Ms. Johnson's Photo Shoot

All characters are over the age of 18.

MS. JOHNSON'S PHOTO SHOOT

"My mom?" Jimmy asked incredulously to his friend Seth. They had spent a good portion of their Sunday afternoon on various porn sites, with a good deal of that being milf porn. "My mom," he continued. "Ms. Johnson. The teacher. YOUR former teacher. You think she's going to let you take nude pictures of her?"

"Man, just look at her, and think about how hot it would be. And how much money it would make."

Seth had a point there. She was hot, he had to admit. Early 40s, with a passing resemblance to the actress Keri Russell.... but a bit more, ah, "buxom". Jimmy wouldn't want to admit it, but had always quietly fantasized about his mom's body. Who wouldn't?

"You know how much money is in milf porn? A lot. And you've got a smoking hot milf living here, with constant access to her. Forget the money part, and just think how hot it would be."

"Dude, first of all, that that's my mom. Second, how in the world would you get her to go for something like that? She's an elementary school teacher, and a prude."

"I can be pretty persuasive when I want," Seth bragged. "Besides, we'd start off slow. Some innocent pictures, get her into it, and next thing you know your mom's clothes are coming off. Then some not so innocent pictures. And videos."

Jimmy felt his penis coming to life at the thought. But no, he didn't think it was possible. "Sorry man. Not happening."

"We'll see about that," Seth said, working on a plan. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to get his former teacher out of her clothes.

A few hours later, and Jimmy heard his mom coming home. She had brought home dinner, hopefully enough for the three of them. Jimmy and Seth watched her walk through the door, looking amazing in a polo shirt and jeans. Seth couldn't decide which he liked best, her ass or her tits. Both were amazing.

As Shelly, Ms. Johnson as her students knew her, began setting out the dinner, she saw Seth take her picture. He was putting his plan in motion.

"Seth, what are you doing?" she asked. Seth took another one.

"Oh nothing," he said casually. "You're just so beautiful, I thought I'd take your picture."

Shelly set down the plate she was holding. Her hands went to her hips. "Ok cut the crap, what's going on?"

Seth suddenly had to think fast. This is a bad start, he thought. He'd have to try to talk his way out of it. "Um.... well, we were online earlier, and looking at.... um, videos of.... Do you know what a milf is Ms. Johnson?"

She continued glaring at Seth. "Yes, I do. Now spit it out."

"Well, we thought... you're so pretty, and so much better looking than the women online.... that maybe you'd let me.... you know, take some pictures and videos of you. Some... sexy ones."

"Seth," Shelly said softly. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Where do you two get ideas like this? Now let's sit down and eat before it gets cold."

It ended there for the evening, but Seth was actually encouraged. He had managed to hatch his plan, and she didn't scream at him or make him leave. Maybe she just needs some more time to think about it, and maybe.....

Fast forward a few nights. Shelly was cleaning up in the kitchen and was about to get ready for bed. Seth had worked out a new idea, and thought maybe it just might work. He had managed another dinner invite at the Johnson household, and over dinner had again broached the subject of the naughty photo shoot to Ms. Johnson. It went about as well as the first time, as she quickly shot him down with a roll of her eyes, and changed the subject.

Now it was time for his new plan. Seth was full of nervous energy, as he waited for the right moment. Now or never, he thought.

Ms. Johnson was putting the dishes away in the dishwasher. As she closed it and turned around, Seth approached her holding a glass of water. He pretended to trip, and tossed the water directly onto Ms. Johnson's shirt.

"What the hell??" Shelly yelled, feeling the cold water soak through her shirt. Jimmy stood in the doorway, watching. He knew his friend was going to try this, but couldn't believe he actually did.

"I'm sorry Ms. Johnson," Seth said, moving closer, with her back now against the counter. "It was an accident. But I think this would make a great series of pictures," he said sheepishly. Her white polo shirt was completely soaked. She gave him that same disapproving look with her hands on her hips. "This is really cold, Seth."

He stepped closer, now standing right in front her. Seth had his former teacher pinned against the counter. He took the base of her shirt, and started to lift it. "Or maybe we can get you out of this wet shirt first...." he started. He quickly untucked it from her jeans, and began lifting it up. "We could take the pictures here like this...."

Shelly looked down, too stunned by the boy's actions to do anything. He lifted up more, until he saw her bare flat stomach come into view. "Should I get my camera?" he asked, leaning over his friend's mom with a handful of her shirt in his hand. Shelly swatted his hand away.

