The Garden Shed

© jasperspen

All persons are fictitious and those engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.

This story took place in the mid to late 1970s in the United Kingdom when the 'World Wide Web' or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with so called 'experienced' friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.

Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today's 14 or 15-year-olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet 'information' that can now be accessed by anyone that can type 'sex' into a search engine.

All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many people at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.

Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters, you will be more in tune with the characters.

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"Well, what do you think?" I asked Sue, quietly, as we were standing close to one another, once again doing our usual chore of washing up after our evening meal.

"She really asked you to take 'glamour photos' of her?" Sue asked, incredulously, pausing with her gloved hands in the soapy water.

"Yes."

I looked round to make sure no one was about to come into the kitchen.

I whispered to her, "I told you, Mom said to me, 'maybe in a bikini or something, just a little bit revealing', and was really blushing. You ever seen her blush really red before?"

"No, wow, I never thought she would want to do anything like that," she whispered back.

"And I got her to agree you could be there too as a sort of chaperone, and maybe do some make-up or her hair?"

"This seems unreal," Sue said, "it's a bit different to us being in your shed and looking at the enlargements of her photos that you did, but instead she would actually be there posing?" Sue said.

"Yes, I know, she said something about when she gets older, it would be good to be able to see how she had looked now, but you know she won't go as far as she did in those photos, not with us there, I am sure."

"What do you think made her want to have some photos like that taken anyway?" Sue mused.

"I think it was showing us those nude photos of her, sort of opened a door in her mind or something, and perhaps made her wistful? I don't really know."

Sue contemplated this as she continued washing the last couple of dinner plates.

"So, you know what happened when we looked at the photos together, isn't it going to be a bit difficult for you taking live photos of her like that?" Sue said, looking pointedly down at the front of my shorts with one of those grins she can do.

"You mean... it might affect me?" I whispered.

"That's one word for it," she said, supressing a giggle.

The thought of what we had done while looking at the photos in my shed, had my cock getting hard already.

I moved behind her and pressed myself against her, my hardening cock aligning itself along the crease of her skirt-covered, firm, bottom.

"Hey, be careful, someone might come in." she said, moving her bottom up and down against my now full erection.

I put my hands on her hips and dry humped her for a few seconds, but she was right it would be easy to be caught, especially as we had already been in the kitchen for a while. So reluctantly I moved back beside her.

"I think I've made my point," she said, "it's going to make it hard taking those photos," she grinned again at her own pun.

"Ha, ha," I said, a little too loudly.

"Sounds like someone's having fun," Mom said from by the door.

I hoped she hadn't heard the first bit of that, but I was sure I hadn't seen her there a moment before.

"Oh, we were just messing with each other," Sue said, quick as always.

"Right, well, glad to see you are both still getting on together instead of arguing like you used to do."

"I think we've grown out of that now Mom," Sue returned.

"Good," she said, smiling, "and Ben, did you... ummm, tell Sue what I said about... you know, taking a few photos?" she added, somewhat hesitantly, and lowering her voice.

"Yes, he did," Sue butted in, "it sounds a great idea Mom, it will give Ben some practice too, won't it?"

"Not so loud," Mom said, looking behind her towards the living room, "this has to remain just between us, I am still a bit nervous about it, but I am determined to try it just this once."

"Sorry," Sue said, in a little more than a whisper.

"Anyway, your dad is going over to do a few jobs at your gran's house on Sunday, so I thought I might just stay here... and maybe we could do it then, before I change my mind?"

My erection had quickly subsided, so I turned around to face her, "Hmmm, that sounds...like a plan then," I said. "I'll ummmm...get everything ready for Sunday, if you're sure you want to do it?"

Mom looked at each of us and I could see a faint pinkness beginning on her neck.

"I almost changed my mind earlier...but as long you promise no one else will know, I have plucked up courage and decided to do it."

"Ok," I said, watching Mom get more flustered as she thought about it.

"Right," she said firmly," Sunday it is," she said, as she turned purposefully and went out and up the stairs.

