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Story title : Photographer
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The Photographer (mF, incest)
by Thor (thor4u@my-deja.com)
I originally used the byline Kyle Barger, but I've
changed that.
Thor
The summer after my high school graduation, Mom and I
moved from Iowa to Santa Barbara, California so Mom
could take a great new job. We arrived just in time for
me to enroll in junior college.
I was lost that first semester, but I was in good
company. A lot of us had expected junior college to
just be the "13th Grade," sort of a continuation of high
school, but it wasn't. I did fine, though, and got good
grades. I also made a few new friends, mostly guys. I
dated a few times, there were a lot of cute girls at
the school, but nothing interesting happened.
My second semester, I took a heavy class load. Since I
had to take some kind of an arts or music course, my
academic counselor suggested a photography class. She
said she didn't know the instructor, who was new to the
faculty, but the course looked pretty easy. With my
rigorous schedule, plus the fact I was trying out for
the basketball team as a walk-on, we agreed I could use
one easy class. So I signed up for ART 1930,
Photographic Composition.
Basketball only lasted two weeks. I was cut from the
team in the final cut, but the coach liked me and told
me that I could continue to practice with the team if I
had time. So I did. During games, I helped the trainers
and coaches, and even went on road trips with the team
a couple of times. I didn't have a title, they just
called me "Barger (That's my name, Kyle Barger)." But
it was fun.
Most of my classes were easier than I had feared. ART
1930, though, was an entirely different matter. It was
easy (no tests - none) and enjoyable, but it took an
incredible amount of time!
I liked Dr. Levy immediately. He looked like an escapee
from a 1960's hippie commune. He was in his mid-
sixties, tall and thin, and wore his snow-white hair in
a ponytail that reached to the middle of his back. He
wore open long-sleeved shirts, jeans, and sandals. He
bragged about never having owned a suit. We later
learned that he had retired after a distinguished
career as a full professor of art at Berkeley, but was
returning to teaching this year because he missed the
interaction with young people. He said he found himself
turning old, but the students kept him young. He was a
brilliant man, but one of the most unpretentious people
I have ever met.
At the first class session, without even saying
"hello," Dr. Levy said he wanted to see how observant
his would-be photographers were. He strode quickly to
the classroom door, pointed to a girl in the front row,
and said, "You. Young lady. Describe this to me."
Knowing this was an art class, and seeing his hippie
artist affect, the girl launched into a 30-second
description of the door. She didn't name it, but she
gave the dimensions, the color, a thorough description
of the woodwork on the frame and trim, and so forth. It
was quite a detailed description, right down to the
location of the nails, and the colors of the door
handles.
"No!" Said Dr. Levy. "Okay, that wasn't fair, let's try
something easier. Be honest with me now, and above all,
be honest with yourselves. How many of you registered
for this basic photography class because it was an easy
3-hour class? Be honest, raise you hands if you did
that."
A lot of us raised our hands, just a few of us at
first, but eventually more than half of the class. Dr.
Levy laughed.
"Well, you made a mistake. This class is going to be
very difficult for many of you. It will be very time-
consuming for all of you-you can plan on spending at
least 10 hours per week outside of class on
photographic assignments. There is nothing mystical
about learning photography, you just have to do it. You
have to take pictures, thousands of pictures. I'm going
to work your asses off!"
"Now let's go back to the first question (pointing to
the door), what is this? It's a door. Those of you who
signed up for this class because you thought it was a
walkover are in the wrong classroom-you should use this
door. Now!"
No one left. Dr Levy immediately charged into his first
lecture, a basic discussion of the objects of
photography. It was fascinating. There was nothing
technical about it, in fact he said the technical stuff
wasn't important. The important thing, Dr. Levy said,
was to capture what you set out to capture-whether you
were a scientific photographer, working in advertising,
and artist trying to capture the essence of a delicate
flower, or a war photographer.
At the end of the class, Dr. Levy gave us our first
assignment, due the following Monday. We were to take
ten rolls of film (240 pictures!), in black and white,
of one group of people at work. The object was not
artistic expression; it was simply to capture the
reality of what they did for a living. He also told us
that failure to submit any assignment on time,
regardless of the reason, meant an automatic failure of
the entire course.
Only 13 of the original 37 students returned a couple
of days later for the second class. Dr. Levy was happy.
Now we had a workable group of hardcore photographers.
The following Monday, I turned in my 240 pictures. With
Dr. Levy's permission, and coach's, I had carried my
camera to basketball practice every day, and had
photographed everything. The pictures were
unremarkable, except for a couple of good action shots
during one game. Dr. Levy accepted all 13 portfolios
without comment. He said he would look through them and
we would discuss them later in the week. Then he would
give us another assignment. He launched into his
planned lecture.
