Most were stealthy shots of our family and friends, in carefree situations, that no one suspected that someone would take advantage of them in, and our son did.
There were even videos of women in our guest bathroom as they used the toilet.
In the mass of material, he had acquired you could see the advances to his technique of creeping, there were more and more, “money shots”, ever more exposed pussies, and ever more daring shots.
I was intrigued at seeing some of my friends “with their pants down”, but I will come back to that later.
He had professed at taking closeup up skirt pictures of every short skirt that he came across, and not just short skirts with their goods up for the offer.
As I analyzed the pictures he had taken of Annie and me, I found out that with time he has gotten so brazen that he uses every little opportunity that his presence gives him to perv out on us.
Closed doors don’t present an obstacle for him, nor is there a shred of privacy that is holy to him.
I found many clips of me and Annie using the toilet, meticulously categorized with names, places and times.
For months now he has been downloading our media content from our phones and keeping an eye on all of our activities.
Creepy!
This was my boy.
I made myself coffee and tried to process everything that I had found out about my son.
As far as I could tell, he was exploring sexuality, looking at the women around him and trying to find a place or role for each of us from his vicinity.
Along with pictures of our friends and family, there were pictures of women in porn that resembled us. The women were in specific poses and roles that he had imagined for them, us.
My “bitchy” girlfriend was depicted as a dominatrix in red leather getting her ass busted in every picture, while me and Annie were these cute, almost underaged, girls being fucked in every hole, smiling, surrounded by hard cocks, holding on to them with both hands and pasted with cum.
The graphic images, that my son has collected, had shown me that he is not as innocent as I had thought of him to be, while I collected his cum stained tissues strewn about his room.
Last night Mark told me to take it slowly, deal with it in my own way, on my own terms.
I returned to the pictures that Adam took of his cock, slowly looked through them, ordering them chronologically and watching his cock grow in time. Just like his father, I thought, and a pervert just like his father.
Mark had made me into this cumslut that I am today, I wasn’t innocent when he met me, I had developed the taste for cum by then, but the slut that I am today was all Marks doing. I had my kinks when I was young, but since I met Mark, the world of sex has been ever expanding for us.
He was right, our children are old enough to play with us, if they want to.
And so, I had made my decision, I was going to flirt with my son and with husband’s permission, so could he with our daughter, if she takes him up on it.
It was still early, Adam and Annie wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, Mark even later, I went to my room, got naked and pondered about how Adam would cherish these moments of my nakedness.