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In Search of the Final Freedom - 10
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

***

In this novel, our protagonist live in a comfortable, 
but rule bound world. Deep in their hearts they know 
there is more, but they will need help along the 
journey from the old ways. They will have to work out a 
new moral code for themselves before they can be the 
prophets of a new model. At each stage they can turn 
back, but to be the new prophets they must overcome. 
(MF, FF, MM, bi, group)
 
*** 
 
PART TWO
Revolutionary Ideals
 
 
Chapter TEN
 
 
In a small building in the Cayman Islands, Richard Kyle 
was scanning through his daily series of e-mail's from 
people submitting what they purported to be original 
photos they owned and wished to sell to one of 
Richard's companies. His companies supplied content to 
over three hundred different web sites, mostly 
pornographic, based all over the world.
 
To most men, his job would seem like pleasure, but for 
a man who looked at photos for a living, it was just 
work, and his eyes were tired. Richard had a 
photographic memory and once he saw a photo he never 
forgot it. This rare gift allowed him to reject a full 
90% of the photos he scanned. He knew they were stolen 
from other sites. Of the 10% of truly original work 90% 
was unusable due primarily to it's extremely low 
quality. 

Of the 10% of the ordinal work most came from a hand 
full of reliable, if not creative photographers who 
worked out of Eastern Europe. He knew full well that a 
good percentage of the girls he saw in the photos were 
underage in most developed countries, but in the former 
iron curtain countries, false proof of age was no 
problem.
 
He had emailed purchase contracts to only two
photographers that day and was about to break for lunch 
when he opened an email that read:
 
"I shot these and over one hundred other photos of 
these two at the nude Havisau Beach in Miami last 
summer. The woman in the photo said the girl was her 
niece, but as they talked I realized that this is a 
mother and her teenage daughter. They are all full 
sized six mega pixel photos. I don't know the age of 
the mother but the daughter said she was 18. They have 
never been seen by anyone. How much would you pay for 
the whole set?"
 
Richard looked carefully at the attachment. It 
contained ten photos. Upon opening the first he noticed 
the sender had been wise and had "Evaluation Copy" 
printed several times across each photo so they could 
not be used with out paying. He looked carefully. These 
had been taken with a good quality Digital SLR by 
someone who knew their business. 

They were high resolution 2000X3000 pixel photos with 
excellent color and sharpness. By looking at the 
background he could tell the photos were indeed taken 
at Havisau beach; he had been there. Finally he looked 
at the women. The older was looked to be mid-thirties, 
possibly fiver years younger or older. Nice figure and 
face, but not too nice. She was no model, but what the 
industry called a MILF (mother I'd like to fuck). Firm 
breasts, nice ass with just a little cellulite, nothing 
a little Photoshop can't fix, if he chose to.
 
The "daughter" looked to be fifteen or sixteen. As the 
photos were taken in a pubic nude beach and since there 
was no sex involved, the age would not be prohibitive; 
but he was sure he could generate a proof of age should 
one of his buyers want it. 

She was cute, thin, nice round B cup breasts, long 
legs, waist long dark blond hair. Both mother and 
"daughter" were clean shaven in the pubic region. He 
zoomed in on the faces and after a long time concluded 
these two appeared to be related. He would market them 
as mother and daughter even if he wasn't sure of the 
relationship. These photos were worth tens of thousands 
of dollars.

He replied to the email with a planned lukewarm tone, 
he didn't want to pay too much.

At the end of two weeks of negotiation via email he 
paid $650 for 134 photos. They were great. He found 
photos of the two posing together, playing in the 
water, posing with some naked college age guys. A dozen 
or so were photos of the older woman playing with one 
of the guy's dicks and of them playing with her tits. 
He would make a hundred times his purchase price on 
these if he sold them. But, if he used them for one of 
his own sites, much more.
 
To maximize his profit before the photos were all 
ripped off and posted on free sites he planned a 
maximum exposure using banners on all his sites and 
posting "teasers" on fifty free sites with links to his 
sites. It would cost the end user $19.99 to get access 
to the whole set, and he knew his servers would be 
jammed with men trying to bill their credit cards to 
see the nude mother and daughter. All this was 
scheduled for April 1st, to appear the photos were 
taken this spring break rather than last summer. Even 
with all his marketing it would take over three weeks 
for someone who knew either of the women to see the 
photos and identify it as the person they knew.

Back in Sparta, Georgia, no one knew any of this, least 
of all the mother and daughter who were the target of 
this marketing scheme. 
 
As it happened it was a high school boy by the name of 
Mark in the same Algebra II class as the nude teenage 
girl in the teaser photos who first saw the connection 
to the real girl. Not one of the free pics showed her 
completely. Some showed her naked from the rear, but 
the two shot from the front had censor bars over the 
"good" stuff. Still, he was sure he knew the girl, she 
was Misty Campbell, the 11th grader who sat two seats 
in front of him every day. Not that she even knew he 
was alive. He was only 16 and a 10th grader, but 
because he was a math wiz he went to class with the 
upperclassmen. He tried to print out some of the photos 
but the freebie pics were too low resolution to 
convince others it was her.
 
He called a buddy, Byron Simms, who for months has had 
a crush on Misty. Byron, it seems went to church with 
Misty. Even her brother who was also a freshman was his 
best friend. Mark told him to check out the site. Byron 
lived with his mom, but his dad had bought him the 
computer and let him take it to his mom's house with 
the strict condition he would not look at "sinful" 
things and it can't be put in his room. For fear his 
dad had some spy ware on his computer, he had to wait 
until he went to Mark' house that weekend to look at 
the site.

