As part of my art degree course I had to complete a portfolio of photographs which followed a theme. I had spent so long thinking about it that I was running out of time. The other day I came across some pictures by Frank Wallis on the Net. They were of nude and semi-nude women taken on the streets of New York. Most if not all were in public places. It was after seeing them that I decided that I wanted to try something similar. Unfortunately none of the models from college were interested. It was the end of the spring term by then so I went home for Easter.
Over the break I told my elder sister Amy about my problem. She liked Wallis's photos as much as I did and told me she would ask her friends if they were interested. She went out on a girl's night out that night so I was hopeful that she would talk some one into posing. I waited up 'till one for her to get home.
Amy came in and slumped down beside me on the couch.
'Sorry Paul. I asked all my friends and even a few of their friends but no one was even a little bit interested. Sorry, I did try honest.'
I was shattered by the news her friends had been just about my last hope of finding a model.
'I wonder if mom would lend me the money to hire some one?' I was thinking out loud but in my heart I knew an agency model wouldn't look right.
'I'm sure something will turn up.' Amy said as she went off to bed.
I sat alone on the couch and decided I would just have to find a different subject for my assignment. I was eating breakfast with mom the next morning when Amy came down, straight away she asked if I'd thought of advertising for a model in the paper. Mom asked why I needed a model and Amy came right out and told her and about Wallis and his pictures. I could have died, as we never mention anything like that at home.
To my surprise our mother was more than casually interested in what I was up to. She asked Amy to show her the pictures she had downloaded from the net. When she came back she asked me all sorts of questions about where I was going to take the pictures and what poses I would use. She more or less insisted that I show her my results. Which surprised me a lot as I had always considered her somewhat of a prude where sex and stuff like that was concerned.
Anyway they both agreed that it might be worth advertising in the local paper. Something like, 'Amateur photographer seeks amateur model.' While we were discussing that, mom asked if I had considered using an older woman, which I hadn't. She had a wide circle of friends and could ask around. I had nothing to loose so I asked her to try. She also rang in the add which went in that evenings paper.
I waited in that evening convinced that some one would call. But after three days I had to admit that no one would. Amy took me out for a drink that night. We walked to the pub and by ten we were both 'fairly merry.' We were winding our way slowly home when we had to sit on a bench to rest. I started moaning about how I couldn't get a model. Mom had struck out by then as well. I told her I couldn't think of another subject and I would surly fail my course. Amy in her drunken state sympathized with me and told me if she had the nerve she would help me out. It took several minutes for this to filter through to my sozzled brain but when it did the answer was clear as crystal. I told her that if she remembered in most of Wallis's shots the model's head was covered with her dress or she had her face turned away from the camera.
Amy listened to me explain this and started giggling to herself.
'You want to photograph me?'
'Why not. You've got a great little figure. Your tits could be bigger but you can't have everything.' She punched my arm in mock shock at what I said but didn't say anything at first.
'Do you mean that?'
'What?'
'That I look good enough to be a model?'
'Amy.' I said in a slurred way. 'You are easily as attractive as any model I've painted at college. Honest.'
We continued on our way home. Neither of us saying much. Once we were home I went straight to bed. Amy stopped by my door on the way to hers,
'Does it really mean that much to you, the photo's I mean?'
'Yeah.' I grunted 'I just can't think of anything else I fancy doing.'
'In the pictures you want, you won't see the models face?'
'No, the beauty of it is that it could be anyone in the picture. Why?'
She was coy for a moment before she said came further into my room.
'Well…if you really want some one to pose…I could do it for you, if you're sure I look good enough. And if no one will ever know it's me.'
'Are you sure you want to, you know pose. I mean you are my sister and all that. What if mom and dad found out?'
'They must never know. You can tell them it is some one who phoned from the paper. Besides you'd do the same for me wouldn't you?'
I would I suppose and I told her so.
'That's settled then. You decide where and when and we'll see how we get on.'
Abruptly she got up and said goodnight. Leaving me wide-awake. I had been so busy looking for a model, now I had one I realised I hadn't thought of where to actually take the pictures. I fell asleep working on the problem and before I knew it, it was morning. Amy and dad had all ready left; mom did me some breakfast and sat at the table with me as I ate it.
'Any look on the model front?'
'Well a woman called yesterday while you were out. I'm meeting her today.'
'That sounds great, I hope she turns out all right.' Mom sounded a little subdued but I didn't really think much of it.
'Have you still got those pictures Amy showed me, from that bloke on the net?'
'Yes, why?' I asked beginning to get curious.
'Oh nothing, I just wanted to have another look at them, that's all.'
She tried to sound relaxed but I could see that she was up to something.
When I had finished eating, she took my plate away and after she had washed it she again asked me to show her the photos. She followed me to Amy's room and watched as I brought them up with Paint Shop Pro. Mom asked me to enlarge a couple of them and even commented on how nice they were. She was looking at one of my favorites, 'New York Railway' it's called, when she said,
'She could be anyone couldn't it.'
The next one she commented on was called 'Canal Street' A woman is bent over at the waist leaning into a car. Her bum and bare legs are on show.
'I could do that.' A simple statement but it sent a sock-wave through me as if I had been shot
'Cobbles' came up next, the model is walking away from the camera and is pulling her dress over her head.
'I could do that as well.' I wasn't so shocked this time but still couldn't speak.
The final one she looked at was called 'Manhattan'.
'If she had a hat on, that could be anyone as well.' I finally found my voice after this comment.
'Mom are you saying you'd pose for shots like these?' I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my mother.
'Paul, I know you think I'm a bit of a prude, but before I met your dad I was a bit wild. One thing I always wanted to be was a model. I used to dream of sitting for hours while some one painted me. If this woman doesn't pan out what do you say? If you want to get your pictures that bad I don't mine posing for them, after all no one will ever suspect it's me in the pictures will they?'
She had a point there no one would ever think for even a second that mom would do anything like that. But how could I take pictures of my mom showing her bum and pubes to me?
'It's a great idea mom…but I don't think I could, you know photograph you nude.'
'Who said anything about nude? Anyway I've seen the paintings you've done at college, you've done loads of nudes.'
'I know…but they weren't you were they.'
'I don't see why that should matter. I mean one body is much like another isn't it?'
'I know.' I said, knowing I was running out of arguments. 'I don't know if I can, with you.'
'Do you mean you don't want to even try?'
'I want to don't get me wrong I just don't think it's right.'
'Let me worry about that. Are you game then?'
I had run out of excuses and to tell you the truth the thought of seeing my mom nude was hitting a spot I had never even thought of before. Whether it was looking at the pictures on the computer or my mother speaking like she was about posing for me, but I had a hardon that was making it's presence known to me. I agreed to photograph her but told her I would see how the woman worked out today. She reluctantly agreed and went downstairs to do something or other. I went to the bathroom and shot a stream of sperm into the sink. Four strokes was all it took!
Amy rang at dinnertime and told me she had found the perfect place for a photo. She wouldn't tell me where it was but later when she got home she told me to get my camera ready and she'd take me there. She asked me what I wanted her to wear and asked her to show me what she had. In her room she pulled out several summer dresses, any of which would do. I selected a loose short one and left her to put it on. I was shacking already and we hadn't even started. A few minutes later she came into my room wearing the dress. Her small tits moved under the thin material of the dress, which reached to her mid thigh.
Before we went down stairs she put a coat on. We told mom Amy was driving me to meet the woman and left before she could ask any awkward questions. Amy drove us to the centre of town, parked her car and said it was only a hundred yards or so. We got out and walked towards the bank where she worked as a teller.
