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I know I’m going to get a lot of negative responses but I’ll confess anyway. I am a married man who has been having a on and off again affair with another woman. This other woman is married as well but, with her marriage failing she has found comfort in my arms and bed. Now here’s the real kicker, the other woman is my own mother.
Fifteen years ago when my step father was dying of cancer my mother was in a very sad and lonely place. We spoke on the phone for many months while she was going through this rough time in her life and we began to share intimate details of our lives. We both learned a great deal about the other, not just as a mother or a son but, as a man and a woman.
When I went home to visit her for Thanksgiving for a week, I knew from the moment we embraced that something was different between us. My mother was very over affectionate with me and I returned her affections in kind. My first night home my mother exposed herself to me intentionally, although I wasn’t sure at the time.
When I left to go to bed she hugged me before I could protest and felt my excitement. She didn’t say anything to me but, I’ll never forget the peculiar look in her eyes as she held me close to her as if she was enjoying it.
That very night she showed up at my bedside in tears over being widowed and how a lack of s** had left her s******* frustrated. In her grief, she asked me if I would have s** with her and that nobody ever need know about it. We ended up making love that night even though we didn’t admit it until things between us progressed.
We ended up having s** for the duration of my visit and by the time I had to return home my mother told me something I’ll never forget. She told me she would always love me as a son but, was in love with the man I had become.
I ended up moving home a week later to no fault of my own and, we ended up in a monogamous relationship for nearly five years before we moved on. Things never really ended between us but, we did pursue other relationships and have found as much as we would like to end the s***** aspect of our relationship we can’t deny our love and desire for each other.
Sometimes I feel that the only way it could ever end between us is with mine or my mother’s passing. I guess only time will tell.

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Idk if this happens commonly or if i am just very very unlucky. My father passed away 9 years before my mother. When she passed it was time to clean out the home they lived in for over 30 years of a 60 year marriage. My father took his camera with him all over the world in the military. Still camera and 8mm. Boxes and boxes of slides and reels. I simply saved them and set them aside for later. I got time months later and got one of those 35mm slide to jpg scanners and just ground thru them. When i got them all scanned i got a later chance to prop my feet up and go thru them. Amongst all the widespread scenery and travel and cool vintage moments i stumble across pics of my mother. Many of them simple poses in many places, mostly outdoors, she was actually a modestly attractive classic pinup type. But then i run into the lingerie shots. And then the tasteful n u d e s indoors and outdoors. And then the real shocker. On any scale my mother was the classic church going uppity prudish b**** woth zero tolerance for bawdy or suggestive behavior or language. Hell sometimes i would say something crude just to push her uptight buttons. You would not believe how bent out of shape she got when she found evidence of my first s** dream on the sheets. Or at least what i ever saw from her was that way.

But i see hundreds of shots that are full bore graphic. Nothing artful about them. Spread shots, bendovers, hands between her legs, and then actually having s**. But in none of them is my father the man she is havimg s** with. He was obviously behind the camera. Some of them? A minister i recognize because she used to drag me to church all the time. Neighbors or friends of my parents that i remember. . It just kept piling on. Shots of my mother having lesbian s** with my aunt, my father’s older sister. Shots of my mother with other women i dont recognize, shots of my aunt with some of the same women. Shots of my mother with multiple men. Def did not wake up that or any day expecting or wanting to see pics of my mother getting spitroasted or used by a group of men and pretty much looking like she is having a grand time. When i do manage to force myself to power thru them all, hypocrtically, my parents were both moderately racist, but the handful that did have my father in them? He was having s** with a few different women, all african american women, except for one woman. His f****** sister, the same aunt i saw shots of my mother having s** with.

The s***** part was having to go through all of them because i did not want to risk losing family photos or memories or history that were NOT my parents’ s** escapades. At that point i accepted that the stack of 8mm movies might be similar. And i was right. The huge majority of them were my mother and the various random men my mother was having s** with, but some of the men were not in the still shot stack. No decent family movies at all sadly, the whole lot except 3 of the 8mm were either my mother and who tf knows who the men were, or great, a lesbian movie with my same aunt. The 3 exceptions? A mix of my parents doing foursomes with two diff couples. Both of those couples i knew/ remembered as family friends, i had grown up with their kids. In both cases wife swapping with my parents. And the crown jewel…..obviously sarcastically….my dad with my mother and aunt.

Look don,t get me wrong, i am nowhere near a prude, we all have our little quirks and kinks. I am not judging any of them, it was theie thing to do. I confess i had a few queasy reactions because the stills and movies span a time from before i or my sister were even born, to a time when we were mid 30s, which put my parents and aunt in their 70s. Hell i hope i am still having s** when i am that age.

By the time i was done, i had one focus…..there was not a condom in sight in any of it. Was my father actually my father? Is my sister my full sister or half sister? Do i have half siblings i dont even know somewhere? How glad am i that i have never done the spit in a tube ancestry or 23 and me thing, because i do not want to fall into that vortex of doom?