This is very loosely connected to optocynic's series
Persuading Shy Mom to Pose
where a young man gets a new camera and inexplicably gets his mom to pose for and have sex with him. There's no inference in the original that there's anything special or magical about the camera, but I've chosen to use that as a plot device.
As with all my stuff, this will feature large breasted women having sex with big dicked men with plenty of anal and ass to mouth. Consider this your warning about the content so don't bother complaining about yet another story on Literotica featuring huge tits and dicks -- if that isn't your thing, then stop reading now and leave the others to enjoy themselves.
As always, everyone is 18 or over.
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Just like it had with our mom, mine and Lois's relationship returned to normal over the following days. Just like with mom, despite Lois and I having had sex -- and some hot, nasty sex at that -- within a day or so it was like it had never happened.
Okay, not "never" -- there was a definite air between us -- Lois would occasionally give me long, sideways glances and lick her lips when mom wasn't looking, just like mom would when Lois wasn't around. Despite that, if I tried to initiate something with either of them, I was politely but firmly knocked back.
To say I was confused was an understatement. I soon came to the realisation that without the camera pointed at them, I was unlikely to ever get it on with them again.
The Saturday after Lois and I had hooked up, I walked down the stairs, camera slung around my neck on its strap, and found mom and Lois about to leave the house.
"There's my girls," I said, raising my camera and taking a couple of shots of them as they turned to look at me.
"And there's my Mr Photographer," mom said, putting a hand on her hip and striking a pose, her big tits thrusting out.
"And mine," Lois said, doing the same, putting her hand behind her head and pouting at me.
The pair of them looked at each other and -- I suddenly realised -- came to the conclusion that they had both posed for me -- which meant they probably both realised I'd had sex with both of them.
"That's right," I said quickly, still taking snaps of them. "My two favourite models. Where are you going?" I asked, trying to distract them from thinking about it too much.
"We were just going into the city," mom said, looking from me to Lois and back. I could see she was a little shocked -- whether that was because she'd realised Lois and I had had sex or because she now realised Lois now realised she'd had sex with me, I couldn't tell. "Just to do some shopping."
"Yeah," Lois said in the same distracted way. "Just to get some new outfits or something."
"Sounds good," I said, still taking shots of them as they stood near the door. "Why don't you -- ummmm -- get something nice? Maybe some -- errrrr -- some lingerie? You could model it for me when you get back."
"Ummmm okay," mom said. She turned to Lois. "Does that sound okay with you, sweetie?"
"Sure, mom," Lois said. "I -- I really enjoyed modelling for Bobby before."
"Mmmmm, me too," mom said, the pair of them staring at each other.
"Okay then," I said, taking a last couple of snaps. "Get yourselves some lingerie and I'll -- errrrr -- photograph you when you get back."
"Okay," mom said, taking Lois by the hand and leading her out. I watched them walk down the drive and get into mom's car and drive off.
I looked at the camera, the Optocynic 5000, and wondered again what the hell was it doing? Was I mind controlling them through the camera? Was that even possible? Surely that was the stuff of science fiction? Maybe the camera was just releasing their inner desires, stripping their inhibitions away, letting them do things they'd always wanted to?
I didn't have a fucking clue. I did, though, have the hottest mom and sister in the world who were willing to get down and dirty with me if I pointed a camera at them.
An hour or so later, mom and Lois returned, each carrying a bag with the logo of Jay's Sweet Things on it, a high end lingerie store in the city. Whether the camera had any role in it or not, they'd obviously decided to take me up on my suggestion.
"Did you have a good shopping trip?" I asked.
"Oh yes," mom said. "We did as you suggested and picked up some nice new things."
"Do you -- still want us to pose for you?" Lois asked, almost sounding worried, as if I might have changed my mind.
"Hell yeah!" I said.
"Oh good," mom said. "Let's go get changed, Lois."
"Wait," I said, an idea striking me. "Let me take some shots of you getting changed. Rather than you just being in your new outfits, let me have you changing into them."
"So a storyline?" mom asked. "Like when I posed for you -- bringing home groceries, taking a drink, that sort of thing?" she said, referring to the series of photos I'd taken of her.
"Exactly," I said.
"But we're just in normal clothes," Lois said.
"And you're still the hottest women I know," I said honestly.
Lois wore skin tight jeans that looked like they'd been sprayed on, accentuating her trim legs and her gorgeous round ass, with a long-sleeved, off the shoulder crop top that left her taut belly exposed. She was obviously wearing a black bra, the straps appearing from beneath the low neckline of her top, the swells of her huge tits just becoming visible. Mom had a pair of skin tight leggings on that clung to her bigger -- but no less firm -- ass and which rode lower than I'd realised earlier, the thin waistband of a G-string peeking out the top on one side. A short sleeve top with a six or seven buttons did nothing to hide the massive mounds within, the buttons at the front straining a little -- if she took a deep breath, I expect one or two of those would pop off. Her long dark red hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, her dark rimmed glasses slipping down her nose every now and then.
I lifted the camera which was still around my neck and took some shots of them.
"Okay, Mr Photographer," mom said, "should we get changed here?"
