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 Author: Marku
Title: The Photo Album
Part: 2 of 3
Summary: A photo album of naked family members from years gone past
provides irresistible for father and son
Keywords: Msolo msolo
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   =====Part II ======

   Two weeks had passed, and we had finally gotten mom packed up and moved
into the nursing home, and her belongings appropriately split up.

   I had carried the box with the album into our basement myself the week
prior, so I was sure that it got there.  I put it into the corner in an out
of the way place so I knew where it was.  Devon and Samantha were down
there too helping to organize everything, and Samantha asked Devon to move
the box to another shelf.  In doing so, I saw Devon open the top of the box
to see what was inside of it, and he realized that the album was in there.
He certainly didn't say anything about it.

   As much as I wanted to rescue the album and closely examine all the
photos, things were busy at home and work, and I didn't really get a chance
to go down into the basement for a few days.  When I finally had a work
from home day scheduled, I was delighted to be able to get the album and
spend a little "private time" with the photos in my bedroom.  Once Samantha
and the boys were out of the house, I did a little work so my boss knew I
was online, then went downstairs to get the album out of the box.

   I never really had an oedipus thing for my mom, but for some reason
seeing the photo of her with her vagina open for display really got me
going.  I particularly liked seeing her at the cusp of womanhood.  It's an
age that I have always had a secret sexual fetish about.  I was giddy with
anticipation in seeing it again - as well as all the other photos of her,
her siblings as well as their friends.

   I approached the shelf in the basement and opened the box.  However, the
album was gone.

   Had Samantha found it and thrown in away?  Unlikely, as she had always
run her decisions on moms stuff past me.  If she had found it, I'm sure
that she'd have said she found some old photos of my mom and her family,
and asked if it ok if she got rid of them.

   It didn't take me too long to realize that Devon was the likely the
culprit.  He knew where the album was, and and as a teenage boy, would also
have a keen interest in seeing people without their clothes on.

   I returned upstairs and headed to his room.  We didn't live in a big
house, and his room was about the only place where he could realistically
hide it without expecting someone else to stumble upon it.  I looked under
his bed, in his drawers and behind his bookshelf.  No luck.

   In his closet, there was a bag of his ice hockey gear that was waiting
for the next season.  It stunk of stale sweat, as does all hockey gear.  No
parent would ever open that without good cause.  It was about the only
place I hadn't looked yet, so I unzipped it - and found the album.

   The house was quiet while I contemplated what I should do.  I didn't
really have any excuse to have accidently found it, so I couldn't really
confront him about it.  Devon didn't really have any reason to put it back
downstairs any time soon, as he likely assumed that no one had any interest
in seeing it again.  So I couldn't just wait for it to reappear in a week,
as that may not have ever happened.

   It had been 30 minutes or so since I had been online, and I knew that I
couldn't stay away from the computer forever.  My boss sometimes sent
simple emails to the employees when they were working from home, knowing
that they should be able to respond in just a few minutes.  If I got one of
those emails and didn't respond for 2 hours, I could be in trouble.

   I figured that I needed to just spend a few minutes right then and there
looking at it, and get it back into the closet.  I suppose that I could
have gone into my room, but it didn't really occur to me at the time.

   I sat on Devon's bed and flipped open the photos.  I had probably seen
every photo already, but only briefly at one time or another, and hadn't
really "enjoyed" them.

   While I have seen child sex abuse photos online in the past, I think
that they are deplorable, and the harm to the child far surpases any sexual
pleasure that anyone may get from them.  While many of moms photos included
5, 6, and 7 year olds, the kids weren't being violated or harmed in any
way. In fact, as mom herself had said, they represented some of her fondest
memories.  I can only assume that the other children pictured felt
similarly.

   As I looked through the photos, I realized that there were about 5
photos from each summer, over the course of about 5 years.  They weren't in
order, but I saw mom start at about age 7 or 8 as a flatchested child, and
end up at age 12 or 13 with just the beginning of pubic hair and budding
breasts.

