Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Marku Title: The Photo Album Part: 1 of 3 Summary: A photo album of naked family members from years gone past provides irresistible for father and son Keywords: Msolo msolo Email me ideas or encouragement. Let me know if you enjoyed the story, and which parts in particular you liked. I like hearing your feedback, and particularly how my stories relate to your fantasies as well: (Via ASSTR Email system): https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=SVGEPRCRSMNJFWPOFHGK All parts of this story are here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Marku/Mommy/The%20Photo%20Album/ This is fiction. Enjoy! =====Part I ====== My mom was getting older. She lived alone and had fallen twice in the past year. It was time to move her to a nursing home where someone could look in on her and make sure she was eating and taking care of herself. Mom had always been a hippie. Her parents lived for a time on a commune in Minnesota, and mom and her three siblings were raised in that lifestyle. I had always known this, but it was just an interesting factoid. My wife Samantha and I, and our boys Tristan (8) and Devon (14) had been spending our weekends for the past month at my mom's house cleaning it out, identifying what she would take with her to the home, what should be sold, trashed, given away, etc. There was a large box in the cramped attic that my son and I struggled to get down through the narrow stairway. The cardboard was pretty flimsy, and we unceremoniously dropped the box on the ground as we got to the bottom step. Mom was monitoring all the movements in her house. She wanted to be sure that no prized family heirlooms were accidently thrown away. "Be careful!" mom scolded us. "That's the box that I got when your Aunt Jean died." Jean was mom oldest sister who had passed away a few years prior. We had moved some of her things into mom's house at the time. There was a fur coat in the box and some small wrapped packages knick-knacks. There were also 3 photo albums. One album was somewhat large. It contained the wedding photos of Jean and her husband. He had died quite young, and Jean never remarried nor had kids. Mom picked out this album and opened up some of the pages. "Oh they were such a pretty couple" she said, and I could tell that she was a little sentimental. I picked up one of the other albums and quickly flipped through. It was contained snapshots of Jean on her many world travels. There were pictures of her in Paris, Madrid, London and more. Devon picked out the last album, which was a bit older and smaller than the others. He opened it, and I heard a little gasp come out of his mouth. "Oh, um" he said. "What do you have there?" I inquired. He handed me the album, and I was just as surprised as he was to see a photo of three naked kids standing in front of a lake. Mom saw the photo and the album, and realized that it photos of her family growing up. "Oh my" she said, her eyes lighting up. "I can't believe that Jean had this album and I didn't realize it." She flipped forward to some other photos while Devon and I looked on. "These are all our family at the resort we used to go to in the early 1950s, after the war." While I wasn't looking directly at them, I could tell that the other photos contained equally-unclothed subjects. "Wait...mom - you all went to a clothing optional resort?" "Yes, but it wasn't optional. No clothes at all were allowed. It was quite the rage then - at least in the circles that my parents travelled in. We used to get a cabin for 2 weeks every summer and do all the usual summer camp things; boat, fish, hike." Devon and I were silent while mom stood there next to us, leaning on her cane, looking fondly at pictures of her and her siblings, and their friends, naked. "This brings back such good memories of my life as a youngster. Times were certainly simpler then. No worries about anything other than getting too many mosquito bites!" There were only about 25 photos, and it took mom just 3 or 4 minutes to look through them all. She mentioned some names here and there, but didn't say much as she looked through them. Once finished, she said "Look how young we were then, and how much fun we were having. It was so great there" as she handed me the album, open to one of the photos. It was her and her siblings. Jean was probably 16 or so, with the rest of the kids (2 girls and a boy) each a few years younger than the next. Devon and I looked at the photo. While it wasn't a close-up, it did include only the four of them in the frame. As such, there was some amount of detail that was visible. For example, we could see that Jean and Bobby, the only boy, were the only two who had any pubic hair. (It wasn't that I was looking for this, but it was apparent just quickly looking at the photo.) Mom and her other sister Mary were still undeveloped kids. "Well, I guess I can't very well put a naked photo of myself on my bedside table at the home, so you might as well put that with my stuff that you'll throw away once I die." "Nana!" Devon said, not appreciating hearing his grandma talking about her death. I put the album back in the box, and Devon and I picked the whole thing up and struggled to get it downstairs into the garage for final sorting. We had a busy afternoon, but I did find myself in the garage alone for a few moments. I quickly opened the album and glanced through the photos - most of which I hadn't really been able to see well earlier. Most were similar to the one that mom had shown me earlier. A full frame shot of some number of kids standing in front of the lake, or with bicycles or boats, all without clothes on. However, there was a certain photo that was a little closer shot than the others. It was of a girl of about 12 sitting on a bench playing checkers with a boy sitting next to her. After looking at her face for a minute, I realized that the girl was my mother. She had one foot up on the bench "hugging" her knee, while her other foot was on the ground. I'm sure that this was just a comfortable position for her, and the photographer probably didn't think much of it. However, this position had the unmistakable effect of opening up her vagina just a little bit for the camera to see. She had just a few wisps of pubic hair on her vagina, but it was otherwise fully visible and exposed. All of the other photos that I had seen in the album were of kids standing up, which of course meant that for the girls, just the tops of their vaginal cleft was visible, particularly if they didn't yet have any pubic hair. This one seemed to be the only one that was a little graphic and showed what we would now call "a little pink." And it was of my mother. At age 12. And I loved it. My dick twitched a bit while I looked at this photo, but I had to put it away when I heard voices approaching. My wife was being particularly brutal in terms of what we were moving into our basement, as she didn't want it to become a dumping ground for junk that was never to see the light of day again. Even some of the clothes that she had promised mom to hang on to were going to go straight to Goodwill. I had to be cautious in terms of where the album was placed so that Samantha didn't find it. I wasn't really worried about her seeing the photos necessarily, but I just didn't want her to mark it for the trash heap. Afterall, while these photos may be "cute" for sharing within the family, it is a little strange to hang on to naked snapshots of elderly or dead relatives. After some box switching and distraction, I had managed to get the album into a box headed for our basement. I had planned to send it home, then find a better place to hide the best photos. Afterall, it was unlikely anyone was ever going to ask us about the album every again. All parts of this story are here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Marku/Mommy/The%20Photo%20Album/