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And the Camera Clicked
by James Johnstone (jimmyjohnstone@ymail.com)
***
A teenage son takes hidden photos of his mother's
drunken one night stand and uses them to blackmail her.
(MF, m-teen/F, reluc, inc, voy, blkmail)
***
Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them
in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her
own son. She glanced over the photographic record of
her drunken night last night, when she bought home the
random guy from the bar to satisfy her urges. Ones with
his hands all over her chest, ones with her kneeling in
front of him with his hands on the back of her head as
she gave him oral, and ones of her on all fours being
shafted like an animal.
"What the bloody hell are these?" She demanded. John
was smiling as he answered; "When you brought that
bloke back last night you were so smashed you didn't
know what was going on." He paused, "You even tried it
on with me." Suddenly Kate had murky flashbacks of her
stumbling into the house she shared only with her son
while being held up by this mystery man. Remembering
seeing her son on that night she shook her head as she
realised how she'd said hello to him by walking
straight up to him and kissing him on the lips before
pulling away and grinning.
After that she lead the stranger upstairs to her room,
on the way up he lifted the short but loose red skirt
she wore and placed a full open palm on her ass cheek
giving it a good squeeze. John had stood in mild shock
for a few moments before following them upstairs. He
was just in time to see them disappear into his mom's
room and to hear her giggling like a child. He stood
with ears by the door listening to the airy silence of
the hallway being broken every so often by an excited
yelp from his mother, full of energy.
A gust of wind blew through the house which pushed the
old door to Kate's bedroom off of its loose latch. John
stepped back in alarm, worried he would be seen as he
listened in. Tuning his ears back into the giggling of
his excited mother he found it was now replaced by slow
breathing with less occasional bursts of delight.
Taking a deep breath to find some bravery within
himself, he took a step forward and peered through the
gap in the door. John's eyes widened, unable to blink.
He watched his mother straddling this man, his shirt
already off. She smiled as she licked her red lipstick
covered lips.
The man started moving his hands over her thighs,
riding up her dress pushing it toward her waist. Kate
dragged her nails across his bare chest as she felt the
warm air of the room stroke the tops of her legs. John
felt himself becoming more and more interested the
further Kate's dress rode up her body. Finally he
caught a glimpse of her black lace panties and the
subtle grinding motion she was performing against the
bulge in the jeans of the man.
John looked at the floor for a moment while a thought
crept into his mind. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his t-
shirt, he stepped carefully down the hallway to his own
room and hastily rummaged under his bed. He searched
frantically, imagining what he might be missing in the
other room. He stretched his arm as far as it could go
and finally his fingers brushed a piece of smooth and
heavy plastic.
John felt a round barrel protruding from the object and
knew it was what he as looking for. After pulling it
out he looked over the expensive digital camera he'd
kept unused in his room for over a year. The thin wall
between his and his mother's room allowed him to hear
the giggles. A little more rummaging in his draws and
he found four double-A batteries to put in the camera
and he was ready to go.
Carefully creeping back to his mother's room, John
adjusted one or two of the settings on the camera so
that the meagre light of the lamp would be enough to
illuminate the affair. As he peered back around the
doorframe he spotted his mom's red dress and top on the
floor, crumpled as though they had been tossed off
without care. Following the line of clothes he saw his
mother still straddling the man now only wearing her
lacy black underwear. Even though she faced away from
him he studied her firm and voluptuous breasts, close
to spilling out of the bra.
He could tell even though he could only see them from
the rear. The man had no jeans on either now, and was
boldly sporting a huge erection, tent-poling in his
underwear. Kate was grinding against the shaft through
the material of his boxers as he reached and put his
hands over her slender torso, helping control the
rhythm of her movements. She brushed her hands over her
neck and cheeks and ran her fingers through her dark
brown silk hair which she lift above her head,
whimpering and breathing heavily.
John swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and decided
now was the time to take advantage. He raised the
camera and looked through the viewfinder. He remembered
thinking how this looked like an actual porno the way
it was framed through the camera's view. The camera
clicked as the first photo was stored. He got the
outline against the single light of the lamp of his
mother's body and breasts, arching her back a little as
her excitement grew. The lampshade gave the image a
nice warm glow. It could almost be romantic if John
didn't know he was photographing his mother in a
drunken mess acting like a whore.
