He keeps looking

I pounded my fists against the storage room door and screamed as loud as I could: “STOP IT RIGHT NOW, YOU PERVERTED PIECE OF SHIT! Leave the photos alone! This is none of your business! OPEN THE DOOR!”

My voice echoed dully in the cramped, dusty room. But I knew it was pointless. Jeremy was on the other side, had the whole apartment at his disposal—all the rooms, all the closets, all my mother’s secrets. And me? I was sitting in here like an idiot, without a cell phone, without anything. Just with that damn wedding photo in my hand, showing my own mother’s naked pussy… and a rock-hard cock pressing painfully against my pants. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

From outside came only his dirty, triumphant laugh.

“Shut the hell up, loser. You stay right there and listen. I just found a whole shoebox full of old photos—all the way in the back of your parents’ closet. They’re all at least ten years old, from back when cell phones didn’t have cameras. Real developed prints. Your mommy was already a real little porn star back then… just for your dad. But now they belong to me.”

I heard him sit down on the floor, right in front of the door, and flip through the photos one by one. Then he began to describe each one with cruel precision—slowly, relishingly, as if he were whispering it directly into my ear.

“First photo… fuck, that’s hot. Your mother is lying completely naked on the big double bed. Legs spread wide, almost to the limit. Her smooth-shaven, pink pussy glistens with wetness—you can really see how her labia are pulled apart and her clit is sticking out thick and swollen. Two fingers are buried deep inside her, up to the knuckle, and her other hand is kneading one of her plump 32E tits. Her nipples are rock-hard, dark pink. Her face is totally contorted with pleasure, mouth wide open, as if she’s moaning right now. There’s already a wet spot on the bedsheet under her ass. “That wasn’t harmless masturbation… she really fucked herself.”

He paused briefly; I could only hear his heavy breathing.

“Second photo… holy shit. She’s on all fours, ass sticking up like a bitch in heat. The skirt of her dress is completely hiked up, her panties hanging around one ankle. Her pussy and her tight little asshole are fully exposed—both glistening with cum. Thick, white drops are running out of her cunt and down her thighs. There’s even more cum on her back and between her ass cheeks—really big splatters, as if your father had just pumped her full. Her plump tits hang heavily downward, nipples almost touching the sheet. Her face is turned to the side, cheeks bright red, hair tousled. She smiles at the camera, totally satisfied. That was right after a fuck, no question.”

My cock throbbed even harder. I bit my lip until it bled.

“Third photo… that’s the hottest one. She’s riding someone—probably your dad. You can only see her body from the front. She’s sitting deep on a cock that’s completely disappeared into her wet pussy. Her huge tits are bouncing wildly up and down, her nipples hard and pointed. Her stomach is slightly tense; you can see the muscles because she’s really sitting down on it. Her face… fuck, that’s pure lust. Eyes half-closed, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out a bit, as if she’s moaning loudly. Sweat glistens on her skin, her hair is plastered to her neck. You can even see her labia tightening around the cock. The photo is slightly blurry—she probably fucked herself so hard that the camera shook.”

Jeremy laughed softly and knocked on the door again.

“Three really dirty pictures of your gorgeous, chaste mother… and all of this from 20 years ago. Now they’re in my gallery forever. Imagine what I’m going to do with them when she gets home in a minute.”

He paused briefly, then asked in a deep, excited voice: