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Mum remarried in her early 50s after being single for a while. Her new partner Ted was a painter and decorator at a local Government research establishment. He thought he had one of the best jobs in the world as the site was a nature reserve due to the restricted access and he was able to hand feed some of the wildlife and take pictures of them at very close range.
Shortly after they were married Ted told us that he had been repainting the photographic labs at work and that colleagues had shown him how to develop black and white film and make prints. In the conversation he mentioned that if we wanted any personal black and white pictures developed he could do it discretely, we were not sure what he was referring to at the time.
Later that year before we went on holiday mum gave us a Polaroid 600 camera with two packs of colour film so that we could take ‘personal photos’ as she put it. Up till then all of our photos had been taken on a Kodak Instamatic with the film taken to the local chemist for processing. We could now take photos without the need for developing and our large collection of pictures of Jean in various states of undress and our sex life started with that camera. Driving along the roads on holiday I would take pictures of her tits as she stood against road signs so that we had a record of names of places we had visited and sometimes she would open her dress for a flash of her stockings and suspenders in public places.
After they were married mum and Ted would take a one week holiday twice a year and shortly after their return they would display a couple of black and white photographs of their holiday in their lounge, usually of them in swim wear, presumably some of Ted’s prints. When we went on holiday mum and Ted would call in to our house and pick up the mail off the door mat and water the plants and we would do the same for them when they were away.
It was a couple of years after they married that we went to their house while they were away. I went looking around the cupboards to see if I could find my old school reports to show Jean. At the back of a wardrobe I discovered a biscuit tin and being nosey I had a look inside. I found a number of black and white photographs of mum in what could be called model poses. In some she was wearing swim wear and others underwear including stockings and suspenders, none of them revealing. On the back of each photo in pencil was written the date and location. I showed them to Jean and her immediate comment was that she hoped she looked that good in her 50s. Turning the photos over we looked at the names of the locations which included their house, places visited on holiday and on one of them was our house. When we looked at the picture again it was a picture of mum in stockings, corset and suspenders standing on our stairs.
The picture of mum in stockings and suspenders had the unexpected effect of a bulge in my trousers which Jean noticed. She started to stroke me making the situation worse and then she lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers, knelt on the floor and told me to fuck her. Within seconds I was behind her and my cock was fully inside. Squatting down behind I slowly started to push my cock in and out, my favourite position, and then Jean began to push against me and I knew she wanted a fuck, I don’t know why but I found it exciting that I was fucking Jean on mum’s new living room carpet. After we had dressed she told me the picture had the same affect on her as it did me.
Having seen the date and location written on the photos I did the same with our Polaroid collection and wrote at the bottom of each picture. Initially they weren’t organised in any way but later I put them into folders by year. We kept them at the back of a shelf in one of our wardrobes. One Sunday mum and Ted came to dinner and later we watched a TV documentary about a nature reserve near a remote village. Mum asked us if we had visited the nature reserve as we had been to the village on our travels. When she said that I knew that they had looked at our Polaroid pictures as we had never mentioned the village to them.
The next time we checked their house while they were away we had another look in the biscuit tin and there had been several additions. There were pictures of mum in her one piece swimsuit with the top pulled down, in just her bikini bottoms, in only stocking and suspenders, standing in woods with nothing on, on naturist beaches and in public places with the front of her dress open. Looking at the locations we could see they had photographed in our house again and in my sister’s. In both she was sitting astride the arm of the settee in just her stockings.
Later in the year at a family wedding I got up the courage to ask my sister if she knew her house had been used by mum and Ted for taking glamour photographs. She told me she knew as she had security video of them including a couple of them fucking on her carpet. I asked if she minded and she told me that before her wedding mum had told her that her marriage to dad had been sex less and not to make the mistake she made. As far as my sister was concerned mum was making up for lost time and opportunity. I also asked my sister if her husband knew of the videos and she said he hadn’t seen them, she wanted him to wank over pictures of her not our mum.