Sue and I turned to each other, exchanging looks. This was definitely a different side to our mom, that we hadn't seen before.

"Sounds like an interesting Sunday," Sue whispered, as she hung up her rubber gloves having now finished the clearing up and preparing to go up to her room.

"Hmm, maybe," I said, wondering how it was all going to work out.

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The following evening, we were again clearing up in the kitchen as is our almost daily chore.

Sue looked around, "I've had some thoughts and an idea," she whispered.

"What about?"

"What do you mean, 'What about?'" she said, rolling her eyes upwards, "about these photos Mom wants you to take, dimwit."

"Oh yes, okay."

She lowered her voice even more so that I had to move right up against her to hear, "Do you think that those photos she showed us, but especially the ones she didn't show us..." she grinned, "do you think it was Mom and Dad's first time?"

"First time at taking nude photos, you mean?"

"No," she said, in her exasperated voice, "their 'first time', you know, having sex?"

I thought about what she was saying.

"So, you think she wants these photos to remind her of...that?"

"Could be, couldn't it?"

"And you think Dad might have been her 'first' just after the last photo was taken?" I said, a bit too loudly.

"Keep your voice down," she hissed, "and yes I do, that's why it's important to her."

"Wow, that's sort of hot imagining it isn't it?"

"I can feel it has excited you," she smirked, brushing the front of my shorts and my now hard cock with the back of her hand.

I quickly responded by slipping my hand up under her short skirt at the front, which was facing the kitchen sink, and running my fingers up and down the vertical depression in her panties.

"Ben, you're going to get me all worked up," she whispered, but didn't try to stop me.

"You like it though, don't you?" I whispered in her ear.

I was just about to slip my finger under the material into what I knew would be her trimmed pubic hair when I heard the sound level from the TV in the living room increase in volume, and knew the door had been opened. I quickly withdrew my hand and moving slightly away from Sue, picked up a plate and made busy drying it.

"Thank you for doing all this each evening," Mom said, appearing by the door, "I do appreciate it although perhaps I don't say it often enough."

"Err... it's fine," Sue said, "after all you do all the cooking."

"Yes, well, just thought I'd say and..." she looked back at the living room and then spoke quietly, "and now that you have thought about it, it's still alright for Sunday?"

"Yes... of course, if you still want to do it," I said, the tea-towel I was using to dry the dishes hanging down to cover my slowly wilting erection.

"Good," she said, "yes, that's...good," that faint blush creeping back before she turned and left to go upstairs.

Sue waited a moment or two until we heard Mom reaching the top of the stairs, "I had this idea."

"Right, what are you thinking?"

"Well," she lowered voice again to a whisper, "what about if we could get a motorbike for Sunday and she could pose by it like she did in the original photos?"

"A motorbike, that's a bit far-fetched, isn't it? Where are we going to get one of those?"

"What about your friend Tony, he has an antique one doesn't he, you both seem to be always working on it?"

"Please! It's not an 'antique' it's a 'classic' bike and he hardly ever rides it, he just keeps it in top condition and cleans it obsessively, it's always immaculate."

"That's even better, it's ideal then," Sue said, a self-satisfied look on her face, "all you have to do is borrow it for the day, job done."

"What excuse could I give to borrow his prized bike, 'Hey Tony, can we borrow your bike for the day to do some glamour shots of our Mom?' I don't think so."

"Aww, come on, be inventive, tell him you want to practice your photography on it, you know, like reflections in the chrome and 'close ups'. It's not far from the truth, is it?" she smirked again.

"I don't know... it might be fun I suppose, but I don't hold out much hope, Anyway what will Mom think?"

"Don't worry about that, you just see if you can get the bike and I'll do the rest," she said, confidently, "anyway I'm done here now, let me know how you get on," she added, and went off to her room.

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The remainder of the week passed slowly. I took the opportunity to borrow some photographic lights. from the photographic club that I had joined in the evenings at the College, putting them carefully in my shed where Dad wouldn't see them, I hoped. I also managed to borrow a roll of background paper that I hoped we could fix up high and then roll down in a curve along the floor to avoid any shadows. I was trying to take this photographic session seriously.

