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Subject: Incest story "Photo" Chapter 7
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Photo - Chapter VII
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by Caesar
Rod's time was becoming precious. He had been
extremely busy and obsessive when it came to
"catching" his prey in his camera. He was also
becoming tired. At home things between his mother
and he, were quiet and polite. Nothing was yet
asked of the other, yet the youth was still unsure
of the boundaries that he was able to broach.
After, finally, catching Ms. Foster with his
camera, the youth was determined to relax and think
about his hobby. There was several more women that
he wanted to "catch" yet his time was becoming a
high commodity. So he wondered who he could get to
help with his hobby, someone who was very discrete
and dependable.
That person was his good friend, Gord. They had
been friends for years, only after his mother had
sent him away to a private school is when their
relationship had been strained by simple distance
and time. Though Rod's friend still lived two
blocks away and they saw each other on weekends,
they were not as close as they had been as pre-
teens. Also, Rod remembered that his friend had
been "sneakily", always attempting to look up girls
dresses and watching girls at the pool while they
swam. He would be the perfect choice.
Gord thought so also. They met, the mood strained.
Yet when the full idea and the length that Rod was
able to go with it was discussed, Gord was again
the fun loving and good friend that Rod had grown
up with. Rod compared all, but his mothers and
his, photos with his renewed friend, they spawned
the others interests and desires explosively.
Though the event with Rod's mother and Mrs. Wilson
was discussed, while looking upon the pictures,
what happened afterwards wasn't. Yet the other
instinctively knew the extent that these photos
could go. It was set up between the two, Rod would
take the pictures but Gord would be the "point" man
who would do the leg work. First on the agenda was
Gord's mother, Thelma, and getting her to move her
son back to his old school.
The idea was Gord's, and Rod was all for it,
knowing his friends mother would not willingly
change her sons high school. The problem was that
both thought the forty five year old woman was a
sexless saint. Yet Gord wanted to "watch" his
mother before anyone else was even discussed. His
incestuous desires plain. The plan was set.
A phone call came to Rod only four days later at
about six in the morning. Gord's voice shook as he
related what he saw. Rod calmed his friend down
then they set and planned. Another call came six
days later at twelve thirty in the morning. After
calming his parents, Rod snuck out of his house and
ran all the way to his best friends house.
Outside his own house, Gord met the cameraman and
whispered for him to be quiet, before quietly
walking back to the open window. Inside, Rod was
able to see the usually quiet and mousy middle-aged
woman walking about her room. One hand had a glass
of wine, the bottle on the cubbord, the other was
stroking and squeezing a small round breast. She
was completely naked, and was seemingly talking to
herself, yet her voice could not be heard through
the closed window.
Gord had told his friend almost a week before that
his mother had left her blinds open to the night,
and to his amazement and excitement masturbated.
The woman could not be termed beautiful, but
handsome was closer to the mark. She had all the
female parts, but somehow they just were not
abundantly attractive to Rod. Though Gord
obviously idolized her.
Thelma staggered slightly spilling a part of her
wine goblet upon the carpet, she giggled to herself
then placed it with the almost gone bottle. The
woman fell upon her own bed and lay looking up at
the ceiling. Rod guessed the woman's attitude was
due to a nasty divorce five years ago, her husband
leaving her for a younger woman. Almost
absentmindedly she brought out a huge dildo, a
thing Rod knew about but had never viewed before.
She whispered to it, between licks to the rounded
head, until it glistened with saliva.
Her free hand was pinching a small hard nipple
while be began to move the phallus between her
lips. She made oral love to the fake cock, while
her hand pleased herself. Then she moved the wet
cock down to her breasts and moved it over each
nipple, flicking the point several times, before
continuing on. With drunken resolve she quickly
shoved the large cock into her almost to the root.
Thelma wiggled about the single bed, her legs
almost horizontal, both her hands moving the
phallus in and out of her sloppy wet pussy, the
wetness visibly coating everything it got close to.
Rod took the pictures, close-up and far away shots,
but he realized he felt sorry for the woman on the
other end of his camera. She was obviously
saddened or depressed, and found a small resolve in
pleasing herself. He doubted that she had to get
drunk before she could masturbate herself, a woman
of her age was probably experienced enough in the
ways of self love that she could enjoy the
experience without alcohol. It was also obvious to
Rod that Gord didn't see the same, or ignored the
fact. So incensed was he in watching the show his
mother put on. A show that was reminiscent of a
black comedy compared to the colourful comedies
that Rod had been witness to.
Thelma lay panting, the cock cuddled to her cheek,
while she recovered her breath after the explosive
orgasm her own son, and best friend, witnessed.
Again she licked the head of the fat cock, cleaning
the surface of her own juices before her eyes
closed and the wine and late hour caused her to
fall into a deep sleep.
continued...
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