I have not recorded anything myself, but I do have a story to share on how I eventually obtained and watched the sex tapes of her that my dad recorded.
For context, my mom is a pretty amazing MILF, if I may say so. Vivid, short red hair, glowing loving smile, DD breasts (according to her bras, they look bigger honestly), and a big, round ass. A thick woman with a bit of pudge, but not fat. Imagine a mix of Kari Byron from Mythbusters and porn star Brittany O’Connell, and you have my mom. Friends growing up in my teens openly admitted to my face that they jacked off to her, and I guiltily but slowly got accustomed to blowing my load to her as well. I don’t cum as hard to any other woman nearly as much as her.
Furthermore, she and my dad were sexually active on a regular basis. They owned multiple VHS porn videos that I stumbled upon as a child, and I later discovered their DVDs and sex toys as well. One day in my teens, I was looking for the family’s camcorder that we used for vacations, and a tape was already inside.
Curious, I flipped the LCD screen open and pressed the ‘play’ button. For about fifteen seconds I watched a point-of-view shot looking down at my naked mom, witnessing her tits bounce as my dad fucked her. It seemed like he was demeaning her, saying things like “Come on, bitch” and my mom was encouraging him with each of her moans.
This was early in my own fascination with her, so I stopped the playback to process what I just saw. Not being sure I wanted to watch more and being paranoid that I’d be caught, I put the camcorder back and sort of forgot about it. As time went on and my own jerk-off fantasies with my mom grew more intense, I started to wonder more and more about the tape’s contents, and thought of opportunities where I might be able to watch everything they’ve recorded.
To cut to the chase, several years later my dad passed away, and sometime after that I was able to get a hold of the camcorder again and two tapes they made. With my own place now, I got a bit of a buzz going and got all the equipment ready. My degenerate imagination was already thinking about what might be on them, what I might see. A dark part of me wanting there to be some belittling of me, calling me a worthless son as they made love or something like that. I knew it was highly unlikely, and I grew up in a fairly caring and nurturing household, but I fantasized all the same anyway.
I rewound both tapes (labeled ‘1’ and ‘2’ respectively) and started with the first.
Tape 1 was fairly tame and only about fifteen minutes. A good majority of it was recorded at some motel, where my mom rode my dad and the view wasn’t that great. Then after that the recordings shifted mostly to their bedroom, where a slightly better angle captured her blowing my dad at various times. The weirdest part was that my dad kept bringing up piss, which I guess was a kink for him.
Tape 2 was where things got both interesting and better, at least somewhat. I got to the scene I had watched several years prior and watched it in its full capacity. A lot of it was more awkward dirty talk mixed with standard sex. It didn’t blow my mind, really. There were a number of other short bedroom scenes also not worth mentioning.
A scene that caught me off guard was in the bathroom. After starting the recording, my father climbs into the bathtub and gets underneath my naked mother. She grins down at him, and then after angling herself a bit pisses into his waiting open mouth. She fully empties her bladder, and it looks like my old man does in fact drink it. I guess it was more than just fetish talk for him.
The last two scenes of the tape were brief, but amazing.
The first, a straight on shot of about two minutes. The camcorder was resting on my dad’s stomach, with my mom at his cock giving him a wet, dutiful blowjob. She wore a lacy red bra and was pressing her tits right into his balls as she sucked him. Every now and again as she was moaning and licking, she would look up, right into the view finder, as if she was staring directly at me.
The second lasts a whole of maybe fifteen seconds. It was of my mom in a bubbly, soapy hot tub. Noticing that my dad is recording, she smiles and brings her arms back, lifting herself up from the porcelain rim. Giving my dad a show, she thrusted her tits forward and skimmed her nipples across the bubbly foam, swaying them back and forth. With half-lidded eyes, she flicked her tongue seductively at my dad holding the camera, and says with a sultry, teasing voice:
“Care to join me?”
My dad must’ve not lasted much longer, cause the tape ended right there.
TL;DR: I watched my parent’s sex tapes after discovering them years ago. They were fairly mediocre over all, except for a few glorious moments that made it worthwhile. I also found out my dad was a piss drinker, which was weird.