I spoke to Tony and although reluctant at first, he seemed flattered that I wanted to take some photos of his beloved bike. He didn't understand why it would have to be at my house, but I persuaded him that I didn't want to be rushed and would be taking my time with lights and stuff. So, finally he agreed to let me have it for the day, on the proviso that it wasn't ridden, and he could have copies of some of the photos I would take. I realised I would have to do some different ones, especially for him, on the day.

During the rest of the week when we were doing our usual kitchen chores, I had already told Sue that I actually could get the bike, and she and I had speculated quietly between ourselves at length about what we were going to do, and how we were going to take the photographs. At times it had caused us to feel quite randy, particularly some of the lewd suggestions that Sue had made.

She said things like..."Maybe Mom will pose topless if I persuade her." or "Will you get hard if her nipples are hard?" or "Think about if she actually wants a totally nude photo like the ones she showed us." Or "You might get to see if she still has a natural bush." ... and many more. I don't think they were serious suggestions but mainly said to play me up and see my reaction.

Sometimes, I think that those first few occasions in my shed, when we began our journey, opened some sort of sexual floodgate in Sue, as she constantly takes risks with us being discovered, or doing weird things, pushing everything to the limit. The danger certainly turns her on.

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Finally, Sunday came around and Dad loaded up the car with a few tools that he wanted to take to Gran's house, fortunately none from the shed, so there were no questions about the photo equipment stored there. He tried to persuade Mom to go with him, but she made some excuse and at about 1030, he set off.

Both Sue and I had risen earlier then usual, and having left it about another 15 minutes in case Dad had forgotten anything, we then started to make arrangements in the large sitting room.

Pushing some of the furniture back, we made a big space in the middle and watched by an increasingly nervous Mom, set up the background paper and lights. I put my camera onto a borrowed tripod and connected everything up. Once everything was basically in place, I suggested to Sue that she take Mom upstairs to get ready for the first set of photos in whatever she wanted to wear.

Meanwhile, I quietly managed to fetch the bike and with some difficulty wheeled it into the space we had created. I hadn't realised how heavy it was for one person, and fortunately being so well looked after, it was sparklingly clean, otherwise I don't think we could have risked it in the house.

I then sorted out a tape of quiet piano music and set it playing hoping it might make the atmosphere a bit less clinical and perhaps a little more relaxed.

They seemed to be gone a long time, but maybe it was just my own nervousness making it seem longer than it was. I kept fiddling with the lights and measuring the light level at different places trying to get it all ready so that we could start immediately they returned.

With some of the fictional thoughts Sue had put in my mind, I had deliberately worn tight boxers under floppy shorts and a long T shirt, just as a precaution in case I did get an erection, then it might disguise it enough, I hoped.

I had just repositioned one of the lights when the door opened, and Sue came in followed by an unusually bashful looking Mom. Sue had apparently done Mom's hair and between them added subtle make-up that made her look at least 5 years younger if not more.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the bike lit up by the floodlights.

"What on earth?" she said, gaping at it in her living room. "Why? I mean... what is that doing here?"

"Well," Sue began, with what I hoped was a well rehearsed speech, "after you showed us those photos the other night, we thought we would surprise you, so that you could perhaps re-enact the scene like a sort of 'time-jump' sort of thing."

"I don't know what to say," Mom said, a faraway look in her eyes as she walked over to the bike and ran her hand along the leather saddle. "I'm not sure if I like it or not, it may be too much, I just thought I would have a few photos of me looking my best," she added.

"You look... ummm... different," I managed, hoping to steer the conversation away from the elephant in the room, and instantly felt my face begin to get hot.

Sue was grinning.

"Thank you... I think," Mom said, "now I'm wondering even more if this was a silly idea."

"No, of course not," Sue chimed in, "you do look more like my sister than my mom now, I'm sure once we start, you will enjoy it."

"Oh, stop with the flattery," Mom said, grinning self-consciously.