'Here we are' she said. She handed me her coat and stood in front of the main door of the bank. Her hands were on her hips in a Peter Pan stance.
'Well get your camera ready, I'll change my mind in a minute.'
I pulled my camera out, adjusted it for the light and looked at her through the lens. I saw a twenty-year-old woman who looked stunning.
'Ok.' I said, 'I'm ready'
I saw her through the viewfinder look all around us before she took hold of the bottom of her dress. My finger touched the shutter button as she started to raise it up. First her thighs came into view and then of all things her knickers. I had expected her to be nude under the dress but didn't say anything. The dress was quickly raised to cover her face when it had I took about five pictures of her exposed tits. As soon as I had taken the pictures she dropped the dress and we legged it back to the car. She drove away from the centre and didn't speak untill we were half way home.
'Well did you get the shot you wanted?'
'Yeah.... I only saw you though the viewfinder but you looked just fine to me. Do you fancy another?'
'I don't know; Ok, you suggest something.'
'What about some bum shots?'
'If you say so, where?'
'Pull in over there. We past an alley just now that will do.'
She pulled over and we walked back to the alley.
'Amy?' I asked her. 'For the bum shot could you take your knickers off. I mean I'll only see your bum.'
She thought about it but said she had thongs on and they wouldn't show much. The shot wouldn't look right with them on but I didn't say anything. I photographed her as she lifted her dress while walking away from me. As she had said they were hardly noticeable but I knew it wouldn't look right but what could I do? We headed for home after that. I had a small darkroom set up under the stairs where I developed the film and left it to dry. Amy had to go out and when we were alone mom asked me how I had got on with the woman. I told her I had taken some photos but wasn't too hopeful.
I told her I had developed the film and was going to enlarge some shots in half an hour or so. Mom more or less insisted she watch me doing the blow-ups. What could I say so I agreed to let her watch me. As I got the chemicals ready she hovered around in the hallway. I couldn't put it off any longer so we started on the photos. I knew there was none of Amy's face but would mom recognize her dress and body? In the end she didn't and like me was disappointed that Amy had kept her knickers on in both locations. None of the pictures were what I was after. Mom knew it as well.
'They aren't what you wanted are they dear.'
'No. She had to be nude in all the right places, you know…'
'I know what you mean. So are you going to give me a try now?'
I was running out of options, besides, ever since she had offered, I had thought of little else but photographing her. I still couldn't help but be apprehensive about it.
'Ok mom if you're sure you want to.'
'You bet, how about in the morning we have a go. I know just the place, it'll be quiet enough first thing.'
We left the pictures to dry and went to the kitchen.
'What will I tell Amy when she sees the photos?' I asked.
'Easy, just say another woman rang about the advert.'
I was drinking a glass of coke as she said this and I nearly choked. I gave up trying to talk her out of it and started to look forward to the morning. So much so that I had to jerk off again when I had a shower. Amy got back later and had a look at the photos she seemed happy enough with them and I didn't have the heart to tell her they weren't what I was after. She just said she should have worn flashier knickers, but not none at all.
The next day finally arrived. As soon as Amy and dad were out the door mom winked at me and said she was off to get changed. I all ready had my camera stuff ready so I sat at the breakfast table and finished my coffee. Mom came down five minutes later in a really nice summer dress. Her tits were only a little bigger than Amy's but they moved freely as she walked into the room.
'Mom you look great, how come you've never worn that dress before?'
'Simple, I only got it yesterday. And look.'
As I looked she turned and flashed her bum at me, sans any knickers! I only saw her arse for a second but it was long enough to know it looked perfect for the job in hand. I was speechless once more at what she had done. But moments later I said quietly to her,
'It's on thing flashing your bum in here, but will you do it outside for me as well?'
'Don't you worry about that I'll pose anyway you want me too, and I mean any way. Ok I'm ready when you are.'
I picked up my bag and said I was all packed. She picked up her keys, slipped a coat on and we headed for the door. I didn't ask where we were headed but before long I guessed. There is a ruined abbey near where we live; we often walk there on summer's days. Like she said it was always quiet especially on weekday mornings. Ours was the only car in the small carpark and we walked into the ruin confident we would have the place to our selves. I watched my mom walking in front of me and found it hard to remember that all my life she had been such a prude. In a few moments time she was going to expose all of her body for me to photograph. She came to a stop in the complete doorway for which the abbey is famous.
The setting was perfect; plenty of light and the smooth lines of a naked woman always look good against rough stone. I pulled out my camera and set up a tripod. I knew I would need it as my hands were shacking terribly. Mom was standing looking at me in exactly the same way as Amy had done last night. Just like Peter Pan.
'Ok I'm ready, are you sure about this mom, I mean if you….' My voice trailed off at this point as I watched her lift up the hem of her dress to firstly reveal her smooth thighs then her neatly trimmed pubs came into view. The dress carried on raising and mom kept smiling. I was unable to move as I saw her flat stomach just ahead of her tits. At this point she covered her face with the dress. I just looked at her open mouthed.
'Paul,' she said 'Are you going to stare at me all morning or take my picture?'
'God mom, I'm sorry, it's just you're so beautiful. Hold still while I take a few pictures.'
I took some where I was and also some from closer. I told her she could loose the dress and once more her smiling face came into view. I asked her to stand nearer the doorframe and asked her to lift her dress once more. She did as I asked and this time I asked her to stand with her feet slightly apart. I wanted there to be a gap at the top of her legs. That little detail made all the difference and when I had got her arms into just the right position by lifting them for her I was completely happy with the pose.
Being so close to my naked mother had the inevitable effect but I managed to over ride it by concentrating hard on what I was doing. Once I started to think of her as 'just' another model it became easier but not that much. We tried a few walking shots and a few more posed ones. We had been there at least an hour when as mom lowered her dress from in front of her face she saw an old man out walking his dog looking at her with his mouth wide open. Mom just said good morning and carried on with him watching! The poor man had the surprise of his life as she flashed her pubs at me.
We left the ruin after that both of us were eager to see what the pictures would be like. I developed the films and we sat in the kitchen waiting for them to dry. Mom was still buzzing from what she had done and I suppose I was as well. She still only had the dress on and was completely at ease wearing it and nothing else. Whenever she leaned forward the dress drooped enough for me to see all of her tits. Although I had seen them at there best for most of the morning seeing them like that still grabbed my attention. Everytime.
When the film was dry we squeezed into the dark room. It is cozy in there and our bodies often touched. As I had to reach across in front of her quite often I regularly felt her tits rub against my arm. She often placed her hand on my lower back as she leaned over me to watch me and I in turn put my hands on her hips as I looked over her shoulder. Our touching started to become more frequent as the session went on. Where my hand on her back had started around the middle of her back it was soon very near the top of her arse. She in turn was started to make very crude remarks about the pictures. Words like tits boobs ming and pussy were coming out of her mouth.
While we were both watching a print in the developer start to appear I noticed her absentmindedly scratch the top of her thigh. As I watched, her hand moved higher up her leg untill she was actually touching her pussy. I only watched out of the corner of my eye but what she was doing held me spell bound. In the end it was her saying she thought the print was ready that snapped me out of it. I transferred the print to the stop bath and then into the fixer. Mom continued to play with her pubes with her fingertips.
It was too much for me I had had a hardon since shortly after we had gone in there and seeing her casually playing with herself made me forget she was my mother and I stood close behind her. I had my hands on her hips for a second before sliding them onto her tummy. She continued to play with her pubes although now I think she was working on her clit. Her breathing had become heavier and I moved my hands up to her tits they felt just terrific through the thin dress. As I squeezed them in my hands her whole body shuddered in a violent orgasm. When it subsided she seemed to come out of her trance. She turned towards me, said she needed some air and went outside.
