This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.
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Tim's mother Clara was a beautiful woman. Long, dark flowing hair. Beautiful long legs. That sexy light brown skin. She was a little on the big side, but no one seemed to mind. You'd be crazy not to find her beautiful. Nice curved hips. Wonderful tits. And the cutest smile you ever did see. She also had a lovely ass that would jiggle when she ran. Which she did. A lot.
Clara's exercise routine kept her in beautiful shape. She was 36-years old, but you could never tell by looking at her. Giving birth to Tim at age eighteen, she was the youngest woman to be the mother of a teenager in the area, and the greatest desire for any teenage boy on the block. Very often, whenever she went for a jog down the neighborhood, Tim's friends would try to catch a glimpse of her passing by. You would have to be dead not to get horny watching her strut on by. Tim's friends were embarrassed to ever admit this, but the primary object of their fantasies was his beautiful mother. Many nights were spend by them jerking off to her image. But the most shocking part was that Tim did too. Almost every night, his beautiful mother would haunt his sexual dreams.
He wanted her. More than any other woman. But he knew it to be wrong. It was disgusting. Unnatural. For God's sakes, he was her son! And yet he desired her more than anything. From this desire, their lives would soon spiral out of control. The temptation was simply too strong. He had to have her.
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Photography was his greatest passion. Tim had been taking photos since the early days of high school. He even won some junior awards for his pictures in contests. His parents were very proud of him. His mother especially.
It helped to have a hobby. Tim's father was a hard working man, and rarely had time for his son. His business trips would take him away for so long, it was easier to keep count of the times he was at home rather when he wasn't. To make up for this, he made sure Tim got anything he needed for his photography. Which he did, with a top of the line supply of camera's and other lighting equipment.
Tim loved taking pictures of wildlife. On weekends he'd be off in the woods somewhere, trying to snap a rare bird or some beautiful insect. But Tim also loved to take photos of people. Especially women. The downside was that most models took the eighteen-year old photographer not very seriously. And trying to get the girls from his school to pose was impossible.
Enter his mom, Clara. She was always more than happy to pose for her son. There were only two conditions. No nudity, and he must never show his father what they did in the basement. Tim had turned the basement into a mini studio, with the right lights and props for his work.
He loved working with her. Having her model for him was the closest he'd ever get with her. His crowning achievement was taking snapshots of her in her purple bikini, saying he wanted something to express summer in his portfolio. Her beautiful ass and her gorgeous tits were practically hanging out of her clothing. How often had he masturbated to that photo where she bends over? She was gorgeous.
But he wanted more. He wanted to have her more than anything. But what could he do?
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Every saturday night he would hang out with his friends. Their usual spot was at an old abandoned saw mill. Since they rarely hooked up with girls, they came there to talk about them instead. Tim and five of his friends, Mitch, Steven, Paul, Jake and Donny, were spending the night ogling over his photographs. He knew they all lusted after Clara, so why not make a few bucks selling them copies.
"Look at those lips. I bet they feel amazing when sucking your dick off," Steven said.
"Forget that. Look at her ass. If I could only have me a taste of that," Jake replied.
Their conversation kept going on like this for hours. They wanted her pussy. They wanted to lick her ass. Anything they could imagine. Because as far as they knew, imagining was all they could do. Especially Tim.
"Hey Tim, could you maybe set us up on a live stream of your next photo session? I'll pay for it," Paul asked.
"Sure," Tim said. "Easy enough. I can get you all in on that. But we'd need to pay for streaming costs. It'll be steep tough."
"Worth every penny," Mitch said. "Man, I would love to see her naked. You're a lucky bastard, Tim."
"If I had a mom as hot as yours, I wouldn't hesitate to try and make her mine," Paul said. "Yours or Steven's," he added.
Steven's mother Danielle was always a second choice for the three boys. The only difference, Steven would never consider fucking his mother. Tim on the other hand...
"If you could have my mom, what would you guys do? Seduce her?" Tim asked his friends.
"If possible. But she'd mostly likely tell us to fuck off or something," Donny said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, a woman like Clara would never say yes to any of us," Steven laughed. Jokingly, he added, "Only if you force her would you be able to tap that pussy."
Then it hit Tim. An idea. A brilliant yet simple idea. An idea that would mark him forever. But his desire was so strong, he had no choice but to go through with it.
"I'll get you guys set up with that stream. Tune in on friday. There's something new I'm eager to try," he said.
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"Hey Mom. You up for a modeling session tonight?" Tim asked his mother. She was sitting in the kitchen, having her coffee.
"Sure hon. I have a nice sweater that would look really great," she said, smiling.
"Actually, I had something else in mind," Tim began. "It's a little more risque, but I figured if you're up to something more experimental, we could work it it."
"That sounds interesting," Clara said. "What'd you have in mind?"
Tim put down a copy of the photography magazine he was subscribed to. This month they featured a series of models being restrained by locks, ropes and other bondage style tools. Clara grew worried. She had a hard enough time with the idea her husband Anthony would find out about the photos she had posed for in the past, and those were relatively tame. The pictures in the bikini were difficult enough to do, let alone anything like this.
"I'm not sure about this, Tim," Clara said. "I don't want to do anything too...porny."
"Mom!" Tim gasped. "It's just photos. You can wear that all black jogging suit if you want. You can even try that sweater you mentioned. All I had in mind was something with a nylon rope around your hands. That's all."
Clara considered it. A part of her was kind of intrigued. With Anthony on the road so often, there wasn't much excitement in her life. Besides, it was only Tim taking the photos.
"All right. As long as it stays tasteful. You're gonna love the sweater. It's all white and fluffy."
"Great," Tim said. "So I'll see you tonight?"
"It's a date," Clara laughed. She was kidding. But Tim smirked a especially large smile at that last line.
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Clara walked down into the basement around 8 PM, her bare feet causing the wood of the steps to creak. It was dark out now, so there would be little sun light coming in. Tim could set up the lighting just as he liked it. She wore her jogging pants and her white fluffy sweater. The wool felt very soft against her skin. The only thing that bothered her was that she couldn't find any bra's to wear. They were either all in the hamper, or had just gone missing. It was weird. But her sweater was thick and wooly, so she wasn't going to be exposing herself in any way. Tim wasn't the kind of person to ask her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with.
The basement was already set up for the shoot. An old couch Tim had purchased for a few bucks from a neighbor made the set. Lying on the little fold-up table was the nylon rope they would tie her hands with. And around the tiny set were at least four different cameras Tim used for his hobby, all set up to his computer so he wouldn't run out of memory space.
