Yes, there are many Mom & Son camera stories on Literotica. Yes they are often similar, this one is mine. If you do not enjoy this subject matter do not read it.
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Last year, I pestered my mom to buy me a digital camera for Christmas. We don't have a lot of money; I was pushy & annoying and relentless so all I got for Christmas last year was a digital camera.
I am not sure if my mom suspected I wanted the camera to photograph her preferably naked, semi-nude or at least showing some skin. Unfortunately from the minute we opened our presents that Christmas morning, she grabbed Aunt Greta's annual sweater gift from under the tree, put it on and never seemed to wear anything but high necked clothes through May of the next year. Her bedroom door was closed whenever she was in her room, the en-suite bathroom meant she never left her bedroom in any outfit but fully dressed.
My only other xmas gift last year was an online photography course mom had signed me up for. A cheap on line photography course, but it covered the basics. I watched the whole thing.
My birthday is in June, the weather warmed up and it seemed today my mom was wearing a blouse with a button or 2 undone for the first time since last Christmas. Naturally my digital camera was sitting in a drawer with a flat battery as mom leaned over a few times and flashed a little bit of cleavage, as she set my birthday dinner table.
"Whatever happened to that camera I bought you for Christmas? The one you had to have over everything else, you know it cost a lot of money?" Mom asked as she continued to set the table.
"I had a couple of problems with the software, I couldn't get it to update online." I lied.
"Honey why don't you sell it, I can use the money to buy you a better birthday gift?"
"Mom, that's my camera, it was a gift, how you can you sell it?"
"Don't panic sweetie, I'm just saying, if you aren't going to use it, why not make some cash before it's obsolete."
I watched as mom's cleavage moved before me, she was leaning over to put knives & forks out across our dining room table and I could see the beautiful gap between her sexy breasts. My cock was starting to fill with blood. I jumped up, ran to my room, found the camera & accessories in the original box and started charging the battery in a wall outlet.
"I'm charging it now." I explained returning to our dining room, facing her puzzled-where did you just go expression?
"What are you going to take pictures of?"
"The yard, the dog, my friends, nature, our great town." I responded, studying her face intently, knowing she was excluded from my list. I imagined I saw a flash of sadness.
"And you mom, I need photographs of you to practice taking pictures of the human form."
"I'm not sure sweetie; I do not want you sneaking around snapping photos of me when I'm not expecting it." She had stopped setting the table and was starring me in the eyes.
"No problem mom, I'll always ask before I take a photo. Will that work?" Note to self, check owners manual, can I silence the click sound on my camera?
"I am serious sweetie, I do not want any surprise photos, no sneaky pics. In fact no voyeur or secret shots taken of me. Is that absolutely clear?"
"But mom, a photographer has to be able to take photos when the subject is not posing or responding to the camera. I need to get natural shots." I wondered if mom was aware that natural could mean naked.
"Honey I don't care what you call it, you are not taking a photograph of me without me saying okay, okay?" Mom's voice was rising; apparently she suspected her son was a pervert. My mom was smart & hot. Damn it.
"Okay mom, you're the boss, no photo without your okay, agreed."
I thought about going upstairs to unplug my camera, to stop charging, when mom brought dinner to the table. Good job I waited.
Dinner tasted great, as did dessert and I told mom so.
"Mom, thank you for making a great meal, I'll wash & dry the dishes, you finish the wine". I leaned over to pour most of a glass of wine into mom's empty glass. I'd drunk one glass which meant mom had had 3. The bottle was empty.
"Thank you sweetie, happy birthday for tomorrow." Fact was I was going out with friends Saturday night to celebrate, so mom had cooked dinner the night before my birthday. I assumed I would get my gift Saturday.
"I don't normally drink 3 glasses of wine, I'm becoming a lush." She laughed as she spoke. It
was
funny because she rarely drank. She had friends her own age who were unable to last any day past 6 pm without wine or liquor and once started would drink for the rest of the evening. Usually mom was designated driver if she went out with her girl friends.
"Mom, go crazy, it's Friday night you are not going out, drink a little."
"No thanks honey, this glass will be enough for me tonight."
