Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

... Bridget said. “Sure, why not. And it will verify what Kell was saying.”

“Stop now,” Kell interrupted. “This has gone far enough. I didn’t tell you this so you could go digging up the past, I told you because you had the right to know. Your right to know stops at pawing through your mother’s locked trunk.”

“I just want to confirm what you are saying,” Bridget said, then added sarcastically “Trust but verify!”

And she was gone, around the corner, and up the stairs to the attic, Kell and I trailing, trying to talk her out of the course of action she was following.

The trunk in question sat in the far end next to a pile of boxes. We stood around it as Bridget tried the key in the lock. It fit, and the padlock popped open. Bridget slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, on top, was an old army jacket of my father’s and some military memorabilia.

“See,” I said. “Nothing to see here. Let’s just forget it, go back downstairs, get drunk, and have a sloppy threesome.”

“I’m down with that,” Kell said.

“Not so fast,” Bridget murmured, lifting the army jacket and other items out and laying them gently to the side.

Underneath the jacket was a blanket, which Bridget also set aside. And underneath that was a slinky black dress.

“Whoa,” I said as Bridget lifted it out and held out in front of her. Bridget and my mom were about the same size and shape and it looked like it would fit Bridge, so I was sure my mother had once worn it. I had trouble forcing the image of her ...

... wearing it out of my mind.

Underneath the black dress was a wax-paper packet bound with rubber bands containing a large stack photographs.

“Score!” cried Bridget and reached for the packet, pulling the pictures out.

I held my breathe as I looked over her shoulder.

The first two photos were innocuous pictures of the house in the late 90s. Then it got ... interesting. The next photo was of my mom in the black dress. She looked incredible, a lot like Bridget. The fourth photo was also of my mom in the dress, but posing and bending slightly forward, showing as much cleavage as she could. And the next shot was of her completely bent over, a full downblouse shot showing pretty much everything, including her brown, wide nipples.

This was not what I wanted to see, but I couldn’t help but stare at the picture of my mother. She looked beautiful...and hot.

Kell nudged me. “Not getting hard over pictures of your mother, are you?” she asked, running a finger up an erection I didn’t even realize I had.

“Knock it off, Kell. Whose side are you on?” I said. But I had to admit, these photos were affecting me in ways I hadn’t intended or wanted.

The next photo was now from a hidden camera angle and showed my mother in front of a younger version of my grandfather. It looked like the camera was set to shoot every thirty seconds or so automatically. My grandfather reclined easily in a chair, my mother stood on front of him wearing the black dress. In the next photo she was ...