After our early morning incestuous escapade, we all dozed for a while. The day began rather normally with showers and breakfast. After breakfast, we continued to work on getting the cabin organized for the summer. A lot of outdoor furniture had to removed from storage, cleaned and set up. The LP gas grill had to be reconnected and cleaned and the solar panels and gutters needed to be cleaned. Dad and I worked outside and Mom worked inside.
While working, I had a chance to think about what had happened. I think almost every young man, at one time or another, fantasizes about having sex with his Mother. I did. I had never fantasized about having sex with another man, let alone my Father. Oh sure, I had seen gay mags and videos, but they hadn't turned me on. I was pretty sure Dad wasn't gay, but I hadn't thought about him being bi. What was my sexuality now? I considered myself a hetero, but I had enjoyed the cock sucking with Dad - both giving and receiving and the 69. The anal sex was different. I thought it might have been a "heat of passion" thing. But deep down, I admitted to myself, in spite of the initial pain, it felt good and I wanted to try it again. Most of all, I wanted to continue.
We all worked silently, but there seemed to be more touching and companionable silences. We broke for a late lunch. While we were eating lunch, Mom mentioned some more photo albums that she had found in a cedar chest. She thought we would enjoy looking at them that evening. We finished our chores, cleaned up and had dinner. After dinner, Mom brought out a box with the photo albums in it.
She pulled a coffee table over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. She sat in the middle and Dad and I sat on either side of her. Dad said these were pretty personal photo albums. He and Mom really enjoyed sex and sexual activities and they started photographing each other and themselves enjoying all aspects of sex. That was one reason the cabin had a darkroom. They wanted something other than instant photos. They had also owned a video camera for a long time and now they were into digital photography.
Dad opened the first album. It was nude photos he had taken of Mom. Most of them were glamour type shots - posed on a rock at the edge of a lake, in the shower, on the bed in a wispy negligee, etc. There were a few where she was cupping her breasts or running her fingers through her pussy hair. Mom was turning the pages and I noticed Dad was running his hand up and down the inside of her thigh.
The second album was photos of Dad. He was nude in most of the shots. Some were posed beefcake but a lot of them were candid shots taken when they were skinny dipping or sunbathing. In a number of shots he had a semi-erect cock.
Mom put the second album aside and opened the third. This was their hardcore album. The very first picture was one of them standing side-by-side and ginning at the camera. They were nude, Dad had a hard-on. His right arm was around Mom's back and he was cupping her right breast. Mom had her left hand wrapped around Dad's cock. They laughed about the take-off on "American Gothic". The other pictures became more and more explicit as we progressed through the album. Mom commented how warm it was in the room. Dad agreed and he pulled his t-shirt off. Mom said that looked like a good idea, so she pulled hers off too. I figured I might as well go along and took mine off also.
They had taken photos of each other masturbating alone and together. There were even some solo cum shots of Dad. The photos progressed to shots of blowjobs and pussy eating and fucking in various positions and locations. I don't know about them, but I had a boner.
Mom made a comment that we should start a new album of activities. Dad said that was a good idea and he would get the cameras. When he got up I could see he had a boner too. It a few minutes he came back with a video camera and tripod and two digital cameras, one on a tripod. He had taken his shorts off and his hard-on was swaying as he walked across the room. Dad said we should both get naked while he set up the cameras.
When he was ready, Mom and I stood up. She pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of them then unbuttoned her cutoff jeans and helped her take them off. We faced the three cameras. She wrapped her left hand around my cock and I put my right arm around her and cupped her right breast. Dad and I changed places and they re-enacted the one photo. Then Dad and I stood on either side of Mom. She held our cocks and we cupped her breasts. We finished the third album.
The last album was their kinky album. It began with some mild bondage - Mom spread eagled on the bed with her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with neckties, blindfolded and with a ball gag in her mouth. There was a photo of Dad standing with his arms stretched out and tied between two small trees. His legs were spread and ropes ran from his ankles to the trees. He was blindfolded and gagged. What was interesting were the clothes pins clipped to his nipples and his cock was in a cage and a weight could be seen hanging from his scrotum. Dad commented that was one of the kinkier and quirkier photos he had let Mom take.
Other photos involved lots of toys - vibrators, dongs, dildos, butt plugs, and beads. There was a series of photos where Mom was wearing a strap-on. It included pictures of Dad on his knees sucking Mom's "cock" and several pictures of Mom fucking him up the ass with her strap-on. Mom said Dad liked anal play and sex and she tried to accommodate him and that is why they bought her the strap-on. Dad commented that most of the toys were still around and most of them were here at the cabin. I noticed the picture of Dad with the weight stretching his ball sack was taken at the cabin within the past couple of years.
There were several video tapes in the box. Mom said they were mostly suck and fuck films and we could watch them later, if we wanted too. She got up and left the room. A few minute later she returned with a box of toys and lubricants.
