, I secretly took some negatives and have kept them ever since. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The detailed descriptions are very vivid, making the reader feel as if they are there. It's quite rare for a couple to be so open-minded in the 1980s; back then, this would have been considered a criminal act, possibly punishable by execution. It feels both realistic and exciting. Few dared to do this in the 1980s, unlike now where nude photos are everywhere. If parents can have such children, why can't they have such children? Unfortunately, there's no sequel. There should be more to the story of the son and mother. The article is good; I like it. I support you, author! The article is a bit short. Wouldn't it be even better if the descriptions of the various body parts were a little more suggestive? I think the protagonist is probably the only one in the 1980s who would secretly watch his parents having sex through binoculars. =1024) window.open(http://68.168.16.153/bbs/images/smilies/default/smoke.gif);" onload="if(this.width>1024)this.width=1024;" > Great idea, great subject matter. These parents are really avant-garde! If the story could be more detailed and the process more exciting, it would be even more exciting! If such forward-thinking parents uploaded the photos online, it would be a new sex scandal! A sex scandal, especially one involving their own family! It would be great if there were more pictures next time. Thank you, OP! The story concept is good, but in the 1980s, there was color, and honestly, black and white indecent photos are very rare and precious.

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