Tim and I were sitting watching TV one evening when the adverts came on. He turned to me and said. "I've thought of something different and original, something that you can email to Dad while he's away."
"Go on I'm listening."
"How about walking around the block later, say at two in the morning completely naked apart from your flip flops, no coat or cover just totally nude."
I considered this for a moment, it sounded exciting, totally nude without anything to cover myself if the need arose.
"How do you come up with these ideas?"
"Don't know, they just spring into my mind. Well what do you think?"
"Mmm, why wait until two?" We live in a very quiet residential neighbourhood, there was very little chance of anybody being out and about or looking out of their windows, even at half past midnight.
"I just thought doing this for the first time you'd want to leave it until later."
"We'll compromise, one o'clock."
"Okay if you say so. Looking forward to it?"
"Always, you're a clever little so and so, your Dad will be delighted. What about videoing it?"
"It'll be too dark, you'll hardly see anything."
"OK."
I'd better explain, Tim, my only child, is twenty and has been taking photos of me topless and nude for the past eighteen months or so. Perhaps a little unconventional but I couldn't care the less. It all started by accident. We were in town one day and I wanted to have a mooch around in a junk shop in a side road off the high street. Tim wasn't happy but the promise of a burgher, chips and a Mc Flurry from MickyDs afterwards soon had him happy. He was eighteen at the time. We wandered into the dusty shop and we separated, he heading to the back of the retail space. He told me later that he'd found a dusty old box opened it up and found an equally filthy camera. He took it to the guy standing behind the counter and asked how much.
The chap gave the camera a quick look. "A tenner to you young man and if it doesn't work don't bring it back, no returns here, OK."
"OK." Tim paid the man ten pounds just as I walked up to leave, the place was indeed a junk shop with nothing there taking my fancy.
"What have you got there?"
"Just an old camera."
"Didn't know you were interested in photography?"
"Neither did I until I saw this, it looks interesting."
At home he discovered the camera was actually a Leica, old but when cleaned of all the dust and shit looked in pretty good condition. It looked very complicated though with lots of dials and knobs. He Googled it and found that it was quite valuable but decided after Googling photography that something more modern and digital was the way to go. The Leica was put on Ebay and sold within a fortnight for just over three hundred pounds. Another search on Ebay and Tim bought a second hand Pentax DSLR camera with lens, plus a full instruction manual for two hundred and fifty quid. When it arrived Tim being Tim he read the manual cover to cover and quickly became competent with the camera. Being digital there was no films to buy or processing to pay for, he was able to upload all his photos onto his computer.
I asked him if I could have a look at his photographs, so in his room he showed me. I was surprised at the quality of the pictures and thought Tim had an eye for his new hobby. This set me thinking. One afternoon I was sunbathing in the back garden in my usual attire, my micro bikini panties, and nothing else. I wasn't worried about Tim seeing me like this he seen me topless most of his life, beaches, parks, you name it. He wandered out with a cold beer for me and we sat chatting for a while. Then I asked. "Would you take some photos of me and I'll send them to your Dad."
"My pleasure Mum, I'll only be a minute."
My husband Simon was working away somewhere in Spain and I thought he'd enjoy some photos of me in all my glory. A reminder of what was waiting for him when he got home. Tim fetched his camera and very quickly had taken twenty or so photos of me. I followed him up to his bedroom and sat on his bed waiting for him to upload the photos. They were brilliant, his usual top quality and I've got to say I looked stunning. I selected half a dozen and got Tim to email them to me so I could forward them onto his father. I really should say stepfather but I'll get into that later. So that was how Tim started taking photos of his mother. After that he quickly came up with ideas for more exciting scenarios to take pictures to send to Simon. It became a game, a challenge if you will with Tim pushing me to be more daring. It was exciting and Simon loved the photos I was sending him on a regular basis.
That first time he came back to me almost immediately, he admitted he'd jerked off seeing his wife almost nude and asked who had taken the photos?
"Our Tim," was my answer.
"Wow," was his reply.
So where was I, oh yes my latest adventure, walking around the block naked. One o'clock seemed a long time coming so at half past midnight I said. "Come on let's do this."
"One thing Mum you'll have to hold each pose for about three seconds, that way I won't have to use the flash."
"Whatever, you're the cameraman."
I was nervous as I undressed by the front door, nervous but excited as I always am at the start of these adventures. I slipped on my flip flops and turning to Tim said. "Well your Mum is ready, shall we?"
I opened the front door, the few street lamps meant it wasn't truly dark.
"Do a few poses by the front door mum, give Dad a chance to see what you're doing and remember hold the pose for a count of three so I get good exposure."
I laughed. "Good exposure is about right son."