Alone in the darkroom I looked at the prints we had already made. Everyone was perfect admittedly they weren't set in the town like I had first hoped but they were close to what I was after. As I studied the prints there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Amy. She came in before I could say anything and saw the pictures of our mom drying. In none of them could mom's face be seen but that didn't stop me from thinking Amy might recognize her.'Oh Paul these are just great. Who is the woman? It's in the abbey isn't it.'
'Yeah the abbey, would you believe a woman rang this morning about the advert and agreed to pose over the phone. She met me at the abbey this morning.'
'Are mine still here?'
'They're over there.' I replied.
Amy didn't say much as she looked at her images.
'They're nice pictures aren't they. I've been thinking about nothing else all day. Do you fancy another go at it? I don't know why I kept my knickers on yesterday.' she confided to me. 'I knew what you were after I just didn't have the nerve last night but I'll be all right to day. This woman is really good looking isn't she, what was she like?'
'Oh you know nice polite obliging. She posed any way I wanted her to. Even when a bloke went by walking his dog.'
I was still too turned on to concentrate so I went to the bathroom to do the necessary. I realised I hadn't eaten since breakfast when I came back down stairs. Mom was once more dressed in her normal clothes but wouldn't look at me. I asked her what was wrong. But all she would say was that she was busy. She had come down to earth with a bump I think. There wasn't much I could say so I ate a sandwich and went to see if Amy wanted to 'work'. I knocked on her door and went in when she answered.
Amy was looking through her wardrobe.
'What do you want me to wear?'
I pointed at a thin dress and she pulled it out. I was lying on her bed watching her. She undid and removed her blouse and then her skirt. Then while looking at me she removed her bra and slipped the dress over her shoulders. While holding my gaze she reached under the dress and slipped her tights and knickers off.
'I'm ready.'
'Show me your pubs.' I asked her.
Our eyes were locked together as she raised the dress for me. When it was clear of her pussy I lowered mine to see them. They were as neatly trimmed as moms are. Amy didn't let go of the dress and even raised it some more. She raised it untill her tits were also on show.
'Amy, maybe we should get going before you change your mind. You look red-hot you know, come on.'
I bounced off the bed and went to get my camera bag. Amy met me at the bottom of the stairs and we left without mom seeing us leave. We went into the town again and once more she posed at the door of the bank this time though the shot was just right; pussy and tits together framed by the grand doors of the ancient bank. Next we went on to imitate as many of Wallis's poses as we could remember even thinking up a few of our own. It wasn't too late when we got back so I developed the film and together we studied the negatives. Amy had to meet her boy friend so she couldn't stay to watch me enlarge some of the best looking ones.
Mom joined me when I had been working for an hour or so. She was still quiet when she came in but after a while she began to offer advice about how the photos could be framed. In the end I got five pictures which I was really happy with. Mom picked out her favorite; it was one of just Amy's naked legs from the rear. She was bending away from the camera.
'Paul,' she said as she looked at it. 'About this afternoon. I don't know what came over me.'
'I do; you relaxed and enjoyed your self. Where's the harm in that?'
'Is that how you see it?'
'Of course it is. And I'm sorry I touched you like I did.'
'Oh that doesn't matter, like you said I was enjoying myself too much to worry.'
'Whatever it's just between us. Like the pictures it's our little secret.'
This seemed to relax her once more and she was almost as she was before she touched herself. We came out of the darkroom together and joined dad in the lounge. He asked me how I was getting along with my pictures and I fetched him the five best ones. Two were of mom and three of Amy. Mom watched him closely to see if he recognized her body but apparently he didn't. He asked who the models were and where I had found them but nothing else.
When Amy got home I showed her the photos and she was as pleased as I was with the results. It was while we were looking at them that I asked her if she fancied doing some proper studio work. She could still hide her face, either by turning away or whatever. She didn't know but at least she didn't come right out and say no way.
When I went up to my room later I took some of the photos with me. I spread them over my bed and studied them all closely. Seeing my mom and sister like they were made me hard once more and I couldn't keep from jerking myself off. I really needed to find myself a girl.
The next morning I once more ate my breakfast with just mom. She asked me if I had enough photos for my project and I told her I had just about. The minimum would be five pictures but there were six or seven, which I could use. After I had finished eating I took my coffee to Amy's room to look at Wallis's photos. There was still two which I hadn't done which I had hoped to try. That was the 'New York Station' one and 'Welcome to Manhattan'. The Manhattan one could easily be done next to a welcome to our town sign. Mom came in as I was looking at it and looked at it with me.
'That's a nice one. You didn't get one like that did you?'
'Not yet…do you fancy having a go this morning. We could use the sign that's just down the road.'
'I know the one you mean. It gets busy there some times doesn't it?'
'Some times, but if we waited for the right moment it would be worth the wait.'
I thought she might have lost her nerve for a moment but she suddenly said,
'Ok, I know just the dress, I'll just slip it on.'
With that she went to her room to change. I stayed where I was studying the images. She came back a couple of minutes latter wearing a dress almost exactly like the one in the photo. As I looked at her mom assumed the pose she would use. That is she lifted the dress to show me her pussy. I looked from her to the screen and asked her to adjust her stance just a little, to make it more 'slutty'. When it was right she looked exactly like Sheila, the model in the photo. All mom needed was a small hat to cover her face and we were there. I walked around her as she stayed in the pose trying to think of any way it could be improved. I slipped the straps off her shoulders. Then lowered the top of the dress a little. I stepped back to look at the result. More cleavage was needed so I lowered the dress untill it was just above her nipples.
Once more I stepped back to look at her. By now the situation had got to me. Having mom pose like this and happily let me arrange her clothes and stance was electric. I walked around her again her bum as well as her pussy was on show. I stood in front of her while she still had her head lowered. I slipped the dress off her tits. Her nipples were so hard as I looked at them. The dress was tight enough so that it stayed where I left it and I once more stepped back to study the effect. Mom looked so slutty I couldn't believe it was her. In the end I covered her tits and resorted to the original stance.
We walked to the sign, which was only a couple of hundred yards away. Mom wore a coat over her dress and in the end we only had to wait four or five minutes before we got the shot. Once we had it we headed for home where I processed the film and a little later we enlarged it. Mom was really pleased with it, as I was. It was easily the best so far. Mom still had on the same dress and as we looked at the print I stood behind her looking over her shoulder. I had my hands on her hips as I had done yesterday. Mom tensed a little, but soon relaxed. I kissed her neck lightly and thanked her for what she had done.
'You don't have to thank me, I loved ever second of it.'
'Every second? Even when I held your tits yesterday?'
'Even that.'
I whispered into her ear that she was beautiful as I moved my hands closer to her tits and held her tummy just below them. Mom slipped her hand under her dress to touch her self. My hands moved onto her soft tits as she started to play with her self. As I fondled her, her breathing got faster and she pushed her bum hard onto my dick. Only thirty seconds later mom shuddered as she orgasmed. This time though, instead of leaving, she turned to face me and hugged me tightly. She must have noticed my hardon although she didn't mention it. She did flatten it against me with her stomach though. I spent the rest of the morning either in the darkroom or the bathroom! By lunchtime I had eight photos which I was more than happy with.
I was getting something to eat at around one when mom came in and asked how I had got on. I told her I had enough pictures for my portfolio.
