Perspective.

It's all about perspective.

I found the videos while rummaging around my mom's nightstand.
There was a jewelry box, pretty wooden with filigree all over it.
I wasn't looking for this, but I like nose around. I've been told
my curiosity is a notable force of nature at the very least.

While I was looking for the thing I saw my mom using a couple
nights ago, I discovered more about her in that box than I ever
expected.

I was 10 years old at the time and stuck inside the house during
a harsh Montana winter. I couldn't sleep all night, I'd gotten up
to use the computer, watch TV and generally find something to do
with myself. I'd been creeping back to my room when I heard a
sound out of my mom's room. We didn't make a habit of closing our
doors in the house, so it wasn't a big deal for me to peek
inside.

I saw Mom with her legs spread completely apart, pushing a orange
stick between her legs and rolling her stomach. She'd told me
about masturbation already, I'd tried it a lot and thought it was
fun, but what I was watching here looked more than fun.

She was pinching her boobs and rolling her hips while her hand
guided the stick in and out of her vagina. I'd learned all the
proper terms when we had our talk. Watching her my own vagina was
tingling a bit and I started rubbing it as a kind of empathic
motion to hers. I was really enjoying that.

I watched as she drew in a breath and quietly stuttered it out
and I knew she must have been having an orgasm, something I'd not
had yet. Beth and Lisa told me about their parents having them,
but they hadn't yet either. Mom was alone a lot, Dad left a few
years ago after a huge fight. I have a really difficult time
remembering what about, but it had something to do with Montana
and the middle of fucking no where. He moved to Chicago and I
visit him sometimes and he writes and calls. I miss him lots and
I think mom does too. I don't know why she didn't just move with
him.

I padded back to my room with a plan forming in my mind.

I opened the box and looked through the contents, a couple rings,
a bracelet and a necklace. I pulled the necklace out and the
bottom of the box came out with the necklace.

There were several small USB drives. I used them all the time in
homeschooling. We had to take our work to a center from time to
time to ensure we were learning according to the state's
standards.

I grabbed two of them, put everything back, and forgot all about
my mission to find the orange stick.

I checked the time and knew I had about 2 hours till Mom got back
from the Costco, almost 2 hours away. I put the drive in my
laptop and started looking around.

The first drive was 6gb of video and picture porn. Of my Mom, my
Dad, my uncle, and all 3 of my aunts. The second drive had more
porn of some people I didn't know, but also other kids, some of
them I recognized as my cousins, others I had no idea.

I also had no idea what I was seeing. My mind was short
circuiting from the crash course in pornography I was seeing. My
mother having intercourse with lots and lots of people. My father
with my uncle's penis in his mouth. My cousin Brad ejaculating
all over my Mom's face, ropes and ropes of semen dangling from
her nose and mouth. She had the biggest goofy grin on her face.

How did I not know about any of this? It looked like everyone was
having some kind of sex. Except me.

I knew some of this was child pornography. My cousin Lizabeth
couldn't have been older than 8 years old but she had a hold of a
fat guy's penis in one picture, later in the series she was
sucking on it and later had her mouth open to show it full of
semen. I watched a video of her putting gel all over her vagina
and lowering her vagina over someone's very erect penis and
sliding on it. She moved her hips back and forth and back and
forth. I was hypnotized by the motion. Her little fingers
pinching his nipples and her hips rocking too and fro while her
vagina glided up and down his length. I heard him grunt loudly
and she hurriedly moved down to take his penis in her mouth and
suck on it till his hips bucked and threatened to bounce her off
the mattress they were laying on. She used her fingers to squeeze
his penis like a toothpaste tube into her mouth then moved so her
hips were above his face; I still didn't recognize him. He lay
there looking up at her, her vagina near his mouth and she opened
her mouth and dribbled his semen out her mouth and down her belly
till it ran between her legs and he began to suck on her vagina.
She squealed and leaned her head back in obvious pleasure.

It took me about no time to have an orgasm while watching and
looking through these videos. I'd completely stripped naked and
was furiously frigging myself using lots of spit and internal
fluids to make myself slick. I had my first orgasm while watching
my aunt licking Mom and sticking a penis stick into her butt.
Daddy was on the side of her pulling on his penis, masturbating.
He would stop occasionally and beat his penis on her nipple and
spit on his hand. Aunt Brenda reached up with her free hand not
pushing the fake penis in and out of mom's ass and pushed her
fingers into mom's mouth pulling it open. Mom sucked on her
fingers and Daddy ejaculated into her mouth, mostly. Mom's orgasm
came and her legs straightened and she gave a shuddering moan
much like I'd heard the night before.

I started printing out some of the photos and copied everything
to my laptop. I hadn't been very mindful of the time though. I
was into my third self-exploration session, watching Daddy take
two penises and suck on them alternatingly when my mother came
into my room. My room was covered in pornography. I was naked.
Photos of mom in various stages of sex, my father sucking cocks
and licking the vagina of my cousin April were all over my bed. A
video was running on my laptop. My fingers were in my vagina, my
legs spread wide apart. "busted" needed a new definition.

My mom took a step back taking everything in. She was dressed in
winter warmth, covered head to toe but I could see her shivering.
I slowly pulled my fingers out of my vagina, shuddering a little
as I did so.



  
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