I studied the picture for a few moments, blinked, and then studied it a few more moments and a smile spread across my face.
OH MAN! She is so BUSTED!! I gleefully said to myself as I stuffed the picture back in the case and zipped it up. (Now I love my sisters mind you, but I was a little perturbed at the time that they didn't even ask me to go to Europe. Not that I could've afforded it, It still would've been nice to have been asked: paybacks gonna be a bitch though)
I made my way back towards the house trying to figure how best to use this glorious find to my complete advantage. Thinking it would take some careful inspection of each and every picture and a good deal of planning. When suddenly, clarity started creeping into my mind. All through the day the farther back I went into the garage the older everything got. This case was all the way in the back and it took me five hours...
"HOLY SHIT!"
I started running to my room still carrying what I now knew to be a models portfolio case...
MY MOTHERS PORTFOLIO CASE!
I got to my room in what would have been a world record if there was such an event. I slammed the door behind me and set the portfolio on the floor. I hurriedly kicked some clothes, magazines and boxes out of the way to make room, and immediately grabbed for the zipper on the portfolio. In my haste to confirm what I already knew to be true I nearly yanked the pull tab off the zipper, but then; success! The portfolio opened like a book and took up most of the floor, but there; lying before me were the answers I sought.
I dropped to my knees.
The large pieces of cardboard were in fact pages like in a scrapbook and there were dozens of them, all with various sized pictures on the front and back. (I need to interject again, My Mother and older sister Capri -it's actually Caprice but she prefers Capri- often get mistaken for sisters. My obvious faux-pas was due to the age of the person in the pictures) There was no denying who the model was now though, as my mothers stunning green eyes dazzled me from the pictures below.
Thrown in between most of the pages were dozens more loose pictures, such as the one that fell out in the garage. There were literally hundreds of pictures in all. I spread out some loose pictures and stared at them so hard I thought I would see through them, trying desperately to prove to myself I wasn't seeing what I was seeing. My prudish mother who never dated and hated cussing was laid out naked in every position imaginable. My head was swimming. An empty fluttering began in my belly.
One particular picture caught my eye. I picked it up and held it close to my face, studying every curve, every crevice. The picture was my mom on all fours with her beautifully tanned behind towards the camera showing the world where I came from, and at least part of me wanted to go back. (Actually the date on the back was from before I was born)
I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans and quickly pulled them down to give me a little "breathing room". My dick sprang up and slapped my belly; I couldn't believe I was getting hard looking at my mother.
( Now I don't know penis sizes, At this particular time I hadn't thought to measure, and my only basis for comparison were the pornos I'd watched. Compared to the male "actors" I figured I was larger than average. I learned differently)
It bothered me a little that I was getting hard as I looked at my beautiful mother, but I couldn't stop, I was mesmerized.
My eyes focused on the little lavender phallus that my mom was inserting in her rectum, then back to the moistness of her pussy and once again to her rectum. Both looked so inviting, I wanted to be that dildo.
My upper lip began to perspire, my ears were ringing softly, moistness gathered under my eyes and my hand involuntarily raised so that my thumb could gently rub my hardening right nipple through the shirt I had on. Each gentle flick sending a surge of electricity to my ever hardening manhood.
I licked my lips and my breathing became shallow and erratic.
My friend was throbbing now. I set the picture down where I could still "study" it and gently squeezed the head of my cock to try and relieve some of the pressure...to no avail. It twitched, it throbbed and it started to ache. The squeeze turned into a rub, the rub turned into a stroke and then there was no turning back. I was pleasuring myself to an erotic picture of my mother. I continued gently flicking my nipple alternating occasionally when one started to lose sensitivity or get tender.
I also continued to study the picture of my mom and was fascinated with the moistness of her obviously tight, velvety looking, hairless lovehole. The way her asshole puckered around the toy. The gentle curves where her ass cheeks met her legs. The sexy dimples at the small of her back. The beauty of her perfect breasts dangling there begging for attention. The flawless olive skin that encased the perfect body. The silky black hair that framed the gorgeous face that looked into the beyond and showed nothing but passion, nothing but lust and pleasure.
She was a goddess!! How could I have lived with this woman for 18 years and never noticed the raw sexuality she possessed?
I had no lubrication and I couldn't be bothered to get lotion, I was transfixed on the picture in front of me. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs though, holding back my drool, so I did what came natural. I stopped my stroking long enough to spit into my hand and smear the spit on the end of my hard member. Ahh! I muttered, as I was free to stroke as quickly as possible now.
I continued stroking, flicking, staring, stroking, flicking, staring. My tempo only slowing when I needed to rewet my penis. I was getting close to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm. My breathing was erratic, my body was on fire. Thousands of tiny pin pricks coursed over my skin. I could no longer focus on the picture it was just a blur, but no matter; every detail was emblazoned into my mind. I put my head back and closed my eyes and there she was my beautiful mom, my fantasy come to life. A smile spread across my face as a feeling of total freedom and total happiness surged in my soul. I continued pleasuring myself. The turmoil in my ball sac let me know I was close to flooding the room with my load. My cock started to pulsate. My impossibly beautiful, sexy as hell mother still a vivid picture in my mind and then...
"Priest, are you home?"
"Unh hunh!" I responded, still stroking, still flicking, still smiling. I could hear the front door closing. "I had time!" I thought to myself
"The garage looks great baby, you deserve a special treat"...
"OH GAWD!! Treat me good baby!" I muttered to myself still stroking, still flicking, still smiling.
"What's that Hon, I didn't hear?" she responded.
"Oh shit!" She was right outside my door...it was too late I was way past the point of no return. "Noth...ing" I blurted
"Well sweetheart, I'm taking you to dinner."
"I'm cu...mmming!" I half replied back.
"No rush." she stated. "I need to hop in the shower."
"Shower!?" I quickly remembered a picture I saw
earlier... there... there it was. I focused as best I could through bleary eyes on a picture of my mom standing in a shower facing me. Her wet jet black hair hanging over one side of her face. Her beautiful olive skin glistening with wetness and lather as she provocatively reached up and tweaked the underside of her hardened nipples. Water cascaded down her belly dripping from her cleanly shaven womanhood that was just hinting at the presence of her pouty inner lips. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it in mock oral as she looked longingly into the camera with her incredibly green catlike eyes, lustfully begging me to climax... I did.
That picture coupled with my mother's sing-song voice trailing down the hall sent my body rigid. The first shot of cum escaped me like a bullet. So incredibly intense it shot six feet in front of me, leaving a trail of sperm across the portfolio and carpet. I quickly grabbed a shirt that was lying on the ground next to me and held it in front of my dick as I continued to explode. Trying desperately not to yell out as a massive amount of cum was collected into that poor shirt. My body rocked back and forth as I convulsed upon my knees. My head felt like it had a spin cycle and jerked around violently. My heart felt like it would explode and my ass cheeks were starting to spasm. I shuddered as the last stream of cum left my cock and I collapsed towards the bed. The muscles in my face felt tight as they slowly relaxed into an utterly blissful smile. I milked my tender cock of its remaining fluid into the makeshift cumrag and rested there. My knees on the floor and my head resting on the edge of the bed. My ass muscles slowly unclenched. My breathing became bearable again and my heart tried to remember what normal was. I was content to lay there as the world came back into focus....But!
I heard my Moms shower go on and I popped up. Quickly, I mopped up the cum from the first shot... (Luckily the pages had clear plastic over them)...and then hurriedly gathered the pictures, stuffed them back into the portfolio, slammed it shut not bothering to zip it and shoved it under the bed. I ran around the room gathered the loose clothes and the cumrag and threw them in the hamper.