After looking at the looked at the photos, Byron agreed 
that the photos looked like Misty. Better proof was he 
could tell the woman was defiantly Mrs. Campbell. He 
was sure because Mrs. Campbell and his mom were good 
friends and he'd been at the Campbell house many times. 
What was odd to Byron was that he and Lamar were pretty 
good friends and he had never told him anything like 
this.
 
It was another friend, Lucas, who "barrowed" his mom's 
Visa Debit card and bought them an access code to the 
whole set of hi-res photos. It took hours to download 
all the high-res photos. But just looking at the 
thumbnail, they couldn't believe what they saw. Lamar's 
hottie sister and amazingly hot mom, showing their tits 
and hairless pussy's to the world. There were even 
beaver shots and in a few Lamar's mom played with a 
guy's dick and looked like she was going to fuck him. 
It was beyond belief.
 
It was Lucas who suggested burning copies of the photos 
onto a CD and selling them at school. They made 20 
copies and sold them the next week for $5 each. 
Amazingly no one told Misty or any of her friends that 
week. The next week the entrepreneurs got greedy. They 
made 40 more copies and on Tuesday Lucas got busted by 
Mr. Phelps the gym coach. The coach did not know what 
was on the CD's but he knew Lucas and when he saw him 
take a bill and hand over a CD, he moved in and took 
that CD and the dozen or so still in his book bag. It 
wasn't until two days later he remembered the stack of 
CD's in his desk and loaded it into the computer on his 
desk. 

The coaching office was between the locker rooms, 
shared by both the male and female P,E, teachers and 
Junior Varsity coaching staff (Each varsity coach as a 
private office). Opening the first file he chuckled to 
his colleges at their desks "Well, it looks like Lucas 
Terranova is now peddling porn off the net." That 
brought several head swiveling to see what was on his 
screen. He changed images. A full screen shot of a nude 
Misty throwing a Frisbee appeared. A gasp, rather than 
a chuckle came from behind Coach Phelps. 

"That's Misty Campbell, I'm sure of it." Came the husky 
but clearly female voice of the JV volleyball coach, 
Sue Parker. "Pull up another one, so I can be sure." A 
second photo taken farther away of her splashing in the 
surf convinced her that this was indeed Misty. In 
minutes, with CD's in hand, Coach Parker was on her way 
to the office of Dr. Collin's, their principal.
 
Dr. Collins, in turn, called the police because they 
knew with out a doubt that Misty was a minor.

Lucas, Byron and Mark were all called to the office 
where they, realizing this could be a "real" crime, 
gave a full account of how they found the photos and 
were summarily suspended for bringing and distributing 
what was deemed to be pornography on school grounds.
 
The local sheriff and his staff looked at the photos 
and concluded that this matter fell under the 
jurisdiction of the FBI. Upon a though investigation 
over the next few moths found all the servers selling 
the photos were based in countries which had age of 
consent laws of 15 or 16 years old, so no Interpol 
warrant could be issued. 

The FBI would also conclude, as Richard had, that 
because these were photos taken at a public beach that 
that were legal in the US, and the only photos 
containing touching did not include the minor girl, no 
crime had been committed. The legal case would be 
closed by the end of the summer with out ever 
contacting anyone in Georgia; however, this was a small 
southern town and what had been the knowledge of a few 
teenage boys would soon make front page news on the 
local paper.
 
Cooper Campbell, architect, was on a sabbatical of 
sorts. He had decided to take his life in a new 
direction. With the help of a friend Amy Douglass 
accepted a position as an architecture teacher at 
Augusta State University. His double masters in 
Architecture and in Social Anthropology would finally 
come in use. In the fall he would be teaching four 
courses in Architectural business, and one in 
architectural anthropology. 

His new position would not begin until the summer, when 
he would teach one summer session, but he took two 
months of accumulated leave to begin preparing 
lectures. He cashed out his 4.5% stake in LeMarco and 
LeMarco Architects for a considerable profit. Enough, 
if invested wisely would more than make up for the pay 
cut.

Additionally he had accepted a retainer to design a new 
theater for the Augusta Ballet Company and was in the 
running for a larger project for a new national capitol 
building in the Caribbean nation of Antigua. Besides 
all this he had been writing a series of treatises on 
Sexuality, Christianity and Open Societies. The first 
was due to be published in The Methodist Social 
Chronicle as an op-ed piece this very week. 

A second was under consideration by Salon.com. He was 
proud of his work in the piece for the Social 
Chronicle. It used theological history to show the 
modern notion that sex is inherently dirty and should 
be hidden was a 4th century construct, unknown to the 
first generation of Hellenic Christians. But, he knew 
that the Salon piece, using social history rather than 
scriptures to support his proposition of sexual 
openness would, if picked up by Salon, would have a 
hundred times as many readers. All in all he was 
feeling pretty good about abandoning the corporate 
world of greed, for the academic world of ideas.
 
***
 
Sitting in front of his computer he labored on a 
particularly sticky paragraph. From behind him he hear 
Bonnie's footsteps. "OK, Mr. Professor, enough for now. 
I think you work more hours now than you did before you 
quit LeMarco's."
 
The phone rang. Bonnie answered. A very terse voice 
said, "This is Dr. Collins, the Principal at Jeff 
Davis, We have a problem and would like you to come up 
to the school as soon as possible."
 
Bonnie's heart raced, she had never gotten a call from 
a teacher, let alone the principal "Is Misty OK? Is she 
in some kind of trouble?"
 
"No, she's fine and let's talk when you get here?" and 
the phone went dead.
 
"Cooper" Bonnie yelled "That was the school, something 
is wrong" The phone rang again. This time it was her 
friend Trisha, she was very upset sounding "Bonnie, I 
just got a call from Byron; he is in trouble at school. 
Its something about beach pictures of you and Misty."
 
