I got to class on time that day. I usually show up a little late, but Nicole Downy's cheerleading practice was right before class, so if I show up on time, I get to have a nice little show when she enters the room. Nicole has always been a crush of mine, but on this day she must have skipped the locker room, because she was wearing her two piece cheerleading uniform consisting of a barely existent mini skirt and a top that was practically a bra with buttons. And good god, two of those buttons were undone exposing her giant sweaty cleavage to my blessed eyes.
In the back of my mind, I was a little saddened by such a sexual display. I'm not a jock by any stretch, and I have trouble even talking to girls. I'm not ugly per-say, but I don't rake in girls by the dozens either. Because I usually mess it up, I've never spoken to Nicole before. So, while her bursting top and wavy skirt were a sight for sore eyes, I also felt the tinges of being so very alone when I looked at her. Don't get me wrong. I still looked. Of course I still looked. I'm 19 years old and I hadn't had sex in 6 months by this time.
I spent so long looking at Nicole even after she sat down that I didn't notice my sister come in and sit down next to me until she hit me to get my attention.
"Huh?"
"Dad said to give this to you." she said, pushing a laptop toward me on my desk. I was happy that dad was giving me his old laptop because I'm a bit of a computer guy, but I was a little preoccupied at the moment, so I stuttered back a half-apology and continued watching Nicole. Time must have moved on without my knowledge because soon enough it was time to leave. I stayed seated for a minute to watch Nicole trot out of the room and then headed to my car.
The ride home was uneventful, so I spent it thinking about what to do with my dad's computer. He had told me the screen wouldn't turn on, so there was probably just a power issue or a broken connection. I figured I could just take out the RAM, hard-drive, and the disk drive and trash the rest. Laptops don't have a lot of reusable components in them due to being so miniaturized. But I could at least be a little helpful and pull my dad's personal files off of it so he didn't lose all his stuff. He would probably want all the vacation photos and music, so I would just shove them onto a flashdrive for him later.
Arriving home, I didn't see my mom in any of the windows, so I decided to check out back before going in. Sure enough, she was there in a lounge chair by the pool. She was tanning, like always. She looked to be sleeping, so I headed inside to my room, being a little quieter than usual. I didn't want her to wake up, partly because she was trying to take a nap, and partly because she looked sexy in her tiny bathing suit. On either side of her bikini top, the swells of her breasts were exposed, giving my shorts a nice tent as I ran up the stairs.
I sat down at my desk, looking out the window to see my mother still tanning. She looked scrumptious. I took a moment to unscrew the hard-drive and plug it into my computer before returning to my show out the window. All of a sudden, she moved her hands up to top and undid the knots, revealing her large breasts. My excitement was increasing, as evidenced by the tent's extension another few inches. I imagined how it would feel to rub my hand down her chest, cupping those huge mounds, pinching her nipples. Then I realized I was being a bit of a pervert. I mean, my mom has got to be 40 years old. She's not interested in this kind of thing anymore, I thought.
A noise came from my computer that broke my concentration. The hard-drive was opened. Sweet, I just gained a couple hundred gigabytes of storage, I thought. I was going through a few folders to gather my dad's personal files when I ran into an archive that looked to be massive. It was at least a few gigs. It was labeled simply "Private".
I didn't even think twice about looking into it. And boy, am I glad I did. Splayed across my screen were rows and rows of photos of my mom. Some were tasteful, with her in a maid costume or a nun outfit. Others got pretty racy, including some that had her completely naked, sucking the cock of a man, who I assume was my father. There had to be thousands of these things. They must have been collecting them for years. I scrolled and scrolled, admiring my mother's large breasts, long legs, and shaved cunt spread open and impaled in every position imaginable. I had apparently misjudged my old mom. She was still very into sex and being naughty with my father. Or at least she had been. The pictures were dated, some years ago, but the dates on the pictures had stopped about 8 months before.
I felt a little bad for my mom, going so long without sex. She was still very attractive, with little to no sagging in her breasts, and still very thin. I couldn't imagine why my dad had gotten tired of her. I for one would cherish and fuck a body as nice as hers every day. And, now that I had years of her intimate pictures, I was going to. Looking out the window, I surveyed all the skin she had exposed that was now mine for the taking.
Within the picture folder there was also a folder full of videos, about 20 of them, all over 10 minutes long. Clicking on the first one, I watched as my mother talked to my dad in bed. He was insisting that they film themselves having sex and she was acting a little shy. After some length of convincing, she agreed to try it just this once. My dad can be very convincing at times. He usually gets what he wants, whether he asks for it or just takes it, so I understood when the image of my mom on my screen took the straps of her silk negligee and moved them down her arms.
Once again, I was staring at my mother's beautiful globes, now being rubbed and touched all over by my father's hands. She let him play around for a minute and then leaned forward and pulled down his underwear, where he now focused the camera.
She took his cock into her mouth instinctively and took him in all the way to his balls without gagging. I guess my mom is pretty good at sucking a cock. I'll have to remember that, I thought. I paused the video and looked out at her again. She had replaced her top and sat up, obviously expecting me to be home any minute.
