I looked over Mom’s pictures several times and felt my penis hardening. As a girl in her 20s, Mom was very beautiful, and through the pictures, I could see the love and admiration Dad felt about her stunning appearance and how excellent job he did with her. The recent photos showed a more mature and confident woman who was secure in her sensuality. At 5’7″, 130 pounds, without evidence of extra fat or cellulite, breasts that have enlarged in the 20 years yet stayed firmly high on her chest, still small waist, and minimal increase in her hips’ size -… I was in love. No longer love her as my mother, but in love with her overall beauty and eroticism. I left most of the pictures in the box upstairs but took Mom’s recent photos and hid them in my room.
Dad left us, but his legacy had to continue. I was determined to follow in his footsteps. Yes, my plan was to focus, just like him, on shooting females, praising their expression, beauty, and sensuality through my camera.
I had only one problem: I didn’t have a model I could use. I had 2 girlfriends before and had intercourse with one of them. But I separated from the last one 2 months earlier.
My brain told me to talk to Mom. She loved me and was the closest one to me. In addition, her pictures that dad took floated before my eyes… I struggled thinking about the best way to approach her. As a homemaker, she had ample free time. Except for going 3 times to the nearest health club, twice a week to yoga, and the occasional meeting with her girlfriends for coffee, she was available.
I was 19 and attended the state college nearby. So, evenings, weekends, and holidays, I could prioritize my time. While I played and watched TV with classmates, I continued thinking about the best way to convince Mom to pose for me. Since seeing her nude photos, she appeared often in my wet dreams and as the subject of my fantasies when I masturbated. I tried to be careful and hide my feelings as well as the incriminating stains in my briefs, but I wasn’t sure I was successful. Mom never commented about my laundry, so I assumed she didn’t pay attention or accepted the stains as a normal part of a teen growing up.
After a month of debating how to approach her, I decided the best way was the direct approach. One evening, when she watched a stupid sitcom, I asked her if we could talk.
“Of course, honey. What’s on your mind?”
“Dad was a gifted photographer. He taught me a lot, and because of him, I use my camera as my favorite hobby. A year ago, I showed him my photos, which covered a variety of subjects, from scenery to sports and people. He examined my pictures and thought my best ones were those that showed people, especially female students, including my last girlfriend. He suggested that, like him, I should concentrate on photographing women. I think it’s a good idea, especially now that he is no longer here. I’d like to accept his advice and continue his legacy. If he watches us from above, I want him to be proud of my abilities to continue his love.”
“Ian, that is a great idea. Dad was really a very good photographer. Seeing you loving the same thing and knowing you got his blessing would make me very happy.”
“I’d like to start soon, and rather than shoot random women strolling outdoors, I need a model I could photo indoors so I can adjust the lighting, background, angle of shooting, etc.”
“Why don’t you offer one of your classmates to be your muse? In your last year’s final ceremony, I saw several girls ogle you. I am sure they’ll be happy to spend time with you, including taking their pictures.”
I chuckled, “I know who you are talking about. Sarah, Jenny, and Barb. They’ll agree to anything I want, but if I ask to take their photos, they’ll expect me to date them. Two of them look OK, but I do not feel anything toward them.”
She stared into my eyes, “So, how would you like to start?”
“I know Dad took many pictures of you. He told me that the reason he began dating you was because you were the most interesting model, in addition to being attracted to you.”
She grinned, “Honey, that was 20 years ago. I do not look the same anymore.”
“We’ll have to disagree on this one. First, nobody says the model has to be a teenager, and second, you look fantastic, and not just for your age.”
“Oh, thanks. I try to exercise and eat right, but after so many years, I forgot how to pose in front of the camera.”
“Didn’t Dad take your pictures more recently?”
She hesitated, “Yes, he did. But I do not have the photos, and I doubt you’ll find them useful.”
I thought fast whether to tell her I found them or try my luck without it. Again, I chose to tell her the truth, “Mom, I found your pictures in the attic with all of Dad’s private stuff.”
Her eyes showed fear, “Are you saying you found the photos of me when I was young and adventurous?”
“Those too, but also the ones Dad shot of you as a beautiful mature woman.”
“Honey, you weren’t supposed to see those.”
“I didn’t know the envelope contained your photos. When I inspected them, 2 things crossed my mind. 1. Dad was a very excellent photographer. 2. You looked amazing. I gasped, watching how terrific your face and figure were displayed in these pictures. I’d like to follow in his footsteps.”
“Ian, the pictures you are talking about were taken by my husband. You are my son.”
“Dad is gone. You are here and more beautiful than ever. Please, I wish to continue his life’s work, admiring your beauty. Tell you what, why don’t I take initial pictures of you fully clothed, and you decide if it’s worth continuing?”
She grinned, “OK, but if I do not like them or do not see that we should continue, you’ll destroy the photos and search for another model.”
“That’s fair. Let’s go to your closet, and together, we’ll select the best attires for the session. And Mom, I do not know how you worked with Dad, but I prefer for this session to be the one who has the final say about everything, so later, if you do not like the photos, I know it was MY fault. Deal?”
“Very good. Let’s look at what I have in my closet.”