Chapter 02 - Movie Night
The next time I went to Mom's house was Wednesday evening. I knew that she'd be out, having dinner with the Rutherfords, but it was a free evening for me, and it was no problem for me to let myself in.
The attic was starting to get cleared out enough for me to organize boxes of stuff by similar 'types' -- Christmas decorations, old books, old clothes (flower-print bell-bottoms? Please, Mom -- tell me you never actually wore those), and so forth -- I could move them each to separate sections of the attic.
As I was moving some boxes of books around, I came across the box of movies that I'd discovered the last time I'd been there. I smiled to myself, knowing that at least some of them almost certainly contained some highly erotic footage of Mom and Dad and the Rutherfords, based on the photo album that I'd discovered. I pushed the 'Movie' box aside, so I could tend to the other boxes.
Not far away was a smallish box, but as I lifted it, I discovered that it was quite heavy. On the side of the box, it read, '8mm Home Movie Projector'; it was obviously the original box that the projector had come in. Opening the box, I found that it did, indeed, contain an old movie projector. It was an odd, compact model, with the reels laying flat across the top of the projector, rather like the old reel-to-reel audio tape players. It must have had some internal mirrors to make the image project to the proper orientation.
As I looked the old machine over, the awareness slowly advanced from the back of my brain to the front -- with this projector, I could actually watch the movies in the box. I rummaged around in the box of movies, looking for a suitable 'test reel'. I found one, labeled 'Jack First Steps, 1969'. I popped the reel onto the spindle and threaded the film through the slot, then into the hub of the take-up reel. Looking around, I located an electrical outlet, and plugged the projector in. Now all I needed was a screen. I recalled seeing a sheaf of poster-board somewhere in my dealings with the attic; I found it without too much difficulty, and set up a makeshift screen. I flipped the 'ON' switch on the projector; the bulb, perhaps miraculously, lit up. Another switch started the reels turning, and -- lo and behold! -- slightly blurry, faded-color images, with no sound, of my year-old self, standing unsteadily in my dad's firm-but-gentle hands, appeared on the poster-board 'screen'.
I was transfixed by the images on the screen -- it was virtually like a living time-capsule. There was my dad, young and dark-haired, holding me up, encouraging me to step out into the brave new world of bipedal transport. And there was me, taking one, then two, then three wobbly steps, before losing my balance and falling awkwardly sideways. There was a break, and then Mom was holding me up, and once again, I stepped forth, making five or six steps, while Mom clapped her hands gleefully. Simply wonderful.
The 'First Steps' film was quite short; after just a few minutes, the action ended, so I flipped the switch to 'rewind', while I rummaged through the box for another reel. I suppose I could have reached for one of the 'Vacation' reels, but after my earlier discovery of the 'Sailing Trip' photo album, I was irresistibly curious about the reels labeled 'Rutherfords', so I reached for one dated 1972, when I was four years old.
Holding the reel in my hand, I paused for just a second, realizing, based on the Photo Album, that it was quite likely that this reel of 8mm film would be a live-action look-in on my parents' sex life, possibly including some 'non-standard' activity with the Rutherfords. I wondered inside myself whether I should really take that peek into my parents' past, or whether that was more properly their own private remembrance. But then, Mom knew that I'd seen the photos from the sailing trip, and she hadn't been terribly discreet, in recent days, about her ongoing relationship with Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford. Besides, I reasoned, if she really didn't want anyone to see them, she would certainly have hidden them better than simply stashing them in the attic. I don't know if my moral reasoning was quite as thorough as it could have been, but in the end, my erotic curiosity tipped the scales.
*****
I threaded the film through the projector and started the film rolling. On the screen, Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford entered through the front door of our house, while Mom welcomed them with a happy smile.
I thought to myself, this was 1972; all four of them were in their early 30s, which fit with the images on the screen. Mom had the richly beautiful auburn hair that I remembered from my childhood; Mrs. Rutherford was a sandy ash-blond. Dr. R was tall, dark and handsome; Dad was, at least at the beginning, behind the camera. It was like taking a time machine back to my early childhood.
Mom, still smiling, looked up at Dr. Rutherford. He pulled her close, and lowered his head to kiss her. And what a kiss! I watched as Mom virtually melted her body into Dr. R's, and their jaws worked feverishly as they tangled their tongues together in passionate greeting. As they continued to kiss, I saw Mom drop her hand to the front of Dr. R's pants, gripping his package, and stroking her hand over his length and thickness. For his part, Dr. Rutherford cupped his hand over Mom's clothed breast and kneaded it sensually.
As Mom and Dr. R continued kissing and groping each other, I saw a hand -- Dad's left hand -- enter the frame from behind the camera, beckoning Mrs. R closer. She walked toward the camera, smiling seductively, until Dad's hand could reach the buttons of her blouse. Deliberately, one-by-one, the dad-hand unfastened all of her buttons, until Mrs. R's blouse was completely open, exposing a lacy white bra. Mrs. R shrugged her shoulders, dropping the blouse onto the floor behind herself, then, reaching behind herself, she unhooked the clasp of her bra, so that it hung loosely in front of her breasts, and with a hunch of her shoulders, it fell off her, onto the floor.