When we came to class on Wednesday, though, 13 large
poster-boards surrounded the room, one for each
student. On the posters were a collage of our photos, a
dozen or so, carefully selected by Dr. Levy from the
240 shots we had each turned in. We were amazed at how
good we were!
To my surprise, Dr. Levy picked my photos as one of two
sets for detailed discussion by the whole class. None
of the action shots I liked were included in my
collage. What he liked about my pictures was that they
had captured a lot of the human interaction of the
coaches and players. One shot showed the players,
huddling in rapt attention on the sidelines with an
assistant coach, frantically plotting a desperate
defensive strategy that saved a victory in the final
seconds of a game. Two other shots were in the locker
room. One showed extreme fatigue after a close loss.
Another showed several players roaring with laughter as
they engaged in a towel fight.
The other collage was the work of Dianne Chu, a tiny
Chinese-American student from LA. Dianne's brother is a
Santa Barbara cop, and Dianne rode with him every night
for a week, taking more than her required 10 rolls of
film. Although the composition of her shots was pretty
good, there really wasn't much going on in any of them.
But that was what Dr. Levy liked about them. He
surprised us by saying that he had worked his way
through Berkeley as a San Francisco police officer.
This aging hippie had been a cop for six years! And
from that background Dr. Levy understood, as none of us
could, that Dianne's pictures captured the essence of
mundane, routine, police work. There was only one
picture that was dramatic-a shot of a female officer
directing traffic at a horrible traffic accident scene.
(We all knew that story, because a student from the
junior college had been killed in that wreck.) But what
Levy liked about that shot was not the pathos of a
young mans death, it was that Dianne had captured an
essential truth of police work: even when the world
goes to hell around them, cops still have to do their
jobs. No matter what they may feel later, somebody has
to suck it up and direct traffic. In that light, it was
quite a photograph.
Dr. Levy closed the class with two important lessons:
1) you have to take a ton of pictures to get one
special picture, and 2) what you see in the printed
photograph-and especially what others with different
perspectives see-is often very different from what you
see through the viewfinder. Then, Dr. Levy gave us our
next assignment, and gave us two and a half weeks to do
it, because he knew this assignment would require much
more planning. The assignment was to photograph a
person (or persons) of the opposite sex nude. Again,
240 pictures, in black and white.
There were several other criteria. First of all, the
photos had to be of the same person or small group-in
other words, you couldn't just spend the weekend at a
nudist colony and photograph 240 different people.
Second, no genitalia and no tits-Levy was not looking
for sex, he was looking for humanity stripped of its
protective cover. So the shots had to be either from an
oblique angle, or the subjects had to be partially
covered with something. But they still had to be nude
underneath.
Third, no pairing off. Taking pictures of each other
would take twice as much time, and also Levy didn't
want any criticism that this was just a ruse to see his
students naked.
For those who could afford it, Dr. Levy suggested
hiring professional models from a local modeling
school, but only as a last resort. He closed the class
by emphasizing that this was a serious exercise, not a
game.
I guess I was very quiet that night at dinner, because
Mom asked me if everything was OK. I told her it was,
but she persisted in asking what was bothering me. The
answer was simple. I had no idea who I could
photograph. Because our money was a little tight, I
couldn't afford to spend several hundred dollars on a
professional model. I really liked Dr. Levy and the
class, but I was thinking about dropping the class. I
told Mom about the assignment and my dilemma.
Mom thought about it quietly for a couple of seconds,
and then changed the subject. We talked about other
topics for a few minutes, but I could tell that Mom's
mind was somewhere else. Finally, she returned to the
subject she had been thinking about the whole time.
"Kyle...what about me?" She asked.
"What about you what?" I answered. Duh.
"What about photographing me, Kyle?" She replied.
"Nude???" I questioned.
"Yes, silly...nude."
"Gosh Mom, I don't know. Wouldn't you feel a little
weird?"
"Not with you taking the pictures, no I wouldn't.
Would you?"
"Well, frankly, yeah. I think I would...a little."
"Why? I'm not that bad looking. As a matter of fact, I
have a pretty damn good body for an old broad, even if
I have to say so myself."
"No ...it's not that. You're very pretty, and yes, you
have a very nice body...for a woman of any age. It's
just that, like, you know...you're my Mom."
"Who better to photograph, Kyle? Besides...I've always
wanted to see how I would look in a nude photograph by
a skilled professional photographer."
"I'm not very skilled, Mom. And also, I've really never
thought of you sexually. I don't know if I'd be okay
with seeing you that way."
"Kyle...I'm not asking you to make love to me. I'm just
asking you to take pictures of me. And I'm not just
volunteering to help you out in your class. I'm mostly
asking you for my own reasons. I'd like to be examined,
and captured, and appreciated. I'd really like that."
