The Photo Shoot

This is Part 1 of a new story from me. It is a lot gentler, less aggressive than my previous story, but it is the lead into part 2 getting to know how it all started.

Will the shit hit the fan in part 2?

This is a fictional story, drawn from my own experiences. Before we get into the story though, please let me tell you a little about myself.

I am a tall girl, 5ft 10ins in bare feet, I have long legs, probably my best feature, I am slim but definitely not skinny, 32DD breasts, yes a good handful, or so my dad tells me, he should know. I have very long auburn hair often worn in a ponytail.

Beautiful? Well that's not for me to say.

Oh, all right then, if you insist! ...I think I am good looking; I love the way I look, not a raving beauty, but a girl who oozes sex appeal. In a nightclub "fly's round a honey pot" would be an appropriate phrase, but much to their disappointment, I wasn't then and still not interested.

There is Italian in the family on my mum's side, that gives me a pale olive skin, so all year round I have a light tan. Daytimes I usually wear tight fitting jeans with trainers or similar, coupling that with a clingy top showing off my body shape. If I'm going out at night it's always a short skirt or dress, if it's a club I'm going to, it will be a very short skirt or dress, with 4 or 5 inch heels making me so tall, I love it.

When working I wear whatever is appropriate for the job in hand that day, I always try to look sexy though, no matter what I'm doing and wearing, well why not? "I'm a woman, W.O.M.A.N I'll say it again." Oh all right so you don't know the song, not to worry.

OK, So, what's all this about a photo shoot?,

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Dad owns a photographic studio; he mostly does family portrait stuff, stuff that I find boring, come to that so does my dad, but it's what pays the bills.

Myself I love being in front of his camera and though I say it myself, I am a good model, I get dad to shoot me every chance I get.

It was always agreed that once I turned 18 he would do a lingerie shoot for me, but now that time had arrived, he seemed very reluctant to do it.

Partly my fault I suppose, up until this time I had always chosen the outfits that I would wear for a shoot. I always pushed my luck, picking the shortest of dresses and underneath would wear just a tiny thong, I would open my legs a little, making dad feel uncomfortable, he would tell me that it was too erotic and that I should behave. "Fuckin spoil sport! Love you really Dad."

I didn't know why at the time, but I always had an urge to let dad see my pussy, and to that effect, the thongs I would ware would get smaller and smaller. It didn't escape my notice, that he always took one or two shots, often zooming in for a close-up, before telling me off and there was always a bulge that shouldn't be there in his trousers.

Now I am 18 and want to move on to something sexier, something more exciting, I want to show off my body, after all what's the point having a body like mine if you can't show it off. I often stand in front of a full-length mirror (It has to be a tall one of course) and think to myself, "Fuck you look hot." I think that was partly the problem with dad, I was a bit too hot for him to cope with. I made him feel like no daughter should be able to make her dad feel.

Mum dad and I were having breakfast when I asked dad about doing the lingerie shoot, that I had been promised.

Dad was being very non-committal about it. My argument was that I wanted to be a model, but would have preferred dad to do my first lingerie shoot to start building an online portfolio. Mum understood that, but dad knew that I wanted to do nude erotic work as well and was afraid that I might ask him to progress to that kind of picture.

Anyway, breakfast finished mum and I left the table, mum to do the washing up, me to go to work. Fuck, did I have a boring job, one I had no interest in at all, I just wanted to be a model.

As I was leaving, mum whispered to me, "Leave it with me darling, I will persuade him."

It had been a fucking boring day as usual. "My god I need to get out of this job." I had that thought in my head all day, I finished at 5.50pm and headed home. Mum was waiting in the Kitchen for me wearing a grin on her face from ear to ear.

"Hi ya darling, you had better go and have a shower, get changed and get yourself into the studio, your dad is in there waiting for you, he will shoot you in lingerie tonight."

"Wow thank you mum, how did you manage that?"

"That doesn't matter at the moment, just go and get yourself ready, I'll come and help in a moment."

I skipped over to mum, put my arms around her and gave her a huge hug and a proper kiss, full on her lips, something I can't remember ever doing before, not that passionately anyway. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a kiss that would change things completely.