Bonnie had not been secretive with there friends in her 
tanning group about going to the nude beach, after all 
they all tanned sans tops with her every week in August 
and most of September. Even so, when she told them she 
had gone to a nude beach, it was mildly scandalous. 
That is not to say they didn't pepper with questions, 
especially about the naked men. She had not told them 
Misty had come with her though. After a few weeks of 
questions, she admitted that she had held a guy's penis 
while his buddies had taken photos. 

Her friends were horrified that she would end up on the 
net, they had all read such stories, but Bonnie assured 
them. "There were much better looking, and younger 
women on that beach, and on South Beach, all topless. 
If they wanted to post photos, it wouldn't be of me. 
Anyway, they promised they wouldn't."
 
Since Jill's departure over a year ago, Bonnie and 
Trish had become much closer. Trisha had been divorced 
for two years and had yet to start dating. She was not 
a bad looking woman. A short shoulder length brunet in 
her mid 30's, perhaps a size 12 or even 10 with well 
matched hips and 36 D breasts that, though attractive 
showed some effect from gravity over the years. 

She had been one of the first of her friends to shed 
her top last summer. She and her friends did a lot of 
sex talk and had been encouraging her to go 'get some' 
but she always said "I couldn't do that," though she 
did readily admit she had stared to use the vibrator 
they had bought her as a joke in April, on the first 
anniversary of her divorce.
 
"Could he have gotten any of your beach or pool photos 
from last summer?" She asked in a quivering voice.

"No, I don't see any way," Bonnie replied, though in 
her mind she wondered if Lamar had sent some to his 
friends. "Unless. unless, Lamar found them and emailed 
them to someone."
 
"No, Byron clearly said he found naked pictures of you, 
Misty and some college guys at the nude beach on a web 
site. Did Misty go with you when you went to the nude 
beach?"
 
Bonnie thought back to last summer "I didn't tell 
anyone that part. Oh God, Those college boys. They sold 
the pictures they took of us. Damn. You were right."
 
Trish added "Yep, I we told you this could happen when 
you told us that guys took your picture at the beach, 
we didn't know it was of both of you?."
 
Bonnie went on, "It's got to be those photos. Damn. I 
just got a call from the principal too; I guess I'll 
see you up at the school. I'm sorry if I caused 
problems for you guys."
 
Trisha was calmer now. "No, it was Byron who was porn 
surfing at his friends house. And he and some friends 
brought a CD of the photos to school. His dad is going 
to hit the ceiling."

After saying goodbye to Trish, Bonnie told Cooper she 
was off to the school.
 
Cooper offered to come with her, but she thought she 
would deal with this on her own. It was fortunate that 
Trish had called; she would have been blind sided. The 
high school was far enough away to give time for Bonnie 
to get her thoughts together. By the time she arrived 
she was loaded for bear if the Principal should attempt 
to do anything to Misty because of those photos.
 
The principal did not have Misty in her sights but 
Bonnie. After the preliminaries Dr. Collins says "I'm 
sure these photos could not be you and your daughter, I 
could not imagine why any mother would do such a 
thing."

"Well we did go to Miami Beach last summer and the 
dress code there is much different, but I don't know 
what that has to do with the school." Bonnie said 
calmly.
 
Dr. Collins was a large woman not much older than 
Bonnie. She was used to giving orders, and unused to 
being challenged. Her face became red "Because your 
photos ended up at my school."
 
"My photos?" I'm sure that is not possible, Bonnie 
replied, "Let me see them."
 
Dr. Collins ceremonially took out a CD from her drawer 
and placed it in a lap top on her desk, pressed some 
keys and turned the computer to face Bonnie. On the 
screen was a photo of she and Misty running on the 
beach. She recognized it as one of the first photos Rob 
had taken. 

She clicked to the next photo and then one more. She 
was very pleased at how good she looked and thought she 
and Misty looked good together. She noted the large 
logo in the corner of each photo. Later she was sure 
she remembered it was BeachNudz.com, but she didn't 
know that was the host site and not the direct link to 
the photos.
 
She shut the laptop and calmly looked up to the glaring 
Dr. Collins. "Those are not our photos; I've never seen 
them before." The Principal relaxed a little "Good, so 
this is just a case of mistaken identity. The boy who 
was selling these photos was sure it was you and 
Misty."
 
"Oh, that is Misty and I; we did visit the nude beach 
as did a number of other families with children much 
younger than Misty. It is a legal family beach with 
life guards and beach patrol. But the photos are not 
ours. Did you look at all the photos?"
 
Indignant Dr. Collins almost shouted "I most certainly 
did NOT!" Still calm Bonnie said "If you had you would 
have seen a group of college boys. They took the 
photos."
 
Still very loud, "You let them take photos of you?"
 
"It is a public beach, I couldn't keep them from doing 
so. I guess I could have stolen his camera, but like I 
said Beach Patrol was there and I would have gone to 
jail," Bonnie said sarcastically. Trying to regain the 
upper hand, "Well I'll have you know I turned all the 
other copies of this disk over to the Sheriff's office. 
I'm sure you will be talking to them soon."
 
With a contemptuous smile Bonnie said, "Good, because I 
would assume it is illegal to post photos like this on 
the web." Bonnie stood up to leave.
 
Once again the Principal tried to put Bonnie in her 
place, "I am very concerned about how you handled this 
will impact Misty's self-esteem and reputation."
 
Bonnie was already to the door, she turned briefly 
before leaving and said "Thank you for your concern, I 
will talk to her and we certainly want to know who is 
marketing these photos."
 
Dr. Collins stood dumbfounded as Bonnie walked on with 
a smile on her face. Inside she was angry. Not at the 
boys for bringing the photos to school, but for the Dr. 
Collins's hypocrisy. This was a small town and 
everybody knew every body's business.
 
