Author's Note: This is part 2 of the series. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real-life people is coincidental. This purely fictional story contains descriptions of incest, consensual bondage, anal sex, rough sex, and spanking. You might want to skip this one if you aren't into that. To everyone else, enjoy!
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It had been two weeks since the photo shoot.
Dad was working as usual, and my Mom and Sister were outside in the garden enjoying an exceptionally warm and sunfilled afternoon in late September.
I was scrolling through my files on the family computer after I started to feel the need to rub one out after spying on my Mom and sister from my window.
My sister Catharina, or Cathy as I called her, was using the last warm days of the year, tanning herself in a black bikini on the lounge. Mom wore a sundress and was tending to her flowers.
What had gotten me hard was Mom's ass as she bent down and went on all fours to flatten the earth around her tulips. She had her long blonde hair tied in a messy bun. Her yellow sundress tried to desperately cover her round butt as she bent over her flowers. Every gust of wind would lift up her skirt briefly and uncover her yellow thong and her firm ass cheeks around it.
My sis lay on her stomach, resting her upper body on her elbows, reading a magazine.
She wore a baseball cap with her blonde hair sticking out the back of the hat in a ponytail. My sis was much shorter than Mom, only 5,5 ft (165 cm). This made her the shortest member of our family by far. Her frame was also a bit smaller but still curvy in its own right. She started ballet when she was a kid and had just recently stopped attending classes out of lack of interest. The training had blessed her with a hot and flexible body.
The hottest asset she possessed was defnitely her very tight apple, shaped-ass. This exact ass was facing my direction as I was looking down onto the lounge in our garden from my room.
My sis suddenly put down her magazine and reached back to grab her ankles to stretch her body. Reading on her stomach had probably tensed her up. As I looked down upon her in this position, my bondage senses started tingling.
My brain immediately imagined ropes around her wrists, tying her hands to her ankles. The stretching and arching also caused a big part of her bikini bottoms to slide up her asscrack.
I looked back to Mom, still on all fours, not far from my sister's side. My dirty mind immediately started to imagine how I would fuck my Mom in this position from behind while my sister would be forced to watch us while being hogtied.
The fantasy made my dick twitch in my shorts, and I started to reach down into my boxers.
Now, I imagined how I would switch between Mom and Sis. Grabbing my sister's ponytail while tied up like that and using her mouth to get my dick sucked. All the while, Mom waited in her doggy position until I would switch back to her to continue fucking her.
With a hard-on from my fantasy, I opened my sexy picture folder on the computer. I had added a new folder inside it titled "Mom in bondage," where I had stored the spoils of our recent adventure. It still felt surreal when I looked at the photos.
Seeing Mom in various states of bondage and outfits, my dick in her hand, the tied-up naked mess she had been in the end. It was all like a dream still. But the reality of the pictures I had taken was all so genuine before my eyes.
I wanked one out to a photo of Mom tied with her bra and panties pulled down and wearing the ballgag and blindfold.
After cleaning myself up with the last tissues from the box on the desk, I browsed my father's account. I was hoping for some new additions to his "Sexy" folder of Mom.
Last night, when I returned from going out, I heard sex noises coming from my mom's and dad's bedroom. They must've overheard my return because Mom wasn't holding back with her moaning. There was something odd about it, though. I could've sworn I had sometimes heard two male voices coming from their bedroom next to my Mom's unmistakable orgasm sounds. I was pretty drunk when I came home. So I had only jerked off to Mom's moaning and fell asleep with my hands in my boxers. I had forgotten all about the weird male duplicity the next day.
So, as I opened Dad's sexy folder on his account and scrolled through his lingerie pictures of Mom, I suddenly froze. There was a video file at the bottom with the date from last night. But it was the title of the file that made me freeze in place. It was called "I know you are watching this.mov."
"Fuck, does Dad know I've accessed his files? "went in panic through my mind.
I felt a cold shiver down my back. "Did Mom tell him about the pictures we had taken together?".
"Did Mom tell him I had rubbed her clit to climax with another finger stuck in her ass?".
My heart rate increased as I went through the options that could've led my Dad to name the file this way. I hesitated to open it.
The thumbnail showed my parent's bed without the blankets or pillows. I double-clicked the file, and the media player opened.
It was filmed from the perspective behind the foot end of the bed. The person filming must've been sitting on a chair. The image still showed the empty bed when I suddenly heard my Dad say.
"Pull it around her wrists tightly; she likes that! "
My Dad was filming, as his deep voice clearly came from behind the camera. He panned the camera over to the desk area, where my Mom was standing in her underwear(!) with a coworker of my Dad's behind her without a shirt on.
He had visited our home a few times, and I often saw him around the restaurant. His name was Andrew. He was a cook working part-time for my Dad to finance his studies. He was smaller than my Dad and much younger but with a lean, muscular body.
Andrew was about 25 back then. From what I could tell, he was a nice guy. Funny, had good manners, and was a good worker, from what Dad had told us about him. He had dark brown hair, which he had shaved to a buzzcut. I noticed he had tattoos on his arms and chest because he only wore black jeans while standing behind Mom.
"What is he doing in their bedroom together with Mom and Dad? And why is Mom standing so close to him in her underwear?" I marveled as the video went on.
Mom was facing the camera between their bed and the desk in the corner. The chair had been removed from the desk as Dad was probably sitting on it while filming.
Mom looked hot! She had her long blonde hair in a high-sitting braid again, pulled back from around her face and coming together at the high base of her tightly woven braid at the top of the back of her head.
She wore thick black makeup around her deep blue eyes and wore bright red lipstick.
She was wearing a plain black bra without lace but with matching panties that looked to be a thong from the front. She wore black thigh-high stockings with a lace flower pattern at the top and no shoes on.
Mom was smiling at Dad through the camera. She had the same spark in her eyes I had seen two weeks ago as she was tied up in my room.
Mom held her arms behind her back, and Andrew appeared to fumble at something on her arms. He looked to the camera with a smug face and said:
"This will hold nicely.".
Andrew put his hands on my Mom's shoulders and turned her on the spot. This showed her stunning backside in all its glory.
Her long blonde braid dangled down from her head over her bra straps, ending close to the start of what indeed proved to be her thong.
Her plump ass cheeks jiggled freely as she was being turned into position. Her wrists had just been tied together with the same ropes I had been using on her the weeks before.
"What is going on?" I muttered to myself. As I watched the story unfold.
