Chapter 5

Two weeks after the unremembered encounter with Jessie, Catherine heard a knock on the front door and when she answered it she was surprised to find Jessie standing there, holding a large package in his arms.

"Good morning, Miss Catherine," Jessie greeted her. "I have something here for you. It's something special that your daddy and momma left for you."

"The did?" she replied.

"Yes, mam, they did. I was told not to give it to you until now though."

"I wonder why?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered. "All I know is your daddy told me not to give it to you until he'd been gone a while. He even told me when he thought the time would be right."

"Why would he do something like that, Jessie?"

"I have no idea, Miss Catherine. I just told him I'd do whatever he wanted me to do."

"Well, you did work for them a long time, didn't you? I'm sure he had his reasons."

"Almost 40 years. And now, with the time I've spent with you and Mr. Carl, it's almost 60 years."

Catherine invited him into the house and they both went into the living room and she invited him to sit and talk to her for a while.

"I wonder why father would want to wait so long before I saw whatever it is in that box?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered.

Looking at the package she could see that it was sealed with tape, wrapped all around it and then wrapped around the package and the cover. When she looked closer she could see her father's signature written on the tape. She knew exactly what it was, too. It was his way of making sure the it wasn't opened before the appointed time. She'd seen him do many a package like that. It was just the way he did things.

"I've also got an envelope for you," said Jessie, holding out a sealed envelope with her name written on the front of it. Again, the signature underneath her name was that of her father.

As she took the envelope Jessie got up and let her know that he had some chores to finish and if she was to need him all she had to do was call him on his cell phone and he'd come back to the house.

Jessie already knew what was in the box and, as much as he wanted to be there to see her open it and witness the look on her face when she realized what it was, he also knew that she'd need time to consider what had just been divulged to her. He knew it would be a shock to her system, but he was determined to let her do this by herself. She needed to know what her parents had been into, and in order to do that she had to be alone to open the box and go through the contents.

Catherine saw him to the door and then returned to the living room. Once she sat down in her comfortable lounge chair she opened the letter and began to read:

"Catherine:

I know that what you're about to see is going to come as quite a shock to you, but I feel it's time to learn some of the things that went on around the house when your momma was still with us. Please, don't think bad of us. We went into this knowing full well what we were doing. It was something your mother and I wanted to do for a long time. Once we made up our minds there was nothing to hold us back. We enjoyed ourselves and we're hoping that this will ignite something inside you, to bring your feelings out into the open. Your mother and I raised you up to be proper, but we also realized, perhaps too late, that your primness would somehow hold you back, retard your growth as a woman. After you read this you'll find a similar letter from your mother. Please read it. I have no idea what she'll tell you, but please remember this - we both love you very much and we, especially your mother, feel guilty about the way we raised you. Especially after some of the things we did.

Father"

"Just like my father," she thought. "He always referred to himself as 'Father'. Never 'daddy', but 'Father'.

Then she saw the letter from her mother, in her distinct cursive writing. She opened it and read it, too:

"Cathy:

First of all, I want to apologize to you for holding you back in your development. After the things your father and I went through I now realize I was wrong to teach you so many things that were wrong. I wanted you to be a woman and to do that I felt it was necessary to teach you that things such as sex for anything other then procreation was wrong. I now regret those decisions. Please, dear, don't judge your father and I too harshly. We did what we thought was right for you, at that time. Only after we started in our new lifestyle did I realize that I'd told you things that were wrong. I never intended to hurt you, or to stunt your development as a woman. Please look at the items your father and I have saved for you and I hope you'll come to understand what we both mean in these letters. We both love you very much, Cathy.

Momma"

Catherine sat there holding the letters from both parents. She read and re-read each a couple of times, trying to guess at what they were trying to tell her. What was the deep secret they both had held from her? Would it change her life drastically? Would it change her life with Carl? What was it??? There was only one way to find out. She got up and went to the table where the box rested, looking at it like something terrible was hidden inside, even though she had absolutely no idea what was inside.

She went to the desk and got out the pair of scissors, went back to the box and cut the tape along the bottom of the lid. When the last piece of tape was severed the top puffed up a little bit, revealing to her that the box was packed to beyond full with whatever was inside. She pulled off the top and found what looked to be three phono albums inside, along with a couple of VHS tapes. She also found a couple more sealed letters, all of them addressed to her with the signatures of both her parents on them.

