Double Shoot

Svetlana Mega

Double Shoot

Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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Now I realize that my mentality isn't pure. Although I'd want to believe it's just a typical man's imagination, I can now state with certainty that even a fleeting thought of mine may cause a sailor to flush, all because of what happened recently. My perspective has changed, as if I were looking through a different lens, and if there's one thing I can say with certainty, it's that one's perception is crucial. It can change the meaning of the most fundamental things. A reddish hue is achieved. Tears turn into sweat. Instead, sexual relations devolve into incest.

Maybe "filthy mind" is a better description. All that matters are the details. As befits my profession, I take a one-point view, similar to a snapshot. But it wasn't until lately that this shadow side, or id, as Freud would put it, started to seep into my work, subtly impacting both the subjects I photographed and the reactions they received. It's ironic that this sinister path also had innocent beginnings.

My interest in photography evolved into something more substantial than just a hobby. A camera was always present in my family's lives when I was growing up. There were more picture albums than books scattered over the house. There was graphic documentation of every significant life event, no matter how small. Under the cellophane, in binders on shelves, is a record of every significant event in my life, from my sister's first steps to my graduation, birthdays, holidays, and family trips. Behind the camera, my dad would take pictures whenever he got the chance. Looking at these moments via a lens instead of his own eyes makes me wonder if he truly experienced them. Despite his immense talent, I find it funny to reflect on my childhood recollections of my father mostly accompanied by the sound of clicking and flashes of light.

I overcame my fear of the camera and began to include photography into my everyday life. I suppose I inherited my dad's keen eye for photography, because I was an instant pro with a camera. I felt completely at ease with the lighting and framing. The manual for my first SLR, which I received when I was sixteen years old, was something I devoted every waking moment to learning. Everything from ISOs to F-stops to shutter speeds was crystal clear to me. Thus, this became my vocation, as one could expect. I adapted to the changing times, but my heart always belonged to film.

I began offering my photographic services as a freelancer the moment I earned my bachelor's degree and the years passed. The publication of numerous senior projects in multiple local and one national magazine gave me a great head start, although the process was far from easy at initially. After this, I moved into the city proper from my parents' house, which was on the outskirts of San Francisco. I was fortunate enough to have a lovely apartment that served as both my studio and my home, and good fortune continued to smile on me. You can see that I seemed to have everything under control, but occasionally things can derail your plans.

Dinner with the family was a weekly occurrence. For generations, it had been a tradition in my family. There were four of us, and we were all rushing to set the table while passing cheerful small talk about. I overheard my mother as I was pouring the wine and making jokes with Dad about my latest photo shoot.

With the pasta in the sink, she spoke to Kayle and asked, "Have you told your brother yet?"

Kayle glanced at me and shook her head in disapproval. "Mm-Mmm."

My sister and I exchanged looks, and I said, "One sec. pops." "What's up?"

As she settled into her seat, she rolled her eyes. Thanks, Mom. It's a bit of a revelation, but I was planning to wait until after dinner.

"What is happening?"Again, I inquired.

"Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity," my dad added as he started servicing himself.

My mom poured herself a glass of wine and snuggled back, saying, "Let her tell him, Charles."

"You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, Kayle took a deep breath and turned to me. The reaction has been really encouraging, and I've been enjoying myself immensely while doing it. Like you and photography, I have an innate talent for it. Especially for curvy women like Mom and me, I have a great sense of style that is flirtatious and enjoyable.

"Something for girls with curves," Pops said with a laugh, raising his glass to his lips.

Hey there, Charles!As a result of Mom's napkin swat, Dad flinched.

Irrespective of its intended meaning, Dad's remark was nearly spot on. My sisters and mother were both physically attractive, but I hadn't paid much attention to their figures. They aren't overweight because of their yoga practice, but they do have the curvaceous figures that men tend to find appealing.

"Anyway, I've been immersing myself in this, and last week, my professor shared some images of my work with her buddy, and they were absolutely thrilled!"They asked to see more, and I want to blow them away."

"Holy crap, Kayle! That's awesome!"

She was absolutely overjoyed. "I know, right?" she exclaimed. A broad smile spread across her lips, and her emerald eyes gleamed with delight. "Right now, they're only interested in a handful of my pieces. I have a swimsuit, a few tops and shorts, and a summer dress. My next goal is to showcase my abilities and take it to the next level in terms of presentation and style. So, Jason," she began to manipulate her cutlery around her plate. "I was wondering..."

"You want me to be your photographer, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay you. It would mean a lot to me, and you are the best photographer I know."

"Sis, don't worry about it. We're family; I got your back." I cracked up. We need to know: "So, what are your thoughts?""

