Sometime in the past...
There was light drizzle falling through the high dark clouds as the limo moved slowly down through the cemetery and by the graves of the hero's who were buried at Fort Rosecrans Veteran's Cemetery. John Richard sat in the rear of the limo with his mother Mary. The coffin, secured in its place in the black hearse directly in front of them contained the body of his father, John Richard Henry, Sr. The hearse pulled off the main road and drove down a side lane then came to a halt under a large Maple tree across from the open grave site. Both John and his mother got out of the car and watched as the assigned Navy side boys unloaded the coffin from the hearse, lifted it onto their shoulders and then grimly walked his father's body to the gravesite. His father had been a retired Navy Commander and having sailed in and out of San Diego for years he had wanted to be buried at Fort Rosecrans so he could always overlook the San Diego bay.
After the funeral and the mandatory condolences from his father's many friends and acquaintances the Henry family returned to their home to Falbrook. Although they were expecting quite a large number of people over for his wake, John Richard went up to his room, tears in his eyes and sat on his bed and reminisced about his father. John Sr., at 63 had passed away from a massive stroke after having several small heart seizures the previous week. John Richard had been the one who found him, almost six blocks from their house. His dad had gone out for his morning two-mile walk and when he wasn't back home in a reasonable time, John Richard had gone looking for him. He found his father sitting on the side of the street clutching his side. All his dad had uttered was, "Take me to the emergency room son."
The last time John Richard had spoken to his dad was on the afternoon of his death. He and Mary had been at the hospital visiting and his mother had gone down the hall to use the bathroom.
"John Richard," his father had said. "I need for you to do me a big favor, son."
"Sure dad, anything you need."
"If I die, and I think I will, I need you to go through my office and clean out any personal papers I have. Ah, you know things I wouldn't want your mother to see."
"Like what dad? Where are they?"
"Mostly on my computer son. You know stored files and things..."
"Dad, what exactly am I looking for?"
"Look son, you'll know when you find them. Your mother isn't very good with computers, but just in case, get rid of all the files. Ok?"
"Sure Dad. I'll take care of it for you."
His father died later that evening.
John Richard sat in his bedroom and thought back through the 27 years of his life, the years he had spent with his father. He didn't remember much about the early years, his dad had been out to sea so often, but from high school on they had become very close. He had been named after his father and his parents had always called him John Richard to avoid any confusion of both men having the same first name. John dried his eyes, got off his bed, and went back downstairs to help his mother meet and greet the expected mourners.
It was almost two weeks later that John had his first chance to go, uninterrupted, into his father's study. His mother had left that morning for Orlando to visit her sister and John was alone in the house. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but fired up the old HP, put in his dad's password and waited. The icons flashed by and then the home page appeared on the screen. What was it that his dad had said to him? Oh yea, something about files. He left clicked on the start button and then opened up the document files. He scrolled down through each file not seeing much that attracted his attention, and still not sure what he was looking for. Every once in a while he would open a suspicious document, check it's contents, close it and move on. After an hour of fruitless searching he still hadn't found anything he would have called out of the ordinary. Where else could he look?
He futzed around with the computer for a while, then opened up the "programs" file and looked at all of the programs his dad had loaded onto his computer. Within five minutes he found a PhotoReal program and opened it up. The program had five folders in it; Our House, The Family, Vacations, John and Ruby. He opened each file in order. There wasn't anything real exciting until he got to the "John" file. When he opened it he saw that there were about twenty photos listed. He opened each, one by one.
The first five were just pictures of his dad at places he didn't recognize. But when he opened the sixth picture it showed his dad lying back on a bed, nude, smiling and sporting a huge hard on. Picture seven had a picture of his cock with cum oozing out the pee hole. The rest of the pictures were mostly the same, shots of his dad in various states of sexual arousal. He looked back at the pictures again paying particular attention to his father's cock. He judged it to be about 8" long and about 2-3" around. Well one thing I have over you dad, is a bigger dick, and he chuckled out loud.