"Seth. I'm just going to say this once, and then this will be over," she started, pushing him back. "You will not take pictures of me. You will not see me in any state of undress. Your are my former student, and you are my son's friend. This is entirely inappropriate, and will never happen. Ever. Do we have that clear?"

Seth looked at his shoes. "Yes," he replied softly, feeling scorned.

"Yes, Ms. Johnson," she corrected him.

"Yes Ms. Johnson."

Shelly then stormed upstairs to change out of her wet top.

"This is going nowhere," Jimmy said, stating the obvious. "Dude she doesn't want to do it. You're gonna get smacked. And you're gonna get me smacked too."

"Maybe," Seth admitted. "Or maybe she just needs more encouragement. I have an idea. Perhaps a little light restraint?"

"What do you mean, 'light restraint'?" Jimmy asked, definitely intrigued.

"Just hold her for a little bit. See how she reacts. I think part of her wants to do this." Jimmy wasn't getting that vibe at all, but agreed to go along with it.

Shelly came downstairs a few minutes later, and had changed into a loose fitting blouse. Jimmy and Seth watched her round the corner into the kitchen. They exchanged knowing looks. As she moved towards the fridge, Seth said "Now Jimmy". Jimmy moved behind his mom, and took her arms in his hands. Shelly felt her arms suddenly pinned behind her back.

"Jimmy!" she exclaimed. "What are you two doing?" she squealed, attempting to look at her arms now immobilized behind her.

"Spin her around," Seth ordered, standing to the side. "Face her this way." Holding her arms behind her, Jimmy rotated his mother to where she was now facing Seth. Both boys took notice of her breasts protruding against her thin little top. They shook lightly as she tried to free her arms.

"Guys, that's enough," Shelly attempted. "Jimmy let me go. This is dumb." They ignored her. As Seth moved closer, his eyes focused on her sheer white top, and her full chest underneath it.

She stopped struggling against her son, as Jimmy felt his erection growing in his pants. He had his mom trapped, and knew what his friend was going to try to do to her.

"You look even better in this shirt, Ms. Johnson," Seth said, staring blatantly at her chest. He watched her breasts rise and fall. "This will make for a good photo series." He grabbed his phone. "Caption: Milf teacher, bound."

(click)

"Guys...." Shelly pleaded again, to no avail. (click click) Seth took about five pictures of Ms. Johnson pinned, struggling against her son to free herself. He took a moment to adjust what was growing in his shorts.

"It's a good start," Seth said, putting down his phone. "But let's open you up a little." He stepped toward her with excitement racing through him.

"Seth," Shelly said with disdain. "What did I just tell you. You will never get to see me that way. Never."

Seth eyed the snaps holding Ms. Johnson's tight shirt together. He picked out one in the middle. He attempted to reach out to touch it, and Shelly again tried to pull free of her son's grasp, knocking Seth's hands away.

"Hold her tight Jimmy," Seth said, again reaching for the snap. He got a hold of it this time, and twirled it between his fingers. Shelly looked down her chest at the boy fidgeting with her snap. Seth brought his other hand up to it, and slowly separated it.

Shelly gritted her teeth as she saw the snap give way. A small portion of her shirt was now opened, just underneath the bra running across the middle of her chest. Seth reached for his phone. "Caption," he said, aiming it at the exposed area. "Boy opens his teacher's shirt." (click)

"Seth!" Shelly yelled, as he captured the small area of her upper abdomen that was now visible.

Seth took a few more pictures of the partially opened shirt. You couldn't see anything expect a sliver of bare skin. His hands moved to the next snap above the open area. Shelly shook against her son. "Let's see some more," Seth said, as he carefully pulled the snap apart.

Shelly squirmed defiantly, but it was to no avail. Her shirt was partially opened in the middle of her chest, with a small area of her bra now visible. Jimmy looked down again, and could see his mom's bare skin and some of her white bra that his friend had exposed.

Seth reached into his pocket. "I need to get my phone ready for this," he said, opening the camera app. He sat it down on the table next to him, and reached into the hole he had created in Ms. Johnson's shirt. He briefly felt her bare skin.

Shelly watched his hands. "I said, you won't see me that way, ever. Stop this," she stated matter of factly, as Seth moved his finger up slightly, and felt the material of her bra running across her chest. She continued to wiggle, as did her breasts.