And so it was agreed.
Mom wanted to start right away, but we had to do a lot
of planning first. Plus...I was nervous! Photographing
my Mom nude, what the hell was I thinking about? I
didn't even know if I had the balls to photograph a
girl I hardly knew nude! Shoot Mom? You must be
shitting me!
But, we looked at the calendar and made a few plans.
For one thing, I knew that natural sunlight would be
much better than artificial lighting, so we wanted to
do a lot of the shooting on the weekends, during the
daytime. We had two weekends before the deadline, but
we planned to use the first one for shooting and the
second for a backup, in case we ran behind or had a
problem. Also, we had to get some props. To my
surprise, Mom volunteered to take care of that. She
could get some things from the professional
photographers in the art department at her advertising
agency.
We agreed to shoot the first roll of film the following
night. We weren't expecting much from this shoot, and I
probably would not turn the pictures in. The main idea
was just to get comfortable.
The next evening, Mom was all bubbly and giggling at
dinner. She was very nervous, but she was also excited.
She served wine with dinner, which she never did except
for special occasions.
After dinner, we went right to work. Mom had not
brought home any props yet, so we just decided to use
the family room. I set up the camera and some lights I
had borrowed from school while Mom went to "change."
When she returned, I gasped. I knew she was going to be
naked for the shooting, maybe with a towel over her
tits and crotch, but I really expected to see her in a
white terrycloth robe she always wore around the house
on the weekends. Not this time! She wore only a very
light, nearly transparent, baby-blue nylon nightgown!
It took my breath away! For some reason, it also scared
me.
The thing that scared me is that, for the first time
really, I was looking at my mother sexually. And she is
a lot to look at! Mom is not real tall, only about 5'
3", but she has a spectacular body. She has a slender
shape, her shoulders and hips are not too broad, but
she has a pronounced tiny waistline, and very ample
breasts. They are not huge (34), but they are very full
(D cup). Her tits are perfectly formed, nice and firm,
and they have small areolas and perky little nipples.
They're gorgeous! Mom also has very pretty legs.
Because of her thin body, her legs look longer than
they really are. She looks long-legged, but as I said,
she's really not very tall. Mom looked outrageously
beautiful.
She saw me gawking and standing there with a
dumbfounded look on my face...and she loved it!
"Oh my, Kyle. I guess you like what you see!"
I think I stammered something like "...I sure do," or
something equally dorky.
"Well, you have no idea how good that makes me feel,
Kyle. To have my handsome young son look at me like
that, to appreciate the way I look...that just really
makes me feel very special. Thank you, honey."
And then she floated across the room and kissed me
lightly on the cheek. As she did so, one of her breasts
softly brushed against my arm. She quickly apologized,
but I said it was OK. OK? Goddamn right it was OK! It
was wonderful!
Then Mom took off her flimsy nightgown, revealing her
full beauty. But she didn't just whip it off and throw
it on the floor. She pulled it off slowly, watching my
reaction intently. Then she turned her side to me, and
with her graceful back arched just perfectly, made a
great show of carefully folding the nightgown. When she
bent down to place the nightgown on a chair, she kept
her back arched, and bent only from the waist, poking
her magnificent, fine ass up in the air. It was an
extraordinary, and brazenly sexual, performance. I was
dumbstruck!
"Well...what do you think? Will I do?"
"Oh God yeah, Mom! You'll do just fine! You look
incredible!" She smiled. I could tell my reaction
really did make her happy. She had done what she did
very deliberately, and she loved my response.
I took pictures slowly. We both worked together on
poses. Since we really didn't have any props, Mom just
posed on the couch and in front of the fireplace, using
the flimsy nightgown to cover her strategic parts in
the frontal shots. But we took most of the shots from
the rear, or from an angle, with her facing away from
me, concealing her luscious tits and carefully
manicured bush. For those who might have seen the
photographs, the shots would have left a lot to the
imagination, but that was just what we were looking
for. To me, however, my spectacular mother was fully
displayed...and she wasn't the least bit bashful. In
fact, she was really enjoying it!
In keeping with the spirit of this being a "get used to
it" session, I had a little problem. I wasn't used to
seeing Mom nude. In fact, I had never seen any woman
nude like this! I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never had a
beautiful woman strutting and parading around in front
of me before. I guess it had to happen, but I got a
hardon. Thank God I was wearing a pretty tight pair of
bikini briefs, because they held me back somewhat! But
I have a pretty big cock, and Mom saw it bulging in my
loose khaki chinos. But she didn't say anything.
She just kept posing, and I kept shooting very slowly.
