Kami still couldn't quite believe she was doing this. The mother-of-one knew her looks had an effect on people, but modeling for an art project? She had no experience and no idea what it would involve, but Jerrel had promised her it was nothing to worry about and that he would walk her through it all.
Jerrel was her son Emmy's friend. Well, friend might not be the right word, but classmate. The two had hung out a few times back when they were younger, but had drifted apart. They had both moved on to college - entering their senior year - and interests and life changes more or less ended their relationship. But to her surprise Jerrel had reached out on social media the week prior, writing up a lovely, heartfelt message about how he was getting into photo art and needed someone to model for his major's final project. They had traded some messages and before she knew it she had agreed to come to his apartment near campus and try it out.
"Yooooo, Ms. Williams!" Jerrel exclaimed excitedly as he leaned in to casually hug the woman, greeting her at his door as he let her into his place.
It had been years, and Jerrel had grown up quite a lot. The young, black man was tall, easily 6'2", towering over Kami's 5'5" self. He had always been a good looking kid, but he had clearly taken care of himself as he grew up, his dark brown skin, chiseled jawline and pearly white teeth displayed as he smiled.
He led her back to a spare bedroom where he had set up a few cameras and backgrounds. There wasn't much inside, other than a bed, but Kami didn't think anything of it. She couldn't keep her eyes off the younger man.
His muscled frame was shown off nicely in a tight, sleeveless black tank top. His sculpted arms and shoulders and chest displayed nicely against the tight shirt. He wore his hair cut short into a fade, black on top with a small streak of red across one side. His arms and chest looked velvety smooth, though, and he had a few tattoos that stuck out from beneath the fabric of the sleeveless.
The two traded small talk, Kami surprised with just how nervous she had become.
"I have to say - you look fantastic." he spoke confidently, but his compliment came off more sweet than pervy.
And the man was right. Kami was modest about her looks, but all her life other women had been envious. She had fiery red hair and pale, glowing skin. Her eyes were a bright blue that went quite well with her striking smile, her lips plump and pouty.
As gorgeous as she was, her body drew most of the attention. Voluptuous was an understatement, curves dancing down her frame. Her breasts were huge and pressed out against the modest blouse she wore, not revealing any cleavage, as was normal for her mom-wardrobe. Her hips wide and rounded, a true hourglass figure.
Through the years she had added a little bit of fat around her tummy but she was still in great overall shape and would turn heads nearly everywhere she went. Those heads were usually gazing back at what she felt was her best feature; her mammoth booty that swayed behind her with each step. Kami and her friend's had always joked that she was a long-lost Kardasian sister, the difference being she was all natural.
As a mother - it had at times become a problem. Her son Emmy had to deal with regular teasing from classmates and even friends. She had heard rumors through her son that she was known as the hottest mom at her son's private school - a MILF - which she took as quite the compliment considering how many good looking, wealthy women sent their kids there.
"Aw, you're sweet." she smiled back sweetly. "You have really grown up yourself! I bet the girls at school are all over you." she smirked cutely.
Not realizing just how flirtatious she had come off. She was used to compliments, but there was something special about getting one from a younger, gorgeous man - especially one that had known her since he was a youth.
Jerrel smirked coyly. "Hah, I do okay, I guess." he teased back a bit. "But none of the girls at school look quite like you." he spoke in a casual tone. "It's exactly why I wanted you for this project. My professor said we need to be bold, so I figured reaching out to you would be perfect."
He moved around the room as he spoke, turning on one of the cameras that had been set up on a tripod. He turned back to her with an excited smile.
"Oh, I almost forgot." stepping forward and holding a bottle of wine. "I saw you post something on Facebook about loving this one? Right?.
The woman's eyes lit up. It was her favorite pinot noir with a lovely wine glass to pair with it. "I wanted to get you something for helping me. I thought it might help you relax a bit too, since you had mentioned you were nervous."
The woman felt some butterflies. "Ohh, yes! That is my favorite!" she grinned, those pouty lips smacking together.
She was rather impressed he had gone out of his way to track down this blend. She took a sip and looked back up at him with those fluttery blue eyes. "That was so thoughtful, thank you, Jerrel!"
