The most interesting thing for Mark and me that night was that we had discovered our son’s obsession about the women’s naked body, and that he had no shame to pursue his obsession.
Looking at the folder labeled “SIS” my husband was treated to his first look at our daughter’s naked pussy. Our son has documented and collected an even greater number of naked pictures of his sister than he had of me.
Not all of his assortment was collected firsthand, there were obvious “selfies” of our daughter taking pictures of her own ass and pussy, in various states of dress and as she played with herself.
As with some of the pictures of me, Adam had probably swiped our phones, from time to time, and stolen pictures that I was taking for Mark, or Annie for some boyfriend of hers.
It didn’t take long for me to get over being angry with my son, now that Mark “hacked” his computer and I could see all that he had, I had calmed down.
Memories of my childhood kept returning to me as we looked at the forbidden pictures.
Mark was quiet on the bed next to me, cradling the computer in his lap as he browsed the contents for me.
While we looked at the pictures her brother had of Anne, I noticed Mark taking his time admiring his daughter’s charms.
Being her mom, Annie and I frequently saw each other naked, so pictures of her naked pussy weren’t as impressive to me as they were to her father.
I watched Mark as he studied the pictures Annie had taken of herself as she played with her “kitty”. I saw as the keyboard lurch a couple of times while we were flicking through her album.
“What can I say honey, we have two pervert kids.” Mark said with a smile on his face.
I had gotten out of bed and was taking my clothes off while he ogled our daughter in the pictures our son had inadvertently prepared for him.
In the privacy of our bedroom both of us are usualy naked, tonight I had been so upset, that I had climbed on top of our bed with all of my clothes on. Now, as I stripped, Mark watched me from the bed.
“All I can say, after seeing all of this, is that our son has good taste in women.” His words followed me as I went to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and let out a pent-up stream of pee splash into the bowl reverberating into the bedroom.
“He has pictures of me as I shaved my pussy!?” I yelled to Mark, “the gall of that boy, wasn’t he afraid that I would see him, catch him in the act?”
“He probably was, but that is part of the thrill, isn’t it honey?” Mark replied, hinting at all of the risqué things that we were up to.
“I wonder if I should be flattered for getting so much of his attention, or am I just his victim of opportunity?”
“There’s no escaping the fact of opportunity, for both of you and Annie, but he has so many pictures of the both of you, that he could have stopped taking them a long time ago, if he wasn’t into the two of you so much.” Mark yelled to me in the bathroom.
“Yeah, I thought so too, so what should I do? Call him out on it?”
“There’s no rush, baby, the important thing is that you know, and now that you know, you can deal with it in your own way, in your own time.”