John clicked again, this time she was in the middle of
unclasping her bar, the man's hands still exploring her
curvy sides. Looking again at them with his own eyes he
watch as the bra was unhooked from the back and it fell
off her shoulders. The man cupped her breasts firmly,
massaging them with his hands. John quickly switched
back to the camera. He clicked again trying to find the
curves and soft lines of her bare back in the amber
glow of the lamp. He took another picture noticing his
mother's hand now fondling with the man's dick. He
could not see what was going on between her thighs as
she straddled him but could see on the man's face that
she was pleasuring him.
By now John didn't bother looking outside of the
viewfinder, he was getting the whole story recorded of
his mother's sultriness through static images. After
more pictures of rubbing and grinding she was suddenly
off the bed, and in the next photo the man sat on the
edge of the mattress facing her. Another photo and his
boxers were off. Kate was kneeling in front of him with
his now hard penis in her hand. A few images with
nothing happening, maybe she was talking to him, John
had stopped listening. All he saw were the still images
of her looking up at him smiling showing white teeth
and full red lips.
The next image showed her with the head of his cock in
her mouth, then engulfing the whole thing, buried in
her mouth balls deep. Another of her tongue
outstretched tasting his shaft, then the next few at
different lengths of his dick in her mouth again. In a
few pictures John noticed his mother's cheeks closing
in on themselves where she was sucking on the penis.
The drunk pair jumped from one photo to the next, from
the guy getting head to her lying on the bed and him
being in the middle of pulling down her underwear. They
must have been really horny because within another few
clicks of the camera Kate was on her front with her ass
in the air and breasts pushed against the mattress, and
next saw her with legs pushed apart by the guy who was
positioning behind her.
The moment he pushed the capture button again he heard
a yelp of excitement from his mother. He raised his
eyes from the viewfinder to watch the man give the
first hard thrust. He was briefly reminded that he
really was spying on his voluptuous mother, not just a
series of image he could distance himself from. He was
again aware of the sounds of the moment, mainly her
heavy erotic breaths and the dry slaps of the man's
hips against her ass. He assessed the situation again
before returning to the viewfinder.
Kate gave long moans as she took each thrust, now on
all fours. John remained snap happy, so many photo
clicks happening. It was hard to appreciate the
aggression and energy in the room simply through the
still images, except for the expressions on their
faces. Sweat was making Kate's eye liner run, and her
mouth was constantly open taking in the hot air. Each
time she inhaled it was almost like a squeal.
He noticed the man for the first time gave a few
grunts. John knew he didn't have much time. One photo
showed the man with his hands just above her ass around
her waist, along with a loud slap where he had done it
so aggressively. John realised what was happening when
the next few photos all appeared the same, the guy
buried balls deep in his mom's pussy, all the noises of
slaps and breathing now silent. John raised his head to
look with his own eyes again.
"No, not yet!" Kate pleaded. The man gave a long slow
grunt while pulling her hips hard towards him. John got
one more photo in, close up on his mother's angry and
frustrated face. He urgently tip toed back to his room
and shut the door, immediately firing up his computer.
He was just plugging in the digital camera with a cable
when he heard his mother in the next room; "Urgh!
Couldn't you last any longer?"
"Shut up you dog," came an angry reply.
"Just leave," demanded Kate. John heard two heavy steps
then an ungodly smack, like hitting meat with something
flat. His mother screamed. He then heard the same heavy
steps going down the house's creaky steps, and finally
the door open and close. John had always had a mild
contempt for women, even his own mother, so wasn't too
concerned that she may have just been hit by some
asshole. In fact all the while he had been listening he
had been making a file to store his new pictures on his
hard drive. He dragged and dropped all of them, 58 in
total.
He then heard a low sobbing through the wall from his
mother's room. He questioned what he had done,
exploiting the situation, and letting his mom get taken
advantage of in her state. 'Fuck it' he thought. He was
too busy opening the first photo and clicking to the
next one in quick succession, proud of his new
pornographic flip-book.
**
John awoke to find himself already sweating. He pulled
himself out of bed and looked out the window into the
back garden. It was so bright he had to squint, the sun
bouncing off the whitening grass into his gaze. He
could hear the noise of a lawnmower maybe a few houses
away, and kids playing on the street at the front of
the house, this being the summer break from school.
