The following is inspired by Mom's Roommate by klrxo. I have ideas for future instalments, some of which are also inspired by klrxo's original story.
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Jayne knew something was wrong when Simon went straight to his room when he got home. She went and knocked on his door.
"Is there anything wrong sweetie?" she asked softly. "How was photography club? I'm sure next week will be better if there was a problem today."
The door opened and Simon went and sat on his bed.
"I won't be going next week," he said. He was almost in tears.
"Oh my poor boy, what's wrong?" Jayne asked as she sat next to him on his bed.
"Nothing. I just can't do the assignment so there's no point in going, that's all."
"Oh, well why can't you do the assignment? Maybe there's something I can do to help?"
"We've been photographing people the last few weeks and this week we need to photograph someone in swimwear. Most of the other guys on the course will just get their wives or girlfriends or friends to pose for them but I don't have any female friends."
"Oh dear," said Jayne. She'd bought the DSLR for her son for his nineteenth birthday almost a month ago and was happy to see how much he enjoyed using it and going to the photography club. "Well, I could pose for you if you like," said Jayne, putting her arm around her son's shoulders.
"Mom, you don't even wear a swimsuit on the beach - well, not uncovered, anyway - how could you pose for me in just a swimsuit for photos that I'll show to a whole group of people at next week's lesson?"
"If it's for you, I'll manage," she said resolutely. Jayne had always acted modest in front of her son, averse to any kind of showing her body, but that's only because she didn't want to show him how much she enjoyed showing her body, especially to men.
"I tell you what," Jayne continued, "tomorrow morning, before we go to visit your father, I'll pose for you in a swimsuit in the back garden. That way we shouldn't be overlooked by the neighbours at that time of day."
"Okay, thanks mom!" Simon was beaming now. He really loved his photography course and was really glad he would be able to continue doing it.
The next morning, Simon was woken by a tapping on his door.
"Morning sweetie," his mom half whispered through the door, "hurry up and get ready, we don't have long before we need to go to visit your father."
"Okay, I'm getting up," Simon called back through the door as he threw his duvet off his body.
In his en-suite shower, he was just starting to deal with his morning wood when he heard his mother calling.
"Come one dear, we don't have all morning you know!"
"Okay, coming," he called from the shower as he turned it off and got out to dry himself, wishing that he really were cumming.
He quickly dressed and grabbed his photography kit and rushed to the kitchen. It's a good thing he kept his photography kit in a padded bag because he dropped it as soon as he saw his mother. She was bending over, looking for something in the fridge, wearing nothing but a one-piece bathing suit with very high French-cut hips. As she stood and turned to face Simon, he saw the suit showed a lot of cleavage too. He just stood there, his mouth flapping.
Jayne loved the reaction she had caused her strapping son - his eyes like saucers, focused on her generous bust, his mouth flapping open and closed, and also the pronounced tenting in his crotch. She was enjoying her new exhibitionism already and decided to see how far she could go in teasing her son.
She slowly knelt in front of Simon, her head level with his straining hard-on, and picked up his photographic kit.
"Here you go, butterfingers," she said, smiling up to him, holding the kit for him, knowing that her position was giving him the best view down her cleavage.
Eventually, Simon came back to reality and took the photography bag from his mother and he finally broke his focus from her rack and looked into her eyes. He half expected anger or frustration at his openly staring down her cleavage but he saw amusement and understanding and love.
"Hope you like my swimsuit. I only have two and the other one isn't really appropriate for this," said Jayne as she led the way out to the back garden.
Simon held the camera bag in front of his bulging crotch as they went outside but eventually he had to put it down and leave his tent uncovered. He was expecting a look of betrayed anger from his mother when she saw he was excited but she didn't give any sign of noticing. Instead, she was posing for him, in profile to the camera, her head turned to give him a pouty model expression, her chest puffed out.
Then she posed straight on, her hands on her curvy round hips, the high cut of the leg holes making them look even wider. Her erect nipples poked prominently into the dark blue material.
