The box of old video tapes was part of the haul clearing out my aunt’s basement as she downsized to an apartment. Dozens of cartridges of the obsolete media filled it – a few actual movies from decades ago, but mostly recordings of TV shows and news events, all destined for the recycle bin. But there was one labelled with “Untitled” crossed out and ‘Effie’ written in.
Of course my aunt still had a player – one of those old ‘triple play’ machines thad played DVDs and video tapes and the mini video tapes, and it wasn’t quite packed yet.
It took a few minutes to get everything wired up. Backward compatibility of electronics was definitely not a thing back then.‘ But I was rewarded with a snow pattern crazily shifting to a blue screen on which “Making Effie” in some dated font faded in as white text, followed by “May 24, 1998″ underneath it.
And holy fuck, it was a sex tape. Of Mom and Dad. And Aunt Jill.
The tape showed the three of them all over the place. Fucking, sucking, in all the combinations possible. Dad fucked Mom, Dad fucked Jill. Mom and Jill ate each other while Dad fucked one of them. JIll went down on Dad while Mom rode his face. This was better than more than half of what was online, were it not for the old video quality. I was too shocked, then too rapt to turn it off, and I was curious.
By the end of it all, I was flushed. I wouldn’t admit I was turned on, but I could feel my panties were damp. But it was the last scene that truly got me. I rewound and played it again, and then again, as my hand found its way under my waistband.
They had moved the camera again, to a closeup of Mom, practically the age I am now, leaned back on top of Dad, ‘reverse cowgirl’ looking lustily into the camera. You couldn’t see Dad’s face, but you could see his cock thrusting up into Mom’s pussy from below. From the side, Aunt Jill leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick long and hard at Mom’s clit. The scene was only a couple minutes long, but with the repeated viewing it was obvious. It was Jill’s tongue that made Mom cum, a swipe and swirl that made her gasp and push herself down onto Dad’s cock. I could see her muscles contracting around the shaft as the balls below it tightened. His groan sounded half muffled, and the underside of the cock started to pulse and throb visibly, and I knew he was cumming, too.
I stared rapt at the record of my own making, and the fourth time through, I came when Mom did.
It was in a post-wank daze I finally let the tape finish. The sex was over, but the tape wasn’t. The real ending, set to some forgotten 90′s pop was a photo-montage of Mom’s pregnancy, watching her get bigger and bigger over the next 9 months, in fun, everyday candid pics with just her, or with Dad, or with Jill, or all three together. And in the end a picture of Mom and Dad smiling with newborn me, with a big “Thank You Jill” in a hokey heart sliding across the screen.
Of course this tape wasn’t getting trashed. The only question remaining was whether I would give it to Jill in the pile of “things to keep” without mentioning anything, or tell her that I had seen it, or not give it to her at all and just keep it for myself. One thing I knew was I wouldn’t be able to see Aunt Jill – or my parents – quite the same way ever again.