In that last series, I shot exactly 50 photos. I erased 30 for various reasons and was left with 20 I liked. At dinner, I asked Mom if she was available to check her pictures.
“Ian, I’d love to see them, but I am scared.”
I knew exactly what she was talking about – she was afraid of HER reaction…
I smirked, “The pictures won’t bite you, and in any case, they are not poisonous.”
“Honey, shut up and let me see them.”
Mom inspected the photos one by one slowly, and I noticed a crooked smile creeping onto her face. When she was done, she looked at me and inquired, “I’d like to ask you a question, but I want you to promise you won’t lie to me.”
“I promise.”
“Honey, you are a very good photographer and on your way to being great. However, when you look at me, and I see that in your pictures, your eyes ogle me the same way your father did when we started dating. Am I correct to assume you see me as more than just a mother and a model?”
“May I plead the fifth?…”
“No, you may not.”
“… yes… I do.”
“I guessed it. How do you want us to deal with it?”
I stuttered, “I doon’t know. Any mootherly advice?”
She grinned, “Honey, you stopped thinking of me as ‘mother,’ so now you want ‘Mom’ to solve your dilemma?”
“Are you saying I am no longer allowed to use you as my model?”
“I didn’t say that. However, if we continue on the same path, we are likely to end up where Dad and I found ourselves. Is this what you really wish or are you merely focused on intimate pictures?”
“Mom, is this a provocative question, or you want the whole truth?”
“Nothing but the truth.”
“I always loved you as the best mother a guy can have. When I saw the pictures Dad took of you, I was hypnotized. I admired his artistic skills, but all of a sudden, I realized you were a beautiful woman. It was no longer about my mother but about a pretty lady with a figure every young girl would kill to have. In my opinion, your body is more attractive now than when you were younger. Yes, Mom. You are right. I am obsessed with you and find you extremely sexy. Since the time I saw those photos, I fantasized about us every night. So what do we do now?”
“Honey, it doesn’t bother you to think and feel this way about your own mother?”
“When it first occurred to me, I felt like a pervert. But within a day, it changed. I was awestruck by your beauty and eroticism in the pictures, which I never noticed in real life before. In the beginning, I used these thoughts to make you as gorgeous as I could in my pictures, but later my feelings grew. Knowing Dad was no longer around, from only dreaming about you, I became hopeful…”
“Do you expect me to submit to my own son?!…”
“I would never push you to do it, but if you would, I think I can make you, AND US, happier.”
Mom stared at my eyes for a few seconds and then entered her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
…
The following days were tough. Whenever I was home, she served me meals, and when I finished, I kissed her forehead to thank her, but we hardly talked. I felt lost. No more pictures, and I wasn’t sure if she’d decide to send me away. I was too embarrassed and afraid to start talking to her.
On the 5th day, at dinnertime, Mom said, “Ian, I see you stopped using your camera.”
I blurted, “I didn’t find an interesting subject to shoot.”
She smiled, “Are you hinting you miss your model?”
“I do…”
“Where and how do you want me?”
“In order to continue, I need to know where is the red line.”
“What if I said there is no red line?”
“… can I take your photos in the nude?!…”
“If you think it will help your artistic ability and the pictures will be worth it, the answer is yes.”
“… Mom…”
“I know, honey. I struggled with the same question you did. My morals are down the drain, but I made peace with the direction we are going. It’s not easy to be without Dad, and you are the closest to him I could find. You look like him, behave like him, shoot pictures like him, and crave my body like him. I think it’s time for my brain to give up and accept the reality. I saw your reaction when you watched my tits. What YOU couldn’t see was that I was soaked, watching your ogling eyes and… erection. Honey, would you rather take my pictures now or do something else?…”
“Mom, would you undress for me, please?”
“Since your reason has nothing to do with photography, I’ll do it only if you do the same.”
I undressed first and stood naked before her. She explored my body, loving it, “Ian, dear, your body is almost a copy of your father, including your muscles, the hairy chest, and even your penis.”
“Right now, my dick is not even at half mast. You’ll be able to compare it better once you remove your clothes because it will get much bigger.”
She chortled, “What is it about men that they are so obsessed with their cock size? The way we, women, think, it’s a problem when it’s too big or too small, but everything in between is fine, as long as the man knows how to use it.”
“We men are shallow. We translate a big dick to a higher level of testosterone, thus more virile. Anyway, I showed you mine. May I see yours?”
She smirked, “I don’t think I need to strip. You saw my body in Dad’s pictures. Wasn’t it enough to satisfy your curiosity?”
“Lady, I want to see you in real life. I want to touch you and… conquer you.”
Her eyes were concentrated on mine the whole time she disrobed. I already saw her body in underwear while taking pictures and waited to see the rest.
When she removed her bra, I was mesmerized. Her breasts were huge, showing some sag, with large areolas and dark nipples. I felt my blood shooting toward my pole, and I was maximally erect before the bra hit the floor. Mom peeked at my rod and smiled, “Good boy. I guess I do not have to ask whether you are still interested in my body…”
Then she took off her panties, revealing her neatly trimmed triangular bush hair. I could see only a little of her labia. She noticed my eyes frozen on her cunt and whispered, “Honey, let’s go to bed. Over there, you can see everything up close as well as touch it if you are still intrigued by my body.”