I had to admit, the 30-something Mrs. Gwen Rutherford had some really lovely breasts -- honest C-cups, I guessed, full and firm and round. With a laughing grin, she shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to jiggle and shake for the camera. Now, that was a visual effect that hadn't come through in the still photos. Dr. R even looked up from kissing Mom to watch them bounce. Then she moved closer to the camera, so Dad's seemingly-disembodied left hand could fondle and squeeze her tits.
As if taking their cue from Mrs. R, Mom and Dr. R set about the business of getting each other naked, still not even ten feet from the front door. Dr. R fumbled with the buttons on Mom's blouse until it too fell open. Then, with swift and skillful movement, he stripped her blouse off her, then unclasped her bra and pulled it off her, leaving her naked from the waist up. Simultaneously, Mom unbuttoned Dr. R's shirt and stripped it off him, baring his hairy chest, which she then proceeded to cover with kisses, licking across his furry expanse, while he urgently kneaded and fondled her fulsome tits.
Mom was fumbling with Dr. R's belt-buckle, and once she got it open, his pants fell to the floor, leaving only his cotton briefs to cover his straining erection, which was proudly angled upward, inside the stretchy fabric.
For a second, the camera swung downward, to where Mrs. R was on her knees, fumbling to get Dad's pants off him. When she pulled the elastic waistband of his briefs out over his raging hard-on, Dad's cock stood proudly, straight out and upward from his loins, while Mrs. R took it in her hands, lovingly licking and sucking on it.
The camera swung back to Mom and Dr. R. Dr. R was now completely naked, his cock bobbing up and down as he moved. I watched the faded, flickering images on the screen, as he slipped his hands into the back of Mom's panties, cupping the cheeks of her ass and happily fondling them, then sliding her panties off her onto the floor. Mom turned to face the camera (Dad), twirling in a little spin-dance, making sure that her furry pussy got recorded on film for posterity (me, apparently). Then Dr. R dropped his hand down, cupping it over Mom's pubic mound, and slowly tracing his finger along her slit.
The three of them who weren't behind the camera -- Mom, and Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford -- quickly gathered themselves for a 'group shot', all standing naked, facing the camera and grinning, four full round breasts, two hairy pussies and a stiff cock, all on prominent display. Then Mom grabbed hold of Dr. R's erection and pulled him off-camera to the left, pointing the way ahead of her, before the shot ended.
In the next scene, Mom was sitting on the couch in our den (a somewhat-bizarre, late-60s-style couch), while Dr. Rutherford knelt between her legs. The two of them were looking at each other, laughing and grinning, and then Dr. R dropped down and began nibbling on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I watched as Mom rolled her head back, savoring the erotic sensations as he nibbled and nuzzled her most intimate parts. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but before long, Mom was twitching and writhing, lurching spastically up off the couch, her mouth forming a soundless 'O' as Dr. Rutherford ravaged her cunt with his mouth. At last, she leaned back on the couch and, clasping her hands behind Dr. R's head, ground her pussy furiously against Dr. R's face. Her head rolled back, her jaw dropped, and at last, she began quivering and shuddering to an orgasm. You couldn't have caught that with a still photo, either.
The camera lurched again, and when it returned, Dr. Rutherford was behind the camera, and Dad and Mrs. R were on the floor, engaged in a sultry 69. Dad lay on his back on the floor, munching on Mrs. R's pussy, while she lay atop him, her head bobbing up and down on his thick meat. Dr. Rutherford was a bit more of an active cameraman than Dad had been, moving the camera around the sexually-engaged couple on the floor, seeking out the most erotic camera angles -- now showing Dad's tongue as it ran along Mrs. R's sultry pussy, her sandy pubic hair adorning her plump cunt-lips, and now showing Mrs. R in close-up, her tongue licking sensually along the length of Dad's cock, her hands tenderly cradling and fondling his balls, her breasts mashed between them against Dad's belly.
Dad and Mrs. Rutherford continued their mutual oral plundering of each other's genitals, until finally, the screen image of Mrs. R sat up and, rolling her head back, ground her pussy hard against Dad's face, until she hunched forward and seemingly lost control of her body, jerking and writhing, her shoulders twitching, her mouth in a silent 'O' and her eyes tightly shut.
Slowly, her orgasm subsided, and she returned her attention to Dad's cock, licking and sucking on it, and swirling her tongue around his cockhead. I could see Dad's head rolling back as he began to thrust his hips up against Mrs. R's oral ministrations. Then he briefly raised his head and said something to her (which, since there was no sound in the movie, I couldn't tell). Then he laid his head back and exhaled. I could see his cock twitching and pulsating in Mrs. R's hand, while she kept her mouth wrapped around his cockhead. As Dad's movements gradually subsided, Mrs. R sucked his cock clean, then sat up. Dr. R moved in for a close-up, and she opened her mouth wide, displaying Dad's thick white cum filling her mouth. Then, with a sensually erotic leer, she closed her mouth and swallowed.
*****
