[06-01] I have seen my mother's nude photos.

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I'm over 30 years old this year, and there's something that's been weighing on my mind for many years. I've never dared to tell
anyone , and I have no one to talk to. Thanks to the internet, I can write this down.
This extremely private 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. Later, she was assigned to a unit to do scientific research
work. At that time, she was considered a highly educated person. My father also graduated from the same university; they were classmates and
met at school.
Here's what happened: My first curiosity about sex came when I was in the third grade of elementary school, I can't
remember , but it was probably 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 they made 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 them. It was winter,
and they were covered with blankets, so 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. My 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 it unlocked.
Out of curiosity, 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 were of her taking a bath, some were lying in bed, and some
were standing in a room. Next to them were labels like "Photo taken at age 27" and "Photo taken at age 30."
I felt completely dizzy after seeing them and was terrified of being discovered, so I quickly
put them back . But later, like an addiction, I couldn't forget it and always wanted to look at it again. However, I couldn't find
the key , and I couldn't expect my dad to forget to lock the drawer again. I was very anxious.
Then, a thought struck me. I discovered that the first drawer on the right next to the locked one was connected to the top of the locked one, with a gap of
about an inch. My hand could just fit through. So I tried to reach my hand through, and I actually
got the photo album.
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
thought my father would take pictures of her on her birthday night as a memento.
Later, because I grew up and my hands got bigger, I couldn't reach in anymore, so I had to give up.
Later, when I was in high school, during a holiday, I was bored, and my father was away on a business trip. So I
secretly made a copy of the drawer key that my father had left behind, and while my mother was at work and hadn't returned, I
opened . This time, I finally saw everything inside.
Besides the photo album, there were other things, such as condoms, books on sex education, and
a notebook kept by Dad, which contained
detailed descriptions of how Mom and Dad met, their intimate caresses before marriage, and their several sexual encounters after their wedding.
In the photo album next to it, we found some new photos that we hadn't seen before. They were still mostly
nude photos of Mom alone, but they were different from before. There were many close-ups of her vulva, and the poses were becoming more and more lewd. There were photos of her with
her legs spread wide apart on the bed, and of her spreading her vulva herself, smiling seductively at the camera. There were
dozens of photos in total, but they were still black and white, developed by Dad himself.
My dad bought the developing and printing chemicals, photographic paper, and a simple homemade film enlarger.
I used to look at the negatives frequently, and even peeked at my mom taking a shower, but the images were blurry and dark, not as
clear as photographs.
Later, when we moved, I secretly took a few negatives and kept them until now. My mom
is over 50, and I've basically seen all her photos from when she was 28 until now, showing her figure at every stage of her life.
I know it's wrong, but it's like a drug addiction. Every time I tell myself it's the last
time I'll look at them, I feel guilty and regretful, but soon I crave them again. The psychological pressure
is . Fortunately, I've mostly recovered now and haven't looked at them anymore.
Let me elaborate on some details. When I turned 12, I was assigned a two-bedroom apartment. My bedroom
was connected to my parents' room by a small square window. I once tried to watch them make love and even
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. Her figure was also
decent. From the photos, I can see that my mother 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
.
The labia majora were quite full, basically covering the labia minora. Only two narrow
slits of the labia minora were visible. If you didn't manually spread the vulva, you could only see a tiny slit. I guess it
was still very tight inside at that time, and it must have felt very comfortable.
In photos taken later, when she was in her forties, perhaps because she had completely opened up by then, her poses
were very provocative. There were photos of her bending over facing the camera, and close-up shots from behind showed very clear details.
Also, her pubic hair had probably been shaved off by her father, making it very cute with its smooth, white color.
Areas that were previously covered by pubic hair were now clearly visible. However, her figure had started to change. She had gained a lot of
belly fat, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties or thirties. Photos taken while lying in bed looked fine,
but these flaws became more apparent in photos taken while standing.

The cabinet was about 1.5 meters high, with a chair in front for sleeping and storing clothes at night. The air vent was a square
window about 1.5 meters high, with a height of about 2 to 2.5 meters. The television was placed at a 45-degree angle.

Now let me tell you what happened back then.
It was early July 1984. That day, the unit told everyone that the internal closed-circuit television would be showing
the Hong Kong martial arts film "The Great Wall Treasure Hunt" that night. Cultural life was relatively poor at that time, and showing videos was a big entertainment
event . We especially loved watching Hong Kong kung fu movies. Because cultural control was still relatively tight, the video was shown
very late, starting at 11 p.m.
