Mother I Need You

When the kids are in bed, and the second glass of gin is drunk, the parents take their clothes off and begin fucking with each other.

Dad has a new camera that he obsesses over, and loves to take pictures of everything he sees and everywhere he goes. He even has a darkroom set up in the basement, so he can develop the 35mm film.

He convinces his wife to pose for him, and she spreads out, a little tipsy, knowing that only he will see the photos. She may even get a charge out of it knowing that he'll jack off to her some lonely night, when she's asleep, and he's up late.

He keeps the negatives in a shoebox, unmarked, next to the spare screws in the basement, and time passes. When they move out of the house, most of the stuff goes into storage, and it's forgotten until the kids, along with their friends, who brought a couple bottles of red wine and Chinese food, inadvertently discover them.

Mom's dead now, and the friends don't want to embarrass their friends. They drop the negatives off at a local camera shop, that specializes in old reprints.

There must be hundreds of negatives in the boxes. The assistant manager goes through them and categorizes them and sees what he has seen so many of in the past - amateur photos of someone else's wife.

He sells them to a collector, who makes copies off the negatives and sells them to friends he knows. The real aspect of the photos are the selling point - they aren't studio-posed or glamorized. Someone convinced their wife or girlfriend to spread their legs for the eye of their camera.

She climbed up on the table and fingered her pussy, then raised her leg for her husband. Like it, honey? Wider, baby. Wait, do I hear the kids upstairs?


I love seeing you on the table where we eat breakfast every morning. I'll remember this tomorrow when I'm eating my Cheerios.

He eats her out, right there, and she comes. Then he fucks her on the table and comes in her hairy pussy moments later.