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Dave soon
learns his parents new retirement resort in more than it seems.

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Well

over a year ago now, my parents decided to move into one of those assisted
living places, or retirement homes if you will. I was a little surprised by
that when they did, but after seeing the brochures and such where they'd be
living, I could certainly understand why.

My

folks, Mike and Betty Anderson, had done very well for themselves. Dad had
owned his own business (which I was now running) and had tucked away a nice
tidy amount of money to retire on. And they were still pretty young too. Dad
was only 61, and mom was 58 when they decided they'd had enough of urban living
and had found a place that they could retire to and live the "easy life",
as dad had put it.

Unfortunately,

that meant moving to South Carolina, very close to Myrtle Beach, which was
about a twelve-hour drive from where my wife Cathy, and I still lived. But
again, I could see why they wanted to move there. They would basically have their
own little bungalow, which was more of a luxury kind of place rather than the
typical condominium or apartment. They didn't have to worry about grounds-keeping
obviously, as that was all done and maintained by the retirement center. In
addition, there was an adjacent golf course, which was something both mom and
dad enjoyed doing. So I could easily envision the two of them golfing almost
every day. Though there was also access to horseback riding, boating, as well
as a number of events that were held there at the retirement center itself.
They had gone there to take a look, and upon their return, had informed us that
I'd be the new owner of the business going forward, and that as they say...is
that.

My wife

Cathy and I, had gone there for a very short visit over a long weekend to help
them get moved in. To be perfectly honest, after seeing the place, which I felt
was more like a resort than a retirement center, I was a little jealous. I made
up my mind to try and do things as well as dad had, and eventually retire
early, in a place much like this one.

We met a

few other people while there, especially as they had an open banquet for
everyone on the weekends. Mom and dad's neighbors, Jack and Shelly Tillman,
were just about the same age as my parents were, give or take a few years, and
had obviously already hit it off, as we shared dinner together. Jack was in
tip-top shape, even better in some respects than I was, even though I ran every
day. He had a full head of bright white hair, and a deep dark tan that didn't
look like burnt toast for a change. Shelly was just as attractive looking,
though she perhaps still died her hair blonde, though it certainly didn't look
unnatural on her. Even more surprisingly, she'd been wearing a two piece tank eenie
swim suit when we first met them early that afternoon. It certainly wasn't a
bikini or anything like that, but it was certainly cut low enough if front that
I had to tear my eyes away from her obvious cleavage, something that wasn't
lost on Cathy either as she even gave me a soft elbow in the ribs at one point.
But we came away from dinner, and finally our visit feeling like mom and dad
were certainly going to be more than happy living here. Once again...I felt a
bit jealous, and even Cathy mentioned that she too wouldn't mind retiring in a
place similar to this one when it was our turn to live the "easy
life".

By now,

it had been a year since we'd been there for any real visit, so leaving the
business in capable hands, Cathy and I decided to take two weeks to go and
visit mom and dad. Naturally, they were excited to see us, and certainly had
plenty of room as they had a nicely furnished "guest room" just
waiting for us. I was already looking forward to golfing myself, and Cathy was
looking forward to doing some horseback riding, something she had always wanted
to do.

The

first indication we got that there were some rather strange and strict rules
here, was when on the second night of our stay with them, mom and dad informed
us that they had a previous commitment they had made, and couldn't get out of.
Something about a special Anniversary celebration for another couple, which was
a "by invite only” sort of an affair. We had noticed early on that there
was an enormous looking clubhouse that was closed off, and well fenced down
near the beach. Once again, it was for "members only", no guests
allowed. And it was obviously, where this particular party would be held. Cathy
and I didn't think much of it however, after all, the only people we knew
besides mom and dad, were Jack and Shelly, and even then...only in passing
really.

I had to

laugh when mom told us "Dave and Cathy, Don’t wait up for us,"
 Then with a mischievous little wink, she and dad disappeared out the door
together. I hadn't seen the two of them this loving or this intimate with one
another in years. Whatever magic this resort held for them, it was certainly
well worth whatever cost. Cathy and I had even noticed that they were both
looking a lot better fit. Daily exercise for certain, along with the golfing
and opportunity to swim every day, had gotten both of them in better shape and
spirits by the look of things.

They'd

been gone maybe about an hour, way early in the evening yet. Cathy and I
casually lounging around out on their private little deck drinking frozen
daiquiris.

Family Journal.

"Dave?

Did you see where mom put that photo album?" she asked me at one point.

She and

mom had been looking through it earlier. Mom had been showing her a few
pictures of when I had been a little boy, many of which Cathy had never seen before.
She wanted to look through it again, though I had no real idea where mom had
kept such things, especially as I hadn't really seen her put it away. All I had
seen was her return to her bedroom, coming out moments later without it. So it
had to be in there somewhere, though I was hesitant to go looking for it. I
always had respected my parent's privacy, even growing up as a kid. Something I
knew for sure they had both appreciated.