John stretched and scratched his arms, noticing his
camera plugged into his computer and only then
remembering what he'd done last night. He turned on the
computer again and went through several directories to
the very well hidden folder he'd made.
He had a very quick glance over them but they didn't
make him very aroused, or at least not as excited as
he'd been last night. He threw on a t-shirt and some
boxers and made his way downstairs, still rubbing his
face trying to wake up.
Meanwhile Kate was downstairs in the kitchen scrubbing
out the sink. She had been going over what had happened
last night, her thigh red from the parting slap her one
night stand had given her for questioning his manhood.
She was trying to take her mind off of it by cleaning,
take her mind off the soreness and the memory.
Ashamedly she knew that John must have heard most of
what had happened, and although she could not remember
arriving home she prayed that he didn't see how drunk
she was, or the pig of a man who she took into her bed.
She expected breakfast to be awkward but hopefully
forgotten about. Kate had always put John in his place,
asserting the authority she had as a parent. Things
like telling him to tidy his room, do the dishes and
what time he should go to bed. Once he came home later
than he said he would so she made him clean the whole
house. John resented her for stunts like that. John was
growing older now though.
Her shame wasn't helped by her throbbing headache from
whatever she had drunk last night. She was just loading
her dirty sheets into the washing machine when she
heard John coming down the stairs. Kate took a deep
breath knowing she was about to face her son, probably
with the knowledge of what she had done.
"Morning." John stated as he entered. Kate avoided eye
contact, pretending to be more busy with the washing
than she really was. John reached above the fridge for
a box of cereal, and took milk from inside before
sitting down at the breakfast bar facing his mother who
had her back to him. He surveyed the dressing gown
which hung loosely down her back and captured her
shapely round ass beautifully.
"How was your night?" He enquired. Kate took a few
moments before answering; "Alright I suppose." John
took a couple of spoonfuls of cereal during the
silence, the occasional crunch of corn flakes the only
noise to break the atmosphere.
"What time did you get in?" John toyed with his mother.
She stopped handling the washing and looked down to the
bottom of the garden for what they both felt was a long
time, although John had a slightest smirk throughout.
"Look John," she began, still avoiding eye contact, "I
didn't something really silly last night."
"What Mom?" He interrupted. She took another long
breath.
"I'm sure you heard something last night."
"No, nothing. What happened?" His smugness ws a sign of
his enjoyment of this new found power.
"I didn't wake you up when I got home?" she said trying
to give little away.
"No, I was out of it." He quickly replied. Kate finally
turned around to face her son. She sat opposite him
while tightening her gown for fear of it falling open.
"Well, I think I was a bit loud when I came in, so
thought I might have woken you up"
"Do you remember coming in?" John asked, still smiling.
"No, actually," Kate confessed.
John finished up his breakfast and placed his bowl on
the side counter. Kate, now feeling more confident she
managed to hide her one night stand from her son,
insisted, "Wash that up please John." John sighed and
paused for a moment before approaching the sink to
clean to bowl. As he was doing it Kate suddenly felt a
feeling of normality again.
"I want to you tidy your room as well today," she
continued, "and if you wash my car you won't have to
cook dinner tonight." John was again resentful of the
demands made by his mother. He went back up to his
room, leaving her with a mild sense of relief and
victory.
As John entered his room he gave it a quick look over.
To be fair it was a total mess, but he wasn't planning
on tidying it any time soon. He sat on his computer,
looking over the pornographic message board he
frequented for any new videos he might want to leech.
There wasn't much new. He searched for archives of his
favourite porn stars. He liked older, busty women. It
was just his thing. Finally after half an hour or so he
opened the folder of photos he took last night. He
wasn't so interested in the explicitness of the photos
at this moment, but more the looks on his mother's face
as she was servicing this guy.
He loved the ones of her looking frustrated, and ones
of her sucking cock while he held her head tight. It
was a turn on the see her demeaned in such a way when
usually he only sees her as an authority figure putting
demands on him. He decided this submissive side may be
something to find out more about. He renamed the folder
'Some bitch'.
Soon Kate knocked on his door and entered. John barely
closed the folder in time. He turned to her without
getting up.
"What?" he asked angrily. Kate demanded to know why he
hadn't started cleaning his room yet.
"I'll do it later," he grunted. Kate informed him that
if it wasn't done within the next hour he'd be
grounded. She left without giving him chance to reply.