"It's funny," she tought, but in all the time I was with my parents I can never remember them calling themselves by their given names. It was always momma and father when I was around them. Betty and Edward were never used, unless they had company (which wasn't often)."

She noticed that the albums were numbered, 1,2, and 3. There were also some dates written on them. Most were from at least 50 years ago and she wondered what could've happened way back then that would affect her life today. After all at her age it wasn't likely to mean a lot to her now. Still, why had her father wanted to wait til now for Jessie to give this all to her? She guessed that she'd find out soon enough.

Returning to her seat in the recliner, she opened the first album and the first thing she saw was a photo of her mother. But it wasn't like any picture of her mother she'd ever seen before. In this picture her mother was standing naked in front of the camera, standing in front of her bed. The next picture was even closer, showing her that her mother kept her mound shaved, just like she did. Was this something her mother wanted her to know about herself? She could only wonder. Flipping through more pages she found that all the pictures of her mother were in the nude. Not a stitch of clothing anywhere around, not even anything on the floor at her feet. Her mother would be in different poses, bending over and showing the cameraman her ass ("Who was taking the pictures?" she wondered. Only later did it occur to her that it had been her father. "Who else could it have been?") Several others showed her lying on the bed and spreading her legs, using her hands to hold herself open, displaying the pinkness inside her vaginal lips.

Flipping more pages she soon found images of her mother stuffing things up inside her body, things from cucumbers to bananas and even a coke bottle! That surprised her to no end. The first album ended with those images.

Not realizing what was happening to her own body though, she was pinching her own nipples as she looked at her mother displaying her body and actually playing with herself. She was also getting wet between her legs, and an itchy feeling was beginning to crawl up her legs, ending at her vagina.

Getting up she got the next album and began to thumb through it, like she had the first one.

This album didn't show her mother until almost half way through it.

This time the pictures she was looking at were those of her father, just as naked as her mother had been. Again, she noticed that her father kept his private areas shaved. The pictures showed him also bending over and showing off his naked ass to the photographer, supposedly her mother this time. There were also pictures of him poking things up his ass, much as her mother had stuffed things inside of her body.

Turning a page she found a hand holding her father's penis. It looked like her mother's hand, at least she hoped it was her mother's hand.

Several more showed the hand pulling on the penis she held, and when she turned the next page it showed her mother sitting next to him on the bed. She knew the younger woman was her mother, having seen pictures of her momma when she was younger. The page was turned and this time it showed her mother, with her father's penis in her mouth!

She almost dropped the album.

Taking another look it was as she first saw it. Her mother was indeed taking her father's penis into her mouth. And there were more pictures of her doing this. Then, with the turn of the next page, she found a picture of her father using his mouth on her mother's vagina! There was even a close up picture of him licking her insides with his tongue!

Once again, Catherine was pinching her nipples, which were already rock hard and beginning to ache. The wetness between her legs was getting worse, as well. She already knew that her panties were soaked, as she felt her juices running down her inner legs.

By the end of the second album her father was fucking her mother and apparently they were both enjoying it very much.

On the back, inside cover of the second album she found a note taped there. It read:

"Cathy:

I know these pictures may have shocked you, but please, before you go any further, get out the tape labeled #1 and look at it. I think I know how you're feeling by this time, but remember this, your father and I did this willingly. We really did enjoy all these things you see and there is more, but for right now it's time to look at the first tape. This will show you how much we enjoyed this, better then the pictures ever could.

Momma"

Catherine could only sit there and look blankly at the piece of paper attached to the inside of the album cover. All this was really hard to believe right now. If it weren't for the pictures, the proof right in front of her, she'd have believed that her parents were wup to something, and not of their own free will, either.

Before she did anything further, she went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. Her mouth was dry and her pussy was soaking wet. She felt her thighs slide together as she walked, and her juices were trailing down her inner legs. She imagined that if she looked behind her she'd see a trail of herself on the floor, like a trail of breadcrumbs.

She was determined not to look back though, afraid of what she might see.

After finishing her drink she went back into the living room and got the first tape out of the box, then went to the VCR and pushed it inside and then turned on the TV and hit "PLAY" on the machine. Then she returned to her seat and waited for the tape to start.