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Subject: Incest story "Photo" Chapter 1
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Photo - Chapter I
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by Caesar
It began on the way home from school. Rod had
stayed late, working with his fellow students on
the school yearbook, and was carrying a school 35mm
camera home with him. The thrills of capturing
life on a still picture was initially exciting to
the teen, but soon lost its thrill. Though it was
plainly obvious to everyone that he was a natural
talent for capturing the "perfect" view.
It was six o'clock and the sun was down below the
horizon and the winter chill cutting through the
young mans parka. Walking through the alleys had
always been a short cut when going home or
returning to school. Yet, this was the first time
he was carrying the school camera and accessories,
in a insulated photo bag. Coming upon his block,
Rob saw that the lights were off in his house,
everyone having gone out to supper. Yet the next
door neighbours lights were one, allowing him to
see clearly into the large window overlooking the
back yard.
Perhaps it was a harmless and adolescent thought
that charged his actions, and Rod brought out the
camera and fitted a telephoto lens to it. He
lifted his new "toy" to his eye, conscious of the
cold metal upon his skin. Yet what he saw through
his lens startled him, and pleasantly excited his
passions. Through the open window he could see
into the dining room where Mrs. Wilson lay naked
upon the large table. Naked, with legs spread, and
facing towards Rod and his camera.
At first he didn't understand what she was doing,
just the simple pleasure of seeing his attractive
neighbour naked was enough. Though he realized her
hands were busy, one upon her breast and the other
between her legs. The lens was strong enough to
see that her fingers actually moved within the
folds of her sex. Mrs. Wilson was masturbating.
Rob wasn't completely unexperienced as some may
believe, his interests had allowed him to acquire a
sizable collection of adult magazines and even one
old adult movie. Though the only experience he had
ever had with seeing the live female body was with
his older sister, when he accidently walked in upon
her shower.
With shaking hands, not from the cold, Rod pulled
his gloves off and then hurriedly began to load the
old camera with film. He realized that the cold
would make the film brittle in only a few moments,
and his actions were as fast as he could go.
Finally he began to click, the lens capturing the
exciting action as the woman next door was rotating
her lower half while moulding and manipulating her
large raised breast.
In the fourth picture something moved in the lower
corner of his lens and he focused upon that portion
of the room. Someone's dark mane of hair was seen
over the edge of a high backed chair, and lower
near the floor, bare feet. The equally startled
the young man and barely noticed that Mrs. Wilson
had stopped her actions and was standing talking
towards the unseen person.
The chair, and man, moved slightly to the side and
a large hard penis was seen over the edge of the
chairs arm. As Rod watched, the thin woman knelt
before the man and without hesitation took the pole
into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down,
and a large hand grasped her curly brown hair and
head, ensuring the momentum not be broken.
The cold was seeping into the teens bones, yet he
attempted to ignore his discomfort as he caught
several more images of action before him. It was
much better than reading magazines or watching his
porn movie. Yet the blowjob was lasting much
longer than Rod expected and he was down to only a
few more frames of film. As this thought came to
mind, the man pulled the pretty face from his lap
and the cock shot upon her still open mouth and
sweaty skin.
Two more pictures captured the scene as Mrs.
Wilson's face was rubbed against the shotting cock,
the pearly white sperm landing upon her pale skin
and even getting into her hair. All this she took
gladly and happily, her mouth open the whole time,
her tongue often licking the cock or flicking the
head of the shooting cock. The man shakily stood.
Rod only had one more picture and just as the man
turned towards the camera he captured the final
image into his camera. That was of Mrs. Wilson's
cum soaked face, and hair, smiling up at Joe
Soulman, the old retired widower from across the
street. The young man had naturally, and wrongly,
assumed Mrs. Wilson was enjoying the pleasures of
Mr. Wilson's cock.
continued...
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