Misty Campbell had no problem with her own body image. 
Not only had she spent time at a nude beach, during the 
family's trip to Miami Beach last summer. For most of 
that week she wore nothing but a thong at the beach or 
at the condo's pool. By the end of the summer she 
talked a dozen of her fiends out of their tops when at 
their home pool. She and her best friend coined the 
term EuroClub for their clique. With summer coming up 
they were planning a Euro-Club party and had almost 
decided to invite boys as well.
 
She had just turned 17 and had been sexually active 
with a number of her Euro-Club girl friends for a year 
and but had delayed having sex a boy until loosing her 
virginity just a few months ago. All this with the full 
knowledge and blessings of her parents. When she and 
her best friend, Keli, had decided to have a manage-a-
trios as a way to introduce Misty to sex with guys, 
Bonnie had even taken the two girls lingerie shopping 
for the occasion. 

Since then two other boys had spent the night with 
Misty, but they were all just friends. She was sure she 
was not ready for a real boyfriend yet, though she 
liked sex. She enjoyed dong both guys and girls, but 
most of her partners were girls for practical reasons. 

It took no subterfuge to ask one of her Euro-Club 
friends to spend the night, but to have a guy over even 
for a quickie took some planning.

She liked her body and liked to touch herself, even 
masturbating to climax on occasion, while looking into 
the mirror. She had felt strange admiring her own body, 
she talked to her mother. But Bonnie had said "No 
sweetie, that is good you appreciated your body."
 
Explicit discussions bout sex was common in the 
Campbell home, so she had no embarrassment about sex 
talk, so she didn't even hesitate to say "But, I like 
it so much. I watch myself masturbate in the mirror 
until I climax looking at myself. Doesn't that sound a 
wee bit narcissistic?"
 
He mom replied "Misty, since I had that mirror put over 
the bed last month, hardly a day hasn't gone by when I 
haven't watched as I played with myself."
 
A little later that day, when her mom and bother were 
out grocery shopping she tried it out. 

Feeling a little silly she crept down the stairs with 
her favorite vibrating dildo in hand. 
 
It wasn't like she'd never been naked in here. It was 
in her parents bed, not her own, that, in February, she 
had lost her virginity. She, Keli and Cody had opted 
for using the king sized bed that night, at least for 
the first session. By the end of the night they had 
done it in her parent's bed, the floor of the family 
room and all over the game room. 

By the time they made it to her room Cody couldn't get 
it up again, so he just watched the girls until he left 
at 1:30 AM. She had been sure to leave empty condom 
wrappers in all three rooms (two in the game room). The 
discovery of the wrappers led, the next day, to a 
detailed recitation to the family of who did what in 
what position in each of the rooms as they ate 
pepperoni and bacon at Pizza Hut. She tossed the dildo 
on the bed and pulled off the tee-shirt and thong she 
wore. 

Looking up in the mirror she ran her hands over her 
stomach and breasts. She was pleased she with her 
breast that on a good day measured 32 C. Running her 
hands over them she tingled. Her Nipples were dark pink 
and stood up above the white flesh. Having seen her 
friends topless on many occasions, and having made love 
to a number of them, she was sure none had breasts any 
better than hers, and most, she thought, were not 
nearly as nice. As she caressed she remembered the 
amazingly soft lips of Caitlin the first time they 
touched her nipples. How she had lingered for what 
seemed to be an eternity on each of Misty's tender but 
hard tips.
 
One hand involuntary descended to her smooth shaven 
labial mound, as she felt of her own sex, she thought 
of how each of her friends labia's were different, but 
all were beautiful. As her hands explored her other and 
then inner lips she remembered the sex of each of the 
six girls she had discovered over the past year. She 
imagined it was Keli's fingers, and then Rebecca's 
tongue, then she pressed three fingers in as Connie 
likes to do. All the while she watched herself. She 
pushed up on her hips so she could have a clear view of 
the dildo sliding in.
 
Lying nude on the duvet cover, she thought of a day 
last month she watched a real penis going in and out of 
her mom's pussy as she lay on this fabric, and not that 
of her father.
 
It was a rainy day in March; she had been allowed to 
drive home for lunch. The swimming pool supply 
company's truck was in the drive, so she parked her 
green beetle on the street. That was odd, how could he 
be working on the pool in the rain. She knew the Mr. 
Newell from the pool store. He was good looking and 
wasn't very politically correct how he looked at women. 
He'd seen him try shamelessly to look down her mom's 
shirt before. 

The house was quite, something told her not to announce 
her presence. Inside the door, she slipped off her 
jacket and shoes and turned left to the family room. 
Due to the rain, the room was dark for 11:00, but the 
lights were on in her parent's bedroom. As she neared, 
above the sound of the rain, she heard noises coming 
from her mom's room. As she crept forward she knew full 
well what the sounds meant. By now she knew the sound 
of sex and before she moved into a position to see she 
knew what was going on.
 
She crept behind the couch and she peeked around she 
could only see her mother's shoulder moving up and 
down, but she could see nothing else from where she 
was. She wanted a better view. Since she could tell her 
mom's back was to her, she ghosted across the room and 
moved up behind the book-self. Now she was just feet 
from her parent's door, even before peering around the 
case, she could hear the squeaking of the mattress and 
voices. Cautiously she looked around; he mother sat on 
her knees on the right side of the bed. 

The tips of her hair were dark with moisture as sweat 
ran down her back in tiny rivulets, converging into a 
stream that disappeared between her spread ass cheeks. 
Slamming down on thick dark haired thighs with a 
shudder sweat droplets flew in the air. Her mom arched 
her back and up went the soft flesh of her buttocks. 
Lifting, her inner lips griped a bright green condom 
clad penis until enough shaft showed that Misty could 
grip it with out touching her mother, then down to an 
another thigh shaking thump. 

