LIFE IN OUR NEW HOUSE

LIFE IN OUR NEW HOUSE

I am a fifty two year old dad of two children, Maloney {Mel for short} my daughter (22), and Mike (20) my son. My wife passed away when my son was ten and for the last ten years we as a family grew much closer and had to give up many luxuries that other families have. We had two regular incomes, and when Megan died, I only had my income for another ten months – and then I lost that too.

I am a professional photographer and my focus always was on wild life, domestic animals and some wedding shoots. I used to work as a professional photographer for a corporate marketing company with contracts in tourism and advertising, and I enjoyed what I was doing. When my wife died I lost my job because of the times I spent with her during her illness and the changes we had to make at home. To make things worse, five years ago I had to take my children out of school and start homeschooling them, because I just did not make enough money to keep them all in school, etc. The owner of the rented house we stayed in asked me to move out if we could not pay the higher rental and I had to move in with my elderly parents into a three bedroom house – everything was just bad, and it never seemed to stop.

During the fall in 2011 everything changed – both my elderly parents died unexpectantly in a car accident. Two months after their death I learnt that my dad has left me the house and twelve million dollars in a family trust that I never knew about – he inherited it from my grandfather who were in mining and construction. Suddenly we had a fixed income from the interest on the family trust and whatever money we as a family could bring in became spending money. In short, things changed for the good and everyone was happy………….

My daughter went into a hairdressing career and worked two miles from home. My son started a small alarm company when he was sixteen and over time this gave him a steady monthly income, something he is doing fulltime from home now. Mike is into gym and would spend two to three hours every day with friends at the gym. Mel, my daughter on the other hand is a bit like me, not interested in gym or any type of sports.

Then there is Helen. She is a native Maori from New Zealand who started to work for my dad about fifteen years ago as a domestic worker. When we moved into the house she became a surrogate mother (so to speak) for my children. She is a widow with no children and very fond of both my children. The time when my wife died she supported my children as if she was a replacement mother, but, as an employee to my dad we did not allow the children to get too close to her. After my parents passing everything has changed. Helen is running the household and my kids enjoy her very much.

THIS IS WHERE MY STORY STARTS:
As I walked into the laundry room next to the kitchen on Monday morning to put my washing down I saw a magazine on the tumble dryer. Not knowing what it entails I picked it up to see what kind of magazine it was…… and was I shocked. It was a porn magazine with pictures of many nude coloured girls in it. Towards the end of the magazine there were two articles about a white male and a coloured lady who had sex in three different places within their home – with full detail in each picture.

As a photographer with a wide and sometimes wild imagination my mind was running quickly. Whose magazine could it be – is it my son, is it my daughter or is it Helen? It has to be one of them, because we do not get people visiting in the laundry room and we are the only ones staying here. So I decided to put it back and make myself something to eat in the kitchen, in doing so I will be able to see who enter into the laundry from where I position myself. My daughter has left for work and will only be back at about six that evening, so that left me with my son and Helen – it has to be one of them.

The next moment Helen walked into the kitchen with some laundry and greeted friendly (as always). She dropped the clothes and on her way back said that Mike has left early with a message that he will be with a client for the rest of the day and that he might not come home tonight if the webpage is not working. That left me and Helen alone in the house for the day – so whose magazine is it?

I had to work on two shoot’s that I did the previous day, and told Helen that I will be in my office for the morning, and that she can make us some breakfast and bring it to me later. She said that she just wanted to get the washing going, and that she will then bring me some breakfast. My mind was working overtime. If the magazine is not Helen’s what will she think of me – she saw me taking my washing into the laundry earlier. If it fell out of my daughters washing that was there before mine, what will Helen think? Shall I go there and tell her that I saw the magazine and want her to find out who it belong to?

Anyway, the phone rang – it was a client. I got busy and about half an hour later decided to go and pour myself a glass of juice. As I entered the kitchen I realized that the washing machine is working, but Helen is not in sight – so I got my juice, but just as I was about to walk back to my office, I decide to look into the laundry to see if the magazine was still there. As I entered I got a shock – Helen was sitting on a chair in the corner with her legs spread wide. Her panties were around one ankle and her dress pulled up to her waist. She was looking through the porn magazine and had it high up so that I could not see her face. With her free hand she was masturbating herself, and from her rushed breathing, I could see she was doing it for a while already. I stood there, glass in the hand, shocked, but I could not move. Suddenly I had the weirdest experience – I could feel my penis getting stiff in my pants. Is this really happening?