John, now with ideas swimming around his head like
shadows in water, opened up the 'Some bitch' folder
once again and began selecting the more choice photos
from the 58. He printed off about 6 or 7, generally the
more humiliating ones like the guy's hands on her body
and her make up running down her face. As soon as they
were done he went downstairs to find her.
John entered the kitchen, walking tall trying to make
himself imposing.
"Mom..." he began, "about last night, I did see you
come in with that guy." Kate's mouth parted a little
with shock, directing her eyes to the floor.
"All I want today is you to be nice to me, like I don't
want to tidy my room and I don't want to wash the car."
Kate went through her own thoughts for a moment and
then decided to take a stand; "Look, just because you
saw me make that mistake doesn't mean you don't have
chores and responsibilities." She stated sternly.
"I heard you have sex!" John retorted.
"That doesn't matter!" Kate argued.
"I'm not cleaning my room or doing any of that shit!"
John became more frustrated.
"Don't you dare swear at me young man! You're doing
your chores!"
"Fine, look at these then!" John pulled out the printed
photos from the rim of his trousers and handed them to
his mother.
Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them
in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her
own son. She glanced over the photographic record of
her drunken night.
"What the bloody hell are these?" She demanded. John
explained exactly what had happened in great detail.
After this he continued; "All I want you to do is be
nice to me, because you know, I have these. So I'm not
doing chores." Kate began ripping up the photos, at
which point John told her he had them all on his
computer, an on a disc hidden somewhere in case she
took the computer away. Kate sat thinking for a while,
her head in her hands in frustration and still nursing
her hangover.
"Fine, don't do any chores today. We'll talk about this
later." John simply grinned and ran back upstairs. He
could not believe how easy that was, to gain power over
his mother so quickly. He felt so proud of himself,
negotiating his day off like this, and having some
small power over his mother.
John decided it being such a nice day he would take in
the sun in the garden. He walked through the kitchen on
the way to the garden but Kate decided not to
acknowledge him. John sat out in the garden on the
lounger just in his boxers. He must have been out there
for about half an hour and decided he was getting
thirsty. He called out for him mom, who walked down the
garden to greet him. Kate had now changed into jeans
and a pink t-shirt which complimented her curves and
bust very well.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Can you get me a drink?" He asked.
"Get it yourself!" She said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Go on."
"No!" Kate stated.
"Mom," John said in a way to grab her attention, "I
still have all those photos of you last night. I have
hundreds." Kate listened intently, "I think you've been
really mean to me the past year since Dad left, so now
I think you should do a few things for me."
"Or what?" Kate didn't have to ask, she knew what.
"I'll send those photos out to everyone you know. Your
office, your friends, even humiliate you to Dad. Show
him what a whore you are now," John explained in the
heat of the sun.
"John," Kate said, "Think about what you're saying.
You're blackmailing your own Mom."
"I know. I just want you to listen to me from now on,
and this is the way I can do it." Kate put her head in
her hands and sniffed as she began to cry.
"It's ok," John continued. "So long as you do what I
say no one you know will ever see those pictures. No
one will ever know what a filthy whore you are" Kate
thought for a while before replying with a very simple,
"ok."
John was over the moon, he had potentially gotten out
of chores and having to do anything ever again. His
first request was that his mother go inside and get him
a drink. Taking to her new role of maid straight away,
she asked what he'd like and went straight inside to
make it. John stretched out enjoying the heat and his
new found power. Kate quickly returned with a glass of
orange juice, placing it down beside him on the grass.
"Would you like anything else?" she asked, still teary
eyed.
John thought for a moment before coming up with an
idea. He told his mother she would be the one to tidy
his room. He told her to go and do it at that instant.
Kate could do nothing to stop this yet, she could not
think of anything while he was making demands like
this. Tears fell from her eyes even more as she walked
away She felt so used as she entered the complete mess
of a room, dirty clothes and pieces of paper strewn all
over the place. Still, she gritted her teeth and got on
with it.
John laid out in the garden for another hour, gong over
possible plans in his head, before heading inside to
see how his mother was getting on. As he walked up the
stairs he heard his mother scrubbing the carpet. Upon
entering he witnessed her on her knees bending over
treating the carpet. He took a good look at that ass in
the tight jeans before letting her know he was there.