'Oh.' She said in a kind of disappointed way.
'What's up.'
'Well…I've been to the shops this morning.'
'And?'
'I just thought you might have wanted to get that last photo, you know the railway station one.'
'What did you buy?' I asked curiously.
'Wait here and I'll show you.'
I hoped I knew what she had brought and sure enough three minutes later she came in wearing a black velvet jacket with a loose, thigh length skirt on top of black hold-up stockings. When she was in the kitchen she did a slow twirl before turning her back on me and assuming the pose of 'New York Railway.' That is she lifted the skirt up to reveal her bum. She stood in exactly the same way as in Wallis's photo, I just had to take her photo like that so ten minutes later we walked onto the platform of the nearest station. The platform was deserted when we got there. It took me a moment to get my camera ready and after checking no one was looking mom lifted the skirt and walked away from me. She did this four times to make sure we got a result and we rushed home to check the results in the dark room. Any one of the shots would have done so it was easy to pick one to add to my portfolio.
Amy couldn't believe how good the photos were when she saw them later that afternoon. She told me how much she was looking forward to doing the 'welcome' one. I told her that we still could, after all I had nothing to loose. So, while we still had plenty of light but after the traffic had died down a bit we walked down to the sign and for the second time that day I photographed a semi-nude woman beside a welcome to our town sign. The resulting picture was every bit as good as moms and now I had to choose between the two.
The next morning when I came down for breakfast, I found Mom and Amy looking at pictures of them selves. I knew that something was wrong but wasn't quick enough to spot what it was. I never found out who had confessed first but they both knew that it was the both of them in the photos. I was worried for a moment, untill they both started laughing like young kids. Luckily they both thought it was hilarious the way they had both volunteered to be my models. In a way it made things a lot easier, there was now no need to lie like we had been doing to each other. As we chatted about things Amy mentioned what I had asked her two nights ago. Far from being shocked mom thought it was a great idea.
'In fact…' she started to say but fell silent.
'You wouldn't mind posing your self.' I ventured.
'You know me quiet well don't you.'
'I do now that's for sure. What do you say, we could use the spare bedroom. If we moved the bed out there would be plenty of room.'
'I'm not so sure.' mom said.
'Oh go on mom, we could pose together.' Chipped in Amy.
That is an idea that had not even begun to form in my mind, but as soon as she voiced it I could see that it would be fantastic. I went up to the room to check it out. Like I had thought, if we moved the bed onto the landing there would be more than enough room to work. As I was looking around the room I heard mom and Amy climbing the stairs. They both came into the room and agreed that it would be just right.
'What you mean you'll give it a go mom.'
'No, but I'll watch you and Amy if that's all right with you both.'
'Well I don't mind, how about you Amy?'
'Oh I don't mind, let's get this bed out of the way and then we can get started.' She said.
So we all three maneuvered the bed out of the room along with a small chest of draws. When they were out of the way we had plenty of room. I went to get my camera and a couple of flashguns. Amy who had been still in her nightie and dressing gown was sitting on a chair waiting for me. Mom was hovering around tidying things. When I had set up my tripod and things I looked at Amy who stood up and with out any fuss removed her dressing gown and then with equal speed, her nightie. Being completely naked in front of mother and me obviously didn't bother her any more.
When I started to study the light I found that there was more than enough streaming through the large window to work with. Strong side lighting always looks good on nudes. I took some standard shots of her looking coyly away from me before trying some that concentrated on her body lines alone. These were focused on just a breast or maybe a tight shot of her pubs. In a few we poured massaging oil onto her. I had seen this effect some where and as for them it worked perfectly for me as well.
As I clicked away mom watched us both continually. After we had been there for a couple of hours she made us some coffee and we had a break. It was warm in the room so Amy stayed naked as we relaxed and chatted.
'What do you think mom? A natural model in the making.'
'Yes she's lovely isn't she.' She said as she ran her hands lovingly through Amy's hair.
'Don't you fancy having a go mom?' she asked her.
'Paul doesn't want to photograph me when he's got you.'
'Mom.' I said. 'Your body is every bit as good looking as Amy's. So what do you say do you fancy posing for a few shots?'
I knew she wanted to have a go I could tell the way she was watching Amy, but I didn't expect her to casually remove her clothes while we watched her. Mom stripped off everything and then sat back on her stool to finish her coffee. I put mine aside and took some photos of her as she sat drinking. Even in such an unbecoming position she looked great. After that we went over similar ground as with Amy.
It was a small jump from there to having them both together. Separate they were great but together they were just unbelievable. Any inhibitions they might have once had evaporated as they touched each other in more and more erotic ways. Soon they were completely oblivious to my presence as they slipped in to a world of their own. I had more than enough photos to keep me busy for hours so I left them to it.
It was over an hour later that I heard a tap on my door. I opened it a few minutes later to find my mom there in a dressing gown. She came in eager to look at the prints I had made. She was wet from a shower but still buzzing from what had happened. I had enlarged some of Amy, some of her and some of the two of them. Mom loved every one and asked me,
'Have you got any film left?'
'Yeah I think I've got one roll left have you thought of some more poses?'
'That's right, come up stairs and you'll see.'
She let her self out with a smile on her face. I was only a minute or so behind her getting to the room. Amy was there as well also wearing a dressing gown.
'Right I'm ready.' I said.
'No you're not.' Amy and mom both said together.
I looked at them both and they both looked at me with smiles all over their faces.
'It's your turn now.' Amy said. 'We want to photograph you in the buff. So get um off darling.'
I looked from one to the other before and could see they meant what they said. So I handed my camera to mom and started stripping off my stuff. Luckily I didn't have a boner at the time. I removed my shirt jeans and socks, straightened my boxers and said I was ready. They both looked at me with the same look on their faces.
'Off?'
'OFF!'
I slipped them off and simple said 'Right how do you want me?'
Mom had the camera to her eye and took a photo of me as I looked at her. 'Just walk around, you know the drill.'
So I posed like I had seen male models do and it seemed to please them both.
'Amy.' She said as she looked at me through the camera. ' Stand beside him, you know nude.'
Amy lost her gown and did as mom asked. Click.
'Now Paul stand behind her and hold her arms' click.
'Kiss her neck.' Click.
'Amy stand behind him and feel his chest.' Click.
'Now put one hand on his dick and one at the side of his face.' Click.
'Paul you stand behind and hold her tits.' Click.
This went on for a further ten shots, untill Amy said it was her turn to photograph the two of us. So mom slipped her gown off and handed the camera to an equally naked Amy.
'Now mom you stand behind Paul and wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck.' Click.
'Now swoop around, Paul cross your arms under moms tits.' Click.
'Cover her pubes with one hand and her tits with the other arm. Mom, hold his head with both your hands and look up at his face. Paul look straight at me.' Click.
'Swoop around again. Mom cover his dick with your hands, Paul put your hands on her hips and try to kiss her hair.' Click.
'Now both turn side ways to me. Stand a little apart and lean your heads together. Look into each other's eyes. Hold each other's hands, higher.' Click.
'Hold it there. Paul put your hands under moms boobs. Touch them but don't lift them. Mom put your hands under his. Look into each other's eyes.' Click.
That was the last frame of film I had in the house. But mom and I still gazed into each other's eyes. As we slowly stood up Amy told us she was out of film and that she had to go to the loo. We both heard her leave and when she had, mom once more touched my now hard dick. As she slowly stroked it I first touched her tits and then slid a hand into her pussy. I soon found her soaking wet clit and as I gently massaged it we both moaned in pleasure. She came first and as her whole body shook I came too, shooting sperm onto her tummy. It was easily the most powerful orgasm I had ever had and when it had finished I felt my legs give way and I sank to the floor.
