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In the dim light of the hallway, I followed Dad toward the master bedroom in the way back of the house. It had been years since I’d been in there.
Immediately, he went over to a large bookcase in the corner, and standing on tiptoes, grabbed what looked like one of a series of similar photo albums. Then, pointing to the bed, he instructed me to take a seat.
“Know what this is?” he asked with an air of mystery.
“Well, if I had to guess it’s a photo album,” I ventured.
“You’d be right, sir!” he exclaimed like a cheesy gameshow host. “But that would be only half the answer ... What you see before you is the album documenting and celebrating your mother and I’s first few wedding anniversaries.”
“Oh, nice! ... Have I ever seen these pics before?”
“Oh trust me when I say you’d DEFINITELY remember if you had,” he answered coyly. “Go on a take a hit of that bourbon, and then pass it to me.”
I did, and when I handed him the bottle, he traded it for the photo album, putting it right on my lap. It was pretty hefty, and when I opened it up, I was greeted with a homemade title page that read, “First Anniversary” in colorful hand-drawn letters ... definitely Mom’s doing. Then, turning to the next page, instead of seeing old Kodachrome pics of a happily-married couple enjoying a day out at the beach or an upscale restaurant, I was presented with a large image of Mom posing in a white teddy with thigh high stockings and garter belts and stilettos. Her shoulder-length golden hair was the epitome of flowing beauty.
“Hubba hubba!” I commented instinctively.
“Hubba indeed!” Dad echoed. “She was looking pretty hot, wasn’t she?”
“Sure was!” I concurred, drinking in the image. “Who did you get to take this?”
Dad puffed out his chest and polished his nails on his shirt. “Yours truly,” he answered proudly.
“Wow! Nice art direction!” I congratulated him, as he took a swig of bourbon. “Did you work for Playboy back in the day?”
“I wish!” he replied, and then turned the page to see more of his work and his muse.
The subsequent pages showed Mom in various seductive poses and highlighted her very photogenic nature.
“This was quite a photoshoot, Hefner!” I blurted out. “Looks like you guys put some time and effort into it.”
“Yeah, we decided to go all out documenting our first year of marital bliss. We enjoyed it so much that we decided to go ahead and do it every year after that.”
By the time he finished his explanation, I had gotten to the next title page, “Second Anniversary”. But when I turned the page, Mom wasn’t modeling the same old teddy ... Instead she was wearing some kind of black, push-up corset that did absolutely nothing to conceal her impressive, lily-white breasts topped by soft pink nipples. And instead of a nice pair of white panties covering her lower extremities, this time she was going commando, except for the thigh-high black stockings and garters.
“Wow! Looks like things got quite a bit hotter the second year ... too hot for her to afford proper clothing!” I teased with a dryness in my voice, ogling as much as I could.
“Do those beautiful tits look familiar?” he asked, passing back the bourbon.
“Sure do ... They just look different ... not bouncing around as much as they did that night in the motel room,” I teased, taking a minute to drink in the image. As I did, my cock couldn’t help but flinch and throb in my pants.
“Keep turning those pages, buddy boy, and you’ll get some better views of ‘em ... and other things,” he suggested.
Going very slowly through this chapter of the album, I was greeted with pictures of her in various poses ... being teasingly seductive, spread-eagle on a bed ... propped up on all fours on the floor with her ass raised high.
“Playboy bunnies definitely didn’t have anything on her,” I finally gulped, my eyes darting around each page hungry for more images of her flesh.
“Yep, she was definitely in their class,” Dad acknowledged. “And she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it for your old man ... Just take a look at this one,” he said, pointing to a black & white 5 x 7.
It was mama with sitting up against the headboard of a bed, still wearing that push-up corset and the stocking, but her legs were spread wide and she was using two fingers of her right hand to spread her labia for the camera.
“That pose was completely her own idea,” Dad confessed proudly. “As the photoshoot wore on, she just got less and less inhibited and more and more horny ... Even though it’s black & white, you can still tell how wet she was ... that pussy was definitely singing its siren song as I worked the camera.”
His right hand reached between his legs and stroked the elongated bulge clearly visible in the front of his jeans. “Man, I don’t know about you, but I need to get more comfortable ... Seeing these pictures again is just too much!” Handing me the bourbon, he brought both hands to his crotch and began unbuttoning his fly.
My heart, already pounding ferociously, skipped a beat as he reached into the opening and fished out his cock for the second time today, letting it stand proud and unencumbered.
“Theeeere we go,” he sighed, reclaiming the bottle and taking a swig, “MUCH better!”
Feeling mighty tipsy and just as aroused, I soon confessed, “Yeah ... Those pics have got me feeling pretty sprung myself.” So, I unabashedly reached down and unzipped my own fly, taking only a moment for my cock to join his in the dim light of the room.
“Oh man!” Dad laughed eyeing both of our erections, “I can imagine your mama having a big ol’ smile on her face seeing these two impressive tentpoles on display and knowing that she was the reason for them.”
My cock flared at his comment, sending a big syrupy tear of precum streaming from my slit as he took another swig from the bottle then passed it to me. I matched his shot, and then we refocused our attention on the anniversary album in my lap, flipping through pages and seeing Mom in different states of undress and in a variety of poses.
“For the third anniversary,” Dad explained, “your mama wanted to be behind the camera a bit, so it was my turn to be put on display,” he chuckled as we moved to the next section. And sure enough, there were a number of artsy shots of him, including one with him looking proper in a suit, but with his limp cock hanging from the open fly.
“Haha. I remember her telling me that she thought I should go to church like that one Sunday to see the reaction on folks’ faces,” he recalled.
The picture next to it was essentially the same, but instead of sporting a limp cock, his angry tusk was shooting skyward.
“She must have really done something to rev you up between that pic and this one,” I teased, conscious that my words were starting to slur.
“You noticed, huh,” he deadpanned. “Yep, after that first shot, she came over and gave me a little attention,” he confessed, caressing his boner and enjoying the memory. “On the next page you’ll see what I mean.”
Flipping the thick cardboard page, I was greeted with a large shot obviously taken from Dad’s point of view looking down at his crotch, and there was Mom with his plump cock halfway in her mouth, her ruby red lips encircling his girthy member as it jutted from his suit trousers. Her wide, doe-like eyes looked up at the camera.
“That was the reason for the excitement,” he explained, continuing to tug on his leaking member, unconsciously slathering his spillage over his foreskin. “Yep, yep, yep,” he sighed longingly, “ ... I mean this in the best possible way, Conner ... but your mama was quite the cocksucker!”
“And you’ve got the pics to prove it,” I joked.
“Sure do!” he smiled. “And this old dog has been crying for her almost every night since she left,” he admitted. Staring at the picture, his lip started to tremble. It was clear that just seeing her face again was sparking deep emotions.
Digesting the moment and feeling quite uninhibited because of the copious swigs of bourbon, I decided to do something to help the old guy feel better.
Without saying a word, I closed the book, and putting it aside, quickly stood up, grabbed his hands, and had him standing up as well. He was a bit wobbly, but the excited cock sticking out of his fly was clearly a pillar of strength.
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