I mentioned to Jean what my sister had said and wondered what the reaction would be if our Polaroids were a bit spicier. I bought a couple of packs of Polaroid film and we took some shots to add to our collection. We were limited in the type of shots we could take as the camera did not have a timer or a remote control but using the mirrors on the wardrobes we generated a range. We had shots of me licking Jean's cunt from behind, fucking her from behind, my cock in her mouth, cum on her face, her hand down her pants masturbating, Jean holding her lips as far apart as possible, me fingering her cunt and Jean using a dildo etc. Some of the pictures we shot in mum's garden.
A few months later my sister sent me a text saying mum had had a steamy photographic session and that there would be new photos soon.
Checking mum's photo tin later when she was away we found that many more photos had been added. There were pictures of Ted's stiff cock in mum's mouth, his stiff cock in her hand and many shots of them fucking in different positions and places. Jean told me she was getting wet and ordered me to finger her until she came, she could have said please instead or ordering me. When we had cleaned up I sent my sister a text message saying that the new pictures were very steamy and that Jean and I would like to see the video some time.
It was shortly after that Ted told us he was taking early retirement in three months time; this would be the end of the black and white photographs. He had two weeks holiday to use up and a few days later they left to drive around Britain.
It wasn't until the following year that we got a chance to look inside the photo tin again when they went for a four week cruise around the Far East and Australia. Jean and I emptied the contents of the tin and arranged them in date order. They started with mum in model pictures, then glamour model type pictures and then pornographic images. The last ones were of their trip around Britain with many pictures of mum standing against town name signs with nothing on or just showing her tits. There was also a collection of mum in public parks showing her hairy cunt or tits with people just behind them. We put the photos back in their place and told my sister where to find them so she could look. After she had viewed all the pictures my sister called in and we discussed over coffee the fact that although mum had missed out on a sex life in her 20s and 30s we were glad she finally found sex in her 50s and 60s and we hoped it would continue for much longer. Shortly after their return from the cruise mum phoned and spoke to Jean to tell her that there was an exhibition of black and white photographs at a local gallery and said we be interested as she knew we liked black and white photography. Jean’s reply was that we would go and see and that recently we had viewed some beautiful nature and wild life black and white pictures, mum knew we had been in the biscuit tin.
It was a year after retirement that Ted sold all of his photographic equipment, the tin was still there but there but there would be no new additions.
One October a few years later I went round to borrow a saw to prune a tree in the garden. Mum and Ted were out so I let myself in and went to the garden shed and when searching I came across the biscuit tin. It was going rusty and I checked the contents to see if the photos were still ok. The tin had been hidden and the cold damp shed was not the best environment for photographs so I took them home. On November 5th mum's next door neighbours decided to have a bonfire party and proceeded to accidently set the dividing fence alight with the fire spreading to the shed. By the time the fire brigade arrived there was nothing left of the shed.
When we spoke to mum and Ted after the fire they seemed upset and hinted that they had lost a valuable item. My sister and I noted a change in both of them, they regularly referred to the loss of something of sentimental value but didn’t say what. I confessed to my sister that I had taken the photos and that we had to find a way to return them.
I couldn't hand over the tin as it was likely to be very embarrassing for them. We came up with a plan which first required us to find a similar tin, easier said than done. I spent ages on eBay and eventually found one that was similar but not exactly identical. Having transferred the photos to the new tin I now had to get them back in the house.
Part two of the plan went as follows. Jean and I went to see mum to ask if we could borrow their old VHS tape recorder kept in the loft as we wanted to transfer some videos to the computer. My sister then joined us to keep Ted distracted and stop him from going into the loft. I went up to get the VHS recorder and slipped the biscuit tin containing their photos into the VHS box. I then came down announcing I had found the recorder, put the box on the kitchen table and asked Ted if he would check that all the cables and the controller were still there.
Ted pulled out the tin and shook it and we asked what was in it. He quickly passed it to mum telling us it was nothing important and got us all to focus on finding the bits for the VHS recorder while mum went off with the tin. Following the return of the photos we all noticed that the pair seemed a lot happier.
My sister and I have copies of the photos and the videos and if Jean and I want to get in the mood for a fuck we watch one of the videos. We continue to take our pictures but no longer with a Polaroid and leave them in the same place as before. We know mum and Ted look at them while we are on holiday, they may be getting too old for sex now but at least they are continuing with their voyeurism.