I was trying to prolong the 24 pictures as long as I
could. As we approached the end of the roll, I noticed
a change in Mom. She had been smiling a lot, not only
as part of the poses, but something just seemed to make
her happy. But as we went along, her look got more
serious. She was watching me intently, but would look
away whenever I looked up at her from behind the
camera. It was like she didn't realize I was also
looking right at her when I was using the viewfinder.
And then, I noticed that her tits had really perked up.
Well not her tits, actually, I mean her nipples. They
were hard!
As I took the last shot and re-wound the film, I just
couldn't resist!
"Cold, Mom? We'd better get you covered up before you
freeze!" I was joking about her nipples.
She knew exactly what I was saying. She looked down at
them and said, "Oh these...? No ...I'm not cold. I'm
just excited. I guess seeing you like that got me
excited."
"Like what Mom?" I said, having gotten used to my
hardon.
"Like that, Kyle. Hard. Seeing you hard made me
excited. I'm very flattered that you like what you see.
I'm not cold, I'm aroused."
"Uh, uh...OK, Mom ...well, uh...I guess we better get
you covered up then." I mumbled.
"Why? I like being like this. And I know you like
looking at me. Is this so bad?" And with that, she
reached up with both hands and very softly touched her
hard nipples. She jumped! And she instantly exclaimed,
"Ooo! Oooooooooo! Yow! Boy, it's been a while since
anybody's touched me like that!"
I thought I was gonna shit in my pants. I mumbled some
excuse and dashed off to the bathroom. I didn't really
have to pee, but I was glad I could when I got there.
It gave me a cover story, and it also helped my raging
hardon recede. When I returned to the family room, Mom
was gone.
She returned in a few minutes fully dressed. Well,
not really fully.
She was wearing an old pair of jeans and a white art
festival tee-shirt. But she obviously didn't have a bra
on. That was a big departure from regular dress. My Mom
always wore a bra. I think she only took her bra off to
sleep. But she sure wasn't wearing one now and her full
tits jiggled deliciously whenever she moved. Even minor
shifts in body position were occasions for celebration,
as we talked on the couch. My hardon cheerfully
returned, and although it was more difficult to see
clearly because we were sitting down, Mom noticed it.
Finally, Mom spoke to the subject that had never left
my mind.
"Kyle...do I make you nervous? Do I make you
uncomfortable?"
"Yeah, Mom...you really do. I'm sorry, I'm just not
used to seeing you like I have tonight. It's going to
take some getting used to."
"I know Kyle. I'm not used to seeing you the way I've
seen you tonight either. It will take me a little while
to get used to it too. But you know what, Kyle? I like
it, and you like it, and Lord knows we could both stand
to loosen up a little! We are two of the most uptight
people I know. We are always so serious, never having
any fun. We both need to relax a little."
"I know that's true, Mom. But I'm just not used to
seeing you like this. Not just naked, but right now!
You always wear a bra, but you're not wearing one now,
and it's driving me crazy!"
"Oh, let's not get too carried away, Kyle. I don't
think I'm driving you crazy. I'm happy that you like
what you see. You have no idea how good that makes me
feel. But I don't think you're out of control, are
you?"
"Not quite, Mom. But I'll tell you the truth...you are
really, really hot! If you weren't my mother, I would
jump your bones is a heartbeat."
"And you are very, very yummy, Kyle! You'd never have a
chance to jump my bones, though, because if you weren't
my son, I would have crawled all over your gorgeous
body long before now!"
I laughed, partly because it was so funny, but mostly
because I was really nervous. I said thanks, but she
must be joking. Mom said she wasn't joking at all. She
said she had been watching appreciatively as I had
grown into a tall, strong and handsome young man. She
said that I had a nice body, a "...great butt," and
that she was very proud of the way I looked.
"And ...my studly young son, that looks like a pretty
nice package you're keeping so well hidden in those
chinos. You are going to make some woman very happy
someday with that little item!"
Then, she giggled playfully and said it was time for
bed. We hugged goodnight and I gave her a quick kiss on
the cheek, just like we always did. Well...not
precisely like we always did. Mom intentionally rubbed
her unfettered breasts into my chest as we hugged.
And then, just in case I missed it, she said, "Ooops,
sorry!"
I couldn't let that pass, so I threw it right back at
her, "That's okay, Mom...any time!"
We both smiled, but we left the challenge unanswered
and went to our rooms. It took me two frantic handjobs
to get to sleep.
The next day was Friday. Mom was down in LA all day at
a marketing convention, and she was going on a dinner
cruise that night with some colleagues, so she would
not be back home until 2-3 AM. But we had photo shoots
scheduled both Saturday and Sunday, and both of us were
really looking forward to them.
