The Photo Album [M solo] [m solo] [masturbation] – Part 1

This is all fiction.

Let me know if you liked it.

=====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 unceremonsoly 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 similiar 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 whisps 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 realitives.

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.

=====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 them 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 a 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 similiarly.

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 similiarly 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.

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 benfiting 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 revel 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 spead the lips apart just a bit more and see her beuatiful 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 embarrasement 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.

“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, seemily 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 aerola 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 baseball 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.

============Part III==================

A few weeks passed, and Devon and I continued on life as if nothing had happened. He didn’t mention anything to me, nor I to him.

One afternoon I found myself at the mall picking up a new rake at the hardware store. Next door to the hardware store was a bookstore. I hadn’t really been planning on doing it today, but more than once I had thought about buying Devon a softcore porn magazine — it would expound his masturbation material collection by 1000%. I remembered being a young teenager and trying to find things to beat off to. If someone had bought be a porn magazine, I’d had been over the moon.

I picked up an artsy magazine, somewhat similiar to Playboy but with fewer articles, that included about 50 pages of nudes. The magazine was wrapped in plastic so it couldn’t be previewed in the store. I bought it with cash (didn’t want Samantha to happen to see the bill and ask which book I bought) and headed to the car. I opened it, was relieved that it was all solo-female material. I was glad, as I certainly didn’t want to introduce him to Bukkake!

The photos were all done in an artsy manner – interesting lighting and poses. The models were all good looking, but not Playboy centerfold types. I’m sure that wouldn’t really matter to Devon anyway. Some had large breasts, some small. Some had full hairy beavers, some were shaved. There was no pink to be seen – it was all softcore, and I thought was probably a good starting point for his porn viewing.

I tucked it into my briefcase and headed home.

After dinner I had a chance to sneak the magazine out and slip into his room without anyone noticing. Samantha and the kids were cleaning up from dinner, and they’d all be busy for 5 or 10 minutes. I unzipped the hockey bag in his closet and put in the magazine.

The porn fairy had paid Devon a vist.

I didn’t plan on mentioning it to him – I’d just let him find it on his own. He obviously would know that I put it there, which was fine with me.

That weekend, Samantha and Tristan were out of the house for 3 or 4 hours at a soccer game, and then a birthday party. Soon after they left I decided to take a shower and start my day (yard work, house work, etc.)

A boundry that we usually respected in the house was not entering the bathroom when someone else was in there. We weren’t puritans, but we just didn’t enter the bathroom (or bedroom) when it was in use.

However, as I was just about to finish up with my shower, I noticed the bathroom door open.

“Devon?” I asked, somewhat loudly over the sound of the shower.

“Yeah, it’s me”

“What’s up?” I expected him to say that he had set the toaster on fire and didn’t know how to put it out, or that the water dispenser in the refridgerator was broken and pouring out onto the floor.

“Um, just wanted to say thanks for the little present that you left the other day.”

“Oh, which one was that?” I asked.

“You know, the one in my hockey bag. I think that you left something in there for me.”

I finished rinsing my hair and turned off the shower. I was thinking that I could stay in the shower and send him away. Or I could stay in and finish the conversation over the top of the frosted glass sliding door. However, the conversation about providing him with the porn had turned me on a bit, so I decided that he had just pushed a boundry, and I was going to as well.

I opened the slider. This meant that I was facing Devon while totally naked. He was standing just inside the bathroom door, which was about 3′ away from the shower.

(As an aside, not entering the bathroom or bedroom means that we don’t see each other naked. He certainly hadn’t seen me naked since he was a toddler.)

He didn’t really check me out – perhaps he was nervous for me to see his eyes travel below my neck.

“So, you liked the magazine I got?” I asked.

“Um, yeah” he responded.

“Tell me about it. Are there some hot chicks in there? I didn’t really closely look at it.” As I was saying this, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel. I covered my face with it and dried my hair. This is a pretty standard post-shower activity, but it also meant that I was giving Devon permission to check me out if he wanted to, without me seeing him. I wasn’t really embarassed being naked in front of him, and if he wanted to look, I was happy to oblidge him.

“Yeah, there are a few in there. One girl has like huge bazoomba’s, but she’s kinda short, so they look funny on her.”

“Oh, that sounds weird. I’ll have to check that one out” I responded lighthartedly.

“Do you want to me to get it so you can see it now?” Devon asked.

I hadn’t really meant that I wanted to see it right at that second in time, but I realized that we were alone, and this was a pretty safe place for him, so I thought it was fine. “Sure, go get it.”

I suppose I could have pulled on my underwear and shorts in the time that he was gone, but I decided to stay naked. It just felt ‘wrong’ to do so, so I was enjoying it.

Devon come back 60 seconds later, and put the magazine on the counter. He opened up the page to the chick with the big tits.

“Oh, yeah, look at her. I’m surprised she hasn’t fallen over with those things.” He laughed.

“What else is in here?” I asked, taking the liberty of turning the page.

The photos were pretty tame, as I had expected, but some were still hot. I do particularly like the small breasted girls, and especially if they were shaved too. After flipping a few pages, I did land on just one such photo. She looked to be 20 years old or so, but was petite. Her legs weren’t really spread at all, but were just open enough so you could see her vaginal cleft and get a sense of the thickness of her labia major.

“Oh, hmm, this is one that I sort of like” I said to Devon. “She has the kind of little boobs that I like.”

“Yeah, I see” he said. As the magazine was on the counter and we were both standing side by side in front of it, my naked prick was at counter-height and available for his full view. I was starting to get hard.

“Huh, well those girls do it to me every time! Does, um, that happen to you too?” I asked.

“Uh, I guess a litt bit.”

“I have to say it’s a little strange having you walk in to the bathroom when I’m in here naked and have you bring this nudie magazine to look at, and you have your clothes on, but I don’t.”

I was silent for a moment, then added “Would you feel weird if you took off your clothes too?”

I felt a little like I was trying to talk a 16 year old girl into letting me feel her up or see down her shirt or something, but this was my own son I was encouraging to take off his clothes.

“Do you want me to?” Devon asked.

“Well, only if you want to. But I’m naked, so I thought you might want to be as well.”

“OK, um, I guess so” I couldn’t tell if he was being authentically cautious, or if he was just playing. Either way, he started to pull off his shirt, and then pull down his shorts. He paused for a minute when he got to his boxers, looked over at my semi-hard cock, then lowered them all the way.

I didn’t check him out fully, as I didn’t want him to be too self-conscious. However, I did look just enough to see that he had a nice sized prick on him.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

We flipped through some more of the pages, each of us getting an erection in the process.

“I hadn’t really been planning on doing it this morning since I need to get that yard mowed before your mom gets home, but I think that I might go spend a few minutes in my study, um, by myself, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, um, maybe I will too” Devon responded.

“Dad, do you want the photo album to, um, study? I don’t think that you really got a lot of time to look at it that other time, did you? And it’s been in my room since then.”

“Sure, that would be nice. Like those couple of photos in your new magazine, I do like the girls with the smaller breasts and who are more petite. Lots of the photos in the ablum are like that.”

“Even your mom” Devon said with a grin.

“Yes, even my mom” I smiled back.

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