   I also got to see her siblings progress similarly through the years. 
What I didn't quite expect to enjoy as much as I did was seeing Bobby
progress from a small 10 year old to a well developed 15 year old.  At an
early age, his penis was pretty normal (as far as I could tell, anyway) but
by about 15 he showed that he was pretty well endowed.

   As I was looking at the photo of him as a 15 year old, I felt my own
prick harden a little bit.  I've never really been attracted to men (or
boys) but seeing him develop over the years seemed to be something a little
special.  It also made me wonder what Devon looked like - he would be about
the same age.

   I finally got to the photo that I had been waiting for.

   I knew that I needed to hurry and get back to work, so I lowered my
sweatpants and grabbed a couple of Kleenex from Devon's nightstand.

   I started to slowly beat off while looking at the photo of mom.  She
really was beautiful.  She was happily playing a board game with another
kid, and (I'm sure) wasn't meaning to show off her privates, but alas she
was, and here I was 60 years benefiting from her decision.

   Only one nipple was visible in the photo, the other being covered up by
her raised knee.  There wasn't great detail, but I could tell that it was
just a little puffy and starting to become a breast.  She probably wouldn't
need a training bra for a year or so, but if she got cold and was wearing
something thin, I'm certain that it would show through a bit.

   Her vagina was generally small and didn't have many characteristics of
what an adult woman would have.  However, she had a few strands of hair on
top, and her thin outer lips were just stretched open enough by her
position to reveal her small inner lips.  As I beat off harder, I wished I
could zoom in and see her in more detail.  I yearned to be able to spread
the lips apart just a bit more and see her beautiful vagina in all its
glory.

   I was getting close to climaxing when Devon appeared out of nowhere in
his doorway.

   "Dad, what are you.....Oh, God - Dad!?"

   I screamed at him, mostly out of annoyance and embarrassment than
anything else.

   "Why are you here?  What are you doing at home?"

   I had pulled his blanket over my lap, but it was pretty obvious what I
had been doing.  "Why?"

   "Sorry dad, they sent me home from school early today.  The nurse called
mom."

   "Huh, what?  they sent you home early?" I said, trying to pull up my
sweatpants and underwear underneath his blanket.

   "I guess someone had lice at school, so the nurse checked all the kids
in my class.  She said that they found nits in my hair, so i had to go home
until they were all gone."

   "Why didn't your mother come and get you?"

   "Geez dad, I don't know.  I think mom said something to the nurse about
me just walking home because she knew you were home today."

   "Oh, um, well, ok" I stammered, not sure how to end this.  "Sorry for,
um, being in your room" I said standing up and closing the photo album.

   "Why were you in here anyway dad?"

   "Well, I, um, needed that album and I noticed that you had taken it from
the basement, young man." I tried to sound upset to see If I could win back
some credibility as a parent.

   "You needed the album with photos of your mom, uncle and aunts naked?"

   "It's a family album, and I needed it, and it was gone.  So I had to
locate it."

   "Well, it's clear that you located it Dad.  I just don't understand why
you were, um, doing that with the album, though."

   "That's private, and I'm an adult.  It's none of your business."

   "OK, sorry Dad." Devon said, seemingly somewhat ashamed.

   "Why did you have it up in your room?"

   "Well, I saw it in the basement, and I thought that, um, I might want to
see the photos a little more clearly than I had last week."

   "Oh, I see." He of course had wanted the album for the same reason I did
- in spite of the fact that the subject of these photos were family, then
were still humans.  Humans who were naked.  Humans for whom it was
enjoyable to look at.

   We we both quiet for a minute, then I continued: "And did you see the
photos a little better once you had them up in your room?"

   "Um, I dunno.  I guess so." Devon responded, not really knowing if he
was "allowed" to confess to masturbating to the album or not.