"Not yet Ms. Johnson," Seth replied, picking up his phone. "Jimmy, hold her tight, and push her chest forward." He did, which opened the gap in her blouse even more. (click) He took several photos of Ms. Johnson in this state. Her clearly agitated face and trapped arms combined with the opened hole in the center of her shirt was very hot. (click)

"Ok, time for the next series of photos. Caption," he said, putting down his phone and gripping her shirt by the sides he had opened. "Teacher's shirt ripped open." Jimmy looked down at his friend holding his mom's shirt. He felt her squirming against him.

"Seth, this isn't going to happen," she said, watching his hands.

Seth paused briefly. He smirked at her, and said "Just hold her still Jimmy." He took a deep breath, and then pulled on both ends of the top violently. Shelly squealed as the remaining snaps gave way, and as Seth ripped both sides of her shirt off her chest. Jimmy held his mom tight as he watched her shirt fly open, revealing a lacy white bra underneath, barely containing her large breasts.

Seth smiled, and took in the sight of Ms. Johnson stripped to just her bra. He then quickly began pushing the two sides of her blouse down her arms, as that's how he wanted her for this next round of pictures: Bound, with her shirt barely hanging off of her, in just her tiny bra.

Seth took both sides of the shirt and pushed them off Ms. Johnson's shoulders, and then down her arms. He quickly grabbed the camera, and aimed it at her chest. "Caption," he said, getting everything in frame. "Bound teacher stripped to just her bra."

Just as he was about to snap a picture, Shelly attempted one last time to free herself from her captivity. She finally broke free from her son's grasp.

She turned around and gave Jimmy a couple of hard shoves, pushing him back off of her, and turned back to Seth. As she put her shirt back together, she said angrily "I don't know what that was about, but like I told you, you will not see me nude. You will not take pictures of me that way, ever. I thought I had made that clear."

She turned to her son. "And you. I would expect creepy stuff like this from Seth, but not from you. No more games. Do you two understand me?"

"Yes mom."

"Yes Ms. Johnson."

Shelly stormed out to her bedroom. The boys exchanged mischievous looks, and attempted to hide their erections. "Dude!" Jimmy exclaimed. "You got her shirt almost all the way off! How did that happen??"

"I don't know man," Seth replied, suddenly feeling exhausted. "But we've got to come up with a new plan now. I think if we do it right.... this can really happen. And I don't mean just her shirt coming off."

Seth then went back to his phone, and pressed stop on the camera. He pulled up the video he had just taken, and the two boys watched it multiple times with massive tents pitched in their shorts.

The next week was spent scheming. They decided flattery was the way to go at this point. They had to get her feeling excited, and wanting to be shown off. That seemed like a tall task considering how the last time ended with more scolding, but both thought it was definitely worth a shot. In fact it consumed most of their waking thoughts.

Jimmy had masturbated many times over the last week thinking about holding his mom's arms behind her, while his friend attempted to open her shirt. Two to three times a day he had jacked off to the image of her opened shirt, and exposed bra. He couldn't wait to try again.

The next Friday night they decided to have a movie night. Jimmy knew his mom was staying in, and had even arranged to have a bottle of her favorite wine in the kitchen for her.

The boys were watching the movie in the den, patiently waiting for Jimmy's mom to make an appearance. Finally she did. It had been a normal week, and the events of the other day in the kitchen had been largely forgotten.

Shelly had just finished off her second glass of wine, and walked into the den. She had changed into a full length nightgown. "Alright guys, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late," she said, looking at the tv. "What are y'all watching?"

"Oh, just some old movie," Jimmy replied. It was Basic Instinct.

"That figures," Shelly said. "You couple of pervs.... at least you gave up that dumb game you were trying the other day."

Seth played dumb. "What game was that?"

Shelly again adapted the annoyed teacher posture, with her hands on her hips. "The one where you were trying to take pictures of me."

"Oh, that one," Seth replied. They had to be careful. She wasn't mad any longer, but they didn't know how long that would last.

"Mom come sit down," Jimmy said, patting the seat next to him on the couch. "Watch the movie with us."

Shelly thought about it for a moment, briefly flashing back to having her arms pinned behind her back by her son, while his friend tried to get her topless. "Ok maybe a few minutes," she said, figuring that threat was now gone. Besides, she would quickly put a stop to anything weird.