Mom managed to get to a stool before her legs gave way and we both sat looking at each other as we got our breath back. Amy came back about then and instantly saw first my shattered state and then the sperm that was slowly trickling down mom's tummy. She went out again and returned a moment later with some tissues. She carefully cleaned up my cum, kissed moms lips and then knelt at my side before kissing my lips as well. What an afternoon.
I developed the film later in the evening and made a contact print of the session. That and the prints from the rest of the days shooting are kept safely locked away. We all three have a key and all three regularly look at the photos. As yet we haven't had a repeat session but I hope that one day we will. Two days later I was back at the university handing my portfolio into my art tutor. As she went through it with me she couldn't hide her reaction to the pictures. I was so pleased that she liked them that I almost forgot that the identity of the models was supposed to be secret.
'So you managed to find your self some models then Paul.'
'Yeah I advertised in the local paper.' About a month or so after I'd handed in the Assignment my dad and I were alone at home, mom and Amy were out doing what women are often out doing, either looking at or buying clothes. We'd been chatting as we made up some sandwiches for our lunch when dad came out with a statement that almost blew me away
'I could never figure out why your mother would think I'd not recognised her in your photos.'
'You knew it was mom?' I asked in utter disbelief, feeling a bit like I'd been caught cheating.
Dad could see my anxiety.
'Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset, quite the reverse.' I breathed a very big sigh of relief. 'You're not mad then?'
'Christ no. To tell you the truth your mother was as excited as a school girl while she was posing for your photos. Between you and me, we were like a couple of newly-weds for a few weeks.
'I don't know what to say...'
'You don't have to say anything I just want you to know I'm extremely grateful for the effect those photos had on your mother. The photos of Amy were good too, I figured it had to be her in the other pictures, but you'll appreciate they aren't something I'd want hanging on my walls. Where as the ones you took of your mother...'
'They were good weren't they and I know mom enjoyed posing for them.' I chipped in.
'The thing is she seems to have gone into a bit of a decline since you finished the assignment but I thought of something a few days ago that might put the spring back in her step...I'd like you to take some more photos of your mother. I've given it some thought and I've worked out a plan which could work, if you'll consider giving it a go.'
'You know I'd do anything to make you guys happy.' I was already excited by the idea of him giving me permission to photograph my mother and more than a little intrigued by dad's plan.
'That's great to know Paul. What I thought you could say was that some one had been in touch asking you to take some more photos of the woman you'd used in your exhibition.'
'That sounds plausible. How did he get in touch?'
'How about email, I noticed you'd included your address on the short resume at the exhibition, I can set up a new address and contact you that way.'
'You'll have to offer to pay us to let her know you're serious.'
'That goes with out saying. I'll get onto it in the week and we'll see how it works out. Just forget that it's me calling the shots, think of me as just a client looking for interesting photos.'
'You seem to have it all figured out, I'm sure mom will love the idea of becoming a professional model.'
'Shall we pop to the pub? I don't know about you but my sandwich could be made of cardboard.' Dad said.
'We can seal the deal with a pint.' I replied.
I couldn't help but wonder if dad knew how much I'd enjoyed being around mom when she'd been naked and willing to pose in any way I asked her too. Keeping my hands to myself, if we had a re run of my photo assignment was something that wasn't going to happen. And I for one could not wait.
As we left the pub a few hours later, slightly the worse for wear. Dad reminded me not to let mom know it was him calling the shots. I assured him mom would never find that out from me.
Late on Monday evening mom and I were alone in the kitchen, Amy was out and I knew dad was out of ear shot. I told her that some one had approached me after seeing my exhibition. Her interest was immediately apparent so I fed her a little more bait and told her he was extremely impressed by not only the poses but also my model.
'Ooh a fan.' She exclaimed.
'It gets better. He's interesting in paying for some more photos of you.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I wasn't sure if he was on the level so I told him that my model was more or less retired.'
'Do you think he was serious?' mom asked.
'Well, a little later he emailed again and asked if I could ask my model if she would consider posing again. So yes I guess he is.'
'How about that.' Mom exclaimed 'I've the chance to become a professional model.'
'Hey I'd not thought of that...I could call myself a professional photographer too.'
'Did he want me to pose in the same way as the other photos?'
'He seemed to like the ones in the display... do you want me to ask him?'
'Why not there's no harm in asking is there... what sort of fee will I be getting?' She asked smiling... she was hooked. 'What would a 'proper' model expect to be paid?'
'How about I email the guy and say you're interested and want to know the type of poses he's thinking of and how much he's willing to pay. An agency would want around a hundred an hour for a model prepared to take on the shots you posed for.'
'Okay dear, let me know if he replies, I'm off to sit with your father... Just between us again?'
'God of course, I'm sure dad would blow a fuse if he found out.'
With that mom went off to find dad, dare I say with a spring in her step. It looked like his plan was paying dividends already. He hadn't wasted any time on that front, I'd had an email on Monday morning from him, using the name Felix Walker. Later that evening I wrote to him saying my model was happy to do the occasional shoot especially if the fee was attractive.
During the next morning Felix contacted me again. He was extremely pleased that I'd had positive news for him. He had no idea what represented an attractive fee where these things were concerned and asked me for guidance. I replied that my model used to earn £100 an hour when she was younger. But for the photos I'd produced for my exhibition I had paid her £200 for the session. I know that was asking a lot but dad had said I had to forget it was him so in my mind I was now dealing with Felix Walker.
His reply arrived only half an hour later. He asked if the model would consider posing for a fee of £500 a session. I rang mom who almost fell of her chair when I told her the figure. She asked if he'd mentioned any specific poses. I told her I'd ask.
In his next email he described two fairly basic poses, which I had to admit although simple did have potential. In one she would be nude in a garden wearing a large sun hat, looking like she was walking. In another he asked if she could be relaxed, maybe drinking a coffee, like she was having a break. One thing he did ask was that more of her face might be shown.
I rang mom who told me straight off she was up for it if I wanted to give it a go. Before we hung up she asked what my fee would be. I told her I'd not thought about that, what did she think I should ask? Tell him you want the same as me and negotiate how many prints he'd want.
So I emailed Felix and told him my model, Jane, was happy with the fee of £500. My fee would be £500 as well for which I would supply him with standard prints of at least twenty photos from the session. I would supply two, large prints. Any extra enlargements would be £50 each. I had to remind myself that it didn't really matter how much I asked for, I'd be giving the money back to dad before too long anyway.
He replied within ten minutes saying that was very agreeable and said he'd prefer to transferred the fee directly to my bank account. I told him that the direct payment was fine and sent him my bank details and asked how he would like to receive the photos. In his next email he included the address of his solicitor and asked that I post them to him.
I phoned my mom who asked when I wanted to start. I was free the next morning, luckily she was too so we said we'd either do the relaxing shot or the garden one depending on the weather and light. And just like that the scene was set for me to not only photograph my naked mother but boost my parents sex live at the same time.
At home that evening mom and I managed to get a few minutes alone, I reminded her not to wear anything tight in the morning and checked that she had some hold up stockings. The relaxing shot I had in mind would have her leaning against the kitchen counter sipping from a mug looking like any woman taking a break except she would be wearing just the hold ups.
As you'd imagine sleep didn't come easy that night but eventually the morning arrived. Dad and Amy had already left when I came down for breakfast. Mom was busy tidying the set. Wearing I suspected just her dressing gown and stockings under her old dressing gown.
