It started as a joke, a childish prank, and a bit of fun. It was something to amuse my mother, Susan, on her birthday, because not only was it her day, but it was also mine. I had been a present twenty years previously and thought it only appropriate to show my appreciation to this woman who had given birth to me. There was nothing in the card shops that took my fancy, which is why I came up with this silly idea to go along with the surprise I had purchased for her.
It wasn't difficult, as some online tuitions showed; it was a simple task to scan some pictures of her onto my laptop and then, with the aid of an image editing program, morph her face onto another woman's body. Nothing rude or too risqué, though.
She is slim, with rather good legs, but upstairs, my mom is on the small side, with time and gravity taking their toll. I was sure she would see the funny side of it; the picture of the other woman I had chosen was full-bodied, with the blouse she wore straining as it displayed a large amount of breast and cleavage.
"If only," I thought, grinning to myself.
If my mother looked like that, I could easily fancy her myself.
On the day she opened it, she burst out laughing.
"Stuart! If I had that much, I wouldn't be able to walk upright."
She turned around as I fastened the clasp on the rather expensive necklace, I had bought her and then gave me a quick hug before moving off to mingle.
Our party was in full swing, with friends and family enjoying the occasion. Even my father had managed to get back for the event. He worked away mostly, only returning a couple of times each month, and leaving my mother to bring up their brood alone.
No one was counting, and I have no idea how much either I or Mom had consumed. I know it was enough to take me upstairs to relieve my bladder. After emptying it, I heard the sound of someone moving around outside as I flushed and then washed my hands. As I exited, my mother was waiting, hopping from one leg to the other.
"How did you manage to do that?" she asked hurriedly, referring to her card.
"It was easy, Mom, just a little bit of computer wizardry."
"Would you do another one? But make me look more normal. Something I could show my friends. They would love it."
I grinned and nodded as she dashed inside, and the door closed.
It wouldn't be that day; I was far too inebriated, and it would probably be late when the last guest decided to depart. But found it amusing that my mother had requested that I do more.
When I got around to it, I kept the picture mostly decent--nothing smutty if she was going to show it around. I simply placed her in a nice robe with black stockings and a hint of suspenders. Although she was showing a vast expanse of leg and thigh, no other body parts were on show as the original model posed demurely.
My mother was delighted when I presented it to her, and several weeks later she told me how her friends had found it hilarious and were requesting similar ones.
I must admit that as I worked on those pictures, there was a certain amount of arousal. There was something about images of these mature women dressed sexily rather than in the dowdy, mumsy clothes that they normally wore.
My father was away as usual when she called me into her room one evening, flourishing a couple of pictures, which she handed over.
"Your dad took these years ago. I always hated them. I just look so......" She found it difficult to explain without using words that she could not bring herself to say in front of her son.
I was astonished that she was even showing them to me. She was quite a few years younger and dressed in her underwear. Despite being partially naked, the lingerie did nothing for her, and she was a long way from appearing arousing.
I promised to work my magic, spending several nights finding pictures of women I could use. It was easy to make her bra disappear, to be replaced by a pair of quite firm-looking, jutting breasts that I presumed would have been similar to how she may have once looked. The panties she was wearing came up to her waist and appeared to have an elasticated panel, probably to hold her tummy in. With a clever bit of morphing, they were replaced with little more than a thong, and her stomach flattened. After clearing any blemishes, I also removed her glasses, which made her look years younger.
Surprisingly, when they were finished and I gazed at her pictures, it gave me an erection. I could never imagine thinking of my mother sexually, but staring at her now, she looked quite arousing and highly erotic, and I began to wonder how much of her figure she had kept.
She certainly seemed to appreciate my efforts.
"Oh, my God, Stuart. I look...... "
"Hot!" I blurted it out. "You look hot, mom."
She laughed, but at the same time, she gave me a strange look.
When she hugged me, I was embarrassed. After looking at the two pictures of her topless, when she suddenly pressed herself against me, I had an unfortunate accident; my cock began to stiffen. Suddenly, I was wondering what I should do. Staying in my present position meant she would be able to feel it, and if I moved, she would know why I had put a space between us.
I'm sure she hugged me for longer than necessary; her belly pressed tightly against what was going on below, and when she did release me, my face was flushed.