She sat down next to Jimmy. Seth was in the chair opposite the couch. "I haven't seen this movie in forever," Shelly said, as she watched Michael Douglas throw Sharon Stone down on the bed. Seth and Jimmy exchanged quick glances, as Seth felt his pocket to make sure he had his phone.

Jimmy scooted closer to his mom. "She's pretty, don't you think?" Jimmy said into her ear.

"She is," his mom replied, as she watched Sharon Stone's shirt come off. "Very pretty."

Jimmy leaned closer to her, and tried to look down the front of her pink nightgown. It zipped up the front, all the way down. It was too tight against her though, and he couldn't see anything. He moved closer.

Seth chimed in now. "You're just as pretty, Ms. Johnson. You could have been an actress."

"Thanks guys," she replied, still watching the movie. Sharon Stone arched her back as she was now getting fucked on screen.

Jimmy casually put his arm around his mom. She glanced at him quickly, and then went back to watching the movie. He began to slowly tickle the area under her left ear, and down her neck. He repeated that a few times, up and down.

"That tickles," she said, giggling.

"Sorry, I'll stop," Jimmy said, playing along.

"No it's ok. It feels good," Shelly responded to her son. Jimmy traced circles around her neck, until he reached the top of her nightgown on her shoulder. He played with the material briefly, before returning to caressing his mom's neck.

"Here, lean back into me," Jimmy said. "I'll use both hands. Like a light massage while you watch the movie."

Shelly paused for a moment, but didn't see the harm. She then leaned into her son on the couch, with her head nestled against him. He brought his other hand up to her, and began caressing both sides of her neck, up to her ears, and back down. He was trying to position himself to where she couldn't feel the erection in his pants.

Shelly watched the movie as her son stroked her neck. Jimmy started letting his hands drift further down. With each stroke, they would travel further down her sides, touching her nightgown, and back up to her neck. He ran both hands down her sides, past the edges of her breasts, which he watched rise and fall.

"Does that feel good?" he asked in her ear, lightly tickling her neck.

"It does," came the soft reply from his mom. "Don't stop," she cooed, loving the feeling of her son stroking her skin. Jimmy had found one of his mom's erogenous zones. He lightly tickled her neck, up to the area behind her ears.

Seth took out his phone, and took note of the zipper holding Ms. Johnson's nightgown in place. He watched Jimmy freely run his hands up and down his mother, with no rebuke. Her eyes closed momentarily. Both boys thought they heard a moan, as Jimmy continued stroking the sides of his mother's neck.

Jimmy moved his mouth to his mom's ear, and very gently tugged on the lobe with his teeth. He definitely heard a moan this time. He took his tongue and ran it behind her ear, and down her neck. She began to lightly squirm against her son, as he kissed and licked the area he had found that turns her on.

Shelly's eyes opened, as she felt his hands moved around from her sides, towards his mom's chest. Her hands grabbed his, freezing them in place around her rib cage.

"Jimmy...." she said quietly, holding his hands in her's, trapping them from moving upwards. She was breathing harder, and bit her lip as she felt his hands attempting to travel up the front of her gown.

Shelly saw Seth get up out of the chair, phone in hand. She watched him as he sat down at her feet.

Jimmy eventually freed his hands, and returned them to his mom's neck, which he continued to gently kiss. Seth finally spoke up. "Jimmy, pull her hair back." Her long hair was spilling over the top of her nightgown. Seth wanted it out of the way, for what was about to happen.

Jimmy took his mom's hair, pulled it off her chest, and let it fall behind her back. Both boys watched her chest rise and fall.

As she felt her son nibbling on her ear, and looked at Seth now sitting next to her feet, she said a little less confidently than before, "I know what you're doing. This isn't going to work."

Jimmy could tell that she was definitely breathing harder and faster now. There was a quiver to her voice. She tried again. "I told you," with all the strength she could muster, as her son sucked on her earlobe. "It's not happening." Seth moved closer to her.

Shelly swallowed hard, as she felt her son move his hands around to the front of her neck, and began tickling there, down to her upper chest. He tickled each side, and as his fingers dipped lower, her upper chest turned into the swell of her breasts outside her nightgown.

Seth sat up, and watched his friend run his hands over his own mom. He then put his hands on Ms. Johnson's knees, and started pushing them outwards.

"Not going to work...." she said, even softer now, feeling Seth attempting to spread her legs, which caused the bottom of her nightgown to ride up. Seth opened the camera on his phone with one hand, as he helped her nightgown up her legs with the other.