At photography class on Friday, I talked with Dianne
Chu, the tiny little Chinese-American girl. We had
become friends and technical advisers, so we discussed
our first photo shoots. We both had film to develop,
and no plans for that Friday night, so we agreed to
meet at the school's darkroom at 7 PM. As we left the
class, Dianne asked me to walk with her for a while.
She had something to tell me.
"Kyle, I like you and I don't want to give you the
wrong impression. We're going to be developing nude
pictures together tonight, and no matter how
professional we try to be, its going to be an
'inspiring' time, if you know what I mean."
I knew exactly what she meant! I couldn't wait to
develop the pictures of my beautiful and very sexy
mother. I was certainly going to be "inspired!"
"But there is something you need to know about me,
Kyle. I'm a lesbian.
I'm gay. I would appreciate it if you would keep that
information secret. My close friends know, but I don't
really want it blabbed all over campus. I prefer to
keep my private life private. And if you don't want to
do this together tonight, I understand."
I was surprised. Not shocked, but surprised. But, hell,
I was okay with it. Actually, in a way, it relieved an
issue that might have surfaced, and really cleared the
way for us to collaborate technically without
distractions. I told Dianne that, and it made her
happy.
At 7 PM we met at the darkroom and started working. The
darkroom is huge and there were probably a dozen other
people using it. But most of them were developing color
film. We had the black and white area to ourselves. I
had just the one roll to develop, but Dianne had two.
We developed them quickly, and then started the tedious
process of hand-printing.
Since Dianne had two rolls, she printed a roll first,
with me helping her. We frequently adjusted the
variables in the printing process to try to bring out
particular characteristics in each photograph. We
worked quickly and well together.
Dianne's nude model was Dan Chu, her brother the cop.
I'm an enthusiastic heterosexual, but even I have to
admit that Dan is a really good-looking guy. He's 25
years old, 6'1", about 215 pounds, and doesn't have an
ounce of fat on his body. With coal black hair, and
eyes to match, he looks like a Chinese version of some
Greek god! I complimented Dianne on her choice of
models, and asked her how she felt seeing her brother
nude.
"Well, I was okay with it, and so was he. His
girlfriend, though, was a pain in the ass. She insisted
on being there, and wanted to watch in the nude. That
made Dan horny, which made it difficult to pose him
correctly, so we finally had to tell her to cover it
up!" Dianne laughed, remembering the humorous
situation. So did I.
As good-looking as Dan was, there was something about
the pictures that just didn't work. They were too
stiff, almost wooden. We didn't figure it out until we
printed my pictures of Mom, and then printed Dianne's
second roll.
When I printed my pictures, Dianne just couldn't shut
up about how gorgeous Mom was. And she pressured me to
find out who she was. Finally, she reminded me that she
had shared a secret with me, and begged me to share
this with her. I told her the model was my Mom. All
Dianne said was, "Wow!"
The pictures of Mom were actually quite good. She was
so beautiful, and her smile was so radiant, that it
would have been hard to mess them up. Her happiness was
apparent. But my pictures had the same stiffness that
Dianne's did. But when we printed Dianne's second roll,
we discovered the reason!
The second roll was really two separate photo sessions,
twelve pictures each. The first shoot was Dan again,
but this time in a humorous parody of a policeman. He
wore his badge adhered to his left breast with double-
sided tape, his gun-belt and holster, his hat, and
other accessories. The poses were all humorous, and the
stiffness was gone. Dianne said they had just been
kidding around, waiting for Sherry (Dan's girlfriend)
and she shot some quick shots using her power-winder,
instead of carefully posing each picture.
The last twelve pictures, though, were stunning! Sherry
joined Dan in these pictures, their price for Dan
posing. Sherry was a bleached-blond bombshell with
enormous plastic tits. She is an exotic dancer and she
and Dan met when he responded to a call at her club.
There is nothing subtle about Sherry. She's just sexy
as hell; it's her living, after all. I wouldn't take a
slutty bitch like that bowling, but I had to admit she
was really hot!
There were two stunning qualities to these pictures.
One was the lighting. Dianne had used very subdued
lighting, giving the photographs a soft, dreamlike
effect. And the other was that Dr. Levy's restrictions
didn't apply here. There was a lot of tits, cocks, and
other parts. There were pictures of Dan and Sherry
kissing tenderly, him caressing her huge breasts both
from front and behind, and even one of her stroking his
cock. There was no actual sex, but Dianne remarked she
had used the power-winder again because she was eager
to get it over with, and Dan and Sherry were eager to
get it on.
We realized that the stiffness in many of our shots was
caused by over-posing the models. Our nude shots lacked
the candor of unguarded moments that our "men at work"
series had exhibited. The use of humor and the power-
winder helped reduce the stiffness.
