Photography Assignment, Part 3
On Friday, Dylan was sitting in the recliner in the living room, looking over the pictures he'd taken of his mother and selecting which ones he wanted to send for the contest. He was planning on telling her about it tonight, to see if she was interested. Fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money.
He selected a couple pictures from each session, showing a progression from her fully, dressed, to her almost ready to be fucked. Hopefully tonight's session would make that leap and finish this up.
Although, the contest was secondary. He wanted her more than the contest. And hopefully tonight would be his night... his night to finally fuck his mother.
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"Oh my gosh, traffic was a bitch tonight," Andrea said as she walked in the door and saw Dylan in the living room. She was almost thirty minutes later than normal, although Dylan hadn't noticed yet. "It's amazing that one little accident in the left lane would practically shut down the entire expressway."
"That sounds rough," Dylan said.
"Yeah, but it's Friday!" she cheered, the sing-song sound of her voice showing her happiness. Her body had been on fire all day again today. She'd even slipped into the bathroom and masturbated in the middle of the morning. Her mind was so focused on Dylan and what they'd been doing all week long, it drove her crazy.
She put her purse down and walked into the kitchen to grab a drink. This time, she grabbed a half-full bottle of her favorite white wine from the refrigerator and poured a glass for herself.
"How was your day?" she asked as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. She brought her foot up and began massaging it with one hand.
"It was good," he said, nodding. "I had a test in my English class today. It went well."
"That's good," Andrea smiled. She knew Dylan was smart. He was going to find a great job after college. "How was your photography class today? Any more assignments?"
"Yeah," Dylan said. "He said that the last pictures were really good and that the my model must be very comfortable with me now."
She giggled. "Yeah... probably a little too comfortable for a mother," she said.
"The next assignment is supposed to feature an additional model to the mix," he said. "The photos are supposed to show my ability to take erotic photographs... showing, essentially, sex in action. Professor Collins said that if we were unable to find another model to assist, then the photographer could do it him or herself. He called that POV or Point of View and he says that's somewhat common as well."
"So... you're going to be both the photographer and the extra model?" she asked.
"Yeah. I think I'll have to," he said. "I hope I can do it."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," she replied.
"Professor Collins also told us about a contest that we can enter with the pictures we've taken. First place gets fifty thousand dollars and a free trip to Hawaii!"
"Wow! That's amazing!" she said, her eyes opening wide as she smiled. "Who's contest?"
"Naughty MILF magazine," he said.
"Naughty MILF?" she asked, sounding disgusted by the name. "That just sounds like a trash publication."
"Oh no," he said. "They have, you know, really classy stuff on there. They do have nude stuff, but it's pretty tasteful. They've been around forever."
"What's MILF?"
"Oh, that's an acronym that was mentioned in a pretty famous movie," he said. "My generation uses it a lot. It's M I L F and stands for Mother I'd Like to... you know... Fuck"
"Oh my gosh! That's horrible!" she said, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock.
"It's just an acronym, Mom... some guys really like older women," he said. "And any more it just means that an older woman is really hot."
"Do you... you know... like... older women?" she asked, a little nervous. She wasn't sure how she wanted him to answer. Did she want him to be into her?
"Hell yeah, I do!" he said, without even a pause.
"Why?" she asked, really confused. She always thought that guys liked the young, tight bodied women she saw. The models in the magazines or on TV. They were all tall and thin with perky tits and trim waists.
"Well... older women have more mature bodies and they have... experience. You know?" he said.
"I guess that makes some sense," she said, not really believing it was a big thing, though. "Did you say fifty thousand dollars?"
Dylan nodded. "Yeah! And the photographer gets a full-time position with them for a year.
The model gets two more professional photo shoots, too."
"And your model is...?" she asked, a little confused. She was his model in the previous photo shoots, but surely he wanted someone more appropriate and beautiful... someone he could be... intimate... with.
"You of course," he said, smiling. He never even thought she'd doubt that. "You're stunning and I don't think you realize it."
She giggled and blushed a little. "Sweetheart..."
"I mean, I don't want to insult you if you think it's too trashy," he said. "But I have to take pictures for the portfolio anyway... I just thought we could submit some to the magazine, too."
"Well," she said, considering it. "Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. Imagine if we won that."
"And... we could go to Hawaii," he smiled.
"Wouldn't that be great!" Andrea closed her eyes, imagining herself on a nice, white, sandy beach. "It's so beautiful there."
"I'll tell you what, we'll take the pictures then sit down and just see what we want to upload," he said. "If you think we can submit them, then we will."
"Ok. I mean, guess we can give it a try." She smiled, imagining winning the contest.
"Wanna go now?" he asked.
She nodded. "Sure."
Dylan stood and extended his hand for her to take. She giggled, took his hand, and the two walked up the stairs to her bedroom. This would be the perfect location for this shoot. There was a lot of floor space and the queen-sized bed was plenty large enough.
"What do you mean when you said it's supposed to be like sex in action?" she asked as she sat on the side of her bed. Dylan started putting up a tripod, getting it ready for the shoot if they needed it.
"Oh, he wants more, you know, implied or real sex," he said.
