[Spying on Dad Taking Nude Photos of Mom] Author: Unknown

Peeping at Dad Taking Nude Photos of Mom
Author: Unknown
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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 he bought a Seagull 135 camera.
He enjoyed photography and sketching, and often went to nearby places to take pictures on Sundays. After returning home, he bought developing chemicals and even made
a simple enlarger, often 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 poor, and showing videos was a major entertainment
event. I especially loved watching Hong Kong kung fu movies. Because cultural control was still relatively tight, the video showed
very late, not starting until 11 pm.
After our whole family showered that evening, since it was just before bed and no outsiders were expected to visit, we all
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 finally
waited 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.
However, the old house back then wasn'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 expensive 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 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.
While watching TV, I would occasionally glance at my parents to see if they were coming into my room so I could sneak back
to bed early. I found that they were also watching TV and didn't seem to be getting up, so I watched even more confidently
.
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 my father 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 so low I could barely hear it. 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 about to do something. Although I had heard rumors before,
I had never seen it with my own eyes. My heart pounded, terrified they would discover us.
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 softly, 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 inside her skirt.
Mom's right buttock lifted slightly, 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; she was 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, as if they were matching the TV
program. The more intense the scene on TV, the faster their hands moved; the more relaxed the scene, 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 the binoculars at Mom's private area.
There wasn't much pubic hair; it was distributed in an inverted triangle at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so, it still looked like
a dark patch, and I couldn't clearly see the details inside her genitals.
At this moment, I saw my father's large hand frequently stroking my mother's vulva. Soon, my father 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, my father slowly inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina.
My mother made a gurgling sound, but my father did not insert his finger all the way in. He only inserted it to the first joint of his middle finger
and then withdrew it. He continued to go in and out like this from time to time, and soon the vulva became faintly wet.
Then, Dad whispered a few words in Mom's ear. At first, Mom shook her head and softly exhaled,
"No, what's so interesting? I've seen it so many times."
Dad then said softly, "You never get tired of watching it, it's always new!"
He leaned down and whispered something in Mom's ear, as if trying to persuade her, while his fingers tightened their insertion and removal inside her.
Finally, Mom blushed and nodded slightly. Dad seemed very happy and suddenly stood
up, startling me. I shrank back, thinking he was going to come over, but instead, Dad lifted Mom up by the waist and placed her on the bed,
still with her head facing the TV, and pulled 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, the shave was complete. After shaving, Dad
wrapped a towel in a ball, placed it on the sofa, went back to the cupboard to get the camera, then
dragged 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, producing 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, then asked Mom to sit
up and pose in various ways, which she obediently did. He took a few steps back and took 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, he inserted his middle finger and began to stir it, and 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
and spread them apart.
Now Mom's genitals were completely facing upwards. Dad placed his hands on Mom's 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 before, 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 sounds 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 Mom, understanding, rolled over, kneeling on the bed with her elbows
on the pillows, raising her buttocks high so Dad could lick her from behind. Dad placed his hands
on her buttocks, using his thumbs to forcefully separate her labia majora, and began to lick vigorously with his tongue, occasionally
inserting the tip of his tongue into Mom's vagina, touching her clitoris. At this time, Mom's buttocks
swayed, drawing clockwise circles, and streams of fluid flowed out, which Dad sucked into his mouth.
This continued for more than ten minutes until Dad finally raised 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 his
right hand held 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 it. 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 pinched Mom's nipples, sometimes he squeezed
her breasts hard, deforming them, and sometimes he reached down to touch Mom's vagina, inserting his middle finger into her
vulva and moving it in and out rapidly.
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.
He teased Mom like this, and 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, and 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 withdrew, then plunged in again,
back and forth for a long time. The thrusting gradually increased, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with the wet, slippery sounds and Mom
's indistinct moans. Finally, Dad suddenly jerked, collapsing onto Mom and remaining still, his semen
shooting into her vagina in spurts, reaching his climax.
A moment later, Mom pushed Dad away, and he lay down beside her. Mom's legs were spread wide, and
the white 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 of them fell
asleep in each other's arms.
I quietly climbed down from the tall 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…
The next day, I kept thinking about the previous night's events. Suddenly, a thought struck me: Dad's
movements when taking pictures of Mom were so practiced; perhaps he took more than just those last night's photos. 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. Later, I realized that the table in my parents' bedroom was the most likely candidate.
The desk was an old-fashioned office desk, with a large drawer on the left and three drawers on the right.
The first drawer on the right was connected to the locked top drawer, with a gap of about an inch, just big enough for my
hand to fit in. I tried to reach in and felt around, finding a photo album. I pulled it out through the gap, and sure enough
, it was full of nude photos of my mother, all in black and white. Some were of her taking a bath, some were of her lying in bed, and
some were of her standing in a room. Next to them were labels like "Photo taken at 27" and "Photo taken at 30." Most of them were
nude photos of my mother alone. Some showed her squatting on the bed, legs apart, her hands spreading her labia and smiling at the camera;
some showed her kneeling on the bed with her buttocks facing the camera; and some were group photos, with my mother sitting on my father's lap with her legs apart, my father
's hands spreading my mother's labia. The photos were very clear, much clearer than when I peeked through the air vent. From
the photos, I could see that she didn't have much pubic hair, mostly distributed on the top of her head, with some on the sides of her labia, but not much. The labia majora
were quite full, basically covering the labia minora completely. Only two narrow slits of the labia minora were visible;
unless you manually spread the vulva open, you could only see a thin slit.
Looking at the dates next to the photos, I noticed a pattern: Dad
would take photos about every two or three years around Mom's birthday. I think he took pictures of her on the night of her birthday to commemorate the occasion.
The later photos, perhaps because she was completely open, showed very provocative poses, some with
her buttocks facing the camera directly. Close-ups from behind showed very clear details, and her pubic hair was all shaved off, making her look
very cute with her bare, white pubic hair.
Later, I would secretly take them out to look at whenever I had the chance. Then, when Dad was away on a business trip, I secretly made a copy of the drawer key he left behind
. While Mom was at work and hadn't returned, I opened the drawer, and finally saw
everything inside.
Besides photo albums, there were other things, such as condoms, sex education books, and
a notebook my father kept
that detailed how my parents met, their premarital intimacy, and their sexual encounters after marriage.
It contained photos from my mother's 28th year up to the present, giving me a chance to appreciate them.
Her figure had changed in middle age; she had gained weight around her abdomen, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties and thirties.
Photos taken lying in bed looked fine, but standing photos showed these flaws.
Later, when we moved, I discovered my father had destroyed some of the photos, but this gave me a chance
to steal some. I figured my father might not remember which ones he destroyed, so I secretly took
some negatives, which I still keep to this day.
[The End]

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