Dianne and I agreed to exchange some of the better
photos so we could review them in more detail, with the
promise that we wouldn't show them to anyone but our
models, and that we would return them. Neither of us
wanted these pictures floating around. I took eight of
Dianne's pictures. Six of them were from the second
roll, including four of Dan and Sherry. She took six of
mine.
The next morning, Mom was up early. Our plan was to do
two shoots Saturday and two Sunday, to take advantage
of both the morning and afternoon light. It would take
almost the whole weekend. Mom made us a big breakfast,
and told me about her convention as we ate. But I could
tell that wasn't really what she wanted to talk about.
She was dying to see her pictures!
I brought out the manila folio containing the pictures.
In the folio were two folders: a thick one containing
Mom's twenty-four pictures and a thin one containing
Dianne's eight shots.
Mom spent almost an hour looking at her pictures. We
discussed each shot carefully, each offering ideas of
how we could do better. Mom was very happy with the
results. When she finished looking at the pictures, she
gave me a big hug. Since we were going to have a photo
shoot, Mom was only wearing her bathrobe with nothing
underneath. She pressed her magnificent breasts into my
chest, and then giggled a teasing, "Ooops. Sorry."
Again, I told her any time.
Then, as she put her pictures back in the folio, she
asked what was in the other folder. I told her some of
Dianne's pictures. I let her look at them without
commenting. She compliment Dan in the first four shots,
two serious and two of the humorous ones.
But when she came to the first picture of the couple (a
simple shot of Dan hugging Sherry from behind), she
said, "Ooooooooooo! Look at this!" She looked at the
picture for a long time, but said nothing further.
Then she looked at the second picture, a profile shot
of Dan and Sherry some distance apart, leaning forward
for a tender kiss. Sherry's enormous tits just brushed
against Dan's chest, and Dan's bulging erection jutted
out toward Sherry's eager pussy. Mom looked at that one
a long time too.
The last two shots were of Dan caressing Sherry's huge
breasts. The first one was a playful grope from the
front, with both laughing and grinning. Mom laughed at
that one, enjoying the humor and fun in the shot. The
last picture was the best: a tender profile shot of Dan
hugging Sherry from the rear and gently stroking her
nipples as he kissed the nape of her neck. Sherry's
nipples were rock-hard! Dan's penis was not visible,
but it had to be aching! I know mine was!
Mom just let out a low, "Oooooooooo...." and stared at
the picture. She didn't say another word for several
minutes. She just examined the picture with microscopic
intensity. Her mind was a million miles away, and I
wondered what she was thinking. Finally, she just said,
"Oh my goodness...what a beautiful moment!"
Then Mom looked up from the pictures and laughed. "My
God, look at me! My nipples are as hard as hers!" She
parted the robe and caressed her nipples lightly,
causing them to get even harder and also causing her to
gasp. Then she told me she was soaking wet and had to
go to her room. She said it would be a little while
before she was ready to start our morning shoot.
Mom went to her room and I went to mine. My bedroom is
right next to Mom's, so I could hear the soft buzz of
her vibrator as I started stroking my throbbing cock. I
felt like I was eavesdropping, but that just made the
moment more erotic! And I knew Mom also knew exactly
what I was doing, too! Neither of us was loud, but
neither of us tried to conceal what we were doing
either. I blew off a big wad of cum, whispering
"Mom...Mom...Mom" as I came. I didn't say it loud
enough for hear it, but she had to know what I was
thinking about. Shortly afterward, as I lay quietly in
my bed trying to catch my breath, I heard Mom call my
name in a groan of ecstasy as she reached orgasm.
We had masturbated together, both knowing and neither
caring. We might as well have been watching each other.
When Mom joined me in the family room a half-hour
later, she was again wearing only the sheer nightgown
she had worn at our first shoot. She strode up to me,
drew her body to mine, and shamelessly kissed me
tenderly on the lips. As we parted, she said, "We'd
better watch it, Kyle...I was thinking about you just
then."
I pulled her back to me and planted another sweet kiss
on her lips. "I was thinking about you, too, Mom. And
it was very sexy!"
"Yeah, hot-stuff! Me too! We'd better be careful!"
We spent about an hour doing the morning shoot. Mom was
much more relaxed about posing, and I was surprised to
find that I was more professional, almost clinical, in
directing and photographing the shoot. I used the
power-winder a lot and took two rolls of film. I knew
the pictures were good.
After lunch, Mom had some errands to do, but she
returned at 3 PM and we started the afternoon shoot. At
Mom's suggestion, we added music to the mix, with great
results. Mom swayed and danced beautifully as I
continued to shoot. Three rolls later, as the afternoon
shadows lengthened, we were both tired. We stopped and
I started to pack up my stuff.