Thankful to escape, I retired to my bedroom and my computer. Despite printing out the pictures for her, the files were still on the machine. I brought one up, trying to decide whether to use it as wallpaper but deciding it was a bad idea. However, after doing those for her, I couldn't help but go a step further.
In the next picture I produced, she was completely naked. Where the others had been demure, this one was graphic: my mother lounging with her legs open as her fingers gaped her pussy.
She wasn't shown this image; that would be a step too far, I considered. But it did get plenty of use in the coming days. The more I looked at it, the more I felt the need to masturbate; the sight of her naked inflamed my lust. As my hand slid up and down my shaft, I could feel the increased arousal as I imagined sinking it into her pussy. In my fantasy, she acted like a whore, her legs opening wide as she coarsely encouraged me to shag her and fill her cunt with my cum.
I instinctively knew that what I was imagining was wrong, but it was so incredibly arousing that I just couldn't help myself and produced more images of her in delectable positions. Most I kept on my laptop, but a couple I printed out and cropped smaller so that they slid easily inside any of my books or magazines.
It wasn't an infatuation with her. I knew that what I imagined would never happen; it was just something that I used to attain release.
At twenty, I was attending college regularly, and my siblings were still finishing their schooling. Mom didn't work, and my father was still away, as usual. Her pictures were well hidden, or at least that's what I thought.
What I hadn't counted on was my mother deciding that all of the bedrooms needed a good cleaning. Perhaps if I had kept mine tidier, she may have missed it, but it was a mess, with clothes, books, and all of my bits and pieces were strewn everywhere--a typical lad's room.
Susan collected all of her cleaning materials together, carrying them upstairs along with the vacuum cleaner. Glancing into each of the rooms, it was obvious that Stuart's was the worst, and so that was where she decided to start. Just picking up all of the discarded clothing and putting the pile into the wash basket was a significant improvement. Books and magazines were piled on the bed, and then she removed ornaments so that she could dust them and the shelves.
With the items replaced, she sorted through the books, wiping each one and putting them back on his bookcase. She was stacking the magazines when something dropped out of one of them, landing face down on the floor. She just picked up the papers and placed them on top of the pile as she stripped his bed and made it again with fresh linen. After hoovering, she moved the cleaning materials to another room, coming back to her son's just to check that she was happy and hadn't missed anything.
It was just a pure coincidence that she turned the two pieces of paper over and was shocked to discover pictures of herself. She knew Stuart must have created them, but these were not like the others; they were definitely pornographic. Susan sat on his bed as she glanced at one and then the other. She was disturbed that he had made them, but at the same time, she found it quite stimulating that this was how he saw her.
She wished that she still had a figure like the women in the pictures. Yes, she still had good legs, and as a young woman, she had been reasonably pretty. For many years, however, she'd had something of a tummy--those high-waisted panties in her pictures--trying to hide it. But it was her breasts. She had never been big, but after breastfeeding and with age, they had unfortunately sagged, and it was only her bra that made her look as though she still had a bosom.
She couldn't be angry with him. What he had done was wrong, but it was also nice to feel that someone, especially a young man of his age, should still find her attractive.
She placed them back inside a magazine but had no clue as to which one they had come from as she moved on to other rooms. All day, when she had five minutes, she would pop back and look at them. They were so well done that it was almost impossible to tell that she had not actually posed for him. She was going to have to have a word, whether she wanted to or not. If her husband ever saw them, there would be hell to pay.
As Susan worked, thoughts would pop into her head. The more they did, the more disconcerted she became. Her son was looking at naked pictures of her, even if he had constructed them himself. A sudden thought made her shiver: what else was he doing with them? And then the image entered her mind. She did not know for certain, simply guessing what he wanted them for. She remembered that after their party, when she had hugged him, there had been a definite something pushing against her, and it was only afterwards that she suddenly realised what it was.
Opening the bedroom window, she stuck her head out of it.
"Christ! It's bloody hot in here." The flush she was feeling was not confined to her face. It felt like her whole body was on fire, and there was a definite sensation between her legs.
It took her by surprise. How many years had passed since she last had a sudden urge to masturbate? Susan felt highly aroused, conscious that her pussy was leaking as a hand went beneath her dress and her fingers felt the dampness of her panties.