Her I am watching my domestic masturbating herself and I am getting stiff! I have to admit, it’s been a very long time since I looked at a women’s virgina, and this one was big, wet and getting ready to cum soon. My mind was running – should I turn around and walk away or should I keep watching and see what is going to happen next. I was still playing with the taught when Helen cried out loud as she reaches a huge orgasm. She dropped the book to the floor, her eyes closed and her body shaking. It gave me freight and I jumped back into the kitchen so quick that it surprised me that I did not lose a drop of my juice.

Fortunately I had my shocks on and I could get away quietly on the tiled floor without slipping. I went straight to my office but I could not pay attention to my work. I decided to open my e-mails and get my mind on something else. The first e-mail that I opened was from and old client who wanted a studio shoot – naked of herself, as a gift to a friend for his Birthday. Come on, nude photography!!! I am horny already, don’t make this worse now. My mind was working overtime, my cock still semi-hard was not making things easier – and then I realised that I must have dozed off on my day-dream – because Helen was standing in front of me with breakfast and another juice. When she saw the half glass of juice on my desk I just said: “I got myself one when you were still busy in the laundry – was thirsty” she looked at me with a question on her face – did he see me? And I had my own question/s: did she enjoy it? Is she wearing her green panties from earlier? Whose magazine is that? – But instead, I just took the breakfast from her and started eating without looking at her.

She stood there, a moment, but I could sense the hesitation. As I looked up she smiled and said “Enjoy your breakfast Jim” and left the room. My mind is playing naughty games with me. I decided to phone Fiona Beegle instead of answering her e-mail, just to get more detail.

“Yes” I was stunned by the way she answered her cell phone.

“Hi Fiona, it is Jim Woodridge speaking. I would just like to find out more about your e-mail request for a photo shoot”

“O hi dear. Yes it struck me the other night that if I can do a shoot with a few naughty poses, and I know you can do it good. I want to surprise a few of the men and women at work on my birthday, but I don’t want them to see my face. Will you be able to do that?”

‘Well, I suppose we can make a plan. When did you think we do the shoot?”

“I am available this morning or this afternoon?” My cock gave a jerk in my pants.

“How about 11 this morning?”

“OK dear. It will be perfect. Shall I come to your place?”

“If it is OK with you, then it will help me otherwise I have to transport all my equipment, etc.”

“Great, I will see you at eleven” Before I could say goodbye, she put the phone down. How am I going to do this? I know I am horning because of what happen earlier with Helen, but Fiona – she is a well build 50 year old woman with 40DD breasts and a firm bottom that still turns a few eyes. I wonder what her vagina and clitoris look like. What the size of her nipples is? Boy, o, Boy, I was getting more horny just thinking that I am about to see her totally nude within three hours.

I think I should take a shower and masturbate to get myself back to normal thinking and with that I left my office for my bedroom. In my room I closed the door and strip myself nude within three moves – it was quick, and I walked to my bathroom in the nude. As I entered Helen was on her way out – she must have started cleaning. My cock is half stiff sticking out in front of me, my domestic’s eyes are glued to it in shock and I am paralyzed. A few seconds went by, and then I reacted by trying to cover my nakedness.

Helen turned her head to the side and said something about being sorry and walked passed me. I could smell her freshness – and then my room door closed behind me. I turned to look, I was alone. I opened the shower door and let the water run. Within about three minutes I was masturbating in the shower. My penis never felt so stiff in a very long time. Another minute or two and I were ready to let go – and I did – right into the shower door five six big squirts and I enjoyed the feeling. A few moments later I realized that my cock is still stiff and I smiled at myself “You can still do it old boy”.

When I turned the shower of I heard my room door click. I got out and looked into my room. I was alone, but I was sure that it was the room door that I heard. Did Helen came in when I was in the shower? Did she saw me masturbating? Was she spying on me when I am nude? Man, what is happening today???!! For so many years did I live a normal life with my kids around? Not much happened that excited me – and in a space of about two hours……………WOW! How could I miss all this?