"Kyle ...?" Mom asked. I looked at her. She was in a
pensive mood.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Kyle...Dan and Sherry got paid for posing. Not money,
but I mean they got a reward. Don't you think I should
get one?"
"Sure, Mom! I'll take you to Pepe's for dinner!" Pepe's
was Mom's favorite Mexican restaurant.
"No, Kyle...that's not what I have in mind" She
replied. "Kyle...can you take some pictures of us like
Dianne took of her brother and his girlfriend? Nothing
real sexy, but just nice, loving pictures?"
"Well, actually I could Mom. I'd have to use a tripod
and the auto-exposure thing. The pictures would be
kinda hit or miss - we'd have to frame the general area
where we were going to pose and then hope for the best.
It's nothing like having a photographer looking through
the viewfinder. The pictures wouldn't be anywhere near
as good as Dianne's. But yes, it is possible."
"Well maybe not...but would you do that for me?"
"Mom...I thought we were going to be careful. I mean,
we both get aroused just taking regular pictures. What
do you think will happen if we are together, in the
nude, touching each other?"
"We'll be okay, Kyle. And if we start getting aroused,
we can just stop. It's not irreversible, you know.
Please Kyle...? I love the pictures you took of me and
it would mean so much to me to have pictures together."
I agreed, wondering what the hell I was doing. I had
some second thoughts as I started positioning the
tripod, but when I saw the glowing smile on my mother's
face, I decided to go through with it. We could always
stop.
I had one roll of 36 exposures in my camera bag, and
for some reason, I used that one instead of a roll of
24. It was a lucky decision. I had Mom stand in
position for the first shot, which we decided would
just be a profile shot of the two of us facing each
other, a couple of feet apart, holding hands. I framed
the shot, leaving room in the frame for me to stand,
and set the time and exposure to make the best use of
the fading afternoon light. Then, I stripped, set the
timer, and ran over to Mom.
"Oh!" She gasped.
"What, Mom?" I asked.
"You! My God, Kyle...look at you! You're so big! Oh!"
Rather than holding my hands, Mom was pointing at my
big cock as the shutter clicked. We both broke into
laughter realizing that our first picture together was
of an appreciative mother pointing at her son's raging
eight-inch hardon!
Mom couldn't get off the subject of my size. She
marveled at my big cock, which only made matters worse.
I got harder, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. I
said we should stop, but Mom refused. She said she
hadn't really seen my penis since I was about 9 or 10,
and she just needed a moment to get used to it. She
also said she had never seen such a magnificent penis
in her life. She told me I was beautiful.
Finally, against my better judgment, we tried the
handholding shot again. We got through it, but the
tender effect of mother and son holding hands is ruined
by the sight of my raging hardon reaching desperately
for Mom's vagina.
I knew how the shot must look, so we tried the same
thing, but with a different camera placement. I put the
tripod on top of the kitchen table, standing on a
stepladder to frame the shot in the viewfinder. Mom
stood facing the camera, and the shot would be looking
down at her over my right shoulder. We would be
standing farther apart than the first try, and if I got
lucky the picture would show both of us clearly, but my
still-stiff cock would be screened from view by my
torso. We took the picture twice, because Mom was
staring down at my swollen hardon when the shutter
opened the first time.
Next, we tried a tender frontal kiss, like the one Dan
and Sherry had taken. It turned out to be a great shot.
Mom has really beautiful breasts, as I've said
earlier...perfect, in fact. But they are not the
enormous phony tits of Sherry. Therefore, when her
breasts touch my bare chest, we are a lot closer than
Sherry and Dan were. And my cock is a good bit bigger
than Dan's. So when Mom's hard nipples just caressed my
chest, my pulsating hardon rubbed against her tummy.
Mom just closed her eyes for the kiss, the shutter went
off, and then she said, "Ummmmm."
By now, a strange thing was happening. We were both
very aroused. But we were also more comfortable, and
more in control. So we continued the shoot, taking a
variety of pictures. We were enjoying it now. We felt
close. And, somehow it felt good to be arousing each
other.
The last series of pictures (more that 30 shots)
started as a series of me hugging Mom from behind. I
used the power-winder so we could let the series flow.
The series starts with me barely touching Mom from
behind, my hands on her hips. I'm a foot or so behind
her, with my eager cock pointing straight at her ass.
Not exactly the tenderness I was trying to capture!
To hide my cock, I moved closer to her and turned her
slightly toward the camera, with my arms around her
waist. My big cock rested along the crack of her ass,
rising slightly above the gentle slope of her perfect
cheeks. I knew it was still visible.
I held Mom closer, trying to adjust my cock so it
wouldn't show. In the process, I moved away from her
and then back to her. This time my raging hardon poked
her in the ass.