Shortly after they were married Ted told us that he had been repainting the photographic labs at work and that colleagues had shown him how to develop black and white film and make prints. In the conversation he mentioned that if we wanted any personal black and white pictures developed he could do it discretely, we were not sure what he was referring to at the time.
Later that year before we went on holiday mum gave us a Polaroid 600 camera with two packs of colour film so that we could take ‘personal photos’ as she put it. Up till then all of our photos had been taken on a Kodak Instamatic with the film taken to the local chemist for processing. We could now take photos without the need for developing and our large collection of pictures of Jean in various states of undress and our sex life started with that camera. Driving along the roads on holiday I would take pictures of her tits as she stood against road signs so that we had a record of names of places we had visited and sometimes she would open her dress for a flash of her stockings and suspenders in public places.
After they were married mum and Ted would take a one week holiday twice a year and shortly after their return they would display a couple of black and white photographs of their holiday in their lounge, usually of them in swim wear, presumably some of Ted’s prints. When we went on holiday mum and Ted would call in to our house and pick up the mail off the door mat and water the plants and we would do the same for them when they were away.
It was a couple of years after they married that we went to their house while they were away. I went looking around the cupboards to see if I could find my old school reports to show Jean. At the back of a wardrobe I discovered a biscuit tin and being nosey I had a look inside. I found a number of black and white photographs of mum in what could be called model poses. In some she was wearing swim wear and others underwear including stockings and suspenders, none of them revealing. On the back of each photo in pencil was written the date and location. I showed them to Jean and her immediate comment was that she hoped she looked that good in her 50s. Turning the photos over we looked at the names of the locations which included their house, places visited on holiday and on one of them was our house. When we looked at the picture again it was a picture of mum in stockings, corset and suspenders standing on our stairs.
The picture of mum in stockings and suspenders had the unexpected effect of a bulge in my trousers which Jean noticed. She started to stroke me making the situation worse and then she lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers, knelt on the floor and told me to fuck her. Within seconds I was behind her and my cock was fully inside. Squatting down behind I slowly started to push my cock in and out, my favourite position, and then Jean began to push against me and I knew she wanted a fuck, I don’t know why but I found it exciting that I was fucking Jean on mum’s new living room carpet. After we had dressed she told me the picture had the same affect on her as it did me.
Having seen the date and location written on the photos I did the same with our Polaroid collection and wrote at the bottom of each picture. Initially they weren’t organised in any way but later I put them into folders by year. We kept them at the back of a shelf in one of our wardrobes. One Sunday mum and Ted came to dinner and later we watched a TV documentary about a nature reserve near a remote village. Mum asked us if we had visited the nature reserve as we had been to the village on our travels. When she said that I knew that they had looked at our Polaroid pictures as we had never mentioned the village to them.
The next time we checked their house while they were away we had another look in the biscuit tin and there had been several additions. There were pictures of mum in her one piece swimsuit with the top pulled down, in just her bikini bottoms, in only stocking and suspenders, standing in woods with nothing on, on naturist beaches and in public places with the front of her dress open. Looking at the locations we could see they had photographed in our house again and in my sister’s. In both she was sitting astride the arm of the settee in just her stockings.
Later in the year at a family wedding I got up the courage to ask my sister if she knew her house had been used by mum and Ted for taking glamour photographs. She told me she knew as she had security video of them including a couple of them fucking on her carpet. I asked if she minded and she told me that before her wedding mum had told her that her marriage to dad had been sex less and not to make the mistake she made. As far as my sister was concerned mum was making up for lost time and opportunity. I also asked my sister if her husband knew of the videos and she said he hadn’t seen them, she wanted him to wank over pictures of her not our mum.
I mentioned to Jean what my sister had said and wondered what the reaction would be if our Polaroids were a bit spicier. I bought a couple of packs of Polaroid film and we took some shots to add to our collection. We were limited in the type of shots we could take as the camera did not have a timer or a remote control but using the mirrors on the wardrobes we generated a range. We had shots of me licking Jean's cunt from behind, fucking her from behind, my cock in her mouth, cum on her face, her hand down her pants masturbating, Jean holding her lips as far apart as possible, me fingering her cunt and Jean using a dildo etc. Some of the pictures we shot in mum's garden.