The sweat told Misty her mom had been at this for some 
time. She was so close she imagined she could smell 
their sex. A tightness in her crotch begged to be 
satisfied, but her tight pants precluded pleasuring 
herself as she watched from behind the bookcase.
 
For twenty minutes she crouched watching her mother and 
the owner of the pool supply shop. Some, half-way 
through, the man rolled over on her mom. This 
necessitated Misty to move more in the open to see. Her 
mom wrapped her legs around the pool man's waist, 
holding him tight as they did the missionary position. 
She never realized how big a man's balls could be. They 
nearly completely covered her view of his penis sliding 
in and out. Her mom released her legs and moved to the 
left and he stood on his knee's and rolling her mother 
onto her side. 

Misty could see her mother's whole body now as she lay 
crossways across the bed. Misty ducked for cover 
fearing her mom might see her. But after peeking for a 
few minutes, she confident that her mom's lover had all 
her attention. He was holding up her mom's right leg up 
horizontally as he worked hard enough for the "slap, 
slap, slap" to fill the room. Again, her clit begged 
for attention as she watched in full profile her mom 
having sex. But again, she was in no position to 
satisfy that urge.
 
At precisely 11:25 the alarm on her phone went off. She 
jumped back behind the bookcase. She began to turn it 
off, but was sure her mom and her lover had heard. 
Thinking quickly, she dropped it on the floor and 
slipped into the kitchen doorway behind her. 

Her heart beat so hard it hurt. She thought her 
breathing was so loud the neighbors could hear. From 
the family room, she could hear her mom walking toward 
the bookcase and the kitchen door beyond it. The steps 
stopped.
 
"It's my daughter's phone, she must have dropped it 
here on the floor when she went to school," Bonnie 
called back to the man on her bed.
 
Misty thought she was in the clear.
 
"While I'm up I'm going to get a drink, do you want 
one?" her mom continued.
 
"Sure," the male voice answered.
 
Misty froze as her mom stepped completely naked into 
the kitchen. Her body glistened with the beads of 
perspiration and her face ruddy with exertion. Then she 
saw the grin on her face, and almost fell in relief.

Bonnie put her finger to her lips and whispered "You 
wicked girl. Watching your mommy get laid."

Misty whispered back, "You wicked mom, getting laid by 
the pool man, what will dad say?"
 
Bonnie grabbed two Cokes, and whispered "He'll be sorry 
he didn't get to watch." She handed Misty the phone "I 
figured you'd want this back. Don't be late for class" 
and danced out the door.
 
Once her heart was back to normal rate she grabbed a 
Sprite and a Dannon Yogurt, and stole a glance around 
the door frame. There was no way the pool man would see 
Misty leave, her mom was now sitting on his face as she 
sucked on his penis in the 69 position. As Misty 
crossed the room her mom looked up and winked. Misty 
wagged her finger at her mom before heading to the 
door.
 
As she thought this memory through, imagining it was 
the pool man was the dildo and her mother was watching 
from the family room. Here hips began to undulate, and 
watching herself involuntary fucking the dildo pushed 
her further toward orgasm her first orgasm.
 
She kept this up for three rounds of climax and 
resolution until she couldn't move any more. The power 
of orgasm after orgasm sapped her strength. Eventually, 
she could hear her mother and brother had returned and 
were unloading the groceries. There was something 
erotic about watching them through the open door come 
and go carrying bags of groceries, oblivious to her 
presence as she laid spread eagle exhausted from making 
love to herself. Her left hand still lay on her pelvis. 

As if on its own, the middle finger began to stimulate 
her sensitive clit. With her eyes closed she again 
imagined the pool man was back. Now with her mom really 
out in the living room, she imagined he had come for a 
anther midday te-ta-te with her mom and the footsteps 
she heard were the two of them coming in to the room 
ready to make love, only to find her naked in the bed 
masturbating. Of course she knew the footsteps were 
just her mom's. 

She knew full well she had entered her bed room, but 
she kept up the fantasy. She kept going and going, the 
orgasm was eluding her. Finally she opened her eyes, in 
the mirror she saw her naked body tensed, ready to 
climax, and by the dresser her mom watching her. That 
did it, the last nudge over and watching her mother 
watch her, she came to a shuttering climax. It wasn't 
the biggest climax she'd ever had, but it went on and 
on for a good dozen cycles of contractions before her 
bare bottom fell to the bed.
 
"I meant try the mirror some time, I didn't mean 
immediately," Bonnie said with a pleasant tone. Misty 
just lay panting.
 
Bonnie continued "Now you owe me, last time you walked 
in while I was playing with myself, you interrupted me, 
as you did when I was doing Dwain Carter. But did I 
stop you before you came? Nooo and next time you won't 
stop me. It's not like I care if you watch, just let me 
finish."

Such was the open and supportive family in which Misty 
lived. It would not be until after school that word 
would begin to get around as to why three students, two 
of them honor students had been suspended; however in a 
school of just over a thousand, were almost forty disks 
had been sold, every student's email box held at least 
a few photos of Misty and her mom by dinner time. As 
soon as Misty arrived home from school, Bonnie and 
Cooper explained what had happened and how the school 
had responded. Misty thought for a moment, she was 
actually a bit excited that the some of the guys at 
school might see her nude in the photos. Now she was a 
real live web girl.
 
She and asked her mom "Did I look good?"
 
Bonnie put her hand over her girl's shoulder, "From 
what I saw you did. Your Dad has been looking for the 
site for an hour so we can see the whole set."
 
"Is Dad mad?" Misty asked.
 
"Only at the school." He went on a rant for about an 
hour how this is exactly what he is writing about.

Keli; however, did not live in such supportive 
environment. Like a number of her
friends, her parents had only allowed her access to the 
internet with the
understanding the computer stayed on the table in the 
corner of the den. Her mother and step-father were very 
adamant that their daughter would be protected from all 
the smut on the net. 

