"Myrna, wants to come try a test shoot with us." Mom told me hanging up the telephone.
I had been standing nude in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew as Mom slept upstairs. I was replaying every sexy moment from the night before, as I made us breakfast, and then the phone had rung. It was Myrna, the gal from the lingerie store. We chatted a bit until Mom came down and spoke with her, said her goodbyes and then told me that she wanted to photograph us.
"When?' I had asked.
"Now, I guess." Mom told me. She was on her way, planning to spend some time, watch us, take some photos. "It makes me excited thinking about having her watch us be naughty together; kissing, touching, ... sucking." Mom gazed into my eyes dreamily. Her expression grew a bit serious. "Maybe she'll watch us, ... photograph us, ..." her voice drifted off for a second. With a very serious look, she said. "I want to let her watch us, ... fucking." A shiver wracked my entire body. I was feeling so faint.
I had to sit down as I was reminded of our conversations last night, about her decision to actually let me fuck her. Now my arousal was even amplified further by the thought that Myrna might watch us and take photos of my penis in my mother's vagina. Mom was chewing on the corner of her toast and she watched me with a naughty grin on her face. I think she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I know." She told me. "I'm thinking the same thing." I was startled.
"What am I thinking?" I challenged her.
"That you would love to see a photo of your sweet, thick penis half buried in my swollen, wet vagina?" Her head cocked, wondering if she was right.
"Wow!" I told her. "You really do know what I'm thinking." Mom threw her head back and laughed, pulling her robe open further, exposing her bounding breasts as she laughed. "That is really weird, that is EXACTLY what I was thinking!"
We continued to eat and grin at each other, the cats that each ate their own canaries. My cock was bobbing in anticipation of a very fun morning. "Would you be a love, and shave my pussy for me, darling?" Mom asked, finishing her yogurt. "I want to see it completely bare, in all its glory, in the pictures." I quickly choked down the remainder of my breakfast and she led me to her bath.
She ran a sinkful of warm water and then hopped up onto the counter, and the image of my mother opening her legs wide for me, to allow me access to her most private region, was knee-wobble inducing. I shaved the faintest shadow around her landing strip and then she leaned back a bit more, pulling one leg back and then the other, to allow me to get every faint hair from her sweet, swollen lips and around her anus. When I was done and she was completely rinsed, she reached down to feel the result. "Mmmmmm yes, baby. So nicely done." She moaned. "Right here ..." She indicated. "Right in here, is where your beautiful, hard, young cock, will squeeze tightly into me." She had used two fingers to pull her labia back and show me the opening into her tightness. Using her other finger she eased one inside. "Mmmmmm I can just imagine how beautiful that will be."
I moved to give her a quick lick, but she noticed my intention and pushed me back. "Oh sweetheart, no! Not right now. I would cum in an instant from your sweet tongue. I want to wait for Myrna to watch." She hopped down off the sink and asked if I would like a touch up. I was unsure what she wanted, but utterly willing to do anything and everything for her. I took her place on the sink and she made quick work of shaving just a bit here and there, ensuring my shaft and balls were completely hairless. When I was rinsed, she took in a deep mouthful of my cock, swirling her tongue.
"Hey, no fair." I told her, not trying to stop her. She cocked her head, her mouth still full of my thick shaft and gazed up into my eyes, smiling. My mother looked incredible! She had always been so pretty, but now her features took on goddess-like qualities, as she simply held me deep and ran her tongue around my cock lewdly. Finally she withdrew me with a naughty slurp. "But my sweet darling," she mewed at me, "I love to suck my son's beautiful cock, ...."
We showered together briefly, and then dressed for the photo shoot. I was barefoot in jeans and a white dress shirt, un-tucked and unbuttoned a few buttons. Mom slipped some panties on, a tiny pair of black string bikini panties, high on her sexy hips, and then slithered into a dress that I had never seen before. It was a beautiful emerald print silk dress with straps so tiny they almost weren't visible, it was cut low in front, so that if she moved just so a lovely view of her breasts, and hard nipples, down the front was obvious. The sides of her breasts were exposed as the scoop in back began at her clavicle and ran down the sides and across her butt, low enough to show the top of her panties. It wafted softly at mid thigh, exposing her muscled quads as she moved. On her feet she pulled a pair of shiny black low pumps with peek-a-boo toes.
