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I stumbled upon a box of super8 home movies when cleaning out my mother's basement after she passed away in March 2020. In hindsight, I should have thrown them away but I thought they may have been family movies of my parents playing with me and my siblings. So, I kept them and put them in my own basement because I was too busy to go through them at the time. Then I got distracted and forgot all about them.

Three years later, when my wife was out of town I was in the basement looking for something and I came across the old movies. I had nothing planned for the evening so I pulled put the old projector, the movie screen and the box of movies. They weren't labeled with anything except a date, so I grabbed the oldest one, dated July 15, 1973 and loaded it into the projector. I would have been 6 years old and my two sisters would have been 2 and 4, at the time. Then I turned down the lights in my basement theater and started the projector.

The movie started with a man I knew as uncle Harold. He wasn't really my uncle but he was around a lot when I was a kid and right up until I moved out, and that's what me and my sisters called him. Harold was a black man who was a few years older than my parents and in the movie he was dressed exactly as I remembered him. He wore olive colored bell bottom pants and a green and yellow paisley shirt with big 70s style lapels that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His tight curly hair was worn in a medium height afro and he had several gold chains around his neck. I didn't recognize the room he was in at first, but then I saw the turquoise-colored bathtub from my parents master bathroom in the background and I quickly surmised that he was in my parents bedroom. I thought that was an odd place for a home movie but being somewhat naïve I kept the projector rolling as the camera panned from Harold to my parents' bed. There I saw my 26 year old mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked pensive and her legs were properly crossed at the ankles. The camera zoomed in so she filled the frame and I was struck by how pretty my mother had been in her youth. Her natural brown hair was dyed blonde and worn long and wavy and she had heavy makeup with blue eye shadow and thick red lipstick. Mom had been a voluptuous, full-figured woman and she was dressed in a tight cocktail dress with a deep v neckline that showed her ample breasts. A strand of pearls hung in her cleavage and her chest looked flushed and pink. She looked at the camera and blew a kiss to the camera man, who I assumed was my father.

The camera pulled back, showing almost the entire room, and I could see Harold standing beside my father's dresser near the bathroom door. Across from the camera was my mother's dresser and I could see my father, dressed in brown corduroy pants and an orange, flow print shirt with he trademark thick brown mustache and thick sideburns on each cheek.

Harold was a strong, muscular man with the look of a Hollywood actor and he smiled warmly at the camera. I hadn't realized there was sound on the movie until I heard my father's voice say "action."

At my father's direction Harold walked across the room towards my mother. He stopped in front of her and reached for the zipper of his pants. It was like watching a car cash. It felt like time slowed but my arms and legs were to heavy to move quickly and by the time I registered what was happening Harold had pulled out his giant black cock. I watched in horror as my mother grabbed it with both hands and pulled it to her open lips.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt ill, but I couldn't stop watching as my then 26-year-old mother devoured Harold's cock. She sucked him like a pro, taking a sizeable portion into her throat and holding it there while Harold pawed at her big tits, pulling them lewdly from her dress and bra. It was surreal and my mind was reeling. My parents were swingers and my "Uncle" Harold was mom's lover. It was hard to fathom.

I looked away to gather myself and then I started to move towards the projector but my mother's voice stopped me as she asked Harold to undress her. I looked at the screen and Harold was lifting her dress over her head. Under her dress she wore a pair of white frilly panties with a thick waistband and a matching lace bra. She reached behind her and unfastened the bra, letting her pale white breasts spill free and I saw her big areola and hard nipples as Harold tossed her dress to the

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