Returning To My Trophy Mom Ch 02

In the first chapter, my neglected trophy mother in her prime meets me for the first time after spending the previous 3 years studying in Europe. Initially, I intended to console her, but she was too attractive, and soon we ended up in bed together.

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The following morning was one of those rare summer rainy days. I didn't check the weather channel to see if it was related to one of the tropical storms in the area. However, one thing was clear - No outdoor activity.

Mom opened my door quietly at 9 am to check if I was awake. She saw me reading e-mails on my computer and smiled, "It's an ugly day outside. Are you planning to stay home or visit one of your former friends?"

"Did Dad leave already?"

"He always leaves before 7:30 am."

"In that case, I stay here to harass you."

"As a good mother, I am willing to suffer my son's presence..."

"Jokes aside. If I could do whatever I wanted without you complaining about it, I'd like to photograph you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are gorgeous, and I'd like to remember you like that forever. I'll keep the pictures for posterity."

"Honey, I was much prettier when I was your age. I can show you the pictures your father took of me when we started going out."

"I saw those pictures, and I agree you were beautiful back then. But these days, your beauty is still there, and the signs of maturity make you even more attractive."

She giggled, "Are you saying you find my new wrinkles attractive?"

"Mom, some people turn ugly with advanced age. However, some look better. To name a few: Anne Hathaway, Michelle Pfeiffer, Jessica Alba, and Jennifer Lopez."

"These actresses look great, but they have special personnel who take care of them with exercises, massages, makeup, and after all that, their pictures are carefully taken from flattering angles, with the right background and lighting. Even then, the pictures still go through photoshopping. I remember I used to admire Cindy Crawford. One day, I saw her on the street, and trust me, I was very disappointed."

"You see, that's what I thought; you underestimate your beauty. Father neglects you, and your self esteem is in the gutters. Let me prove to you that you are wrong."

"Well, we cannot be outdoors today, so I'll agree to a couple of photos, but you do not show them to anybody. I let YOU play with my pictures. However, I hate to see others pointing a finger at me after seeing the real me."

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I brought the DSLR I bought in England 2 years earlier and arranged soft white lighting in the living room. I instructed her to comb her hair in a low bun style and wear a long gray dress.

Mom entered the living room 15 minutes later. She looked great but the camera needed more facial contrast, so I helped her put on minimal makeup, a touch of mascara, and light red lipstick. Then I sat her on the large couch in front of the heavy curtain and shot 3 pictures from different angles.

I examined the photos on the small screen and liked the results, especially since it was only the first try. I showed her the photos. She looked at all 3 and asked, "Did you photoshop the photos when you checked them?"

"Mom, why would you think this way?"

"Because I see myself in the mirror every day, and I do not look THAT pretty."

"I'll tell you what, I'll shoot another set, and we'll see the pictures together."

"OK. How do you want me now?"

"Don't touch the face but loosen the hair, change your dress to the short black one, and wear the 3" heel shiny black shoes."

After twenty minutes, she returned. This time, she looked much more than pretty and impressive. She looked very sexy!

"Mom, stand by the doorframe and lean on it with your right leg slightly bent and... look at my groin."

Her cleavage covered very little of her large creamy breasts, and my pole created a noticeable bulge in my pants. As I aimed the camera, I saw what I wanted: a seductive expression, "Is your front... because of me?!"

I ignored the rhetorical question and showed her the photos. She looked like a dressed-up Playboy model: Pretty, voluptuous, with a 'fuck-me' smile.

Mom stared at the photos with a strange smile, "Honey, you are a very good photographer. Am I really that sexy in my 40s?"

"I asked you to look at the effect of your sexy body on the only organ I have no control over. Do you need a formal answer?"

"I am surprised and can hardly believe my eyes."

"It's going to be rainy all day long. May we continue the photo session?"

"Honey, watching your caged penis reacting to my pictures made me horny too... How do you want me next?"

"Since we are both aroused, I'd love to take more risque pictures of you. Of course, only the 2 of us will see them, but let's see what my photography skills and your heavenly body can generate."

"Adrian, you are so naughty. You wish to display your own mother as a sex symbol..."

"But you ARE naturally very sexy. Why can't both of us enjoy your erotic body in photos?"

"Because I won't be able to live with myself if anybody else saw these pictures."

"Mom, I'll never let it happen."

"OK... But I want to select the ones I like, and you'll delete the rest."

"Done."

"So what's next?"

"You looked wonderful in a bikini. Wear the one you like, and we'll see whether the camera agrees."

Mom went to her bedroom and came out wearing a black conservative bikini. The bottom part had a high waistline, and the top covered her boobs with something that could be better described as 2 tents..."

It was her choice, so I took some photos, not trying too much to make them appealing... When she saw them, her comment was, "Not bad. I am in a decent swimsuit, as one would expect me to look in one."

"Mom, with all due respect, you are full of it! I love you, and the last thing I want is to photograph a woman with a flawless figure in a nun-type swimsuit. I want to shoot YOU! We can do much better. Let me show you." I went to her bedroom, looked through her drawer of various bikinis, and selected a white one.

Mom chuckled, "Honey, Dad bought me this one on our honeymoon. I wore it once when he and I dove in our pool for the first time. I have never dared wear it since, because it exposed too much back then. It was more than 20 years ago, and since that time, I gained 4 pounds, so I doubt it will expose LESS now..."