'Good morning my sexy model. Lean against the counter and let me get an idea of the angles and light.' I asked her as I poured myself a coffee.
'Good morning, just here?'
'Yes you'll catch the light from the window there.'
'Would you like me to remove my dressing gown?' she asked me.
'Mom that's what's known as a redundant question.'
'Well a woman always feels she should ask.' She said as she slipped if off to let me see she was indeed only wearing her stockings. Her full breasts dropped by just the right amount given their size and her age. Her tummy was flatter than it had any right to be and her pubes were trimmed just enough to make them looked well kempt. All in all a very neat and sexy package.
'Well how do I look?'
'Mom words fail me, you look fantastic, I'm sure Felix will be bowled over by his photos. Are you happy to try some in here?'
'Yes I just want to clear a few more things out of the way, five minutes and I'll be all yours.'
Mom carried on clearing the decks but happily she didn't slip her gown back on. I watched her while I finished my coffee then was as busy as she, as I set up my camera and checked the exposures. It's strange looking back at what it was like to use a film based set up, although it was only ten years ago, things have moved on an awful lot where photography is concerned. I for one don't even own an enlarger any more let alone a dark room but that as you'll see, is a real shame. But in those dark days there was nothing I could afford in the digital market that came anywhere near the quality of even the lowly 35mm negative.
So I didn't have the luxury of snapping off a few images and checking them on a laptop, if I got it wrong I'd not know about until I developed the film. By half nine mom was happy the kitchen looked respectable and was actually leaning back against the work top sipping coffee from a mug in exactly the pose I had envisioned. I told her to stay exactly as she was as I took some photos of her. I wondered if the counter behind her was a little too clean so I made it look like she had actually been using it when she stopped for a break. Several more photos during which I adjusted her pose a little and a few more from various angles and lens.
At that point I realised what wasn't quite right with her pose, her nipples weren't as pert as I knew they could be. I lowered the camera and looked at her.
'What's wrong?' She asked.
'I've just realised your nipples are a little flat.'
Mom looked down at her chest but didn't move her arms. 'They are a bit, rub them with an ice cube, that'll fix them.'
That to me sounded an excellent idea and a few minutes later after I'd possible taken more care than was necessary to get them hard. I had the photo I'd been after. Now I could relax and see if there was another angle we could use.
'That was perfect. But do you fancy having a go at making it a little more, err, sexy?'
'I'm happy to try anything you think might work.'
'Okay, we'll start by opening your legs a little.'
I was kneeling just in front of her at that point. 'A little more, I want to be able to see through here.' I said pointing to the bottom edge of her pubes. 'That's about it, but open them wider I just need to pull a few pubes into line.'
The pubes I was looking at were the ones just at the beginning of her outer labia, but mom didn't seem to mind me reaching between her legs to gently pull them into a symmetrical point. 'That's got it, I don't need to ask if you're enjoying your self.' I said.
'Do they look all right now?' She asked, I could tell she was far from perturbed by my comment.
'Yes, close your legs a little, a touch more, that's it, very sexy. How about you put the mug down and hold the counter with both hands, lean back a little. Push your chest out a touch more, hang on I'll get another ice cube, they've gone to sleep again.'
When both her nipples were proud and erect I picked up my camera and took another ten or so shots from various distances and angles.
'I think we've cracked that one. Lets have a coffee before we have a go at the garden shot.' I said.
'From my point of view those last few shots felt extremely sensual, did they look like that to you?' Mom asked
'That was a very sexy pose, if you'd opened your legs any more you'd have lost the casual aspect which was what made it special.'
'You know I'd forgotten how much this sort of thing turns me on, God knows what it must do to you.'
'They always say photographers are above these things, but I have to say, thankfully I've not reached that stage of detachment.
'I bet you'd rather be looking at Amy though you viewfinder with her tight little body.'
'You and I both know that's not the case, now drink your coffee and take your stockings off.'
Mom looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face. She lifted a leg onto the chair next to her and asked me to take them off for her. I knelt between her knees only a few inches from her completely exposed vagina. As I rolled the stockings down her smooth legs I didn't hide that fact that I was looking at her intently.
'You really do have a very attractive pussy you know.'
'Your dad always says so too, to be honest I don't see what's special about it.' Mom said as she did her best to look at it herself.
'Well for starters it's pleasing to look at, everything is well proportioned and it just looks so inviting.'
'Inviting?'
Unable to resist it any longer I lower my face to her glistening pussy. Almost as soon as my tongue gently touched her clit, mom began to moan and pant.
'Oh god.' She exclaimed. 'If I go to hell for this I'll come back and haunt you.' After less than a minute she came with a deep grunt and a shiver which rippled thorough her entire body. 'Enough. Where on earth did you learn to do that. That was incredible.'
'I was inspired.'
After that we settled back to enjoy our drinks and talk about the garden shot. I had a pretty good idea what I was after, something that looked like a still from a film.
Luckily our back garden is quite spacious and reasonably private. One neighbour could see some of our lawn but they were at work. So we had the luxury of being able to work in private.
I had mom wear a large straw hat which she could use to partially obscure her face. In the kitchen shots she had brazenly chosen to pose in most of the shots with her face completely exposed.
As mom wandered around the lawn I watched the light and shadows which played on her body as she moved. I took about ten shots from alternative view points. In some the light was behind her and in others directly on her front. I felt the side lighting worked best and concentrated on those the most. I had mom walk towards me but walking in the way cat walk models move, crossing her legs over with each step.
We spent an hour in the garden by which time I was sure we had at least several shots which would meet our clients requests. Time to move into the dark room and check our work had not been in vane. I developed the film myself, I only use black and white so the process was quite simple. As long as you paid attention to the temperature of the developer and timed everything accurately it worked flawlessly. True it wasn't an instant process but there was a definite magic attached to the whole procedure which sadly is lacking in the digital world.
An hour later I emerged from the dark room to tell my mom that at least I'd got the exposures correct. I left the negatives to dry while we had a spot of lunch. Mom had slipped a loose dress on, which did nothing to hide her assets.
As soon as we'd eaten I was back in my dark room cutting the dried strips of film into shorter lengths which would allow me to expose contact sheets of all the shots. Half an hour later we were picking over the ten by eight contact sheets which each had forty small images on them. Mom saw several she thought were worth enlarging which wasn't too hard as over all I thought they were pretty good.
A couple of hours later I'd produced almost forty end prints which I would send off to Felix's solicitor. By far the best I thought was one of the last we'd taken in the kitchen. We decided to make a full size blow up of it to keep for our selves.
Mom followed me when I went back. In my dark room there is plenty of room, if I'm on my own, but with two you find you are touching each other constantly. A real hardship!
Once we had the image framed in the enlarger I set the timer to four minutes and was just about to switch it on when mom spoke.
'Before you start it, I still owe you for earlier.'
'Earlier?' I asked, not believing she meant what I thought she did.
'Before you switch on the enlarger drop your pants and I'll return the favour while we wait.'
Not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth to coin a phrase, I did exactly as she asked and received the most delicious blow job I had every been lucky enough to be given. Barely moments after I came the enlarger light went out, four minutes of absolute heaven.
As I fed the enlargement with it's latent image into the developer mom was beside me positively licking her lips.
'You have the tastiest sperm did you know.'
'I've got to say you have the sweetest tasting pussy as well. Mother.'
Before our expectant eyes the image materialised and even by the low power red light in the darkroom it looked stunning.
'Oh Paul how can you make me look that good?'
'I'd struggle to make you look anything but good.'
