I chose 3 sets of clothes: a short sleeved floral blouse with a summer skirt, a long beige evening gown, and a tight black short dress that highlighted her assets. Mom checked my selection and had a little smile.
The summer set I shot in 2 locations. First outside, in our yard, and another time on the balcony. When I finished, she asked to see the photos. I refused, saying I’d show her the finished products after ALL the pictures were shot.
Next, I brought her to the living room, where I set a soft white lamp with an umbrella and a large mirror, directing the lights where I wanted them. I posted the La Rosa Victorian burgundy sofa before the heavy curtain and asked her to change into the beige evening gown. When Mom was ready, I instructed her to sit slightly sideways on the sofa and put one leg over the other. I told her to look to the front and pretend she was admiring the Mona Lisa painting. After several shots and minor changes in her position and lighting, it was time for the 3rd and final set.
Mom wore a black dress and looked breathtaking. I brought her a pair of shiny black 3″ heel shoes. With this set, she was as stunning as I have ever seen a woman! I dimmed the light somewhat, making it more romantic. I asked her to lean on the door frame and think about what she would like to do with Brad Pitt if he was ready to fulfill all her desires. Then, I sat her on a high chair, leaning somewhat forward and crossing her arms on her tummy. This photo accentuated her voluptuous upper body while demonstrating her great legs, too. Lastly, I asked Mom to lay on her abdomen on her bed, raise her upper body while leaning on one elbow, and give me a seductive look with her eyes partly closed.
After finishing, I had 35 photos. I said, “Let me go to work with the pictures on my computer. I’ll be back in 30 minutes and show you the final products.”
She laughed, “I hope you know what you are doing.”
I returned 25 minutes later with 15 photos on my computer screen. She moved expressionless one after another at a snail’s pace. When she was done, I saw tears in her eyes, “Ian, you are definitely your father’s son. You inherited his gift. OK, I’ll be your model until you find somebody better.”
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Subsequently, Mom allowed me to go freely through her closets and drawers to choose what to wear for her next sessions. I selected 3 items: a light green bikini, a short light pinkish nightgown, and a lingerie set of low-cut panties and a bra.
For the bikini photos, I joined her at the pool in the health club, and shot her swimming and then drying her hair. Next, I went with her to the nearest lake. It was very hot, and each of us spread suntan lotion on the other. She did my back, and her soft hands felt great. Then I did her back. She lay down on her tummy and undid her bra. I rubbed her back thoroughly with the viscous liquid, moving from her shoulders to the small of her back and from the center to her sides. I did not spare her side boobs and heard her moan softly. The overt touching of her breasts caused her to gasp, and my cock started hardening. I took my time and neither of us seemed to be anxious finishing the job. Eventually, when I was done, I clasped her bra, and she stood up. Mom stared at my groin and noticed the tent in my Speedo. She grinned but said nothing.
We swam together and later enjoyed a picnic. And yes, I took great photos of her in the bikini swimming, eating a peeled banana, drinking from a bottle of water, and… sneaking a peak at the bulge in my pants. When we drove back, Mom sighed, “Honey, you remind me so much of your father when we started dating.”
I asked, “Why is that?”
“In the family photos, you probably noticed the similarity in appearance between you 2. However, there is much more. Like you, he was thrilled to capture me with his camera at every step and took every opportunity to massage me, inevitably having an erection. I wonder – Is my skin unusually attractive?”
I blushed, “All of you oozes attractiveness. To a photographer, you are the ultimate prize: You look great, move great, and… feel great.”
She giggled, “Ian, if you weren’t my son, I’d think you are trying to make a pass at me.”
I smiled, “If you weren’t my mother, I’d be inclined to do just that.”
She watched my eyes for a long moment, then sighed. The rest of the drive we were silent. At that moment, I felt closer than ever to her and… falling in love. I wondered what SHE was thinking and feeling.
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For the following session, we used the underwear set. I took her pictures sitting in the bedroom in front of her mirror and drying her hair, walking to the bathroom with a towel on her shoulder, and checking an evening dress before wearing it.
The last set of photos were those in the pinkish lingerie. I took all of these pictures in her bedroom. The first picture showed her asleep on her side, facing the camera, with the thin blanket covering her backside and the nighty riding high on her body, showing her legs, barely covering her crotch. In the second, she was on her tummy reading a book, as the upper part of her lingerie separates from her chest, exposing big creamy boobs with only the nipples hidden. In the last photo, she sat in bed with her arms way up; her head tilted back, eyes shut, and a mysterious smile decorated her face.
After shooting the current series, I told Mom it would take me up to 2 hours to work on all the pictures. She seemed more curious and interested this time, but I refused to budge, “Mom, you’ll see them when they are done.”
She whispered, “You have no idea what posing for these photos did to me.”
I mumbled, “It cannot be much worse than what it did to me…”
She stared at the bulge in my groin and murmured, “Honey, we are heading into a dangerous path. If you wish to continue, we better be ready for the consequences.”
“… Mom, I am ready. Are you?…”
“I don’t know. My brain tells me it’s a huge mistake, but my body refuses to listen.”
“I’ll develop the pictures and show you. Then we can continue discussing the big elephant in the room.”