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, and my mom wore a t-shirt without a bra and...
I was wearing shorts, with a skirt I usually wore when doing housework tied over them; it reached my knees.
Our family was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Back then, our TV was a 12-inch black and white one. 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 bed because it was too late, and I had school the next day, plus final exams were coming up soon. I lingered
a little longer, but I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I went back to my room with a sullen 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 ,
which was incredibly annoying. Suddenly, I saw a light on the transom window, and a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the high-end toy
telescope I had just bought, so I quietly got up, took out the telescope, and quietly climbed from the chair onto the high cabinet.
Haha, I could easily see the TV. Looking through the telescope, although it wasn't as powerful as a modern military telescope
, the room wasn't far apart, so I could still see it very clearly, as if it were
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 intended to come 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 confident and continued
watching .
Let me describe my parents' physiques: my father was 1.72 meters tall and slightly overweight at the time; my mother was
1.58 meters tall and petite. They were already middle-aged in 1984.
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 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 walked 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 40W bulb instantly brightened the room.
A thought flashed through my mind; I sensed something was off. I figured they might be up to something. I'd peeked before,
but only in the middle of the night when I'd heard noises. I'd only ever seen Dad moving on Mom's body, and the lighting was dim,
not as bright as it was today. Plus, he had binoculars. A surge of excitement filled me; I was ready to get a good look.
After Dad finished, he leaned back on the sofa, leaned close to Mom's ear, and whispered a few words.
Mom chuckled softly, then playfully punched him. Dad, in turn, reached his left hand behind her back to
her waist, while his right hand slid up her thigh, reaching inside her skirt.
At this moment, Mom lifted her right buttock first, then her left. A moment later, Dad's
right hand slid out and grabbed Mom's underwear, pulling it down. Mom lifted her leg slightly so Dad could take the underwear off
her leg . 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 that the undershirt was in the way, so he slowly pulled the undershirt up to Mom
's neck, revealing Mom's two breasts. They were already slightly sagging, with two grape-sized
nipples set in the center, brown in color. Dad's hands caressed the breasts up and down, occasionally
pinching , and sometimes bringing his mouth close to suckle them.
I glanced at my mother's expression. She was making soft humming noises and swallowing saliva.
At that moment, my father's right hand slowly slipped under my mother's skirt. I could only see the skirt moving. A moment later, my mother
also put her hand into my father's pants and started stroking him. Meanwhile, a heated argument was taking place on TV. It seemed like they were coordinating with
the TV program. When the scene on TV was intense, their hands moved quickly, and when it was calm, their hands moved more slowly.
Soon, Mom couldn't hold on any longer; her body went limp, and she leaned against Dad. So 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 up to her lower abdomen. He gently spread her legs apart, about wide enough to fit a fist,
and then placed his right hand over Mom's genitals, stroking them up and down.
Mom's genitals faced the wall with the air vent. I quickly aimed the binoculars at Mom's private parts;
I had only ever seen them in photos before, never in person.
My mother's pubic hair wasn't very thick; it was distributed in an inverted triangle shape at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so,
it still looked like a dark patch, making it difficult to see the details inside her genitals clearly.
At this moment, I saw my father's large hand frequently stroking my mother's genitals. 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 didn't insert his finger all the way in; he only went in to the first knuckle of his middle finger
before withdrawing it. He kept going in and out like this, and soon the area became noticeably wet.
At this moment, Dad leaned close to Mom's ear and whispered a few words. Mom shook her head and whispered,
"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 again and whispered in Mom's ear as if trying to persuade her, while his fingers tightened their insertion and removal inside her vagina.
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, I saw Dad lift Mom 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, which was an even better angle for me. I was so happy! Then
Dad took off his vest and underwear.
He went to the storage shelf, 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.
Upon closer inspection, I
saw that he tore off a piece of toilet paper, grabbed a towel from the sofa armrest, went to the doorway
, rolled up the toilet paper, and spread Mom's legs wider. He first used the toilet paper to wipe Mom's
genitals , cleaning up any excess water. Then he took the towel and placed it under Mom's buttocks. He opened the prickly heat powder,
dipped the sponge in the powder, and applied it to Mom's genitals. Finally, he picked up the razor and carefully began
shaving Mom's pubic hair.