He gave a hearty cough, to which Kate jumped up to her
feet. John surveyed the room, it was spotless, the
cleanest it had been for months. He then surveyed his
mother. Her pink top was slightly dirty with black
marks, and there were lone hairs falling against sweat
on her forehead and sticking there. John felt a little
arousal in this control he had.
"Very nice." John remarked.
"I need to get in the shower." Kate motioned towards
the door. John would not let her pass.
"Didn't you say the car needed washing, Mom? You might
as well go and do that too." John commented. Kate
looked at him quizzically for a moment, before very
submissively heading for the garage. John grabbed his
camera from under the bed, his mind ticking over with
plans and ambitions he had for his mother. He waited a
few minutes then went to find her in the garage.
He poked his head into the garage which lead from a
door straight off the hall. Kate had a bucket of water
by her feet which she leant down to soak a sponge in
every so often. She was at the side of the car, a small
hatchback, at the moment concentrating on the doors and
windows.
John waited for her to bend to the side to soak the
sponge again before unleashing the click and flash of a
picture being taken, trying to get a line of curvature
going up her leg, across her ass, and up the curve in
her back. The flash startled Kate. She threw her
attention to the door where John stood.
"What's this?" She demanded.
"I'm just taking a couple of photos," John stated.
"I think you have enough photos of me. Stop it or I
won't carry on with this."
"C'mon, these are nothing compared to what I took last
night. Look you've got all your clothes on and all
you're doing is washing the car." Kate looked up at the
ceiling, almost in search of help.
"Why do you want more photos then?" Kate asked.
"It's just a hobby," John Coaxed.
Kate continued scrubbing the paintwork while John came
closer with the click click and flash of the camera
going off every few seconds. He aimed mainly at her
shoulders and back, then from the side, getting her
face in profile trying to show off her cheek bones.
Taking, a few steps back he went for a wider shot,
including her bust and midriff. He followed her,
circling her as she made her way around the car. Kate
tried not to look at the camera. He began getting more
adventurous with the viewfinder, ignoring her face and
taking pictures from the shoulders down to the legs,
getting the curves of her breasts and slender stomach
and full ass.
"Less of those sorts of photos, young man," she said.
"These are nothing mom. No one would be interested in
you washing the car even if I did send them to people
you know." John continued snapping away until the car
was done. He instructed his Mom to turn around and face
the camera.
"Let me see that pretty face of yours." He told her.
Kate turned around still holding the sponge, both arms
straight down in front of her. She was even more
covered in dirt now. Noticing the sponge was still wet
John decided to be more bold.
"Squeeze that sponge over your chest, Mom."
"No. I'm not doing that," she argued.
"These pictures are absolutely nothing compared to what
I already have," he pointed out, "and you don't want
people seeing those do you? So come on, squeeze that
soapy water over your tits."
Kate reluctantly bought it up to her chest but squeezed
it more over her arms and shoulders than her breasts.
"You're not doing it right!" John objected.
"I am!" explained Kate.
"No, like this..." John said as he proceeded to pick up
the entire bucket of water and throw it over his buxom
mother. Kate screamed and threw her arms out either
side as the cold water hit her. It darkened her top and
her nipples pushed up through the cotton. Her hair was
drenched and fell over one side of her face. John was
busy taking as many photos as he could. The wet top
hugged every curve and bump of her upper body. It
almost looked like she was wearing body paint. Kate ran
past John and up to her room.
John followed right behind her. He pushed her bedroom
door open without knocking. There was no lock but he
knew he wasn't allowed in there most days so it wasn't
a problem. Kate had already stripped down to a pair of
white cotton panties and bra. She noticed him come in
due to the creak of the old door. She tried to cover
her body with her hands and arms.
"Get out! I'm not wearing anything!" She yelped. John
said nothing but just raised his camera and starting
snapping.
"This is great!" he exclaimed. Kate began to cry again,
becoming less and less resistant to her son.
"Please go," she pleaded.
John made no response. He kept taking pictures for a
good few minutes of his abused mother in her wet
underwear with her hair all over the place. John was
loving the way her panties held her full ass like a
peach, and how in her panic she nearly spilled out of
her bra. By the time he was done she simply sat
motionless on the edge of the bed, eyes welled up and
looking at the walls.
"Right, that'll do," he informed her. "You get in the
shower or whatever now."
"John?" His mother asked quietly, "Where will this
end?" John looked around the room and left without
saying another word. John returned to his room and
uploaded the new photos to the folder.