I asked mum to help me select an outfit, help me get dressed and do my make-up, she usually tried to help me when dad was shooting me, I didn't need it, but for some reason I liked it.

I stepped out of the shower into a warm towel that mum was holding out for me, she wrapped it round me and started rubbing me down, dwelling on my tits rather a lot and on my pussy. At that moment, I didn't think that much of it, but OMG, she dropped to her knees, pushed my legs apart and patted my pussy dry with the towel, then leaned forward and kissed me just above my pussy. "Fuckin hell, what was that all about?" For a moment I was frozen to the spot, I was still trying to gather my thoughts when mum pushed me away and stood up.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry darling that should never have happened."

"Well it did mum!"

"I know but it shouldn't have, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it mum, actually I quite liked it, I was surprised that you did it, but I liked it all the same."

"Well it won't happen again."

"Now you've disappointed me mum,"

"Don't be silly darling, let's get you dressed and into the studio."

Oh what a kiss in the kitchen can start. I went to my room and put on the lingerie that mum had picked out. She had picked a red zip cup bra, it had a zip up the middle of each cup, I would wear it with the zips pulled down far enough to show just a hint of nipple. I had a matching red thong to go with the bra; it was tiny and struggled to contain my pussy.

Actually I was surprised by what mum had picked out for me, was there maybe something more significant about that kiss she gave me in the bathroom?

I wanted to find out, OMG I was going to tease both of them unmercifully, but mum had picked it, so would have to accept the consequences.

In any case, god knows why, and I know it's so fuckin wrong, but I wanted to let dad see more than just my thong.

I was going to gamble, but it might backfire on me, dad might stop shooting and might not want to shoot me again. I knew though that he liked getting a view of my thong when I spread my legs a little, even though he did tell me to behave. My thoughts were running wild, "Oh daddy dear does your little girl make your cock hard?"

I sat on the stool in front of mum while she put on my make-up. I was quite capable of doing that myself, but I liked mum doing it. Somehow, it was nice just having her that close to me, touching me so gently, I always got a tingling sensation in the back of my neck as she applied the make-up.

Make-up done, I slipped on a thin white blouse that I left open. I noticed as we walked into the studio that dad had put a chair out in front of a fuzzy backdrop, not very imaginative, but I didn't want to upset him at this stage, so said nothing. I was going to take enough of a gamble as it was.

I watched as a smile spread across dad's face as I walked in. "A good sign," I thought. I sat in the chair and waited while dad took one or two shots just to check exposure, then started posing, just a little saucy at first, keeping my legs in a position whereby nothing was visible between them. For about half an hour I posed in the chair, performing what I would call safe poses that I could use on-line in a portfolio. I posed in, behind and in front of the chair. Posing any way I could think of, all the time trying to keep it my legs together, or at least trying to keep the pictures safe, but that wouldn't last.

My thoughts were working overtime again. "Oh for fuck sake, I can't be doing all this good girl stuff." I stood up, turned my back to my dad and took off my blouse. Ooops! I pulled the zip down on one of my bra cups.

Mum noticed what I had done, she saw me pull on my nipple to make sure it was visible between the zip. I thought she was going to say something, but she just smiled and said nothing.

Pretending not to have notice what I had done, I turned back to face the camera, I sat back down in the chair, started posing again and watched dads face to see his reaction. He tried to hide a smile, but didn't say anything about the nipple that he could obviously see. I got a little more daring with my posing, teasing my nipple a little, making it really stick out between the zip.

I slowly pulled the other zip down and did the same with that nipple, sexily licking my fingers in between rubbing them.

A girl shouldn't be able to give her own dad a hard on, but that is what I was doing, I just couldn't help but noticing the bulge in his trousers and I could see he was feeling uncomfortable.

I looked at mum, she had noticed too, she smiled at me, it was like she was saying, "Go on tease him." I didn't need telling that of course, I was feeling quite naughty, naughtier than a daughter should be, with her dad.

While sitting in the chair I lifted one leg and placed it over the arm, dad could now see between my legs and see that my thong was getting wet.