As the razor moved, pubic hair mixed with powder fell off one after another, and it was shaved clean in a short while. I felt
a surge of excitement because I could see very clearly through the binoculars that my mother's vulva was a jujube red color after being shaved. Now
I know that is the color of a mature woman. Her labia majora were very full, and I could clearly see the two thin
labia . It looked quite tight inside, and it seemed so close that I could almost touch it. It was such a smooth and
wonderful thing.
After Dad finished shaving, he wrapped the towel in a ball and placed it on the sofa. Then he dragged down a pillow and placed it
under Mom's lower back. He then bent
Mom 's hands, letting her try to spread her vulva open herself. Then he took out a flashlight, turned it on, and shone it on Mom's
genitals, bringing his face close to observe carefully. I was treated to a feast for the eyes; everything was
crystal clear was slightly less impressive than a photograph, but it was real.
After a while, I saw Dad insert his middle finger again and start stirring. Mom occasionally made "hmm, hmm"
sounds 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. He
lifted Mom's legs and pressed them upwards as high as he could, so her feet were above her head. Then he had Mom hold her legs with her hands
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 , it was so stimulating!
After licking for a while, seeing that his mother couldn't take it anymore, her brows furrowed, her head swayed, and her body
trembled. She tried desperately to suppress a cry, making strange sounds in her throat. Finally, unable to support her legs with her hands,
she had to put them down and spread them wide apart so that her father could continue licking, making smacking sounds, like
the sound .
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 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 secret place, touching her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. At this moment, 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 went on for over ten minutes. Finally, Dad lifted his head and gently patted Mom's
buttocks . Mom lay back down, this time on her side, and moved closer to the edge of the bed, straightening her left leg
and bending her right leg, supporting herself 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 front of Mom with his left hand and held her head with his right hand. 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 was also busy. He would pinch Mom's nipples, then squeeze
her breasts so hard they deformed, and then reach down to touch her vagina, inserting his middle
finger rapidly in and out.
Later, Dad frowned, perhaps sensing he was about to ejaculate. He quickly stopped Mom's head from moving, paused for a moment,
rested, then withdrew his penis, climbed onto the bed, raised Mom's legs overhead, and used his penis to touch her
genitals, thrusting left and right, then into her vagina, inserting halfway before immediately withdrawing.
He teased his mother like this, and she got impatient. She grabbed his penis and hurriedly tried to
stuff it into her vagina, saying, "Faster, faster..."
At this moment, his father smiled slightly and suddenly pushed it in. His mother let out an "Ah," as if she had completely relaxed,
letting his father ride on her body. His father released his mother's legs, and his mother naturally wrapped her legs around his waist.
Then Dad lay on top of Mom and began thrusting. His penis slowly withdrew and then plunged in again, going 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 sound 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.
A moment later, Mom pushed Dad away, and Dad lay down next to her. Mom's legs were spread wide, and
cloudy semen slowly flowed out of her vagina. Dad reached out and handed Mom some tissues from the coffee table. Mom
sat up , bent down, and carefully wiped her genitals. After cleaning herself, she lay back down. Dad turned off the bedside lamp, and the two of them fell
asleep in each other's arms.
I quietly climbed down from the high cabinet, returned to my bed, and couldn't 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 fell asleep...
Postscript:
I finally finished writing this after spending an afternoon and half an evening. I should clarify that this article contains
some of my imagination. The part up to Mom giving Dad oral sex is all true; I just didn't
see .
The reason was that back in the 1980s, oral sex was unheard of, let alone something like that. Seeing my parents doing
it made me dizzy. I thought my father was disgusting for licking my mother's genitals, and my mother was so
lewd that I could laugh at such a thing.
I couldn't bear to watch anymore, so I quietly climbed down and went back to bed. But after a while, I couldn't resist and climbed back up
to watch . The second time I went up, I accidentally bumped into the mirror on the high shelf as soon as I stood up, making
a sound. It wasn't very loud, but it scared me. I also saw my mother suddenly open her eyes towards the air vent
and it felt like we made eye contact. I was so frightened that I quickly slipped down and went back to bed, too scared to watch anymore
. I was filled with anxiety.
Nothing happened the next day. Looking back, the sound was probably very quiet, but it seemed louder in the quiet of the night.
They didn't hear it at all. As for the glance my mother gave me, now that I think about it, her eyes seemed lost and confused.
She was probably just acting unconsciously in the heat of the moment.

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