Pose after pose and Simon felt like he was going to explode in his pants.
Posing for her son at the bottom of the garden and seeing the effect her body was having on him was giving Jayne a warm feeling deep in her stomach and a damp feeling between her legs but it really got exciting when she noticed Mr Porter next door in his rear bedroom window, looking down at her too, enjoying the sights.
After a while, she became worried that her dampness would show through the material of her swimsuit.
"What time is it Simon?" she asked.
"Uh, we have an hour and a half before we need to be there," he said, looking at his watch.
Then Jayne got a wicked look on her face.
"How 'bout I show you that other suit after all? It would have to be just between the two of us though, no showing the pictures to your class."
"Sure!" said Simon, almost shouting in his excitement to see whatever was more inappropriate than this fantastic outfit, "I have more than enough photos already."
"Great. I won't be a sec," she said, jogging into the house, her enormous bust seeming to bounce in slow motion.
When she was out of sight, Simon reviewed some of the photos he'd taken of her. She looked so happy - the first time he'd seen her properly happy in weeks; not since his father had had his accident and they had learned that he may never walk again. They were grateful that he had survived at least but their lives would never be the same again.
Just as Simon was about to go inside to see if he could find something to cover up his bulge, he turned back towards the house and saw his mother coming back out into the garden. At first he thought she was totally naked but then he saw the small triangles of white fabric covering her nipples and pussy. Three small triangles held in place by thin string. He had never seen anything so revealing or sexy in person before. Her amazing 34FF tits jiggled against their flimsy confines as she stepped through the French door into the garden. Simon wondered how much movement those strings would be able to cope with before her assets would become totally exposed.
No wonder she didn't want him to show photos of her in this outfit to his photography class. That's when he remembered he was holding a camera - a tool he could use to immortalise the incredible sight before him. He brought the camera up and started taking photos using the rapid fire mechanism, taking photo after photo, all in extreme high definition, which he could examine in great detail later, in the privacy of his bedroom.
"What do you think?" asked Jayne. "Not too revealing I hope?"
"Uh, no!" said Simon and he realised he had almost shouted. He was frantic not to give her any excuse to go and cover up. "Uh, I mean, no, it's not too revealing at all. You look fantastic."
"Really? You don't think I'm too old for this kind of thing then?" asked Jayne, feigning an expression of concern.
"No, of course not!" said Simon, wholeheartedly, as he continued to snap away.
"Good," said Jayne, smiling sweetly. "It's good to have the opinion of a young man - I wouldn't want to think I was inappropriate."
"Not at all. You look amazing," said Simon from behind the camera.
Jayne passed him, going back to the end of the garden, and Simon saw her from behind for the first time in her new outfit and he gasped when he saw the delicate string from around her waist meet a similar string from between her legs, running between her glorious arse cheeks, left entirely bare to his gaze. He had expected another triangle of fabric at least to cover her bum but it was a true t-back thong. He took some more rapid fire photos before she reached the end of the garden and turned to start posing.
"But I still think we should keep these photos between us, sweetie, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with you showing your friends at your photography club," said Jayne, her faux-concern returning to her face.
"Don't worry, mum, I won't show these to anyone. Not unless you tell me you want me to," said Simon, entirely consumed with taking as many photos as possible.
He zoomed in on the triangles covering his mother's nipples and wondered if he could see them through the thin material. He could tell they were erect again from the small shadows they cast on the white material but wasn't sure if he could see the detail of her areola or if he were just wishful thinking.
Jayne smiled as she started posing for her son and Mr Porter, who was still standing at his window, looking down into their garden without trying to hide his motives at all.
Simon decided he couldn't see the detail of her nipples but he could see their shape through the material of her incredible bikini. And that's when he noticed how shiny her skin was - almost as if she had put on some baby oil or something before she came out to the garden. Her skin glistened incredibly in the morning sun. Simon gulped involuntarily.