I put my hand between my legs, spread my fingers and rubbed my pussy though my thong with one finger. The bulge in dad's trousers was getting bigger and a wet patch had appeared just below the belt line, where his cock was trying to escape the confines of his trousers.

Dad went out of the room to get another card for the camera, I knew of course that the card he already had would hold a lot more pictures than he had taken, he had gone out to try and make himself more comfortable. He was only out of the room for a few seconds, but while gone mum whispered to me, "Take it easy darling, he's struggling." I told her that I knew what I was doing to him. At that point dad came back in, mum gave me a knowing smile and stepped back out of the way.

Dad started taking pictures again, I let him take a few more and then got out of the chair and onto my knees, I put my elbows onto the seat and my chin into my hands, I stuck my arse up in the air and spread my knees. I turned my head and looked back at the camera lens, pouting sexily, or was that erotically.

I could feel that my thong was straining in this position and had pulled itself into not much more than a piece of string, a piece of string that had all but disappeared between my pussy lips.

By now, my pussy was very wet; it would have been glistening in the lights. Here we go again, my thoughts running wild, "Fuckin hell he must be able to see how wet I'm getting."

Dad hadn't said anything, so I reached back and placed a finger between my now dripping pussy lips and slowly slid it along the line of my thong, I was wetter than I had thought, that thought sent a shiver through me as I looked back into the lens. I knew by the way that dad rotated it, that he was zooming in. "Dirty bastard, he's taking close-ups," but I was loving it.

I looked straight into the lens and sexily licked my wet finger.

That did it! Dad couldn't take any more. He put the camera down and left the room, we all know of course what he was doing while gone, he really did have to relieve the pressure I had created. "Oooh that was me did that to him," again, my thoughts were running riot.

"Sorry daddy dear, did your little girl create the need for you to get out of the room and have a wank?"

Yes, of course she did and enjoyed doing it.

Mum came over to me and whispered.

"My god you're a filthy slut, I assume that you know why he's left the room."

"Mum! I've never heard you use words like that before."

"Well if you are going to behave like a slut, then you had better get used to it."

"Oh dear, don't you love your slutty daughter anymore."

"Of course I do darling, I actually quite like you being a slut."

"Well I can be a slut for my mummy as well as my daddy you know."

"Mmmmm, I might like that."

"Anyway mum, yes of course I know why he's gone out, but I bet it's not just dad, I bet this slut has made your pussy drip as well."

"Y y yes I have darling, I found it very erotic, but we should stop now, let's give your dad a break or he might refuse to shoot you again."

Dad came back in after a few minutes and picked up the camera, I told him that was enough for a first shoot; perhaps we could do another one in a few days. A look of relief spread across dad's face.

"Yes of course darling, we can do it at the weekend, we will have a lot more time then to do it."

"Thank you daddy, sorry your little girl made your cock hard."

To my surprise dad didn't reply or react to what I had just said, he just gave me a smile that said "you're a naughty girl," or words to that effect. Ooh, I had got away with it, he had enjoyed it and was going to, even wanted, to do another shoot. Could I maybe get him to shoot me nude, after all he has seen everything now, just how far might I be able to push it?

Mum told me I should go and have another shower; she said that she would bring me in a dry towel.

I had been under the shower for a good few minutes enjoying the feel of the water as it ran over my body while thoughts of my mum drying my pussy and kissing me where she shouldn't have and thoughts of what I had been able to do to dad, all running round in my head.

The bathroom door opened breaking my thoughts; mum came in naked apart from a towel that was wrapped around her. She had brought in another towel, which she put on the rail and then sat herself down on the edge of the bath.

"Your clean towel is there on the rail darling."

"Thanks mum, are you going to shower as well?"

"Yes dear, when you have finished."

"Why don't you join me mum, come and join this little slut, it's big enough for two in here?"

"N n no no darling I'll wait until you have finished."

"Oh come on mum, I won't bite, well not unless you want me to of course."

I asked her a couple more times before she eventually, stood up, dropped her towel over the edge of the bath and stepped into the shower cubicle with me.

I smiled inside; I had got mum naked in the shower with me, "she is mine now."

Mum leaned back against the wall, I unhooked the showerhead, holding it in my hand I directed the spray all over her body. I told her to turn round and did the same again, then re-hooked the head.