I watched her entranced as she fastened a tight tiny black choker at her throat and a collection of dainty gold bands at her left wrist. She checked herself in the mirror and then turned to face me fully. "How's that?" she asked, instantly grinning at my reaction. "You like?" she chuckled at my goofy smile and nod. Her eyes drifted to the erection in my pants, painfully obvious and simply painful. "You poor dear, I'll fix this shortly." She told me running her hand smoothly over the bulge as she passed me. "Come. Let's prepare."
I helped Mom strew candles about her bedroom, figuring we'd pull the drapes and light them later. We straightened up the room and then did the same in the living room. She had me fetch the champagne bucket from the top cupboard and fill it with the bottle and ice, grab 3 flutes and lay them out with a fruit plate by the Jacuzzi. I could tell her head was turning with ideas about what and where to shoot photos. I poured us some juice and we drank it, standing in the kitchen, gazing silently at each other, waiting for Myrna and quietly anticipating what was about to happen. My heart was pounding for the many minutes that we simply stood there.
My heart began to beat even harder when we both heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. Mom slowly close the space between us, kissed my lips softly and whispered in my ear. "Showtime." Was all she said.
Myrna entered with her camera mounted to a tripod and she and Mom hugged and made small talk as she was given the 5 cent tour. Myrna kept looking over her shoulder at me as I simply followed, smiling as if she wanted to eat me for lunch. She was dressed to thrill in a tight charcoal pencil skirt, red high heels, and a blouse that was sheer enough to read through, not quite covering a shelf bra underneath, that left her large dark areolas and hard nipples completely uncovered. I was told to grab a few other cases and bags from her car as they sat on the couch to chat quietly.
Their conversation stopped when I reentered. They simply smiled at me. "You two look so delicious!" she finally said, after a long pause. "Where shall we start?" She and Mom discussed the wonderful natural light outside, and Mom's idea to shoot in and around the Jacuzzi, but later. "I love your backyard." Myrna told us, "Why don't we just shoot some fun stuff out back for a bit, ... while you're still dressed." She added with a smirk.
Our backyard is very deep, with some tall hedges on the side against the Conner's backyard. It was reminiscent of a garden in Tuscany. Many years before Dad had installed some sculptures and a fountain into an inset in the hedge. We would start there.
"Maybe we can get a little naughty over by the herb garden." Mom said, indicating the raised beds where she grew her herbs, on the opposite side of the backyard. "In case Mrs. Conner wants to be nosy again." She added under her voice. My gaze flicked to the window in the neighbors house, where Audrey had been last night.
Mom explained to Myrna what had transpired last night, to Myrna's complete delight. Myrna agreed that Mom was perhaps the naughtiest mommy she had ever met.
"And the sexiest, I must say." They shared a look and then Mom slowly moved towards her and they kissed. It was a soft touching of the lips, but it lingered, leading me to believe that maybe this kiss would be explored more deeply later. "So, I'm not the only one that wants to watch you two." They both tittered like girls. "Possibly more interesting photo-ops." She said to no one in particular, but Mom's eyes briefly cast to the Conner's house.
We took photos of us strolling hand in hand, Mom's head on my shoulder, us hugging, laughing, kissing. I picked her up and held her in my arms; her shoe daggling from a toe. I stood on a ledge with Mom standing in front of me. It was tall enough to place her face even with my crotch. She was looking to the side, with her cheek and inch from the obvious budge in my pants. Myrna then moved her a bit back so that, placed in the same way, looking the same direction she would be looking just past my hard cock. Mom brought her hand up and placed it on my hip, making the tableau a bit more intimate. She then slowly brought her hand closer and closer until her pinky finger was obviously touching my cock, even though she feigned not to notice. I then placed my hand on her shoulder, low enough to dip my fingertips into the top of her dress, contacting the top of her breast.
Myrna then had her turn to face me a bit and I reached down to slip a finger into one of her tiny shoulder straps. We took a series of photos where I slowly pushed it off her shoulder. Once off, her the dress completely gave way and her entire breast was exposed to my eyes. I crouched down and she leaned back so that we could kiss, my hand finding the softly yielding swell of her bosom. Standing again, she stood facing me, breast exposed and gently cupped my aching erection, squeezing, releasing, squeezing again.
We traded places so that I was below her, her dress now replaced demurely, until she leaned over me a bit, offering a lovely view down the front, exposing both breasts. She was looking off into the distance, as if not noticing the show she was giving me. We took a series of photos where I was either feigning not to notice, to stealing a glancing look, to completely ogling her perfect tits. I then grabbed her hips and lifted her into the air before gently settling her on the ground in front of me. As I did so her dress rode up a bit giving a cheeky view of the swell of her bottom. We then did a series of us making out from a gentle petting to a heavy groping of each other.