John decided to leave his mother be for the rest of the
day. He stayed in his room and heard his mother moving
around the house, taking a shower and tidying. He met
her again downstairs for dinner, which she had his
favourite meal without him asking. Dinner was very
quiet. Kate only asked him if he liked the food, and
what he had done with the photos of that afternoon.
John told her he had put them on his hard drive with
the ones from last night. After dinner he went straight
back up to his room and didn't see his mom for the rest
of the night.
**
The next morning John awoke to the familiar sounds of
his mother pottering about the house. As he went
downstairs to grab breakfast he passed he on the
stairs. She turned her head as they passed. John
reached the kitchen, poured his cereal, and looked down
into the garden. Noticing the browning flowers and
small trees which surrounded bleached grass under the
scorching heat John came up with another idea to try
out with his mother.
After waiting a few minutes for her to return from her
room he mentioned the garden needed tending to,
pointing out the dying flowers and wilting trees. With
a very patronising hand on her shoulder, John informed
her she should get on with it. Kate decided this was
much less humiliating that what had happened yesterday,
and may even give her time to think about this bazaar
situation she had found herself in.
As she turned to leave through the side door John
looked her up and down. She wore baggy training bottoms
and loose white t-shirt.
"Hang on a second, it's really hot out. Are you sure
you want to wear that?" He questioned. Kate became very
suspicious, crossing her arms.
"I'll be comfortable in these," she replied.
John took a step towards her and ran his hand over the
material by her waist.
"No, you'll be too hot in that," suggested John. He put
his hand on his chin while staring at Kate's body to
create the facade of what he was about to say coming to
him spontaneously, even though he had already thought
about it long enough as he was lying in bed last night.
"Remember when we went to the beach a little while
back?" He said beginning to unveil his plan, "You wore
that red bikini with the white poker dots." Kate felt a
cold sweat come over her as she realised what was
really going on.
"I don't know if I still have it," she uttered
unconvincingly.
"Of course you do," he retorted. "it's in your dresser,
second drawer down."
"You've been going through my things?" Kate enquired,
voice breaking.
"I really think you should wear that. It will save you
from the heat," John finished. He stepped away from the
door leading to the hallway, motioning her to go
through and upstairs to change. Kate looked straight
into his eyes, a mild look a horror on her face,
sickened by the patronising fact her son was
blackmailing her again. After a few moments she walked
past him to retrieve the bathing suit.
John waited patiently in the kitchen. He held his
camera in front of him, fiddling with the settings to
turn it into its outdoor mode. He listened to the
floorboards above him creaking and imagined his mother
sliding the bottoms up her legs and hugging her ass,
and clasping the top delicately confining her ample
breasts.
Kate soon returned downstairs and presented herself to
her son. John's eyes widened, more taken back than he
thought he would be. The bathing suit must have shrunk
at some point because it held her boobs tightly against
the cloth, the bit of material connecting the cups
stretched and looked like it was ready to burst open.
Showing her waist and legs from the tops of her thighs
down to her ankles, she wore a pair of old white
trainers with no socks.
"Wow!" John voiced. Kate screwed her face at him.
"I hope this makes you happy," she swore.
John stood up, camera in hand, and told her it was time
to tend the garden.
Kate found some pruning shears and hose from the shed
while John lay back on the lounger with a tall glass of
juice. Kate re-entered the garden and began by snipping
old rose heads off the bush, laying the hose down on
the grass.
"Don't you feel more comfortable in that, Mom?" He
asked, poking fun. Kate ignored him. John chuckled to
himself while sipping his drink. He swirled the ice
around the glass before picking up his camera and
taking aim at his mother in her bikini. The first click
went off. Kate heard it but didn't look round. John
reviewed the shot on the LCD screen. It showed her in a
full body shot, light striking down her smooth back and
a good outline of the flowing curves of her ample
physique, her round ass playfully contained by the swim
suit bottoms.
John decided this was a good photo, and his dick
twitched the longer he looked at it. A feeling of
success fell over him as he realised he was into the
next step of control over her. He stood up and walked
towards her while taking another photo, much the same
as the first. Kate heard the second click and shut her
eyes, stopping tending to the rose bush.