"Kyle! Don't you poke my butt with that big monster!"
Mom teased. "If you slip, you'll kill me!"
We laughed and I told her what I was trying to do-hide
the damn thing! She reached back, took my thrilled cock
in her hand gently, and guided it between her legs.
Happy dick! Happy dick!
That position did keep my cock out of the picture. It
had other benefits, too. My cock wasn't the only happy
sexual organ that day! I wasn't actually touching her
vagina, but I was close enough to feel the heat from
it! As the next couple of shots went off, I gently
hugged my spectacular Mom, caressing her cheeks with my
lips, touching her hair. She purred. Click. Click.
Then, I reached up and softly stroked her magnificent
breasts. She jumped, but she made no effort to stop me.
Instead, she just sighed. Click.
Then, as I gently stroked her nipples, I kissed the
nape of her neck. Gently at first, but then harder as I
increased the intensity of my attention to her
spectacular globes. Mom gasped. Click. Click.
Then, Mom let out a soft moan as she spread her legs
slightly. She reached down and guided the throbbing
head of my aching cock to the opening of her vagina.
"Oh!" she gasped. Click.
Then she turned her face to mine, her smiling mouth
open in invitation. Our mouths came together hungrily,
tongues probing frantically, as she pressed the head of
my mighty cock into her steaming pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..........." Click.
Mom quickly released me, moving away from my confused
penis, and I was afraid I had scared her off. She
turned and faced me. But there was no quit in her eyes-
only happiness, lust, and wanting, as she stared hotly
into my eyes. Click.
Mom dropped to her knees, and before I even knew what
was happening, she buried my entire eight inches into
her hot mouth and eager throat! She took it all
effortlessly! Click.
Mom sucked eagerly, bobbing her beautiful face up and
down on my happy cock! Click. She giggled and cooed as
she licked and sucked! Click.
Mom was incredible! She played with me like a kitten
with a ball of string, expertly taking me almost to
climax, then easing away. Click. Click. Click.
Finally, mercifully, she let me cum. I exploded with
enormous fury! Hot cum gushed into Mom's hungry mouth!
Click. She tried hard, but there was just too much.
Some of my cum dribbled down her chin as she smiled and
eagerly swallowed every drop she had been able to
catch. Click.
Then she wiped the cum from her chin with one finger,
grinning sluttily and holding it in front of her open
mouth until she heard the shutter. Click! Then she
happily licked the last speck of my love juice from her
finger. Click!
I frantically threw Mom down on the couch and gobbled
her pussy like there was no tomorrow. The last couple
of shots only show me kneeling over her, we were mostly
out of frame now. Click. I drove Mom hungrily to a
roaring climax. She screamed with joy and shouted
encouragement.
Then I climbed on top of her, ready to drive my still-
hard cock into her slippery pussy. She stopped me, but
only for a moment. She just wanted to go into her
bedroom. We fucked heartily for more than two hours.
When we finally collapsed in each others arms, Mom
sighed and teased, "We'll be okay, Kyle. We can just
stop. It's not irreversible, you know!" And we both
laughed happily, remembering our earlier silly, lame
rationalizations.
************
As beautiful as that first time together was, we still
had a lot of work ahead of us. As Dr. Levy always said,
"You have to take a ton of shots to get that one
special picture."
So we did our duty. We took more than a thousand
pictures for that class, about 500 for this assignment
and another 500 for a subsequent assignment in which
the body parts restriction was lifted. Mom shaved her
tasty pussy for that one, and still wears it shaved to
this day.
The true artist's work is a lifelong passion. That was
what Dr. Levy was trying to instill in us toward the
end of that memorable course. He succeeded. Dianne
became an incredibly successful professional
photographer in San Francisco, specializing in
capturing the special tenderness of lesbian lovers.
I'm a successful stockbroker now, also in San
Francisco. I'm 33, Mom is 52. She is still as lovely as
ever. She has taken good care of her body and the years
have been kind to her. And there is still no sign of
quit in her steaming eyes. We still live together.
We're still devoted lovers.
And we are both now avid amateur photographers. I love
wildlife and Mom loves landscapes, so we spend a lot of
time visiting Yosemite National Park, only a few hours
away in the Sierras.
And yes, we still take nudes together. Over the years,
our pictures together have captured my maturation and
Mom's graceful aging. And they have captured hours of
both tender lovemaking and uproarious sucking and
fucking. We have thousands of pictures, dozens and
dozens of albums. We look at them often, but no one
else in the world has ever seen them. No one ever will.
And, to this day, nothing makes Mom and I hungrier for
each other's love than snuggling in front of an
appreciative camera lens. Click.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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