If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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Session 7
Friday night arrived and I was in the studio just before 8pm. Mom was already there and chatting with Jenn over a cup of coffee.
"Hi Larry," said mom.
"Hi Margo. Hi Jenn."
Jenn nodded her welcome as she drank her coffee.
"What's this evening's session?" I asked.
Mom looked a bit sheepish and avoided eye contact as Jenn outlined the pose. It was to be a doggy-style pose. No wonder mom looked nervous.
"Doggy-style!" I said.
"Yes," Jenn said and continued with her description.
"From which angle will they be viewing?" I asked.
"I've placed a camera on the floor projecting the image onto a screen," she replied. "They'll be able to see the tip of your penis resting against Margo's pussy lips, as if ready to thrust in."
"There'll be no penetration?" I asked nervously.
"Absolutely not and to try and make it look real, you'll be holding your penis as if you were guiding it in. Also, by holding it you can squeeze it to help maintain the stiffness."
Mom had sort of come round and was looking directly at me. There was some trepidation in her eyes.
"Right," said Jenn. "I'll leave you to get ready."
Once she'd left mom spoke.
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know mom," I whispered.
As we slowly undressed, I tried to think of a way this could be done without either of us getting too embarrassed. I'm sure mom was thinking the same. Just as we'd gotten naked, Jenn came back in looking a bit flustered.
"You OK Jenn?" mom asked.
"I'm sorry guys but we'll have to postpone this evening."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I just received a phone call. My husband was sent home sick from work. I need to get home to him. Can we pick this up next week?"
"Sure, of course," mom and I replied.
"Give your husband our best wishes Jenn," mom said.
"I will, thank you," and at that she left.
We both sat there naked and slightly confused but mightily relieved too.
"Supper at home?" mom asked. "And we can discuss this?"
"Good idea."
We got dressed and I drove home via our pizza place, while mom headed on to get things ready.
The pizza was eaten slowly in thoughtful silence. I'm sure mom, like me, was trying to figure out what we could do. Finally, she broke the silence.
"I don't know what it is about this pose that bothers me sweetie. After all, last week you had your penis rubbing the outside of my pussy. It's more or less the same pose. I just feel uncomfortable though."
"I know what you mean mom. Although the pose isn't really that much different, it does seem very different and seems to cross some kind of line."
"Exactly. So what do we do?"
"I don't know. We can sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings."
"Yes we can," she replied. "And if we can't think of anything are you willing to try the pose this weekend to see how freaked out we get?"
"I am, so long as you are."
"Let's sleep on it then."
Having said that, she got up, kissed me on the cheek and went to bed. I sat a bit longer trying to get my thoughts sorted. After a while I was getting nowhere so went to bed hoping a good sleep would help.
The next morning as I was wakening up I heard mom on the phone with someone. When she'd finished she rapped my door, opened it slightly and asked if she could come in.
"Come on ahead mom."
She was wearing her dressing gown and nothing else. It wasn't tied and lay open showing off her body and trimmed bush. The gown was caught on her nipples. I could feel my cock twitching beneath the sheet. And although mom had not only seen my boner but held it, it still felt embarrassing, so I tried to hide it. She sat beside me on the bed.
"I sent Jenn a text to ask about her husband. She rang me back to apologise again about last night. He's fine by the way. Just some 24hr tummy bug."
"That's good."
"While we were talking I took the opportunity to ask her more about our pose."
"And?"
"And," she continued. "I'll be kneeling on a bed. You'll be standing on the floor. I'll have my legs spread and you'll be placing your penis at my pussy opening. As she said last night, there'll be a camera on the bed trained on my pussy and your penis. The class will be painting just that."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Vulnerable."
"I know what you mean."
"I've been thinking about it as I'm sure you have too and have come to the following conclusions:
1. We try it this weekend using your webcam and monitor to see what it looks like.
2. I cry off with some excuse and Jenn finds another model.
What do you think?"
"As you said, I've also been thinking, but unlike you I couldn't think of anything short of crying off too."
"How do you feel about a dry run here? A sort of undress rehearsal," she said with a smile.
Her humour certainly lightened the atmosphere.
"It can do no harm I suppose."
"When do you want to try?"
"Whenever suits you mom."
"Want to try now before breakfast?"
"OK. I'll get the webcam and pc sorted."