I got dressed and went back to my office. The breakfast goodies were gone. I went to the kitchen and Helen was busy with the dishes.

“Helen, there is something that I have to ask of you” she turned around and her face was serious but attentive to what I was about to ask.

“Yes Jim?” she said.

“Earlier this morning when I took my washing to the laundry I saw a magazine on one of the machines. Do you know where it came from?”

“If you speak about the porn mag, I am sorry. It is mine and I wanted to take it to my room but forgot. It will not happen again”

“O, OK” I turned around and walk back to my office. Can you belief it. She did not deny it. She must know I will see it when I walked in there. What if the kids saw it?

Many more things went through my mind when I sat down behind my desk. As I looked up Helen was standing in the door of my office. “Sorry Jim, I am just making a joke. I saw that magazine there myself and thought you must’ve put it there”

“No I had no idea where it came from.” When I looked at Helen she had a funny smile on her face – one that I never noticed before. “It must be one of the kids – please don’t go down on them tonight. Leave it to me to find out who the culprit is. I will tell you in the morning. O, and about the bathroom earlier – I am very sorry. I did not know that you still had to shower”. With that she turned around and went back into the house before I could say anything. What is going through her mind?

Anyway, the rest of the morning went along fine and eleven o’clock Fiona arrived. She had a white tracksuit on with sandals and she looked quiet sexy. In my office she explained that she want some very naughty (or explicit) shots taken, but in such a way that the people could not identify her as the person in the picture. She said it will give her a kick and a huge turn-on to see her boss drooling over her nude body and not knowing it is her.

I went into my side studio and show her what I had in mind – a few shots on a chair, some on a double bed and a few on the thick carpet on the floor. Fiona was ready, I was ready – and the next moment she took her top off. She had nothing on underneath, just those two big tits and great big nipples sticking out at me. My cock was instantly hard and I had to concentrate that the blood could flow back to my brain in order to act and react as a professional.

Fiona must have seen the bulge in my pants as she smiled and turned her back on me. She kicks her sandals off and bent over to take her tracksuit pants off. What a sight. She had a very thin pair of panties on that covered both her big bums. She looked back at me and said:”Come on lad. Start shooting. I am getting horny already”.

I grabbed my camera and started to take photos from different angles. She played along like a pro. I took a few from the side showing off her big hanging breasts and then two or three of her nipples. Fiona moved to the chair and threw her one leg over the side. Her panty was now stretching against her virgina and from what I could see, there were no pussy hair. I played around a few shots and told her to move to the bed. Again she acted like a pro. She lay on her side, turned slowly enough for me to take different pictures from all angles. Then she lay down on her back. She lifted the one leg and opened her legs wide. This time I could get a small glimpse of the one wall of her shaved pussy lip. I was getting hornier by the moment – even my heartbeat and my breathing was increasing. I cannot allow that to happen during a shoot – it was difficult to control myself, but I kept going with the photos.

The next thing she lifted her back from the bed and took her panty off. She kicked it in my direction and opened her legs wide – I could see her full pussy now. Her clit was swollen and stood out straight. She was wet inside and the entrance to her virgina was inviting me to fuck her. She took her one hand and glides it over her clitoris and vagina lips. With her other hand she started playing with her nipples – I was ready to fuck her, but I had to hold myself in….this is a client, not a whore.

She must’ve read my mind. “I am so horning, would you mind if I finger myself?” she said as if it is the most normal thing to say. One hour into this shoot, I must have taken a few hundred photos – much more than what she will need for her “project” as she put it. The next thing she started coming, out loud. She jumped up and down on the bed “O WOW I AM COMINGGGGGGG!” She shouted. Helen must be able to hear that from wherever she is in the house.

She kept fingering herself for another two to three minutes and came twice. She was laying there naked on my studio bed – her legs spread wide with a wet pussy. Her one hand still softly playing with the one nipple when she lifted her head up and said: “Would you like to suck my pussy dry?” For the second time that day I could not move. What did she said? Did she mean it?

“Come hear dear” she said, and I moved forward as if in auto mode.