I came home from school earlier than usual that fateful day. The backdoor was wide open and since dad had been sent to the 'Big House', mom had become particular about security. I knew something was up. I had just turned eighteen, I was the man-of-the-house now, so I did the manly thing and went inside (shaking like a leaf and ready to poop myself).
I peered into the kitchen and gingerly searched the camera store we owned, which was at the front of the building. There was no sign of anyone and no answer when I called out. Nothing appeared to be missing. I then went down to the basement, which we used as a studio. That's when I found her.
What I saw and will vividly remember for the rest of my life, was a woman dressed as a nurse laid out on the floor. Her uniform was half ripped off exposing a large, bare breast and her skirt was pulled so far up her legs that her stocking-tops and garter belt were visible.
The room was lit up for a photo shoot and I was able to drink in every detail of the scene. Her stockings were laddered and her panties were torn and down around her ankle. She was laid on her back with her black hair partially covering her face. It was then I recognized her. It was my mother!
I ran over and knelt by her. I didn't know if she was dead or alive so I place my shaking hand on the exposed breast. Which I was relieved to feel slowly rise and fall.
I had never felt a woman's breast before and could not resist squeezing it softly. A shiver seemed to course through my body as I flicked her nipple with my thumb and a strange feeling came over me. I had an erection!
That was when I heard a groan, at first I thought it came from me but it was my mother, she was waking up. Her eyes opened slowly and I saw that her mouth was bleeding.
As she came around I helped her to her feet. I asked her what had happened and offered to call an ambulance. She told me not to worry as she tried to cover herself up. She told me to make her a strong drink while she pulled herself together.
When she came into the kitchen later she looked more like my mother. The black wig was gone, along with much of the makeup she had been wearing. With her dressing gown and furry slippers on, she bore no resemblance to the sexy nurse I had just seen down in the basement.
I gave her a gin and tonic and we sat down at the kitchen table. She said it was time that I knew the truth and went over to the cabinet, unlocked a large drawer and pulled out some magazines. She put them on the table in front of me.
They were 'nudie' magazines! Not the hardcore knob-gobbler stuff of today. This was England in the 60's and porn was very tame. This was soft-core, up-skirt, stockings, bras, a cheeky grin and a bare nipple if you're lucky mate!
She opened a magazine called "Beautiful Britons" and showed me a picture of a woman getting out of a car. She was wearing stiletto heels dark tan stockings and a mini skirt. Her knees were wide apart and I could see her white thighs and black panties!
It took a second to register... It was my mother again! She was a model for these magazines and she told me dad had been the photographer! That's how they met, which was not the story I had been told growing up.
Anyway, since dad was now in jail and she still needed to make a living, she had hired this photographer to take pictures of her. The photo-shoot had barely got started when the guy lost control of himself and tried to fuck her. She fought him off but he hit her and knocked her out. Then he must have panicked and run out of the house just before I arrived home.
She went on to explain that these were desperate times. The camera store only made money during the holiday season and these modeling gigs paid very well.
The way it worked was some big shot publisher in London would request certain layouts for the various magazines they were planning to put out, along with an advance of money for expenses. Dad would shoot the images and develop them and send them along with the negatives to London.
Mom explained she had already spent the money and London was calling demanding either the pictures or the money back. She didn't have either.
That's when I said, "I can take the pictures mom."
After all, I am my father's son. He took me with him whenever he did a wedding shoot and I worked with him in the camera shop on weekends. He taught me a lot and I soaked it all up. I am even in the Photography club at school and my teacher says I am a natural. I know about f-stops, depth of field, composition, lighting, film speed - you name it."
She thought long and hard about my suggestion as she sipped her drink. I looked at the magazines. I discovered she was in everyone of them and I was knocked out on how she could present herself. I got and erection, again, looking at her.
My mom was sexy! I never knew it, hell until then I didn't really know what sexy was. I knew nothing of smut and had never given girls a second thought. I looked at these images and knew I could shoot pictures like that, no problem. These were real hot women and my mom was one of them!