As a matter of course she, upon coming home from school 
opened up her email. She had two accounts. One account, 
her parents knew about and insisted on seeing. Her 
friends used that one send boring stuff, like home work 
assignments. She also had a second Hotmail account that 
held the juicy stuff, like her friends telling the 
raunchy details of last night's date.
 
She was opens the account and she had four emails with 
identical tag lines and apparently sent to everyone at 
school. She said to herself, "Someone is trying to get 
something out."
 
Her mom walking by said, "Did you say something honey?"
 
"No, Mom," Keli answered. "I was talking to myself."
 
Her mom said "OK. I'm running up the store for a few 
things". As soon as the door shut, with out bothering 
to open any of the mail in the main account, she opened 
a new window to her hotmail account. On that account 
she had eight messages, several were apparently the 
same message from the other account. Now curious about 
what was so important. It was from a Yahoo account she 
did not recognize.
 
The text read

Fellow Students,
 
It seems we have a celebrity in our midst. She even has 
her own web site.
 
You might know her as a quite book worm or the 
yearbook/school newspaper photographer or the nice 
Christian church girl.
 
But now Misty Campbell is the first girl in our school 
to have her own porno website - and even better she 
shares it with her Sunday School teacher mom.
 
Here are some reduced sized previews, but it will take 
$20 and some searching to find the rest.
 
Tell Misty what you think of her pics tomorrow, I'm 
sure she will be glad you did.
 
Scrolling down she saw six photos of what were very 
clearly Misty and her mom, nude on the beach. She knew 
full well where and when these photos had been taken 
because Misty had told her all about it. But where had 
the photos come from? Looking closer she saw a web 
logo, but it had been blurred out, "Oh God!" she said 
aloud. "Oh my God!"
 
Not only was she worried about Misty, she was cringing 
about what would happen if her mom and step-dad found 
out. She would never be able to see Misty again. She 
was sure of it.
 
Quickly reopening the main account, she deleted all the 
messages without even opening them. Then reconsidering, 
she restored them and had then sent to the junk mail 
bin, then had it emptied. That should keep anyone from 
finding it.
 
She deleted the duplicates in her hotmail account, but 
left one on the hotmail server, after all the photos 
were sexy and she would definitely want to see them 
again. When she heard her mom's car in the drive she 
closed the window.
 
"Mom" she said after helping put away the groceries 
"Misty called and would like me to come over to work on 
our Algebra together. Is that OK?"
 
"Sure, but eat first."
 
Keli went to the room and turned on her radio before 
calling Misty.
 
Misty's cell rang. There had been a torrent of calls 
from virtually everyone she knew. Almost every call 
started with "Misty, did you know what someone emailed 
me?"
 
After the third call she just said "Yea, someone took 
pictures of me in Miami, so far the one's I've seen are 
pretty good. I just hope the rest are as flattering, do 
you know where I can get a copy of the whole set?"

All of her friends already knew she had gone to the 
nude beach and were just calling to lend support and to 
ask if it were all right they come over. Those who just 
were looking to ambush her simply hung up with "Just 
thought you'd like to know" After an hour or so, 
Misty's friends had begun showing up and she stopped 
answering unless the caller ID showed it was one of her 
close friends.
 
Keli picked up Cody on the way. She had to drive fast 
because her mom said "Have Mrs. Campbell call me when 
you get there." 
 
***

When she arrived at Misty's at about 7:00 there were 
already a number friends, all Euro-Clubbers and some of 
their boyfriends. Bonnie didn't mind calling Keli's 
mom, she had been through this drill before and knew to 
tell Keli's mom she had been there for 15 minutes to 
cover the time it took to pick up Cody.
 
Rebecca with her bo, Samuel, arrived with at about 8:00 
bearing a copy of the CD. Handing it to Misty, saying 
"Now I had to promise not to say who I got this from 
and that I'd return it by 10:00, but here is the whole 
set."
 
Friends and family tried to crowd into the small study 
but It was not big enough, so Cooper told everyone to 
wait in the family room.
 
The whole Campbell family, and a dozen or so of Misty's 
friends were in the living room. Samuel asked if he and 
the other guys should leave the room before the look at 
the pictures.
 
Misty stood up in front of their big screen TV, "I want 
all of you to believe me, I am not ashamed of these 
pictures. I'm not ashamed of my body. If I was I 
wouldn't have gone to a nude beach in the first place. 
I think you guys all know, that for several days I went 
topless at our hotel pool and on the beach before I 
asked my mom to take me to the nude beach. I've seen 
the hotel photos, I've showed them to Keli and Cody and 
they thought they were very nice." Looking to the study 
door "Dad, could you put the photos of me at the hotel 
on that CD?"
 
"No problem, if you're sure that is what you want to 
do. It will just take a few minutes more," Cooper 
called from the study. 

Keli had been fretting for two hours about what to tell 
people asked, "So what do you want us to say when 
people start talking about this?"
 
Misty thought for a second and said, "Tell them that I 
have a healthy self image and don't see any reason to 
be embarrassed." Rebecca rejoined "But going with your 
mother to a nude beach?" Bonnie had to respond "Tell 
them her mother has a healthy self-image too. Or you 
could just ask how many people would pay $20.00 to see 
their mother naked." 
 
This brought a round of laughter. 
 
Haley said "I'll say I just wish I'd been there."
 
Cooper had copied the whole disk to his hard drive, now 
he dragged another hundred photos or so into the 
directory then burned it onto a CD that could be shown 
on the DVD player.
 
The CD was passed to Misty, who ordered the lights 
dimmed.
 
The first few photos were basic vacation pics, smiling 
and pointing. Then came the first photo of Bonnie and 
Misty from the rear, wearing their thongs and cover-
up's standing by the elevator.