A few months later my sister sent me a text saying mum had had a steamy photographic session and that there would be new photos soon.
Checking mum's photo tin later when she was away we found that many more photos had been added. There were pictures of Ted's stiff cock in mum's mouth, his stiff cock in her hand and many shots of them fucking in different positions and places. Jean told me she was getting wet and ordered me to finger her until she came, she could have said please instead or ordering me. When we had cleaned up I sent my sister a text message saying that the new pictures were very steamy and that Jean and I would like to see the video some time.
It was shortly after that Ted told us he was taking early retirement in three months time; this would be the end of the black and white photographs. He had two weeks holiday to use up and a few days later they left to drive around Britain.
It wasn't until the following year that we got a chance to look inside the photo tin again when they went for a four week cruise around the Far East and Australia. Jean and I emptied the contents of the tin and arranged them in date order. They started with mum in model pictures, then glamour model type pictures and then pornographic images. The last ones were of their trip around Britain with many pictures of mum standing against town name signs with nothing on or just showing her tits. There was also a collection of mum in public parks showing her hairy cunt or tits with people just behind them. We put the photos back in their place and told my sister where to find them so she could look. After she had viewed all the pictures my sister called in and we discussed over coffee the fact that although mum had missed out on a sex life in her 20s and 30s we were glad she finally found sex in her 50s and 60s and we hoped it would continue for much longer. Shortly after their return from the cruise mum phoned and spoke to Jean to tell her that there was an exhibition of black and white photographs at a local gallery and said we be interested as she knew we liked black and white photography. Jean’s reply was that we would go and see and that recently we had viewed some beautiful nature and wild life black and white pictures, mum knew we had been in the biscuit tin.
It was a year after retirement that Ted sold all of his photographic equipment, the tin was still there but there but there would be no new additions.
One October a few years later I went round to borrow a saw to prune a tree in the garden. Mum and Ted were out so I let myself in and went to the garden shed and when searching I came across the biscuit tin. It was going rusty and I checked the contents to see if the photos were still ok. The tin had been hidden and the cold damp shed was not the best environment for photographs so I took them home. On November 5th mum's next door neighbours decided to have a bonfire party and proceeded to accidently set the dividing fence alight with the fire spreading to the shed. By the time the fire brigade arrived there was nothing left of the shed.
When we spoke to mum and Ted after the fire they seemed upset and hinted that they had lost a valuable item. My sister and I noted a change in both of them, they regularly referred to the loss of something of sentimental value but didn’t say what. I confessed to my sister that I had taken the photos and that we had to find a way to return them.
I couldn't hand over the tin as it was likely to be very embarrassing for them. We came up with a plan which first required us to find a similar tin, easier said than done. I spent ages on eBay and eventually found one that was similar but not exactly identical. Having transferred the photos to the new tin I now had to get them back in the house.
Part two of the plan went as follows. Jean and I went to see mum to ask if we could borrow their old VHS tape recorder kept in the loft as we wanted to transfer some videos to the computer. My sister then joined us to keep Ted distracted and stop him from going into the loft. I went up to get the VHS recorder and slipped the biscuit tin containing their photos into the VHS box. I then came down announcing I had found the recorder, put the box on the kitchen table and asked Ted if he would check that all the cables and the controller were still there.
Ted pulled out the tin and shook it and we asked what was in it. He quickly passed it to mum telling us it was nothing important and got us all to focus on finding the bits for the VHS recorder while mum went off with the tin. Following the return of the photos we all noticed that the pair seemed a lot happier.
My sister and I have copies of the photos and the videos and if Jean and I want to get in the mood for a fuck we watch one of the videos. We continue to take our pictures but no longer with a Polaroid and leave them in the same place as before. We know mum and Ted look at them while we are on holiday, they may be getting too old for sex now but at least they are continuing with their voyeurism.
Jo
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