So it was decided - tomorrow we would take some pictures.
Since the nurse uniform was ruined we looked through the list of requested photo scenarios. One was for a french-maid with lots of 'down blouse' and 'up-skirt' shots. Mom said she had just the right outfit and she joked she had to clean house tomorrow anyway.
That night I went to bed with my mind racing. I could not sleep with those pictures of mom's firm breasts and long legs rolling around in my head. My cock was hard when I touched it and waves of pleasure broke over me as I ejaculated.
For the rest of the night I thought of what the next day would bring. What 'down-blouse' and 'up-skirt' meant and how I would do the photo-shoot. I was new to sex and sexiness but my imagination bought me more ejaculations that night.
The next day was Saturday and I eagerly skipped down to the kitchen when I heard my mother cooking breakfast. She handed me a plate of bacon, eggs, toast and beans. Then she fixed herself a cup of coffee and gave me a glass of milk.
Sitting down with me at the table she told me what the days schedule would be. After breakfast she would go up to the bedroom and get ready - she said it would take her at least an hour.
I was to set up lights in the living room and get all the film and camera gear we would need. She explained that we would be doing hundreds of exposures and we would be taking frequent breaks, but expect at least four hours to complete the shoot.
As it was 'off season' the camera store was not open so we didn't have to worry about interruptions.
I eagerly set about the task of bringing up the lights and equipment from the studio. Just as I plugged in the last light I heard my mother calling me. I ran up stairs and she asked me to come into her bedroom.
She was dressed in a short black, classic 'french-maid' outfit complete with petticoats, frilly white cap and apron. Her breasts were popping out of the low cut top and I could not stop staring at them.
She smiled and called my attention to her legs. She lifted up her petticoats and showed me her stocking tops. My heart almost stopped and I let out a small gasp when I saw the perfect symmetry of her nylons on those perfect legs in their hi-heels.
She asked me if they looked 'OK' or should she change them for 'fishnets'? I looked closely while she span around to show me the back and inquired if the seams were straight?
This was the moment when I developed my love for fully fashioned nylons! I was in love with her legs and always will be. I quickly shifted my newly sprung erection, in an attempt to hide it, while I told her I thought she looked great!
She gave me a little knowing smile and inquired if I would be able to perform what was expected. She went on to explain that she had been modeling for many years and she knew what poses worked and what didn't. When she struck a particular pose it was my job to get myself into the right position, just like dad used to, and take what she called a 'cheeky' photo.
If I needed to adjust her clothing to improve the shot, I could either ask her to do it or do it myself. I was to get lots of close ups, as that was what they liked and what ever I do - make sure the exposure and focus is right!
So with those words of encouragement she kissed my forehead - giving me a great view of her tits, which I made a mental note to capture on film with all the skill I possess. We went down stairs.
Mom was true to her word, when she got in front of the lights and I was ready with the camera she became the perfect model. Her first pose was just her slightly bending over with her legs together, holding a feather duster over the coffee table.
I took a light reading of her face and chest. I don't remember what they were because I was concentrating on her cleavage.
My first shot was full on frontal looking down her blouse. As I snapped away I zoomed in ever closer and closer. I became enthralled with those beautiful white mounds of flesh - one of which I had secretly squeezed the day before.
I then went around the back and took some shots of mum's gorgeous ass and legs. As I clicked away with my SLR, manual-wind camera (these were the old days!) mom bent over further exposing more of her legs, but not enough for me to see the tops of her stockings.
So I laid down on the floor for a better angle and was rewarded with a shot looking up her skirt! Oh boy, it was glorious, I was in heaven.
I took my time as I snapped away trying hard for a glimpse of her panties, but it was a little too dark up there still. I was going to get a light reflector when she pulled her skirt higher as if anticipating what I needed.
She was wearing white frilly knickers. I focused on every detail of them as I shot. I was entranced by their tight fit and wanted so badly to reach out and touch them.
She decided to change her pose and squatted next to the table still holding the duster - she's a professional my mom. I was now able to stand up and get a better look down her blouse.
