Sorting through my moms stuff after her death, I found some pictures in a folder. The pictures were of her sucking off a very well endowed guy, and two especially were of her taking the same guys (Tattoo's) huge cock from behind. It appears somebody else took the pictures from the angle they were shot from, and it also appears she was enjoying herself a whole lot.
It couldn't have been my father, as they'd split up years before. It was only continuing to go through her things, did I discover a letter. The letter was from a man I knew/know very well and it went through a heap of things which reading it, began to make sense.
The pictures had indeed been taken by a third party and the words went on to explain how much the man fucking my mother had enjoyed the sex. The person, a woman taking the pictures, was the wife (They're divorced now) of the man fucking my wife and they's apparently both had sex with my mom.
I found another latter and a picture stapled to it. The letter was a love letter and the picture was of my mom and the male on a mountain trail. A trail I'd walked myself with my parents when I was young. The letter was saying how much he'd missed her over a period of time and how he looked forward to pleasuring her again soon.
After reading the letter, I did something which has changed my life.
Texting Olly, he answered back almost immediately. His text said we should meet and I should bring the pictures and the letters.
In a cafe bar in the middle of the day, I met my moms youngest brother. I met the man who's cock I'd seen deep inside my moms asshole and I looked at him and felt my pussy quiver.
We chatted quietly for nearly half an hour, about their long standing love affair and the fact they'd been having sex since my mom seduced him when he was only fourteen. Even then it turns out he was known for having a massive cock. And my mom being the sexually needy person she always was, had persuaded her youngest brother to fuck her.
Sat beside him as we spoke in hushed tones, I couldn't help but get turned on as he spoke to me about times they'd meet up for sex. He even told me he'd once had sex with my mom when I was taking a dip in the pool at his home one bright sunny day. The crazy thing is, I remembered hearing my mom moan and thought at the time it was because she'd banged her already broken toe.
Asking me finally what i wanted to do with the material, I told him he should have it. Passing him it, we touched hands and it was at that point I knew if he asked me to, I'd have sex with my uncle.
Nothing happened, although when we kissed to say goodbye, it wasn't a kiss of family pecks. The kiss was a full blown passionate kiss. And I felt his hand reach under my skirt, his fingers touching my pussy though my panties.
We parted and I saw an old woman staring at us. She smiled that knowing smile at me and I blushed. Not from her seeing what we'd done, but from the knowledge I wanted to feel the same large cock fucking me as it had with my mom.. This was all two months ago. In a fortnight from now I've agreed to stay over at Olly's home. It's going to be after a service for my mom and already he's told me if I want to I can sleep in the same room as him.
I know I shouldn't, but with each passing day I want to experience what my mom did. And I want to know what it feels like to have such a monster cock taking both of my fuck holes.