I don't know if Sue had played any part in selecting what Mom was wearing, but the fresh, white, slightly see-though, blouse with just a hint of cleavage and a white bra underneath, accompanied by a just above knee-length, dark, skirt, certainly suited her. I wasn't sure if her dark leg coverings were stockings or tights, and I wasn't about to ask. She did look good, but I wouldn't have said it was 'glamour' wear, but again I wasn't going to say anything about that either.

"Right," I said, attempting to take charge, "to start with, how about you just stand behind the bike, hold one end of the handlebars, and look at the camera?"

"Yes, ok, as you have gone to so much trouble, lets get started before I lose my nerve," she said, still not sure what to make of it.

Sue went and sat on the pushed back sofa to one side of the room and watched.

I took a few shots and got Mom to swivel sideways, looking over her shoulder, then a few more with various expressions. It wasn't very sexy, but I could see Mom was relaxing a bit more.

What about if you sit on the saddle now?" I asked her.

"Hmmm...I know it's been a lot of years since I have ridden one of these, but I still know I can only sit side-saddle with a skirt like this," she said, looking down, a faint smile on her face.

I took a couple like that, but I could see it wasn't working too well.

I think Sue was becoming bored with the vanilla aspect of the outfit Mom was wearing, and to be honest I also hoped she would have on something more...well... 'glamourous' too.

"Mom," Sue said, after about 15 minutes, "those photos you showed us, you know the ones..."

Mom hesitated a few moments, "Yes, I remember all too well, maybe that was a mistake, and you have the wrong idea, I can't do that here," she said, in a firm voice.

"No, I know," Sue said placatingly, "but maybe a slightly more revealing outfit if you want to capture how amazing you look now," she said.

I could see that blush begin on Mom's neck.

"I don't think I do look 'amazing' though," she said, looking bashful.

"What do you think Ben." Sue asked, putting me on the spot.

"Errr, well, yes you do actually," I said, stuttering and wondered what Sue was up to.

"Really?" Mom said.

We both nodded.

"Come on Mom," Sue said, "lets go to your bedroom and chose something else."

"Well ok, but not too revealing," Mom said, stroking the saddle again as she left, heading for the door.

Sue followed her and at the last minute turned and winked at me... whatever did that mean, I wondered, but knowing Sue, she had some sort of weird plan I guessed.

I took the opportunity to take some photos of the gleaming bike from different angles and close ups that I thought might be a bit 'arty' for Tony and fulfil my promise to him for lending us the bike. Then I wandered around, adjusted one of the lights checked my watch a few times and waited.

Eventually, I heard footsteps coming downstairs and Sue came in first as before, followed by Mom in a bathrobe and bare legs.

I looked quizzically at Sue who had a self-satisfied smile on her face but was giving nothing away.

It crossed my mind that Mom might be naked under that robe, and although my cock stirred at the thought, realistically I didn't think she would go that far.

"What...Ummm?" I mumbled, looking at each one in turn.

"Sue, against my better judgement, has persuaded me to try something more... errrm... 'risqué'," Mom said, moving towards the bike.

I flashed another look at Sue.

"Look if this is too much, I can put something else on," Mom said, beginning to undo her robe.

As it came off, I could see a lot of skin, but then I realised she was wearing a very small, bright yellow, bikini that showed a lot of cleavage and a hint of semi-erect nipples slightly tenting the fabric.

She put the robe to one side before looking at me.

"You probably need to close your mouth," she quipped, breaking the silence.

I realised I had been staring.

"Yes, sorry, but... I errmm... didn't expect you to be wearing... ummmm... that," I stuttered.

"It's too much isn't it? I mean, too little really," she replied, seemingly enjoying my discomfort.

"No, no," I said quickly, "it's perfect, you look just like a real model in it, emmm, I mean you are a real model in it, I mean..." I stuttered again.

"Yes, I get it, don't keep digging the hole," Mom said, smiling.

This bit of frivolity seemed to break the tension, and without asking she positioned herself on the saddle of the bike in a similar pose to the last set of shots. She began to turn this way and that, obviously now gaining confidence in posing and with me looking at her through the lens.