We sat around the lounge of the villa in a post-pizza food coma watching a movie on TV, thankfully even with all the channels being in Spanish we found a movie in English with Spanish subtitles. Dad seemed to think that a couple of years of Spanish-lessons at school had made me fluent so I was glad not to have to act as translator during the film.
Dad and I were in t-shirt and shorts whilst Mum went with a long, loose skirt and a white vest top and no bra. Despite having seen her topless playing with her cum-covered breasts earlier in the day I still stole glances over at her chest as her nipples pressed against the fabric of her top.
"Drink, anyone?" I offered, getting up and heading to the kitchen to grab myself a beer from the fridge.
"Can you open us another bottle of red, Steve?" Came the reply from Dad, they'd had a bottle with dinner and hadn't even finished their glasses yet. They were drinking quite a lot more than usual but I suppose that it's okay to indulge on holiday, and it was clearly helping to loosen up Mum which I had no complaints about.
Placing the bottle down on the coffee table and returning to my seat I made myself comfortable lying across the couch.
Dad leaned forward over the table to refill their glasses, as he picked them up he looked right at me and gave me a little wink before handing Mum her glass.
"Sharon..." He said, pausing, clearly picking his words carefully.
"This film is a bit boring, would you like to try on those outfits you got today? Me and Steve could tell you which are our favourites."
"Maybe the dress, the other is a pretty raunchy." She replied.
"I'm sure Steve wouldn't mind Sharon, it'll be fun and I'd like to see what I paid for. Steve?"
I eagerly jumped into the conversation, keen to encourage Mum's growing confidence.
"That sounds like a great idea Dad, I'm sure I've seen a lot more by the pool anyway, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about Mum."
They looked at each other and Dad signaled with a nod for head to head upstairs, she hopped up from the sofa and scurried upstairs, I wasn't sure if she was nervous or excited.
Dad and I sat awkwardly whilst we waited, I didn't really know where to look. I didn't know what to expect but I was sure that it was hardly going to be a conservative outfit or Mum wouldn't have had such reservations about Dad's little fashion show.
Dad leaned forward for the sofa whispered in a hushed tone, "I know you were definitely having fun with your Mum this afternoon, mate. Sure, she's your Mum but I can hardly blame you, and I've gotta be honest Steve, it was a hell of a sight too."
It cut the mounting tension and we both share a little chuckle. It was a huge relief that Dad not only didn't mind me basically dry humping Mum on the sun lounger that afternoon, but that he actually seemed to enjoy it.
"It was pretty great Dad, as long as she's happy I'll keep her well oiled all holiday."
Our conversation was interrupted by the telltale sound of high heels making their way down the stairs.
In spite of seeing her in just a g-string earlier in the day, she was still a sight to behold in a short, shiny, silver bandage dress in the style that I was more used to seeing on girls during nights out at university than on my mid-forties mother. Clearly feeling confident in her outfit she strutted across the floor towards our seats, the tight dress accentuating her considerable curves as she rhythmically swung her hips from side-to-side with each step. A plunging V-shaped neckline showed off her cleavage wonderfully, and bandage dresses are always very flattering when it comes to flattening out the bits of her body that Mum didn't want to be round.
"Ugh." I involuntarily grunted like a caveman as she came to a stop between us, the hem of her dress at the same height as my eyeline.
"I take it that means you approve, young man?" She queried, one hand on her hip and the other resting on her bare thigh.
"Uhhhh, yeah Mum, did you look in the mirror before you came down here? You look great!"
She did a little excited wiggle and beamed a smile at me.
"Well, come on, let's see it from the back, Sharon."
Mum followed Dad's request and turned around. The partially open back made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra under the dress, the hemline finished just a about an inch below her ass, she playfully bent slightly at the waist, as if it wouldn't have been obvious where we were looking already.
We both ogled her and looked her up and down as she twirled for us and tottered around in her high heels. Where she'd wear this back home I had no idea, but she looked so sexy stood between me and Dad that I didn't really care what happened to the dress after tonight.
Dad suggested that since we were having a fashion show we should probably have the paparazzi too and told me to get my camera. Glancing over at Mum she gave a nonchalant shrug of approval for Dad's idea.
Mum was going to be my model, again, except for the first time on this holiday she would actually be aware of it rather than just the subject of my long-lens voyeurism. I ran to my bedroom and switched the memory card in of the camera, I didn't need to risk them seeing that I had captured their shenanigans out by the pool earlier in the day. I took camera bag downstairs with all my lenses and gear to find Mum and Dad sat on the sofa, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, he whispered in her ear and she giggled as I dropped the bag down.
Mum leaned forward took a big swig from her wine glass and placed it down on the coffee table, apparently still needing a bit more dutch courage, or perhaps just enjoying the buzz of being tipsy. Not that Dad let her glass stay empty for long, refilling it almost as soon as it touched the table.
"Right then, where do you want me?" Asked Mum, as she sat back in the sofa and crossed her legs, her dress riding up in the process revealing the full length of her legs.
"Let's start with you on the sofa Mum, that's a great pose already, your legs look amazing. Dad, can you try and move around some of these lights so that it's a bit brighter over here?"
I'd never really had a model photoshoot before apart from a few minutes messing around with friends at uni, but I had read enough tutorials online to pick up a few tricks. Mum was taking to it quite naturally, working through cheesy poses that she must have seen in movies as I snapped away, trying to stop my hands from sweating and shaking as a long-time fantasy played out in front of me.
Dad had arranged the table lamps from around the room to all point towards the sofa, the extra light really helped the photos and made it feel more like a "real" photoshoot rather than just taking some silly pictures. He settled down in my chair across from the sofa and started to direct Mum. I was glad that he took the initiative, because as bold as I'd been with her recently, I wasn't comfortable with telling her to pose in a sexy way.
"Lean forward and arch your back, Sharon."
Her chest jutted out and her breasts strained the tight material of the dress, I took a couple of shots as she looked down the lens.
"Now uncross your legs... Great, knees a little wider, bit more, perfect."
The parting of her legs revealed a lacy pair of red underwear. She was seemingly oblivious to her exposure as I carried on shooting, first from above her to capture her ample cleavage, and then dropping to my knees for a better angle between her legs. The angle of my camera was surely a dead giveaway that I was focusing on her crotch, but she continued to smile and so I continued to shoot. My already hard dick was pressing against my shorts but I hoped Mum wouldn't notice as she focused on the camera
"Okay Sharon, hands palms down on the seat between your legs and lean right forward."
Mum moved into position, the pose squashing her breasts together between her arms, giving her even more impressive cleavage than before. Moving in for a portrait I found her with a new expression, no longer smiling, now she was smouldering, her gloss-covered lips parted slightly. She held the pose for a minute whilst I worked my way around her covering all the angles for the most flattering shot.
Presumably wanting to loosen her inhibitions further, Dad passed me her glass of wine and I handed it over to Mum who promptly took a large gulp.
"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be." Said Mum, who had flopped back onto the sofa with her wine, her legs still parted luridly, the exposed red lace of her underwear acting like a target for my gaze.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it Mum, you're doing a great job."
"You sure are Sharon, I'm sure Steve's getting some great shots of you."
Mum placed her now mostly empty wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up before pulling the hem of her dress down with a shimmy.
I took some full-length shots to capture how the high-heels accentuated her legs. She posed well and was really starting to loosen up and pose more naturally.
"Okay Sharon, face away from us, and then turn your head back and look at Steve, but do it quick so that your hair swings around."
Mum followed the instructions of the "art director" and it really was a cool image. We did it a couple more times before Dad came up with his next suggestion.