Mom sat at our dining table sipping her wine. I washed & dried the dishes. When finished I noticed mom had moved into the living room & was sitting on our sofa. She looked to be, if not asleep at least dozing. Her eyes as good as closed, head still up, her blouse was not gapping open but I could still see the tops of her breasts. I zoomed upstairs, put the partly charged battery in my camera and quietly returned to the living room. Her body had not moved.
"Mom, you asleep?" camera was in my hand by my side. I was just asking.
"Mmm, no honey, I was thinking. You want to take a photograph?"
"Err yes please."
"Go ahead." She moved her body a little to straighten her back, kept her hands in her lap & looked at me. I switched the camera on and moved side to side snapping a couple of shots as mom starred at the camera lens. I was a little surprised & pleased to see she was not smiling or making any "pose" faces as I moved in front of her. She maintained a very placid, pleasant expression. The pictures would look good.
"Mom you photograph great, look at these shots." I kneeled beside her and flipped back through the shots on the camera's small screen.
"Thanks sweetie, when we were young your father used to take a lot of photographs." I did not ask but I took the comment to mean, mom enjoyed having her photograph taken.
Even though the divorce had been ugly(aren't they all), mom had built up a history of saying 'when we were young' which always referred to fond memories of her marriage to my father. FYI-the last 3-4 years of her marriage memories usually elicited comments more like, 'that bastard or before the divorce or I don't want to talk about it'.
I took about 8 photos, after which mom got up from the sofa to go to bed, I went upstairs to play a video game, maybe surf the 'net. I downloaded the pics onto my computer, they looked even better on my giant LED-LCD monitor. The actual photos were pretty boring, mom in a blouse & long skirt sitting on the sofa(wearing a bra). Little bit of cleavage was visible, nothing special. The picture quality (I had the camera set on highest setting) and the monitor gave the photos extra wow because of the colors & clarity. It was unlike me to call for mom from my bedroom, I called out.
"Mom, come & look at these shots." We both had an unwritten rule or we had at least fallen into a habit that once either of us went to bed, we rarely saw each other or spoke. It suited me because I could surf the internet for porn with little chance of mom surprising me mid movie. I suspect she went to sleep.
Surprisingly quickly, mom appeared at my door, in some sort of nightie.
"Hi Sweetie, what have you found?" she seemed almost excited, at least way more enthusiastic that she should be for some pretty boring photos.
"Mom, I loaded the photos onto my computer, you look great."
"Sweetie, how did you get the pictures so fast, how did you...where are the photos....where are the negatives?" I was just about to heap teenage scorn on my mother's lack of knowledge of digital cameras and modern technology when something inside caused me not to.
"Mom, technology has moved fast since you & dad took photos" (I assumed).
"There is no film, no negatives, no one but you & I see these pictures. I upload the photos from the camera through this wire into my PC where I can delete or re-size them as I want." She was speechless.
I was not going to confuse her with the latest cameras that uploaded to the Cloud as soon as a pic is taken or remind her that my smart phone could send a photo across the world within seconds of it being taken.
"Sweetie that is so cool. Can you delete this photo?" she said pointing at one that I had hurried and looked like crap.
"Of course mom." I highlighted and clicked delete as she oohed in my ear.
"Sweetie, does this mean every photograph you take is either in the camera or in your PC, no one gets to see it unless we want them to?"
"Yes ma'am." I highlighted another poor pic and deleted it in front of her.
"Wow, honey that is so cool." She cooed.
I turned my head to look at her and noticed as she was leaning forward to better view my enormous screen. I could see down the front of her nightie, her nice sized breasts were hanging down braless & beautiful. I inhaled quickly, she heard me, looked at my eyes and stood up fast.
"Honey, these photographs look great, can I have one?" Wow, no reprimand, no foul. Of course I pushed my luck.
"Mom does this mean I can take photographs of you anytime because we can delete them whenever you want?" At the time this seemed like a smart question, as I type it, not so much. My pretty, great body, 42 year old mom is nowhere near an idiot, especially after catching son looking down night dress at magnificent boobs.
'No sweetie, not even close. You will never, ever take a photograph of me without my permission. By the way thank you for asking before you took these photos, you can take more, just ask first. She glanced and pointed at my computer monitor screen and left my bedroom.
"I'll make you a copy, goodnight." I called out as my door closed behind her.
Obviously I masturbated for an hour or 2 from the sight of her hanging breasts, seared into my brain.
