Ghost Images
Copyright© 2024 by Big Ed Magusson
Epilogue
Incest Sex Story: Epilogue - Moving on might require more than they expected. She died three years ago, and Doug still sees her everywhere he looks. That makes it hard to take the erotic photographs that defined his career. His daughter’s ready to help. She’ll do whatever it takes. If you like character-driven taboo erotica, you’ll enjoy Ghost Images, inspired by Fanlon’s Pinhole stories.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie Exhibitionism
Wendy and I stood in my former darkroom, now composition room, next to the table. I had all the photos for the San Francisco gallery show spread out as we looked at frames and mattes. In the distance, I could hear the music in the kitchen, tuned to Katie’s favorite streaming station. Wendy had been thrilled she’d come over to join us for a meal. My new roommate wasn’t nearly as good of a cook.
As I spread out the pictures, Wendy slid her arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze. I smiled at her, and then couldn’t resist a quick kiss. Only then did I turn back to the prints. Wendy’s eyes followed mine. She chuckled softly.
“They really are beautiful. Obscene, but beautiful.”
“Yeah.” My gut tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. “But they said they were looking for avant-garde.”
“They are. And they’ll love these. But are you ready to show them?”
I took another deep breath. “I think I am. It’s not like I’ve got anything to lose.”
She chuckled. “They might make you as famous as Mapplethorpe.”
I laughed at that. “Or just as banned.”
“Mmm. Maybe.”
We looked over the pictures again. The leftmost one, of Caroline’s pussy, has just the small drops of semen peeking out from between her folds. The rightmost one, of Wendy’s, had a single, pearly stream dripping out and another thin smear along her inner thigh.
But the center one?
It was the most obscene of the bunch. A fountain of semen smeared the outer labia, the extended clit, and filled the space between her gaping inner lips.
“You never did tell me who this is,” Wendy mused.
I smiled, having long anticipated the question.
“She was ... a one-night stand. After Caroline and before you and I got together.”
“Mmm. Just one time?”
“Just one. It wouldn’t have worked out, long term. But ... it was what I needed then. I ... I don’t think I would’ve been ready for another relationship without that night.”
She smiled and gave me a squeeze. “Well, then you’ll have to thank her for me.”
I could hear Katie’s footsteps in the hall, coming to get us for lunch.
I grinned at Wendy. “I’ll be sure to, next time I can.”