"It's

in mom's room someplace," I responded. "But I don't feel really comfortable
going in there and snooping around for it either!" I added to that.

"I'm

not asking you to snoop, I'm just asking you to look for me. If you see it
without snooping for it, I'd like to browse through it again."

I

figured it wouldn't hurt to look. If I quickly spotted it, I saw no harm in
retrieving it for her again. If I didn't...then she'd just have to wait until
the following day when mom was home again. I poked my head into their bedroom
intending to just have a quick look-see, figuring even then I probably wouldn't
find it. As I scanned quickly about the room, the only place it obviously
could, or would be, was on the upper shelf in their closet. Which at the moment
happened to be standing open. Sure enough, there it was, sandwiched between a couple
of others by the looks of it. Even then, I hesitated, not sure if I should
still even go in there or not, when Cathy called out behind me.

"Do

you see it?"

"Yeah,

I see it," I answered back, only then deciding it was no big deal to walk
in and retrieve it briefly so that Cathy could look through all the pictures
again. After all, mom and dad would be gone all evening long, and I was fairly
certain I'd have the book put back, and Cathy and I in bed sound asleep long
before mom and dad ever came home. They'd already proven themselves to be quite
the night owls, much to my surprise.

"Sweet!"

Cathy responded, no doubt waiting for me as I stepped further into the room
heading towards the closet. I reached up, intending to lift the photo album
sitting on top of that one in order to retrieve it, which I then attempted to
do. But as I did, it seemed to catch or drag along the one just beneath it,
which now fell off the closet shelf, down onto the floor. Several loose photos
spilling out, which I thought immediately odd, as mom had always been quite
particular about organizing her photo albums. As I reached down to collect them
as well as the partially opened album, which was now lying face down, I froze!
My eyes held there in disbelief!

It took

several moments for me to even begin to comprehend what I was looking at. Most
of them of course were of mom and dad, nude...along with several others, most
of which I'd never seen before. In a few, as I continued to quickly thumb
through them, showed photos of Jack and Shelly in them as well. Likewise, in
the nude, and in many of them...showing the two of them obviously, and busily
engaged in several sexual situations with mom and dad. One page said “Mike
& Betty – Jack and Shelly, February 2022”

I think

I actually sat down on the floor in a state of shock as I now began to flip
through several more, starting at the front of the book. To my surprise, the
album was completely filled, so there were literally hundreds of photos in
addition to the dozen or so loose ones that had fallen out. Obviously, mom had
run out of room, and hadn't gotten any more inserts yet.

 

 

Now, in

all honesty, it's probably important that I say something here. Although I was
indeed shocked by what I'd discovered here. After all, it was mom and dad, it's
not like this sort of thing would have freaked me or Cathy out, for other
reasons. You see, Cathy and I, though we certainly didn't consider ourselves
swingers by any means; had from time to time, "partied" with some
mutual friends of ours. Not all the time mind you, just on occasion, and always
with one or two other couples we knew, and never outside of that. Cathy and I
saw it as a way to periodically spice up our own sex-life, and with those
particular close friends, there was never a fear of jealousy, or any kinds of
sexually transmitted diseases getting in the way. So like I said...it's not
like seeing something like this was the thing that was shocking. It was seeing
who it was.

I am

sure that my continued absence, and silence, had eventually provoked Cathy's
curiosity as moments later I heard her standing there in the doorway.
"What are you looking at?" She asked.

"You're

not going to believe it," I told her. Setting the book down,
simultaneously handing her the dozen or so loose photos I had gathered up. She
looked at me quizzically, though taking them, and then glancing down at the
very first one I had purposely placed there for her to begin with. I figured it
might be an easier way for her to realize and accept what I'd just discovered.

The

first photo showed two women lying on a bed together (And if she took a moment
to recognize it, she'd see that the bedcover in the photo was the exact same
one on mom and dad's bed). The women's faces were mostly obscured however,
primarily because they were clearly enjoying a mutual '69' together. It took me
only a moment to realize which one was mom, and which one was Shelly though
after looking even more carefully at it. Which is exactly what Cathy had done.
I almost laughed as Cathy looked away at the photo, now looking down at me.

"Is

this your...."

"Mother?

Yes!" I nervously laughed shaking my head. "And obviously...the other
woman is Shelly."

Cathy

once again glanced at the photo, now recognizing her as well, though she quickly
slipped the first photo to the back, now staring at the next one, which I had
also just managed to purposely place.

"Yeah,

and that one's of mom too...but I can assure you, that's not my father's cock
she's sucking!"