"Stop being a chicken. Try it, and we'll see."

"Bad son! You don't listen to me. Don't be surprised if it rips off before you take the first picture."

I smirked, "In the worst case scenario, your tits will be free, and my cock will enjoy the show. If it happens, I'll buy you a new one."

Mom laughed, "Dad bought it in Italy. It's more expensive than you think and has special properties."

"Wear it."

She exited the bathroom, and I was fortunate nobody took MY picture: My eyes widened, my mouth remained open (Did it drool too?), and my pole advanced at an alarming rate toward the North Star. Her voluptuous body looked like never before. The tiny bottom was a thong-type that barely covered her now bald mound, while on the back, her round firm ass cheeks bulged provocatively. However, her tits were the main attraction. The top was very thin and kept her breasts high, covering little more than her nipples. The material seemed partially transparent, which added to the erotic sight.

"Mom, let me move you to different places and gather some photos."

The first set I took showed her sitting on the lounge chaise under the covered balcony with the pouring rain in the background. She looked amazing. I wanted to see her in the pool and jacuzzi, but the rainy & windy day made it unrealistic. Then I came up with an idea.

"Mom, go to the bathroom and stand face up with your hands shampoo the hair."

Subsequently, I adjusted the water temperature in the shower and helped her in. I took her first photo in the tub still not under the water. Mom was inspecting my eyes with a tempting look. I was ready to devour her body. But I resisted, trying to take advantage of the unique opportunity to photograph her at her best.

I aimed at her and asked her to step under the shower stream. I took several pictures in succession when the water poured over her. Within seconds, the white material turned completely transparent! Her massive tits were pushing the thin material from all directions, and her hard nipples protruded like flashlights! Her cunt was seen in its entirety, including her plump labia and the prominent clitoris.

All that time, Mom watched my face, assessing my reaction. Noticing my facial expression and my huge tent, she giggled, "Now you realize why I never wore this bikini after the first time..."

"Mom, take off your swimsuit, and I'll help you with the towel."

When she dried up and wore a robe, we sat to watch the pictures. I downloaded the pictures onto my computer and moved them one by one for her. As her shower photos began, I felt her small palm gently caressing my erection.

She watched all the pictures from beginning to end without saying a word. But immediately after she saw the last photo, displaying her fantastic, fully exposed body with her hair being shampooed, she mumbled, "Adrian darling, you have taken wonderful photos. The effect on me is the same as on you. Very horny! Will you please fuck me?"

"Don't you want to rest for an hour or two after your modeling session?"

"Absolutely not! I want your monster tearing me apart. I wonder why you didn't notice my wet seat..."

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"Honey, I am so horny that everything goes, as long as when we are done, I'll see stars."

"In that case, you have 2 options: either on the kitchen table or the carpet."

She smirked, "It depends if you want to eat me or fuck me..."

"I want both."

"In that case, the kitchen table is better."

"One last request, I want you lying on the table with your butt on the edge and your legs apart before Dad's chair."

"Honey, you have such a deviant mind... You want to eat me in the same place your father eats his food!"

"If he was a better husband, we would not be in this situation, would we? Actually, if I sat on his chair, munch on your cunt with your ass on his favorite plate, it would have been even better..."

She laughed, "What a pervert! The only one in our family you remind me of is Uncle Tony, but we'll talk about him another time."

Mom removed the robe and stood by the table in the nude. I helped her sit on the edge and lean back on the table. I added a soft pillow under her head, parted her legs wider, and gazed at her alluring cunt. And then, before Mom noticed what I was up to, I grabbed the camera and took a couple of closeups of her privates.

I sat on Dad's chair, placed my hands on her shapely thighs, and started lapping on her moist labia. The first time my tongue touched her folds, she trembled. I continued licking as much of her juices as I could and then sucked on them lightly. She began groaning and mumbled, "Please, darling, I'd like it better when my pussy is filled."

I raised my head, "Lover, this is only the appetizer. I hope you try to have fun with the first course before we move to the main one."

She whispered, "But I am so aroused already..."

Her desperate plea for an orgasm touched my heart.

Next, I shoved 2 fingers into her hot vagina and rubbed roughly the front wall while my tongue danced Cha Cha Cha on her clit. Her breathing stopped abruptly as her body tensed, and seconds later, she began screaming her heart out as her body convulsed under me. I continued for 10 more minutes, enjoying the sight of her body twisting and turning on the table and her fat tits bouncing before my eyes.

Eventually, I started slowing down, but only temporarily. I disengaged from her body, stood up between her legs, and penetrated with my cock into her soaked pussy. Her screams turned to whimpers. I began pounding her with my hands savagely abusing her magnificent mammaries.

Mom's tunnel was so wet, I felt like my dick was swimming there. I shifted up and drilled her hole faster. Her reaction was minor, and I was sure her mind was already checking out the Orion Constellation.

It didn't take me much longer to reach the point of no return, and I exploded in her womb with a loud roar. It didn't feel like an ejaculation. It was very powerful, as if my life was taken away... Gradually, I slowed down and then carried Mom to her bed.

I stared at her voluptuous assets and knew I was the luckiest man alive.