I was staying with my Aunt Jane in St. Louis for a few days. I was there to be a bridesmaid in my sorority sister's wedding, and since I hadn't seen my Aunt for a year or so, I called and asked if I could stay at her house while I was in town for the wedding. "Of course!" Aunt Jane howled into the phone. "I've got a guest bedroom that never gets used. I'd love to have you for as long as you can stay!"
Aunt Jane had turned into somewhat of a surrogate mother for me after my real Mom died. She came to stay with Daddy and me for several weeks after the accident, and it was during that time I really got to know her and appreciate what she did for us after Mom passed away.
I liked Aunt Jane because she had a reputation of being a little wild; sort of a hippy kind of girl. She's my Dad's twin sister – and my only Aunt. And while my father is very much the reserved, polished, professional kind of business man, Aunt Jane was unpredictable, exciting and a bit crazy. For example, the first night I was in town, we stayed up until after midnight drinking shots of tequila as I told her all about college grad school and everything going on in my life.
The next day while she was at work, I found a box under the bed in the guest room labeled "Mark's Stuff" and thinking I'd find some old keepsakes and pictures of my Dad when he was a kid, I sat down on the floor and opened up the box. To say I was utterly shocked and stunned by the contents of the box would be a huge understatement.
Now, I'm no prude and I realize perfectly normal people can have unusual sexual desires and fetishes, but, I wasn't ready for what I saw. First, there were various lingerie items in the box – regular panties, frilly panties, crotchless panties, lacy bras and open cup bras. There were dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and even a strap-on harness and a paddle. Under the lingerie, there were several VHS video tapes neatly stacked with dates that were between fifteen and twenty five years old, and way down at the bottom of the box was a large brown padded envelope, obviously stuffed full of something. I probably should have just closed up the box and put it back under the bed, but, knowing Aunt Jane was gone and wouldn't be back for several hours, my curiosity got the best of me and I opened the padded envelope and looked inside to see what was in there.
What I found was hundreds of poloroid instant pictures, methodically arranged in bundles of ten pictures each with rubber bands around them. I sat there with my jaw open as I began to look through some of the pictures. It only took a matter of seconds for me to realize these were very private pictures – private pictures of my father from his college days, and pictures I was absolutely sure he wouldn't want me to see.
A mix of confusion and curiosity kept me looking, though. I was aghast to see picture after shameful picture of my father, and it was plainly obvious that he was naked and masturbating in front of the camera. Not just that, but many of the pictures showed him in embarrassing and humiliating poses; dressed in frilly panties, or bent over lewdly, being touched anally, and even being spanked. A little further into the stacks of pictures, he was photographed standing in front of a group girls with a pair of panties around his knees and he was obviously in the process of stroking himself. A picture or two later, I could easily recognize my (then) college aged mother and Aunt Jane, who were part of that group of girls. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine with the realization my father had been naked and masturbated himself in front of his own sister, my mother and who knows how many other college girls.
As I looked through the rest of the pictures, it became obvious that my mother and my Aunt Jane must have been present many different times when my father was photographed doing these things. There were pictures of Aunt Jane and my mother spanking him while other women watched, and a whole series of pictures with my father masturbating himself no more than a few inches from their faces. I literally dropped the pictures on the floor when I came across a picture of my naked father standing in front of several women while my Aunt Jane's fingers were obviously imbedded deeply into Daddy's butt. In each of the pictures, the women were smiling or laughing, and in all the pictures, my Dad appeared to be the center of attention.
There were other pictures, too – pictures of my naked father standing around with a beer bottle in his hand, talking and socializing with women. In some of them, his cock was hard and his erection pointed out in front of him as they seemingly chatted so nonchalantly. There were no other men in any of the pictures and as I looked through many bundles of pictures, four things were abundantly clear to me:
First, my Mom and Aunt Jane seemed to be the most prominent players in whatever activities were unfolding there. They were in most of the pictures; standing close to him – either in front or in back of him. Sometimes they were holding his penis or his balls, and in other pictures, they would be spanking him or in some way touching him in a personal and sexual way.
Second, my Father didn't seem to be putting up any kind of resistance at all. In fact, it looked like he was a very willing participant. Curiously, in almost every picture, there was a piece of lingerie involved. He was either wearing something, or, there were a pair of panties wrapped around his erection, over his face, or one of the women was rubbing him with something silky or taunting him with some kind of lingerie.
Thirdly, my Aunt didn't seem to have any qualms about seeing, touching or even sucking her brother – my father. In several pictures, my mother was photographed holding my father's hard cock while my Aunt kissed or sucked the head of his cock.
And lastly, I was both shocked and impressed by Daddy's majestic penis. I mean, my father had a seriously nice looking cock. You might think that would be a horrible thing for a daughter to say about her father, but, it's true. Honestly, his cock looked beautiful in those pictures – perfectly formed with a slight upward bend, and incredibly hard. Plus, I didn't overlook the fact he was easily eight inches long, if not longer.