   "Well, to be honest, I also wanted to see the photos a little more
clearly" I responded.  "I didn't get a chance to look at them very closely
before, and wanted to see them in better light and, er, study the detail a
bit."

   "Yeah, it sure looked like you were studying the detail" Devon said.  I
think he immediately was worried that he crossed over a line, but I let it
go.

   "Yes, I suppose I was studying it a bit.  Did you also, um, study those
photos a bit too?" I assumed that Devon knew what I meant.

   "No, I haven't really been able to.  I only went downstairs to find that
album yesterday and then put it right away in my closet.  I haven't had any
time yet to, um, study the details at all."

   "Oh, I see.  Sorry about that" I said.  "I flipped through the photos,
but stopped to study a little longer on the one of your nana sitting on the
bench.  That's a good one."

   "Yes, I did see that one quickly.  It did look like there were more
things in that photo to 'study'.  "

   We both sort of chuckled, realizing that we were talking about our
desire to masturbate to a photo of mom/grandmom taken when she was a kid.

   "Um, Dad?"

   "Yes?"

   "You studied the photo or your mom a little bit today before I got home.
Do you think that there are any photos of my mom like that, that maybe I
could study?"

   I'm sure that I disappointed Devon when I told him that, as far as I
knew, there were no naked photos of his mother as a pre-teen floating
around.  "Maybe you'll find one when you pack her out of her house in 30
years!" I added, which caused us both to laugh.

   "I do need to get back to my work computer, but I do have one thing that
maybe will satisfy you a little bit.  Wait here."

   "ok" Devon said, not knowing where I was going or what I was doing.

   I went to my office and opened an old car manual that I had on my shelf.
In it was a photo that I had taken of Samantha topless 12 or so years ago.
We didn't have much of a romantic life anymore, and I in fact rarely even
saw her naked any longer.  However, I did have this one photo that I
snapped of her brushing her teeth before bed without a shirt on.  Her boobs
were still pretty large since she had had Devon only a year or two prior.
The areola were particularly dark and quite large.  They had shrunk back a
little since then, but at the time of the photo, they were about as large
as a tennis ball in diameter.  My study is where I often masturbate, and I
do "use" that photo on occasion when I want to think about Samantha.

   I returned to Devon's room with the photo.

   "Your mom would kill me if she knew that I had this photo still, and
would certainly kill us both if she found you with it." I handed it to him.

   "wow" Devon said, looking at her boobs.  "They are pretty big here."

   "Yeah, that was a couple of years after you were born, but she may have
still been breastfeeding you, so they probably were still big from that. 
They have certainly shrunk down a bunch since your brother was born."

   "Devon, listen.  I have to go back to work, but if you wanted to, ya
know, study that photo, or those in the album, in your room, I don't really
mind."

   "Really dad?" Devon responded, trying not to smile too much.

   "In fact, that hockey bag is a pretty good hiding spot.  I'm sure that
your mother would never in a million years look in there for anything.  Go
ahead and keep that photo with the album, and hide them back in the bag
when you are done."

   "Thanks Dad."

   "Just out of curiosity, do you have other photos hidden that you study
in here too?"

   Devon looked sideways, trying to figure out how he should answer.

   "Um, not now I don't.  I um had something from Freddy, but i had to give
it back to him."

   "Uh huh, I see.  And what about online?"

   "No, you have the internet locked down pretty good.  Plus I was always
worried that if I tried to look at anything, you'd find out about it."
Devon knew that I ran a server in my office that monitored the internet
network in the house.

   "Yes, I suppose.  Just didn't know if you had found a way around that."

   "Not yet" he smiled.

   "Maybe you are old enough for a little more exposure to the world of
adult material.  We can talk about it later on when we're together again."

   "Ok, thanks Dad."

   I left Devon with the photos of his grandmother, her siblings, as well
as the one of his mother, and went back to my office to try to work.  I'm
sure that he was going to enjoy himself for a little while.



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