That

much was evident, in quick comparison now of some of the others. I'd never seen
my father's cock hard before. Not exactly something you'd ever expect to see.
But we sure as hell were now! And admittedly, it was rather impressive looking,
even judging it against myself perhaps, let alone Jack's cock, which though
thick, was considerably chubbier in size. There was one photo showing mom down
on her knees, she'd managed to gobble up his entire cock, though again that was
no real feat all things considered. But it was in seeing Shelly, likewise
kneeling next to mom, doing the same thing to dad's cock, though not quite
throating it entirely that gave interesting comparison.

"Jesus!

I can't believe this!" Cathy finally quipped, now sitting down on the edge
of the bed next to me, though I continued to sit on the floor with an entire
album full of photos, most of which I hadn't even looked at yet. Finally she
giggled, though continuing to thumb through the rest of the loose photos. Just
like me, the initial shock of seeing my parents like this had sunk in. Now it
was out of pure curiosity, and decadent interest perhaps that we both continued
to look through the remainder of the photo album.

Chronologically,

you could see that there had been several "parties" or
"events" which mom and dad had participated in since their moving
here. Interestingly enough, the first several photos only ever showed mom and
dad together, though obviously participating with one another in front of
several other couples. Gradually, more and more appeared, initially with just
Jack and Shelly appearing, though in time...that too gave way to more and more
couples, many of whom Cathy and I hadn't met yet. The last few pages of photos
had proven to be the most decadent perhaps, even beyond much of what Cathy and
I had experienced. In one...mom was lying on the floor, and by the looks of it,
she already had a fair amount of cum-cream that had been shot over and upon her
body. In particular, her tits and pussy. Cathy and I counted at least six still
stroking erections, that appeared to soon be adding to that. And who knows how
many already had before then?

"Mom?

A cum-dumpster? Who knew?" I asked myself, though by the look in her eyes,
she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Especially as she was simultaneously
having her pussy licked by a woman, who again I hadn't recognized as seeing
before. There were others as well of course. One of dad lying back getting his
cock licked and sucked by two women, as Shelly sat on his face, mom kneeling
off to one side, holding one of Shelly's tits and smiling at the camera. By the
looks of it, it had obviously been one hell of a party!

Though

it was still way early yet, Cathy and I both seemed to get a sense of
anxiousness at being caught like this. We quickly replaced the album back where
I'd originally found it, took a quick look around (even straightening the bed
cover before leaving) and then retreated back outside to the patio where Cathy
fixed us both another stiff drink.

"So...did

you ever suspect anything growing up?" She asked.

"Not

ever," I responded easily. "Hell Cath...I never even caught them
doing it, not even once, that's how careful they must have been back then. And
I think I only stumbled in on mom once when she was changing, and even then I
didn't really see anything, except for her wearing panties and bra, or
something like that. So no. No way in hell would I ever have suspected anything
like this!"

"You

think they had any idea before moving down here?"

"I

really doubt it. I just can't imagine that being the case. Afterwards maybe.
But even then, they must have slowly, and carefully been introduced to
it."

"Yeah,

I think so. Even the first few photos seem to confirm that. The look on your
mom and dad’s face seemed a little more cautious, even apprehensive perhaps,
though they must have obviously been getting off doing that in front of other
people, and visa-versa. But looking and comparing those to some of the others,
you can definitely see a change taking place."

"You

mean like mom getting her pussy licked by another woman for example?" I
quipped, something of which I still hadn't gotten my head around yet. Even with
some of the other photos we had looked at, I still couldn't imagine mom being
that open-minded. Open-minded enough to get eaten, and then eating another
woman's cunt. Though I sure enjoyed seeing it whenever Cathy did that.

Cathy

laughed. "Yeah that. Hell, I know I like it, so why shouldn't your
mother?"

"It's

not that," I responded back. "It's that it's..."

"Mom,"

Cathy finished for me. To which I could only grin like an idiot, shaking my
head at her.

"You

know what's really bad?" Cathy now asked.

"No...what?"

"Seeing

those? Has suddenly made me really horny!"

"Jesus

Cathy!" I responded to that, as though her admission was too far off the
decadent scale for me to admit to myself.

"Oh

and you aren't?" She challenged seriously. "Not even a little?"

"Ok,

maybe a little," I acknowledged, though not willing to admit that it was
seeing my own mother and father doing stuff that had actually aroused me.
Admitting to seeing some of the other people (even if they were engaged with my
folks) was a little easier to accept in a way. "For an older woman, Shelly
really does have a nice set of tits," I confessed. To which Cathy again
snickered at.

"Good

god, Dave; maybe you won't say it, but I sure as hell will, your mom has great
looking tits, and if I wasn't married to you...I'd be tempted to want to suck
and play with them myself! As sexy as Shelly is yes...I think you're mom's a
hell of a lot sexier than she is! And so's your dad too if we're being honest
about it!"

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