Continued from Mrs Johnson Gets Home Schooled...
Debbie Johnson was equally as confused and happy about the photo session and subsequent sex with her neighbour's son, Tim. She was confused as to what this decent looking nineteen-year-old lad had found attractive about her thirty-nine-year-old body. Surely girls his age were much better looking? He'd admitted himself he'd taken pictures of lots of girls, although Debbie hadn't seen them so only had his word for it. She was happy that he'd deemed her attractive enough despite the age difference to have sex with, even if she'd made it really easy for him being both virtually undressed and getting progressively more turned on during the photo shoot.
She'd seen him a few times over the last two weeks since it happened. He behaved like nothing had happened, smiling and saying hello. Had he used her? If anything he was more pleasant than previously though. He had been a little mischievous when she'd returned his mother Denise's underwear, now washed and dried of course, that she'd borrowed, by making her put them back in the drawer herself. Denise almost caught her doing so, Debbie making an excuse has to why she was looking around the house and the bedroom in particular. Debbie would have been gone long before being discovered, had she not found a couple of large lifelike dildos hidden amongst the sexy undies in the drawer that she took a very keen interest in.
Despite being almost forty Tim was only her third lover. Having married her now ex-husband at nineteen, she'd only had two very fumbling attempts at sex when she was eighteen, attempts that had almost put her off sex for life. Her ex-husband and herself had a decent sex life, although he was very much a missionary position man most of the time. Debbie kneeling on all fours and begging Tim to fuck her hard, and come over her arse, was a turn up for the books for her, she hadn't realised she had it in her. Maybe Tim had unleashed a beast within her.
Debbie had almost forgotten about Tim's threatening of another photoshoot. He hadn't made any inclination of a repeat performance at all, so Debbie had put it down to him showing off that he was in control of her, his youthful arrogance showing through. She was bought out of her thoughts by her phone pinging.
"Parents out later if you want to come around and look at some of my other willing photograph subjects, may get some ideas for our next shoot," the email from Tim read, "Come round at about 7 pm. Only have about an hour though."
Despite him not saying about taking photos of her, Debbie showered and changed, putting on some decent underwear and some holdup stockings, but covering them with jeans and a t-shirt. Tim would get a surprise if he asked her to strip for him. She found herself realising that she intended to if he asked, rather than just turning him down. Perhaps she'd been more turned on than she'd thought. Did he really have that much of a hold over her? Not wanting to have the photos leaked in public didn't help.
She went around and knocked on the door, Tim let her in and led her to their sitting room. He asked if she wanted a drink, but she told him a coffee would be fine. He switched on the kettle then quickly ran upstairs. He returned with a large storage box, which he put on the floor by Debbie's feet. Inside were several photo albums, all with initials in marker written on them. She found the one with her initials on it and recognised most of the photos. A few extra were at the back, from the photo session. She found one she couldn't stop staring at, and she felt her pussy tingle. It was her come splattered arse, with Tim's cock half inside her.
Tim returned with her drink and set it down on the table.
"I like that one too, only took me two minutes to come when I looked at it after developing it," he laughed. "You have a great ass for your age."
Debbie blushed and playfully punched his arm. She asked if there was any album, in particular, he'd wanted her to see.
"Not really, I thought we could search through them and see what you like for our next session," he answered.
"There's going to be another session? Or are you just trying to fuck me again?" Debbie asked him.
"I was happy taking pictures, you asked, no begged, me to fuck you if I remember right," Tim told her.
She had no answer to that, she'd been that turned on she'd been gagging for it. She started to browse through the albums. She recognised most of the girls, she taught them all at some point. Each album was much like her own, starting tame and getting more and more unclothed, with the last few pictures like sex stills from a porn magazine.
"When did you take all of these?" Debbie asked him.
"Since my course started last year. The girls are all over eighteen, I'm not some kind of pervert. After plying them with drinks and getting them to pose in very little, it's amazing how most want me to have sex with them afterwards. Well, I don't need to tell you that do I? Only the best ones get invited back for a second photo session though."
Debbie finally realised his cunning ploy. It had worked perfectly for him judging by how many albums he had made in just a year.
"Do you do any life drawings then, or his that part of the ruse?"
"I do, but normally just the faces and bodies. I can imagine my lecturer's face if I handed in work of several naked women spreading themselves open, or me impaled in them, I'm not sure she'd be too impressed!" he told her.
She'd seen some that puzzled her, a girl handcuffed to a tree in some woods. She asked Tim about them, he said it was her idea, she actually got turned on by the prospect of being found naked in public, and being handcuffed had no choice but to be seen when a couple walking their dog stumbled across her. Tim had remained silent and out of sight, still taking pictures.
"Of course, you can't do that, can you? No public exposure for the teacher," Tim teased her.
The idea actually intrigued her, her mind wandered to her being like that with Tim taking pictures, but he was right. Her heart told her she'd be turned on being photographed like that, her head told her there was no way she could do it. Anything like that would need to be far away from the place where the majority of people knew her. She couldn't believe that she was even contemplating it.
She handed an album to Tim and asked him to explain. The same girl was in the pictures, but people could be seen in the background. Debbie didn't recognise her. Tim explained it was someone he'd met at a party, told her he wanted to take photos of her and had convinced her, after a lot of drinks had been poured for her, to pose in various places around the house. She'd eventually ended up naked, walking across the landing and leaning out of windows, always running the risk of someone seeing but just managing to remain just out of sight. Right at the end, she'd just walked into the main room naked in front of everyone.
Tim told Debbie that was how he wanted the next session to be.
"But people will see me, I can't have that?" she told him.
"No isn't an answer, you'll do this or the pictures get sent out. The local newspaper would get a great story out of them. I'll ask other people from my art course to come around, none of them will know you. To them, you'll just be another photo session model."