While I booted up the pc, mom stripped off her gown, sorted the bed and tried a few positions. As she swung round to point her ass at me, I could see her pussy lips quite clearly. Something about that vision in my bedroom made it feel more naughty. My cock was already responding the only way it knew how. The pc seemed to know what was going to happen and booted up quicker than it ever had. Or so I imagined.
"All ready here mom."
"OK, me too I think. Where can we place the webcam?"
I picked up the webcam, turned mom into a position where she could view the monitor, then placed the webcam on the bed between her legs. Using the sheet to help steady it I trained it on her pussy. She seemed mesmerized by it.
"It's been a long time since I've seen my pussy like that."
"Oh?" I said.
"When I was much, much younger I'd check it out using a mirror," she laughed.
The thought of the much younger version of my mom exploring her pussy with a mirror restarted the tingles. I needed to concentrate. When we were both satisfied with the image on the monitor I got into my position. I only had a semi stiffy so it didn't quite touch her labia. I was quite happy with that. After all it was only a rehearsal to see what it would look like. Mom turned and looked at me.
"It's not what Jenn would want, so it's difficult to make any decision," she said.
Was she wanting me to get a boner and pose properly I wondered?
"What do you mean mom?" I asked innocently.
"Jenn would insist on you being as stiff as you could get, soo, you better get busy buster," she said, dragging out the so.
I stepped back, grasped my cock and started to pump it. This was definitely strange. Trying to get a stiff cock, in my bedroom with my mother on all fours, pointing her ass towards me, while waiting for me to put my cock up close to her pussy was so surreal. Within a few strokes I was hard. I stepped back into position.
"Where should I place it?"
Mom stretched between her legs, grabbed my cock and put it just at the opening to her vagina. I checked the monitor and could see that mum's pussy was getting quite moist. I felt my cock twitch. Mom laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm pleased to feel," she said emphasising the word feel, " that my old pussy still has that effect."
Her comment helped ease the tension. When she was happy with my cock's position, she let go.
"Time for you to take over and hold it just like Jenn said."
I took hold of my cock and with both of us watching the monitor we decided the best way of holding it to give what we thought was the best view. We also tried differing positions of my cockhead and were totally unaware of the extent of what we were doing. The constant and ever so slight back and forward movements, were having an effect on mom's pussy. I was inadvertently wanking her with my cock and we didn't realize until one slight move forward had the tip of my cock slip ever so slightly passed her outer lips. Realizing what had almost happened, mom threw herself forward and said, "Stop. We can't do this."
I stepped back. "Are you ok mom?"
"Give me a minute."
I watched as she slowly turned over onto her back.
"I'm sorry Larry, but you almost slipped in."
"Did I?"
"Yes. I don't think we'll be able to do this one. What would happen if next week you did slip in?"
"Sorry mom. I was so intent on watching what I was doing, I didn't even realize. Does that make any sense?" I asked.
"It does to me," she said smiling. "Let's go get breakfast and decide what we're going to do and how we tell Jenn."
We stayed naked and went downstairs. I had my cereal while mom had a croissant. We sat in silence.
"Do we give it another try and concentrate on being very careful? Or do we just say no and not risk it?" asked mom.
"I really don't know," I replied. "I understand the difficulty and the risk of accidental penetration, but I don't really want to let Jenn down."
"I don't want to let her down either. Shall we try again later?"
"OK, if you're 100% sure."
"Alright. You go get your day started and I'll do the same. We can talk again at lunch. How's that sound?"
"Perfect," I said and went back to my room to get my college work started.
The rest of the morning flew by and mom knocked on my door to tell me lunch was ready. While we ate we just had a run of the mill general chat about how my work was going and what mom was planning to do about the house. I'm guessing the spectre of our pose was lurking quite near the front of both our minds.
"I don't mean to sound negative sweetie, but I can't see how this is going to work."
"Me neither mom."
"So, what do we do?"
"We need to think of an excuse that sounds real and genuine. Then decide when we let Jenn know."
"I know. When to let Jenn know is the difficult part."
"Let's think on that," I said, "and we can discuss it over dinner."
"That's a good idea," she smiled. "How disappointed are you sweetie?"
"I don't know the answer to that. I've enjoyed our poses and look forward to them. So, I'm disappointed about missing out on a pose. But, I totally understand what you mean about it being too big a risk and you're right. It is too big a risk."
I went back to my room and finished off my work so that I could have a free day with mom tomorrow. I think we might need to repair whatever damage this new pose has done to our new candid relationship.