John took the next photo close up from behind her,
slightly to the side showing off his mom's ass in the
foreground and her arching back. John noticed what
perfect skin she had, from her thighs all the way up to
her neck, barely a single imperfection, only broken by
the occasional beauty spot. John took a few more like
this, becoming more interested in her smooth slender
back. Kate's eyes remained tightly shut, head down as
she listened to the dozen or so camera clicks, knowing
images of her considerably unclad body were being
stored for reasons she didn't know. John noticed she
had stopped the gardening.
"They're not going to tend themselves, Mom." Kate
slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to look back
at the tall bush.
"Get those ones at the back," instructed John. Kate had
to place one hand on the fence joining the neighbour's
garden so she would fall over, and leant right forward
to reach the back rose heads. She could hear another
burst of camera clicks.
John now stood to the side of Kate, capturing pictures
of her bent over, making her ass pushed out to its
fullest, breasts still tightly constrained by the bra.
The heat had begun to make her sweat. Her shining hair
fell down over her shoulder and the light glistened
superbly off her body sweat in streaks, over the small
of her back and off the crest of her bottom.
"That's it, keep pruning," he told her as she cut the
plant. He stepped behind her and pushed her legs apart
a little, revealing the strip of red nylon material
covering her pussy. Deciding to manipulate it further
he pulled the sides of her bikini bottoms up her waist,
making the material go up the crack of her ass more
like a thong. Kate whimpered. John stepped away and
took more photos, lavishing the sight of her two milky
ass cheeks and her barely covered pussy. He knelt down
for a variety of angles.
John stood, pressing his crotch against Kate's ass.
Kate felt him poking her, rubbing his head against her
body through the material of his boxers. Running his
hand up her moist back, he fiddled with the clasp of
her bra until it popped open. Kate stood up suddenly,
shocked to the core. Placing her hands over the cups of
the bathing suit to keep herself covered, she turned to
face John.
"Please," she begged, "This has gone too far."
John slipped the shoulder straps so they fell down her
arms, only her holding the cups supporting the piece.
The swim piece barely covered anything, the full
natural shape of her ample chest in plain view for him.
"Let go," he told her.
"I won't!" she defiantly said.
"You will!" commanded John, "If you don't I'm sending
everything I have to everyone you know. I promise I'll
do it."
"Why is this any better?" Kate said trying desperately
to hide her nerves.
"Because this is just for me, Mom," John explained, "If
you don't I'll make sure every single person you know
sees these pictures. I'll make sure they all know that
I took them and you loved it. I'll say you're a whore
turning tricks, not because you need the money, because
you've lost all self respect and want to be degraded."
Kate swallowed a lump in her throat.
"And what about you?" She asked.
"I've already lost respect for you. So drop that bra
now you cunt." He told her.
Looking directly at him, Kate let go of the swim piece.
It glided off of her tits and slide down her arms, past
her hands, and drifted to the floor. She ran her hands
once over each of her forearms before placing her arms
down by her sides. John licked his lips at the sight of
her perfectly round and plentiful breasts. They had the
same glint of the rest of her body, slightly moist
under the intense heat.
John put his camera down and put two fingers on the
sides of each boob and ran them round and under,
watching how her nipple moved perfectly. He enjoyed
these kinds of tits. Real tits. Not the sort he saw
every day on the internet on his porno message board.
These were the sort that would mould to your hand them
you squeezed them and returned to their firm looking
form afterwards, the kind that John wanted to bite into
like a ripe nectarine just to savour the taste.
More photos were taken by John, being hypnotised by his
busty topless mother standing in front of him. He
thought it reasonable to direct her in what to do.
"Put your hands behind you, together," he said. Kate
did so compliantly. The camera shutter clicked.
"Are you hands together?" He asked. Kate tightened her
grip, pushing her chest out. She looked top heavy like
this. He liked that.
"Yes," Kate answered neutrally. More clicks came from
the camera.
"Now move your hands to your waist." John carried on.
Again, Kate did so, totally submissive. John continued
to direct her as they stood there by the large rose
bushes. He drew from all the experience a teenage boy
would have from looking at pornographic pictures,
trying to remember the types of poses that made a woman
look sexy. He made her place her hands over her
breasts, sensually rub her neck, run fingers up through
her hair, and pull one side of the string of her swim
suit bottoms down her thigh to tease the camera.
John grabbed the hose and rushed to turn on the tap.