'Quick get it fixed so I can switch the light on.'
A minute later we were looking at the photo under a normal light and our expectations were easily met, it was nothing short of stunning. 'I think you should assume he'll want a copy of that one and do another, maybe that garden one we both thought was the best too.' Mom suggested.
'Okay it'll only take a few minutes while everything is set up. I think the exposure was just right there so I'll give the next one four minutes as well.'
And so saying I we flicked the light off and took a few seconds to adjust to the red lamp. It only took a moment too slip the paper into the enlarger and then it was ready to be exposed. As soon as I switched the enlarger on mom slipped her arm around my waist and pulled to closer to her.
'Try not to move too much.' I cautioned her, 'If the enlarger moves it'll ruin the print.'
'Yes boss.' Mom said. 'I liked it when you were getting my nipples hard with the ice cube, if you need to get them hard again and there's no ice around, just give them a quick nibble.'
'We should practice that, unbutton your dress... slowly.'
Mom's breasts were soon exposed to my hungry eyes and like she said her nipples went as hard as bullets as soon as I started to lick and nibble them.
'You're right that's a trick I'll remember next time we need them erect.' I said smiling.
'I hope Felix likes the photos, they're costing him over a grand so he might be more discerning than the two of us.'
'Mom anyone would be happy with the print we enlarged, it's easily as good if not better than any of the ones we did for the exhibition.'
'You're right I know, but it's always good to hear you say it. I wonder if he'll like them enough to want to finance another session?'
'Let's hope he does, you could almost say it's easy money, as well as being an amusing way to pass the time. I'm right in thinking you enjoy posing for me aren't I?'
'You bet I do. We'll just have to hope your father never finds out, he'd go up the wall and not come down again.'
I resisted smiling at her comment and told her I agreed with her. Needless to say the second enlargement came out fine. While the one from the garden was being exposed I pulled mom's face to mine and we spent the whole four minutes locked in the deepest French kiss I think I've had before or since. As we kissed my hands roamed over her partially clad body. I groped at her tits, and squeezed her bum both of which made mom purr with pleasure. As the enlarger light went out we separated reluctantly and I slipped the print into the developer, like the first print this one seemed to look okay, we inspected it once it was fixed and decided to do a second for Felix.
My hands shook visibly from anticipation as I slipped the paper into the holder. My hand on the enlarger light switch I turned to look at my mother who it had to be said was looking just a little dishevelled.
'I wish I had some film left, you look incredible sexy right now.' I told her as I switched the lamp on.
'I bet I look a mess.' She replied.
'Trust me you look sexy, the just fucked look at it's best.'
'Give me another of your delicious kisses. I'm going to hell so I might as well enjoy myself.'
Never one to refuse a lady we kissed deeply for the next few minutes both happy to just hold each other. When the enlarger lamp went out we again reluctantly separated so that I could wash and then fix the print. Once it had been in the fixing solution for a minute or so we switched the light on.
'Do you know what I'd like to do now?' I asked my mother.
'I can imagine. Paul there's nothing I'd like better than to do it with you, but doing what we do is one thing, full blown sex is another.'
'I know that, but it still doesn't stop me wanting to make love to you.'
'Would it be making love if I was to sit on the edge of the bench and you slipped it in to me?'
'It's a mute point I suppose, when does having sex become making love. But actually I was going to say I'd like to make myself a cup of coffee...'
Mom hit me on my arm as she pulled me into a tight embrace. We held each other both lost in the moment. Maybe she was right, but as I'd said to her it didn't stop me wanting to make love to her.
'Right I'm going to put some things on and pop into town. If you want I can drop the photos into the post office while I'm out.' Mom said.
'They'll take about fifteen minutes to dry. I'll address an envelope and let Felix know they'll make this evening's collection.'
We shared one last deep kiss during which I again took the opportunity to fondle my virtually naked mother who I have to say wasn't shy in handling my goods either. Exactly how long we could share this level of intimacy with out taking it further was anyone's guess but I didn't expect it to be long.
Felix contacted me later in the week completely over the moon about the photos. He was really pleased with the two I'd enlarged and asked I could do two more from the kitchen session. I'd enclosed the contact sheets along with the end prints so he was able to give me the negative numbers. He also told me he had transferred a eleven hundred pounds into my account.
Now here's the strange part, dad was giving me a lift to a party on the Saturday evening. I was just about asking him when he wanted me to transfer the money back to his account when he told me he'd not got around to setting up a new email address but possibly it'd not be needed as my mom seemed to have got her sex drive back on her own.
'Too much information dad.' I told him.
As you can imagine I was just a little confused at that point... if dad wasn't Felix it had to mean Felix was actually a real person! It occurred to me a moment later that the money sitting in my account was actually ours to keep....
For a week or so life returned to a resemblance of normality I'd decided that it must just have been a happy coincidence that Felix had contacted me at the same time I was expecting my father to. I enlarged the photos Felix had requested and also a couple more that I liked and had mom post them off to his solicitor. We were both really excited when towards the end of the following week Felix contacted me again,
Paul, if you could arrange it, I'd really like to see some photos of Jane taken near a recognisable landmarks. She wouldn't need to be completely nude but if she could be almost so I think it could look stunning. If time permits maybe a close up of her neatly trimmed pubis as well.
Your's sincerely Felix Walker
Wow, I couldn't help but wonder if mom might balk at the idea of posing while there would be others nearby but what the hec she could only say no. As it happens she was totally on board with the whole idea, she pointed out that it was in keeping with my original concept I'd borrowed from the photos of Frank Wallis. She had no problem with the close up of her pubes either. I let Felix know 'Jane' was happy to give it a go, I told him I'd be in touch when we'd got something for him.
Later that evening mom and I sat together in the garden going over a list of possible, 'recognisable landmarks' We didn't live too far from Birmingham which unfortunately doesn't have that many recognisable landmarks. Mom suggested the Bronze Bull outside the bullring shopping centre. As soon as she mentioned it, I could actually see the finished print. It had lots going for it, not only was it high profile but it was also large enough to act as a screen, mom could stand near it and only be seen by any one to the front of her.
I was working in my room later still when mom came in wearing another of her loose fitting summery dresses.
'What do you think of this one?' she asked.
'For the Bullring?'
'Yes, there's a long split at the side, so I could pull it to the side like this.' Mom casually pulled the one side of her skirt across to show me her neatly trimmed bush.
All I could say was 'Wow.'
'Also the top can be pulled down to make it easy to flash my boobs.' Again she demonstrated, giving me as she said a flash of her boobs.
'That looks perfect, can you flash your boobs and your bush together?' I asked her and was really pleased when she proved that she could. 'Right practice that a few times while I fire off a few dry shots with my camera. For the next few minutes we did just that, mom would expose herself and I'd fire off four or five shots, all in the space of a second or two. If we repeated that two or three times I'd easily get about thirty shots and we could have moved on before hopefully any one was any the wiser.
Before mom left I asked her to come close to where I was sitting. I slipped my hand into the split in her dress. She opened her legs enough for me to slip my hand up to her snatch. She was as I expected totally soaked. I found her clitoris with my finger and gently teased it.
'Open your dress, so I can study your pubes... we can get a shot of them in the morning when dad and Amy have left. Do you think Felix will be asking for a gynaecological type photo soon?' Mom started to shake and gasped. When she'd gathered herself together she patted me on the head and said it was inevitable.
'You can pay me back for that one when ever you get the chance.' I said as she composed herself before leaving my room.
'After you've got the close up of my pubes, it'll give you something to look forward to.' She said as she slipped from of my room.