"Look at Misty's ass. Go girl." Keli said in support.
 
The next two were side angels. The camera's flash cut 
right through the sheer fabric, showing a good 
silhouette of both mother's and daughter's breasts. 
Next came several dozen photos taken at the pool. The 
first few showed only Misty wearing the cover-up 
clowning, but the third photo was of her mom going 
topless.

Cody whispered, "Nice rack" into Keli's ear, she 
elbowed him. The rest of that day's photos showed one 
or the other, or both, wearing only a tiny thong, so 
small it was not even visible in many shots. What was 
also visible was the fact that most of the other young 
women around the pool were also topless.

"For the record" Bonnie said, motioning to Misty to 
pause the slide-show on a frame that showed a good half 
dozen topless girls and women in the background "note 
that we are as the saying goes 'When in Rome, doing as 
the Romans'.
 
Cody added "Thin I vote we move to Rome", which 
resulted in a second elbow in the stomach by Keli.

The other friends in the room sat in stone silence. 
Bonnie broke the tension by saying "If at lest you guys 
don't start making a lewd comment about me I'll never 
invite you back."
 
A girl's voice perked up "I don't know about the guys, 
but I think your hot Mrs. C."
 
"Your damn straight she is," Samuel added.
 
A third voice, male's, made a barely audible "nice 
tits", and soon there were anatomical and off color 
comments about Bonnie, Misty, and the girls in the back 
ground as the slide show resumed.
 
The photos cycled through the more pool and beach 
shots.
 
Misty stopped the show with a photo of her mom sitting 
at a cabaña bar wearing only her thong speaking to a 
good looking Hispanic man. "Keli, that's the guy I told 
you about. I had no idea what was about to happen, I 
just thought it was sexy to see mom flirting with 
strangers wearing practically nothing."
 
Connie piped up "What are you talking about."
 
"Nothing" Misty said and advanced to the next photo; 
one of her mom walking toward the camera, now wearing 
the cover-up that was sticking to her breasts making it 
so that nothing was covered. Her was face pink and 
sweat drops shone on her face and arms. In a much lower 
tone she leaned over to Keli, "This was taken when she 
came down stairs. I had no idea why she was so hot."
 
"OK," Connie insisted. "What are you talking about?"
 
"Nothing," Misty insisted.
 
"Right," Connie said with an irritated tone.
 
"No secrets," Haley chided.
 
Bonnie spoke up, "Go ahead and tell her."
 
"OK, if you say so," Misty said and turned back to the 
previous image. "See this guy, notice the huge bulge in 
his Speedo." Though only a few noticed before, on the 
46 inch screen his erection was plain to see.

"Well, he is a big time big shot and lives in the 
penthouse. Not fifteen
minutes after I took this picture, mom pretends she had 
to go to the bathroom and goes upstairs."
 
Bonnie interrupted, "I did need to go."
 
"Well, she conveniently decides not to use the one at 
the pool area. He follows her and next thing you know 
they are on the deck of the penthouse doing the dirty 
deed." She brings up the slide of a sweaty Bonnie. 
"Then before her fries gets cold she's back down 
telling us she just got laid."
 
All eyes swung over to Bonnie who was sitting next to 
her husband on the love seat. "No way," Rebecca said 
incredulously.
 
Bonnie, who now loved to shock said, "No, that's not 
really what happened." The audience looked 
disappointed. "The fries were cold when I got back. He 
wasn't satisfied with once, after we did it on the deck 
he we did it a second time on the couch before I came 
down."
 
Rebecca, in particular looked shocked, "Really? You're 
just teasing us aren't you?"
 
"I'm sorry if you think I'm trashy, but that is exactly 
what happened" Bonnie said; now sure she had made a 
huge error of judgment. "I just figured I would never 
again be seduced in a Cuban millionaire's penthouse, so 
I decided to just go for it."
 
Haley, a buxom dark brunette, whom Bonnie didn't know 
very well, said "That is the coolest thing I've ever 
heard." 
 
Followed by Jeannette who said "And to come down and 
tell your family you just got laid, it's fuckin' beyond 
hot." 
 
Then Rebecca said, "I hope I'm like you when I get your 
age."
 
Bonnie felt less apprehensive "Thanks. I think - what 
do you mean my age?"
 
Misty continued the photos with the shots from the 
snorkeling trip. 

Several girls commented about how small her bikini was 
but one particular photo caught their attention as 
being especially hot. Misty was just coming up on deck 
her snorkeling gear on. Her hair was slicked back and 
pale blue thong bikini of the previous photo, was not 
like light blue tinted glass. Not only did the big 
screen show her nipples in detail through the sheer wet 
fabric, but in the next, closer up photo, her lips and 
clit were on display, framed by the blue border 
material.
 
"Wow, that's hot!" Jeannette's boyfriend gasped.
 
"Yea" Misty said "It took a most of the trip back 
before our suits were opaque again. It was a real turn-
on to be so exposed. My nipples stayed hard for the 
longest time." And sure enough in the next dozen or so 
photos her see-through bikini reveled stiff nipples, as 
did Bonnie's.
 
Misty paused before the next image "That is why when we 
got back I asked mom to take me to the beach were I 
could just go "all the way" and see what it would be 
like completely naked in public." 
 
She cued up the next photos. The first few were full 
frontal nudes of Bonnie. On the 46" screen the shot of 
Bonnie from knees to head was almost life sized. 
Someone gasped and a guy said "Wow!"
 
When the first one of Misty came up she stopped and 
said "I loved it. It is so different from even topless 
with a thong. I know I'm only showing a few inches more 
skin, but it's just different." 
 
Connie said "You are so beautiful."
 