"It's my pleasure. I know this doesn't seem like a great set, but it's what I have to work with as a broke student." he chuckled. Moving to the windows to adjust the blinds, allowing some more natural light to enter into the room.
"Of course, this is just fine. Besides, this is my first gig as a model, so I don't have any expectations. Do you want me just like this?" she said, glancing down and opening her arms a bit to show off her outfit. The blouse was paired with some jeans, her wide hips and ample rear clung tight to the denim.
"Yes - that is just fine for now." Jerrel explained. "We'll see where things go, but for now, just go ahead and sit on the bed there and get comfortable, I'm just going to take some candids and see how the light looks."
Kami nodded, stepping through the room and resting on the end of the bed. She smiled at the camera at first, like she was posing for a school photo, but as he snapped the first shots she decided to change things up a bit, shifting her pose a few times, opening her legs and even tossing out her hair, causing her immense bust to bounce up beneath her blouse, swaying as the huge boobs set back into place.
"Perfect. Just like that." Jerrel spoke from behind the camera. He was really focused on his work, which Kami respected, taking shots and directing her, shifting the light of the room with the blinds, allowing just enough in to show beautifully in the photos. All the while Kami sipped on her wine.
The two chatted while he worked, catching up on how Jerrel had liked school and what his plans for the future were. He was such a sweetheart, and Kami was happy she had resisted her initial hesitance and had accepted his offer.
After a little while, and two glasses of wine, Jerrel put a hand on his chin, glancing over the photos with a ponderous gaze.
"These are really good, but I am just not sure it's exactly what I want."
Kami looked up curiously. "Okay, that's fine. Is there anything I can do?" she was eager to please, her motherly instincts kicking in. Along with the wine.
"Well...." Jerrel held back a small smile. "How would you feel about posing a bit? Nothing too crazy, but maybe like up on the bed on your knees, facing the camera? Or laying down on your side. I'm thinking of maybe going for an old-school pin-up type look. I think you're perfect for it."
Kami agreed without hesitation. "Of course! You are the artist afterall, mold me to your liking" she teased, feeling the wine and the excitement of being the center of attention. She crawled onto the bed, turning to face him and sitting back on her knees. Her butt rested on her feet, legs bent, her gaze forward again. "Like this?" she said curiously.
"Yes. Perfect." He snapped a photo, and she shifted a little bit, sitting up more now and turning, arching her back ever so slightly to show just a bit of that big booty from behind, pressing out against her denim jeans.
She held that pose for a bit, before finally laying down flat on the bed, lifting her legs behind her, letting them sway casually as her massive chest pressed down into his bed. Kami was having fun, now! Showing off for the camera a little bit, smirking and smiling and giggling as the young man captured it all.
"Amazing...you are a natural." Jerrel spoke, still focused on capturing as much of it as he could. "How would you feel about taking off some clothes?" he asked her completely seriously, almost professionally.
"I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable, but it would be amazing for that bold element my professor is looking for."
The woman blushed, surprised he had asked, but soon forming a playful smile.
"Hah! Wow....I mean...." she stammered a bit, but eventually said. "Okay." she smirked, not quite able to believe it herself. "As long as you promise these photos will only be shown in class and to your professor."
Jerrel's grin turned wicked. "Of course." he spoke openly.
What was the big deal? The MILF thought to herself, it was no different than him seeing her in a bikini, right? She convienently ignored the fact that she was wearing a g-string, instead, sitting up on the bed and lifting her shirt over her head.
Any attempt at hiding her cleavage was now laughable. The black bra barely contained the two massive breasts, covering maybe 1/3rd of her bust, to the tops of her pink nipples. She tossed the shirt aside, before standing up again and unbuttoning her jeans, peeling them off her body to reveal herself almost completely naked to the man.
"Wow." was all Jerrel could muster, eyes wide with excitement, clearly trying to hold back more enthusiasm. Trying to keep his cool.
Her panties matched her bra, a deep black color made of a lacey fabric that covered her shaved sex. Her pale-white skin was perfect, smooth and moisturized. She blushed, only needing a few moments to get comfortable before sitting back onto the bed, crossing her legs and sliding them out as she rested her palms behind her on the bed.
Jerrel wasted no time, snapping photo after photo as the woman danced her long legs in different poses before him. Her ample bust swaying in her bra as she did.
