My Grandmother

I've been looking for a place to tell my grandmother's story. She died in 2010. My mom brought me to help her clean out her mom's house. I was 20. This resulted in a number of discoveries that caused my mom to pretty much pretend her mom never existed. My grandfather died in 1992 so my grandmother lived alone for the last 18 years of her life.

My mom assigned me to clean out a guest bedroom which was really just a place my grandmother dumped things she had nowhere else to put or any use for. Books, stacks of magazines, old newspapers, clothes, unused air conditioner, broken TVs, everything you can thing of.

I got rid of everything I could, there was really very little to keep. My mom was handling those things. I was cleaning up trash. Then I found a box in the closet. It was, big, heavy and sealed with police tape with a date and initials on the edge of the tape. It was dated in 2004 and there was a case number on the box and the name of a man and the notation "sudden." I asked my mom if she knew what it was she didn't. I called a local cop I was friends with and asked him about it. He explained that a sudden was a death investigation and he looked further and found it in the computer. The guy whose name was on the box was found dead and the the investigation showed there was no foul play. The issue was what was in the box. The guy was a photographer. His daughter, doing exactly what I was doing then-cleaning out a deceased relatives apartment, found what was in the box, and many others apparently, while cleaning out his apartment. The daughter found a huge stash of homemade porn shoots. She dumped it all on the police to deal with. She should have just burned it all.

Each photo was blown up and were very professional but they were taken of local women, all local women. Somehow this guy talked dozens of regular women of all ages into letting him photo them in either in simple nude photo shoots or full-fledged porn shoots. Each picture had been cataloged. Each model's name and personal information was on each photo. The guys were not identified. I guess he brought in guys from wherever. Not that it mattered regarding the women, the cops recognized most of them anyway. My friend said that the rules didn't allow them to simply destroy the collection. They contacted all the women who'd been photographed and told them what they had and asked them if they wanted the property. I don't know why but my grandmother wanted the photos. She never opened the box though just stuffed it in a closet where it sat until I found it. Why?

I was told I could do whatever I wanted with the photos. I should have destroyed the box unopened but I didn't, I wanted to see-I thought it made my grandmother seem really cool or something. I figured at the time that the photos were taken when she was a kid for extra money or something and thought seeing them would be a window to her past. They must be tame being from so long ago right?

I opened the box on a Saturday. My mom wasn't there. I started cleaning and was so curious I figured I'd take a quick look. I sat there for a couple hours looking through the folders holding individual glossy prints of the photo shoot with dates.

The first folder was dated in 1980 when my grandmother was 42 years old. She wasn't a kid, in fact she was married, had been for twenty years. My mom was 13 years old at the time. He older brother was 15. This was a simple nude shoot. Lots of poses in lingerie, then some with her breasts exposed, then tasteful shots where you could see her vagina mostly just her pubic hair but a few where her lips were a little exposed. Overall, it was a beautiful photoshoot of a woman in the prime of life. If that was the end of it, I thought even my grandfather would have been ok with it. I'd hope my husband would be ok with it if I posed for a shoot like that. I know that it's pretty common for newly weds these days to do a shoot like this, maybe she was just ahead of her time. It wasn't the only time.

More shoots, slowly becoming more risque. A couple a year, maybe thirty or so photos per set. She started showing more and more, close-ups, her touching herself, masturbating, simulating orgasm, or maybe really having one. I felt like I was invading her privacy but I couldn't stop looking. There were so many folders.

Then in 1985, a dick appeared. A series of pics of her steadily undressing, masturbating then a feigned look of shock as a man stood beside her with a huge hard-on. Then her touching the dick, sucking the dick, deep throating the dick, then cum on her face and in her mouth. The guy was not my grandfather who was in his mid 50s at the time. This was a young guy probably in his twenties.

A little shocked but hey maybe my grandfather was into this? Maybe he was ok with it. Then the next set. Another cock, another blow job. Then another blow job. This guy also ate her out and sucked her breasts. Each shoot was becoming more explicit.

1990 at age 50 my grandmother looked incredible. She was beautiful clothed or not and she took a big step. She was photographed having sex with a younger man. It was a very explicit shoot. Lots more photos, lots of sucking, eating, and fucking and cum on her freshly shaved vagina. Yup, she'd shaved for her big sex shoot. She had crossed a big line I thought.

Every photo shoot thereafter featured full on sex and lots of close-ups. Always younger men with what I would call larger dicks than normal, lots of her apparently cumming and lots of cum on her face, in her mouth, in and on her pussy and belly, sometimes her boobs. Why was there so much cum? Because she started doing group sex. Multiple guys, two at first all the way up to five. She looked so happy in these photos, free and easy and god she looked like she loved the sex.

Then in 1990, when she was 52 and still before her husband's death, a shoot different than the rest. Every photo was taken from the point of view of the photographer. She serviced him orally until the man came in her mouth, one of the last photo was of her genuine smile with cum dripping from her mouth. I like porn myself, and these pictures would have been a big turn on for me if it had been anyone else. But it was my grandmother servicing the damn photographer who had died and started all this.

In 1991 another first, she was photographed from the perspective of a person watching her service a man orally from the man's feet from the 69 position. No pictures from any other perspective, just her playing with and sucking a dick. A huge dick, a jet black dick. My grandmother performed in a porn shoot sucking off a black man, finishing up with a shot of a spurt of cum into her mouth then pics of the cum being swallowed and some dripping out of her mouth. I mean I've dated a couple black guys and have had sex with a few others-it's not anything nowadays. But then, for a married white women to give head to a black man was a big thing. My grandmother had really gotten her freak on. I started wishing I'd had personal convos with her about different things, gotten to know her better, discuss the cultural differences we've both experienced. But I never thought to.

She continued doing photo shoots until a few years after her husbands death. Black guys became regular partners, lots of fucking and cum pics and a few very explicit threesomes where she had two guys doing her, one in her vagina and one in her butt at the same time. Then it just stopped. Either she stopped it or the photographer did but it ended. I was shocked but I'll admit I admired her for living what appeared to be her best life. She loved being in the photos. The joy she was displaying was not faked. I also was upset because I just couldn't fathom my conservative grandfather being into all this and he was the nicest old guy ever.

So I didn't know what to do. These photos were important to my grandmother but what do I do? Save them? For whose benefit? Maybe destroy them. Maybe keep a few tasteful ones just for myself, I wasn't sure. I put the box in the spare bedroom and decided to wait.

Then, a few days later, my mom called. She'd gone over and for whatever reason, she looked in the box. She was just curious about it's contents. She went ballistic. No shock. Then it all came out. My grandmother had fucked around on her husband their entire marriage. My grandfather put up with it for whatever reason. My mom and her mother had never had a warm relationship. I found out why. My grandmother was a serial cheater and really made little effort to hide it. My mom had been exposed to it repeatedly. So mom destroyed the photos, burned them in her firepit. We can't speak of her mother at all anymore. She's persona non grata as they say.

So now I've told my family story. The only other person who knows is my fiancé. He wishes he'd seen the photos. He never met my grandmother.