Handing it to Kate, he told her to play with the end.
She ran the hose over her skin, up her leg and stomach
until she ran it lightly around the crest of her
breasts. A thin stream of water left little beads all
over her skin. It was cold, but a welcome relief to the
scorching sun.
Kate smiled through none of this, but John enjoyed
that. He wanted to know that, as he looked over them
later, her expression told the story of her submission.
She did not do this willingly, she was under his power,
and John wanted he to look as though she did not want
to be there. It also gave the photos a certain
intensity he liked too, none of the false lustfulness
of the stuff he saw on the internet. This was about
Kate submitting herself to her son's mercy.
After John was done taking photos of her standing by
the bushes he gave her orders to lay on the lounger.
John adjusted it so that it was nearly flat. She lay
looking like a peach, washed in spring water. He gave
her instructions as before, telling her to where to
move her hands on her body, all the while taking
pictures. She cupped and tits and played with the water
drops, from her shoulders to waist.
After a few dozen pictures of this John told her to put
a hand down her panties. Kate paused to stare at him,
but knew it was now only delaying it. John took her
hand and moved it slowly down her body. With his other
hand he pulled the top of the bikini down a little,
just enough that he could start to see her soft dark
public hair. He forced her hand under the rim and
stepped back. For a moment Kate just left it their
still, looking intently at her son. Click, click from
the camera.
"Put your other hand on your tits, mom," John told her.
Kate did so, squeezing lightly. More clicks.
"Now run it through your hair. Grab onto your hair and
squeeze it like you're cumming."
Kate moved her hand through her hair but her expression
did not change, still dulled and unimpassioned. Click,
click. John moved around her body, moving her legs
further and shorter apart always with the white polka
dot material covering her pussy lips, getting every
angle of her appearing to masturbate with her hand down
her bikini.
"You look wonderful, Mom," he complimented. "Now, I
want you to masturbate properly."
"But you can't tell in the pictures," she pointed out.
John smiled and put his camera on the ground.
"This is for me, not the camera."
Kate very slowly began moving her hand around her
panties, stroking her pussy with the tips of her
fingers. She was very sensitive, moving and coiling her
legs as she did so. John watched her fingers bulge and
move under the nylon covering her vagina. He stood
staring for a few minutes. Kate drew deeper breaths as
her eyelids dropped.
John saw the movement of her hand getting faster, his
cock poling in his boxers. Kate arched her back
further, other hand rubbing her tit. John could see the
nylon getting a big wet patch as he juices flowed. She
pushed two fingers into her pussy. They slid in, warm
and slimy, and Kate gave a startled moan of pleasure.
"Finger yourself!" commanded John.
Kate didn't need to be told. She pushed them in up to
the knuckle and withdrew. She did it again and again,
slowly then readily speeding up. John watched her
fingers push out against her swim wear reach time she
withdrew before disappearing into her hole again. Kate
trembled and shuddered as she lay there, writhing about
on her back, chest pushed out proudly. Lowering his
head toward her, John could make out the squelching
noises she made shoving her fingers into her sopping
pussy.
Kate suddenly stopped. Pushing her hips up with her
legs she used both hands to pull her panties down her
legs, tossing them on the grass. John now had his
mother completely naked, full view of her triangular
public hair and oozing pussy lips. Kate rocked her hips
as she fucked herself, legs bent at the knee and pushed
further apart than before.
"Aahhh, aaggghhhh!" Kate sped up rapidly. Suddenly she
pulled out and rubbed her clit. She went crazy rubbing
in circles, her mouth open and head pushing back.
Another couple of fingers into her contracting pussy,
then out rubbing her clit. With her other hand she dug
deep into her thigh with her nails, and bit her bottom
lip hard. Her eyes shut tight as she took the brunt of
her orgasm. She rubbed constantly making it as intense
as possible. Her hips buckled and her ass was back on
the plastic on the chair, legs still moving wildly as
the pleasure died.
As she came to her senses she heard the clicks and
shutters of John's camera. She didn't care, she was
euphoric, returning from the clouds. She lay here with
her eyes shut, head turned to the side. Closing her
legs and bending them to bring them closer, she folded
her arms and ran fingers over her skin. John decided
the first phase was over.
To be contiued?
Please email me at jimmyjohnstone@ymail.com with
comments. Whether I continue this story will depend on
its reception here.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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