Olivia, a very attractive blond, was almost forty, and had inherited her mother's shape - very busty with a plump ass. She was a voluptuous size 12. Her husband died from a heart attack two years ago, when Marco was ready to enter the real world. Finding herself without a man in her life, she of course delegated more responsibility to Marco. Sometimes she asked Marco to sleep with her in her bed, not attributing anything sexual to her request, but it was nice to have her son with her at night, especially someone she could hug for comfort. She didn't pay much attention to Marco's stiffy, it was part of his maturing. She got used to it, even though the stiffy got bigger as time went on. When the stiffy got as big as a large banana she told Marco he should sleep by himself. Besides, his truncheon wedged in her backside made it difficult for her to sleep. She was naïve about life, she didn't smoke or drink; her worst vice was spending too much time at church, praying to plaster saints.
Olivia tried to keep calm when she heard the bed upstairs banging against the wall. Cindy seemed to be yelling at Marco, something incoherently. She kept straight faced as Marco, and Cindy, their neighbor's daughter, later walked downstairs and came into the kitchen.
"Hi, Mrs. Russo," Cindy said brightly. Actually Cindy was the same age as Marco, both having enrolled in a photography class at the university. They were both nineteen, meaning she was a lot more mature when it came to relationships. They were presumably discussing darkroom film processing but apparently transitioned into the modeling industry. And during their discussion about dress size, Cindy had volunteered to remove her blue print dress to check the label on her dress. Marco showed his appreciation by plugging her with his thick cock, resulting in the bed banging against the wall.
"Hello, Cindy." Olivia prayed that Cindy wouldn't get pregnant.
"Hi, Mom," Marco said. "All finished shopping?"
She nodded. "Yes. With prices so high, it doesn't take long to max out your credit card. It must be tough for newly married couples. Rents are so high. "
Olivia and her son, Marco, lived in Silicon Valley, California. Cindy excused herself and said goodbye. Marco walked her to the door and kissed her. Olivia regretted her transparent remark immediately. It wasn't like her to make dumb comments, and she wondered if she were just jealous of her son's affections. Many mothers were, she knew, and it was easy for a widow to become too possessive with her only son.
Marco possessed all the stamina and libido any Italian male might have at his age. A good looking guy, he was relatively naïve when it came to women; not really understanding what made females tick, except at a superficial level. His father used to say women were impossible to figure out. When a woman gets horny, a woman will never say 'I am horny'. She will fidget, be irritable, maybe burn your toast. Women have a communication system known only to women. If you asked a woman who's pissed at you 'what's wrong' she will usually reply 'nothing'. And she will be pissed if you don't fuck her regularly.
With his nineteen year old mind, Marco thought feeling a woman up was the way to capture a woman's heart. He felt you could, without invitation or permission, just grab a woman's breast and squeeze.
He'd only been dating Cindy, you could call it steady, and they had sex a few times. Not with any imagination, just the usual missionary sex. What his mother heard was Cindy's yelling for more, and she wanted it hard. But usually Marco didn't last long in the saddle. Cindy was sexually precocious and made every effort to teach Marco what a woman wants.
Marco's cock was driving him crazy. He needed an outlet besides masturbation, or licking Cindy's pussy. You could call it a creative outlet. If he could find a way to subjugate his sex drive, he could function productively. Otherwise he'd end up beating his meat until it was raw.
After considering a few alternatives, from selling Bibles door-to-door, or learning JavaScript, Marco's decision was to become a portrait photographer. This would pacify his raging hormones, and allow him to have a good excuse to utilize his mother. Maybe as a model, not as a darkroom assistant.
More to the point, he wanted to shoot nudes. Fleshy female nudes. His mother was going to be his first subject, yet she didn't know it yet. He was in love with her ample boobs, and that was his inspiration.
Marco had to caution himself not to blatantly stare at his mother's huge tits. He didn't want to telegraph his intentions. She'd paraded around the house in her bra and cotton panties so many times, blissfully unaware he worshipped her big boobs. He had masturbated to Olivia in his mind, imagining her in her bedroom fingering herself, but he hadn't literally watched her do it. .
Recently he'd bought a film camera, a used Rolleiflex, and he was assembling a darkroom. Even though so much photography was digital these days, he loved B&W photography. It gave you much more control over your prints. The great photographers from Alfred Stieglitz to Ansel Adams shot B&W, and their work was displayed in museums. They did shoot nudes, but the photos were aesthetic, not beaver shots intended for girlie magazines.
Marco thought of himself as a modern day Rubens. He liked his women fleshy, voluptuous, and pliable. Owning a Rollei made him feel like a photographer, which should have inspired him to shoot with some creativity.
We need to understand his photography actually changed him from an industrious young man into an insatiable pervert, and that is the foundation for this story. Maybe it was because of his lack of maturity. Maybe he was reverting back to his childhood when he was breast fed by his mother. Staring at his mother's chest, the tautness of her blouse over her very large breasts was mouth watering. When Marco thought she wasn't looking, he memorized the contours of her heavy tits, his focus switching from one creamy, thrusting melon to the other. He fantasized about nuzzling and kissing them.
Olivia felt her face flush as she left the table and served dessert. She pretended to be concerned only with what she was doing, but she'd noticed Marco staring at her stiffening nipples. As she put a slice of apple pie in front of him, she noticed there was a lump in the front of his pants. She was surprised that her own son had become excited by her body, and she wished that she hadn't unbuttoned the front of her blouse because of the heat in the kitchen. Sons were not supposed to be aroused by their mothers, otherwise the situation could be very uncomfortable.
What she didn't know was, Marco intended to do figure studies of her, hopefully with (or without) her cooperation. His leering at her was beginning to get her aroused. She knew he was planning something but didn't know exactly what or when.
Oh, God! It had been so long since she'd been fucked. A woman in heat doesn't function well, unless she wants to spend her time vacuuming. Even then, when she's alone she utilized the vacuum hose to get herself off. If she had to list all the ways she had experienced orgasms she'd need to do it alphabetically.