In the photo she stood, legs shoulder with apart, one 
hip thrust out with her hands on her hips. Her barely 
tanned breast stood out from her body with the nipples 
dark and pointed, the smooth tanned stomach slowly gave 
way to skin of increasingly light tones. The two halves 
of her cleanly shaved labia arched forward from her 
pelvic bone. Between them, slightly darker lips peeked 
out making her inner lips the natural point of focus.
"That is a great picture" Bonnie said of her daughter.
 
"Can I have on for my locker?" Cody jibed.
 
When the slide show resumed, there was a series of 
photos showing both Bonnie and Misty running on the 
beach, slashing in the water, and playing Frisbee.
 
The girls began to go on about how good Bonnie and 
Misty looked together. The boys were consciously 
silent.
The next set was of Bonnie playing model, posing 
standing, and then laying in the water then laying 
spread eagle in the sand for a beaver shot.
 
"Oh, Mrs. C, you have to take me there," Keli gushed.
 
"Next summer maybe we girls can all take a road trip" 
Bonnie said happily.
 
Then came a similar set of Misty, eliciting several 
comments of increasingly explicit nature.
 
The next photo of both of them was fairly close, as 
many had been shot from a distance, both leaning 
forward, side by side, hands on their knees, facing the 
camera. It was cute, the following were more erotic. 
The images were the same photo only taken from behind 
them. The screen contained two sets of rounded, tan 
globes connected to long dark legs. Though they seemed 
to be a matched set, the one on the left was clearly 
thicker in all respects. In the low in the valley 
between the globes, lay a horizontal cleft. 

Emerging from each of the matching clefts came the 
perfectly matched. frilly scalloped edges of pink 
orchids just opening to the sun. Every one in the room 
could swear they could smell the special fragrance of 
the feminine orchid as it called to every libido that 
loved womanhood to "Come and be sated in me.
 
Samuel burst out "You're killing me, what I wouldn't 
give to see that in person."
 
"And what would you do if you saw that view in person?" 
Bonnie said as the frame moved to a different view of 
the naked women. Now the images were far larger than 
life sized."
 
With out hesitation "Fuck the shit out of both of 
them."
 
"Good, I was just making sure. I maybe we can make room 
for you on our road trip," Bonnie quipped. She looked 
over to him and the bulge in his shorts was large. He 
looked back with clear lust in his eyes. It was 
unnerving and flattering that one of Misty's friends 
should look at her that way.
 
The final couple of dozen were different group shots of 
Bonnie, Misty and the college guys, much to the 
enjoyment to the girls present. The first few were just 
standing poses, them moving to hugging. It was obvious 
that as the photos got more physical the dick's got 
harder and longer.
 
"Oh boy, it's the girls turn to lust now," Jeannette 
said.
 
In the last few fully erect penises were evident on all 
three guys.
 
"And did you two have a party with these guys?" 
Jeannette asked Misty smiled and cued the next photo, 
she knew nothing had happened but there was no reason 
to tell them.
 
The last few were of Bonnie and a guy that had not been 
in the other photos.
 
Bonnie explained he had been the photographer of the 
other photos. The girls hooted for he was indeed a 
hunk, and from the first he sported a full erection. In 
one photo he stood behind Bonnie cupping her breasts. 
In the next few his hands still on her breasts, he 
turned her so they were clearly deep kissing, with her 
gripping his penis in her hand. The room had again gone 
quite.
 
"Go Mrs. C," said Keli breaking the momentary silence.
 
"If you don't do him I sure want to," Connie said.
 
In the next photo they stood face to face, his erection 
pressed firmly on her stomach and his hands gripping 
her ass. The next was the same except his lips held one 
of her nipples. 

In the next photo they were still facing each other but 
he had one hand pushing his penis down between her 
legs. In the last he held her leg up high, the full 
head of his penis was nestled in her lips. It was not 
evident if he was not yet in her or not. The next photo 
was much closer up. Now everyone could see the deep red 
head was nestled between Bonnie's pink lips.
 
Misty paused, "Do you really want to see the next one?"
 
There was a universal cheer "Yes."
 
The audience expected to see half his tool buried in 
her in the next photo. But the next photo was back to 
the beginning.
 
"OK Ms. C, where are the rest?" Keli complained.
 
"That's it," Misty said.
 
"But where are the pics of him doing you?" Keli 
pursued.
 
"He didn't fuck her," Misty answered sensing Bonnie was 
not believed "I was there, we left right after that."
 
"Really" Bonnie added "That was it. I'm not going to 
say that I would have stopped if Misty hadn't been 
there. OK, I'm sure I wouldn't have stopped if Misty 
hadn't been there, but she was, so I stopped and we 
left." Still the audience was not satisfied "Keli, I 
told you about doing the Cuban. And did I object to you 
girls seeing the photos of me doing men on our cruise 
last February? I'm no more ashamed of having sex than 
Misty is. I just didn't do it this time. OK."
 
The all sat for a few moments.
 
Haley stood up "I think you guys are the greatest. The 
photos are great, and we will all stand up for Misty; 
you two are my role models."
 
With that motion the group agreed and soon every one 
was out the door. Well almost everyone, Misty had asked 
Keli and Cody to stay for a while but she had to get 
home. Rachel and Samuel who were not in such a rush had 
gone up to Misty's room.
 
Bonnie walking from the door said "That went well. I'm 
just tired and think I'll lie down."

Misty looked askance. "Tired, after being on display 
like that? Are you dead or something? I'm so turned I 
can hardly stand it."
 
"OK, you got me, I am too, but I have your father to 
take care of me. And if I know him, having those 
teenage guys look at me naked will have him ready to 
go. Sorry it's solo time for you."
Misty turned to go to the kid's wing "Not likely," and 
she headed up stairs.
 
The next morning when Bonnie went in to wake Misty up, 
three empty condom wrappers were on the dresser.
 
To be continued...
 
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