Father or not, as I sat there looking through those pictures and the situations between my Mom, my aunt and my father, I had to admit I was getting turned on by what I was looking at. And, I had to admit to myself I was deeply affected on so many different levels. I have always been turned on by the thought of having a well built man masturbate to completion right in front of me – as if he was doing it purely for my enjoyment alone. Plus, what woman in her right mind wouldn't get excited over such a nice, rigid cock? It didn't matter to me that the cock making me wet was my father's, and judging from the pictures, Aunt Jane didn't appear to be bothered by the fact that the penis in her hands or, in her mouth was her brother's penis.
I simply couldn't get over how proud and beautiful Daddy's cock looked in those pictures! I've always fantasized about having unfettered access to a nice, hard cock to touch and look at. Nothing would please me more than to have a naked man, sporting a nice erection, displaying himself to me and letting me look at him as much as I wanted. I wouldn't need for there to be any words between us – no talk about love or infatuation – just the naked male and his hard, throbbing, dripping erection for me alone. What could be better?
So, in as much as I shouldn't have been turned on by pictures of my naked father, the truth is that I was incredibly aroused, and without another second of thought, I pushed my shorts down and started to rub myself feverishly between my legs. Lying back on the carpet with my legs spread wide, I held up one of the nastiest pictures and stared at it. The picture showed my mother holding a pair of panties to my father's face as he stroked his cock while my Aunt held the head of his penis in her mouth. Throwing out the last ounce of social acceptance in my mind, I stared at that picture as my fingers rubbed my moist pussy through my panties.
I began to imagine the panties being held to my father's face in the picture were my own panties – the ones I was rubbing and drenching right now. I imagined my mother holding them to his face and whispering nasty things in his ear as I knelt in front of him and held my own father's cock between my lips. She'd be saying things to him like, "Smell your daughter's panties, Mark," and asking him, "Do you like the smell of Emma's pussy, honey?" She'd be urging him to stroke himself off into my mouth and I'd be patiently waiting for him to cum. I wouldn't be sucking him - I'd just be waiting for him to make himself cum as he sniffed my panties and masturbated into my mouth.
Growing up at home with my parents, I was never really aware of my father's attraction to lingerie until I was in my last year of high school. I knew Mom was always buying new lingerie and I knew she used to model her bras and panties for him at night after I went to bed, but, I never thought much about it. After I graduated and turned eighteen, though, Mom seemed to be a little more daring around me.
I could always tell when Mom was being playful because she'd find some reason to walk around the house in just a tight t-shirt and a pair of skimpy panties. Each time she did it, I could feel the excitement grow between them as she fluttered around in front of him until they'd finally disappear into their bedroom and I wouldn't see them again until the next morning. I remember Mom once told me that all men were attracted to a woman in nice lingerie. "They can't resist it." She'd tell me. "They're like little boys in a candy store."
And, I found Mom's advice about bras and panties to be absolutely true. Not only did nice underwear make me feel prettier, it also made me feel sexier and I learned over time how to take full advantage of my lingerie with the guys I was really interested in. However, never once had I considered teasing my own father, and even though he'd seen me in my bra and panties numerous times around the house, I never once felt he was looking at me "like that", especially since I knew he loved my Mom so much.
But now, as I was lying on my back with my knees pulled up and my fingers shamelessly stroking my panty covered pussy, I was thinking about him...... about him sniffing my panties and stroking his beautiful cock while he inhaled my feminine scent.
I came to a thundering orgasm staring at the picture, and my fingers were literally drenched with the wetness that flowed out of my over heated vagina. And, as I lie there trying to catch my breath, I wondered what was on those old video tapes that were in the box. After all, I'd already seen the vibrators, dildos, butt plugs and pictures – what harm could there be in looking at the video tapes?
Sitting up, I reached into the box and pulled out several of the video tapes and looked at them. With the exception of a hand written date, none of the tapes were labeled. I shuffled them around to find the oldest one, thinking I might as well take a peek at them one at a time, from the beginning. As I stood up from the floor, my heart was fluttering wildly knowing I was going to boldly walk directly into Aunt Jane's living room and put the tape into her VCR player and hopefully stretch out on the floor in front of her TV and rub myself to another wonderful orgasm as I watched, what I hoped, was a video of the same kind of thing I saw in the pictures.
But, I froze solid when I turned and saw my Aunt Jane standing firmly in the doorway of the guest room with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I knew I should have moved that box." Aunt Jane said as she looked past me gazing at the pictures strewn out all over the floor, and, the opened box where she could clearly see I'd touched and handled each of the dildo's, vibrators and butt plugs.