That, it has to be said was something to look forward to. Unlike last week I didn't have much trouble sleeping but I did wake early and found it frustrating having to wait for Amy and dad to leave. I had breakfast with them all and had to keep myself from smiling each time I looked across at mom who I could see was naked beneath her white silken dressing gown.
Eventually they left us alone in the kitchen, mom was finishing off a round of toast while I sipped my coffee.
'Where do you want to do it?' mom asked.
'I thought your room might be best there is more room and better light.'
'Fine, I'll just jump in the shower and make sure everything is squeaky clean and Bristol fashion.'
While she was in her shower I set up my tripod and fitted a lens which had a macro focus setting. She came out more or less as I was finishing my preparations. She was naked and had her hair wrapped in a towel.
'Christ there's a photo right there on it's own.' I exclaimed when I saw her.
'Where do you want me?' she asked as if it was an everyday occurrence for me to see her like that.
'See if you can drape your legs off the edge of the bed and then lie back. That's it, now push your hips forward a touch, let me just smooth a few pubes into place. Do you have a small pair of scissors?'
'In my make up case, have I missed one?'
'There are one or two which are a little longer than the rest.'
I spent a few moment manicuring mom's lawn before deciding everything looked neat and symmetrical. Though the view finder things looked perfect, so I took five or six shots cropped in slightly differing ways.
'How about if you open your legs just a little, sort of hinting at what's hidden.'
'I know what you mean, tell me when they're open enough...'
I watched as mom slowly spread her legs I didn't say anything until they were as wide as they'd go and I was feasting on the erotic display before my eyes.
'That might be too wide.' I said with a grin.
'You don't say. Okay we'll try again, stop me when I've closed them enough.'
When they were all but tight together I had her stop and open them a little more. Nothing was on show but your eye was definitely drawn to hidden depths. I took four or five shots before telling her to relax.
'That last pose was so sexy. But then again so was the wide open beaver pose, but we'll save that for when Felix asks for it I guess.'
'He'll ask make no mistake, I bet you he'll ask for even more.' Mom predicted.
'We'll see... I was having a think about the landmark shot last night and I wonder if we'd not have a wider choice if we went into London for the day.'
'Hey that sounds okay to me too. We could get there early on Sunday and check out half a dozen landmarks before it got too busy.' Mom suggested.
'How many long coats do you have? I mean coats you could wear with nothing underneath.'
'Two or three, do you want to see them?'
'Yes you know what I'm after, something that covers you but could push around your back if need be.'
'My old rain coat would fit the bill.' Mom jumped off the bed and found her coat at the back of her wardrobe then slipped it on. 'How do I look?'
'Like an extra from a Pink Panther movie, but dead sexy especially when I know your naked under it. See how you feel posing in it. Wow, that's perfect. Maybe some hold ups or sexy boots and we'd be good to go.'
'Sexy boots, now let me see, how about these?'
'Perfect, slip them on. I think we have your costume sorted plus if it is a little busy you can just open the coat like you're re-fastening it, hardly anyone will see you.'
'I don't like the sound of Hardly Anyone.'
'Who are you trying to kid mom, you love it.'
'I do don't I. You now what would work for this pose is a top which moulded to my boobs and ended above my navel'
'Do you have a top like that?'
'There's one here somewhere I'm sure, if there isn't I can get one before the shoot. Do you fancy doing it this weekend?'
'Sundays good for me, I'll check the train times. Hey that's is perfect, it covers your boobs but that's about all you can say about it. How about wearing a really short skirt above your sexy boots and no top under your coat. A sort of compliment to the thin top pose.'
'Something like a dark tennis skirt you mean...I'll see if I can find one for Sunday. Lie back on the bed, it's payback time. That is if you're up for it?'
'Oh make no mistake I'm up for it.' I said as I slipped my bottoms off and lay on top of her bed.
Mom still wearing her spy coat leaned over the bottom of the bed and very seductively took the whole of my erection into her mouth, her hair on my belly felt wonderful almost as good as her tongue teasing the head of my dick. Her tits were brushing my thighs, I could even feel her hardening nipples scrapping across my skin. If those feelings and emotions could be stored in a bottle we could make billions.
After I'd shot my load into mom's mouth we lay on the bed working out a short list of places we could try on Sunday, high on our list was Eros, the statue on Piccadilly circus roundabout as was one with the Palace behind her then there was one while she would be standing on Westminster bridge with Big Ben and the houses of parliament behind her.
I rolled onto my side to study my virtually naked mother. 'Open your legs a little, let me see if the idea of posing in London excites you as much as Birmingham did.' Mom did as I asked. 'About the same I'd say.'
'Who's to say that wasn't from having my son spending half an hour ogling my pubes and pussy?'
'It gets worse, having your son looking at you gets you going!' I was gently teasing her clitoris which almost straight away had her withering and twisting like a landed fish.
'No you looking at me fills me with... oooh... shame and ....ooh...revulsion....it does nothing for meeee. God you're going to make some woman really happy one day.' She said once she'd got her breath back. Right, you develop that roll of film and I'll get on with some house work.'
'Okay, if they don't look right we can always re shoot them... a big hardship but a necessary evil.'
I collected my camera and headed for my dark room. By lunch time we were looking at a contact sheet of 36 almost identical images of my mom's pubes. We picked six of the best and I printed them off to end print size. Mom picked one of the last as her favourite for ten by eight enlargement. Her opinion was justified as it came out really well and we both felt sure Felix would be happy with it.
Almost as soon as I'd finished my lunch I was back in the darkroom printing of the shot of mom's pubes with her legs open a little. I was very pleased with the result as was mom when I showed it to her.
'Did you do one for us?' she asked.
'Not yet, but I will in a moment.'
'Do you mind if I watch, I never tire of seeing the photo appear while it's in the developer.'
So we both squeezed into my cosy darkroom and sealed the door on the outside world, everything always felt different once we were locked inside.
Like the enlargements from the week before I set the timer to four minutes. Before I threw the switch I looked across at my mother.
'What are you thinking?' She asked me.
'I'm thinking when I throw this switch I'm going to pull you close and kiss you.'
'Oh you are, are you.' Mom replied with mock severity.
'I shall slide my hand under your dress to feel your bum too.'
'Anything else Mr. Smooth talker?'
'If your legs open even a little I'll slip a hand between them and rub your pussy.'
'Switch the light on and do your worst, we're already dammed so we might as well enjoy your selves.'
Later I was checking train times but unfortunately there were none that would get us into London much before ten which was a lot later than I'd hoped. I mentioned this to mom who solved the problem by suggesting we go down on Saturday and treat ourselves to a hotel.
'We could tell your dad we're going to see a play on Saturday evening and an exhibition on Sunday... he's not keen on either so is unlikely to mind if we go on our own.'
'Brilliant.' I told her, 'Which play do you fancy seeing?'
'Well my father took me to see The Mouse Trap years ago and we stayed in a hotel very close to the theatre....'
'Hang on I'll find out where The Mouse Trap is performed....here it is ST. Martins, it's on west street just off Shaftesbury avenue.'
'That's it the West Street hotel, it was a restaurant more than a hotel but it was very comfortable. I'll ring them later and see if they have anything, I'll see about the theatre tickets too.'
Luck was on our side as mom was able to pick up a couple of cancellations at the theatre and booked a suit no less, at the West Street Hotel. It was when mom mentioned that she'd booked the suit that the reality hit me... barring some monumental global catastrophe Saturday night would find us sleeping in the same bed. The chances of us not making love if we did were slim to none existent...what a bummer!