Mum shivered as I poured shower gel over her shoulders and let it run down her spine, here we go again, my thoughts running riot. "Was that the cold gel or was that me making her shiver like that?"

I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly dragged the gel down her back, tracing a line down her spine with my thumbs and letting my long nails gently scratch her.

As I drew my hands downwards, she shivered again and started trembling, it wasn't the gel this time, it was me, but she didn't say a word. I continued down her body, over her bum cheeks giving them a little soapy squeeze along the way. I gently parted her bum cheeks and ran a finger down between them; she shook as though receiving an electric shock as my finger stroked her rose bud.

My own pussy started twitching as I thought about what I was doing to my own mum, I couldn't believe what I was doing here, this was my mum and I was enjoying myself in a way that a daughter most definitely shouldn't be.

I carried on down, being careful to just avoid her pussy as I slid my fingers between her thighs. If she was enjoying this as much as I was, then I was going to tease her, I was going to get her aroused, but slowly.

Right or wrong, what I was doing was turning me on, I felt a stirring in my own pussy. I was the one now, experiencing a little shiver. How far could I go before mum made me stop, or could I go on and get her to a point where she wouldn't be able to stop me? My own body was screaming at me to find out.

Mum was starting to shake a little; her moaning was getting louder and louder.

After completing the journey down to her feet, showerhead in hand I washed the gel and suds off before turning mum round, allowing her time to calm down a little. I didn't want her peaking too early, I was enjoying myself way too much for that.

There are two handles in the cubicle, put there by a previous owner of the house who was disabled. I made use of those handles now that mum was facing me, OMG the way she looked at me as I turned her round and our eyes met, I suddenly felt weak, goosebumps appeared on my tingling skin, I was the one now who couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. What was happening here? I had an electric sensation running through the whole of my body and my pussy was having palpitations, no boy had ever made me feel like this.

I spread mum's arms and placed her hands on the handles, she gripped them like her life depended on it, she started shaking again as I pushed her feet apart, she must know what was coming.

For a few moments I gazed at mum's body in pure admiration, she had given birth to three children, but has kept a lovely body and still has firm breasts. My god I hope my body is as good as hers when I'm her age, I know she has worked at it, getting back into shape after each pregnancy.

Anyway, I digress. As I said, mum was hanging on to the handles like her life depended on it, her head was back against the wall and her eyes were closed, waiting, waiting for what was to come.

I wasn't going to rush things, I was going to tease her. Again, I poured a line of shower gel across her shoulders. Placing my hands, I slowly dragged the gel down over her lovely breasts, such a lovely feeling as I squeezed them, massaged them, enjoyed myself with them, all slippery with the gel, her nipples were already hard, but now between my fingers they were getting really hard, I thought maybe painfully hard.

I continued massaging her body, tracing my hands down either side of her waist, squeezing her, massaging her as I did so, bringing my hands together on her tummy, stopping just above her pussy, this was where mum had kissed me earlier.

I kissed her tummy as a little reminder; I had stopped tantalizingly close to her pussy, teasing her.

She had been moaning softly, although getting noisier while all this was going on, but now the moans seemed to be getting more desperate, she was shaking, she was wanting me to touch her where no daughter should be touching her mother.

I kissed her tummy again before moving my hands down and round to her inner thighs, again almost touching her pussy, but not quite, mum screamed, "Yes please, pleeease." I ignored her pleas and moved on down her legs to her feet, and back up again. Mum was now shaking so much she seemed to be losing control of herself.

"Please darling, please don't tease me any more, I can't take it, please, pleeease!"

I placed a finger between her pussy lips and rubbed her gently, she was so ready for this, so wet and not just from the shower. I had sunk down onto my ankles, my face was level with her pussy, I could smell her sex, I wanted to taste her.

Pushing her legs apart further and with mum still hanging on to the handles, I slid myself forward on my knees. I looked up, held on to her legs and eased myself up so that I could get my tongue between her lips and taste her for the first time. I felt intoxicated by her smell and taste, I spent some time penetrating her as far as I could with my tongue, before attacking her clit, licking it, flicking it with my tongue.