John moved the mouse until the pointer was over the "Ruby" file and again he left clicked. When it opened there must have been 40 pictures listed, he started at number one. It, not surprisingly, was a picture of a woman. She looked vaguely familiar to John, tall; perhaps 5'9" maybe 135 pounds, blonde hair and she appeared to be in her mid-50's. She was a good looking woman who was smiling at the camera as she posed in her green two piece suit. The next picture showed her at an outdoor pool, wearing a conservative two piece bathing suit. Nice body he thought. When he opened up the third picture he knew why his dad had asked him to delete the files. It was Ruby again, still wearing her green suit, only this time she was on her knees with a cock in her mouth, presumably his fathers. That was confirmed when he opened the next photo that showed his father fucking Ruby, doggie style, but you could clearly see his Navy ring on his left hand. John looked at each photo and was amazed by his father. Oh he always knew his dad was pretty sexual, but he had no idea that he needed that much sex. There were pictures of Ruby getting fucked in the ass, pussy and mouth. Pictures of Ruby with cum on her face, breasts and with cum leaking out of her pussy. And there were other pictures. Some showing Ruby doing a strip tease for the camera, taking off her clothes item by item until she was standing in front of the camera with nothing on but a smile. And then there were "the" photos. His dad had shots of Ruby, blindfolded, her arms tied up to an "O" ring in a doorway, being spanked. Each subsequent photo showed Ruby with one less item of clothing until she was naked and hanging by her arms. The last two pictures showed Ruby with a large strap-on dildo. In one she was proudly showing off her "cock" to the camera and in the other she was pushing it into someone's ass, and he guessed it was his father's ass.
He knew this woman; he had met her once, he was sure of that - but where. He went out to the kitchen and took a bottle of Moosehead from the refer, opened it, and walked back to the study and sipped his beer. John sat there contemplating how he could find out who Ruby was. His eyes roamed the office and when they landed on his dad's briefcase and he jumped up, opened it and took out his dad's PDA. He immediately went to the "R's" but no Ruby. John took the stylus and poked on the "A" and started going down the list of names, one by one looking for a familiar name. He had to go all the way to the "W's" before he saw it: Wilson, Alta R.
John printed a copy of each photo of Ruby and then sat back and admired each of them. She really was a good looking woman, tall, nice sized breasts that didn't sag too much, nicely muscled legs and arms and only a little pooch to her stomach. In many of the pictures her nipples were hard and stood out proudly. As he was staring at the pictures his hand strayed down and was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. He was getting real excited looking at the pictures of this woman and he finally unbuckled his jeans and stripped them and his underwear down to his ankles and began stroking his hard, 9" cock while looking at Ruby. When he got to the picture where Ruby had his father's cock in her mouth, her eyes shining up brightly with just a bit of a smile on her sucking lips he came. And he came very hard. John knew he had to meet this woman.
It was another two weeks before John had the courage to call Ruby. He waited until his mom had left for church one evening and he dialed her home number.
"Hi, is this Ruby Wilson?"
The use of her middle name, Ruby, startled her. No one used that name but her father and John and they were both dead. "Yes, this is Ruby Wilson, and who is this?"
"Ruby, my name is John Richard Henry, II and I suspect that you know who I am?"
"Yes I do John, your father talked about you a lot. Because you have called me I guess that you know a little more than I thought anyone did?"
"Uh, yea, I probably do."
"What do you want John, why did you call?"
"I want to meet you... actually I need to meet you. Are you alright with meeting me?"
She wasn't sure that she wanted to meet with John's son, but felt it might provide both of them some closure so she said, "Sure John. When and where would you like to meet?"
Before John had placed the call he had thought long and hard about a place to meet. It had to be on neutral grounds and he thought a lunch might be a good idea. "Uh ma'am, there is a nice restaurant in the Marriott, the one across for the ballpark, you know which one I mean?"
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