"I was considering a trip to the beach. I thought it would be the perfect setting to showcase my spring and summer wardrobe. It's just a thought."

In response, I grinned and said, "No, I like it." "Have you thought about models yet?"

Wide eyes widened in her. She grabbed her mouth and said, "Oh no, I completely forgot." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Sorry, Mom! I keep swearing around you."

Mom dismissed it. "Honey, I keep telling you; you're twenty-one. You're an adult."

"I know. It's still weird."

I asked, "When did you want to do it?" I was trying very hard to return to the subject.

"What?" Kayle asked me directly. "Oh, I was hoping by the end of next week. I don't want the offer to grow too cold, you know."

I said, "Gotcha," while thinking deeply. "I don't know who I can grab with this kind of notice. How many girls do you need?"

"Just one. I want to keep it simple."

"What about you?" Dad inquired of Kayle. "This is your line. You're a lovely girl. Couldn't you do it?"

"I don't have any trouble doing it. Hell, I wear the clothes anyway, but isn't that a little tacky to showcase your line like that?" Kayle inquired.

My hand shook in disapproval. "I wouldn't recommend it. You want it to appear like your line is for anyone and everyone. That message may not come across if all they see is you in your clothes."

"Hell, then use your mom."

Another smack from her as she yelled out, "Charles!" on him.

"What? Why not?"

My gaze sped up to our mom in an instant. She is Kayle's source of charisma, although I never gave her any attention. Her mixed Irish and Japanese ancestry showed in her beautiful features. Her shoulder-length, crimson hair was always cropped short. The wine may have brought out her lovely skin, pink cheeks, almond-shaped green eyes, and petite frame. Oh, I must admit, she would be ideal.

"Oh, that would be so awesome, Mom! Please! It's just a couple of dresses and swimsuits!" cried Kayle.

Like, "Swimsuits, nice!" I said in jest.

"Jason!" Mom shot me an icy stare.

"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just the photographer." I burst out laughing. "I'm sure they're not harmful anyway, Mom. It's not like your daughter's been spending hours crafting bikinis."

As the room fell silent, Kayle shrank into her chair.

"Aren't those bikinis?" Mom inquired.

A bashful nod was Kayle's response.

I looked over to my mom instead of Kayle. There was a hint of unease that I could detect. "Well, Mom," I shrugged and said. "I'm down, if you are. It's always exciting to work with a new model. You game?"

She stole a quick look in my direction, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the glint in her eye. Mama shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "The things I do for my kids," she quipped, gulping down her drink and nodding in agreement.

Kayle and I were back in her office, which was formerly our basement, an hour after we had replenished our glasses and eaten. Postcards from different style periodicals now adorn the freshly painted walls. Sewing machines and many sizing mannequins now fill the spot were my initial dark room stood. It is life, I suppose.

"They're right over here," she remarked, snatching a movable clothing rack. With a series of mumbled yeses and noes, she organized the hangers into her desired arrangement. At last, she took a few and spread them out on her desk.

Her sigh betrayed her agreement. "What do you think?"

I inquired, "You did all this?" as I went to retrieve a coral summer dress.

She sipped her wine and fidgeted before saying, "Yup." "That's one of my favorites."

After placing it down, I took up another. "This is incredible, Kayle."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Absolutely. I'm impressed, seriously. Are you sure you have enough time to size them all up for Mom?" I put forward.

She grinned. "They shouldn't be that far away," she remarked with a smile. Do you see the garment mannequin?"I call her Lucy," she said, gesturing toward a mannequin outfitted with measuring dials.

I arched an eyebrow. "A baby named after Mom, huh? That's interesting. Guess who you had as your first model? Mom.

"Indeed," Kayle said with a proud grin. A few years ago, I made sure it was the perfect size for her. As she studied her reflection in the mirror, she remarked, "I use myself for most of my work now, but we aren't too far off from each other."

I arched an eyebrow as I lifted one of her bikinis and said, "That's convenient because you don't have much room to work with on some of these." She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror.

"Not ashamed of showing off a little skin, I see," I said to myself.

“Hey, you know me,” she said with a smile. Display it proudly if you have it.

My mother is going to show it off, therefore I'm worried about you.

Then she shrugged. "If it sells my goods, I have no problem with her showing hers," she said with delight.

As she giggled, I felt compelled to roll my eyes.

In the mirror, she saw me, and her expression softened.

"Thank you for doing this, Jason. It means a lot to me," she stated in response. "And, even though she won't say it, it means a lot to Mom, too."

"You're welcome," I remarked before halting the process of hanging the garments back. Oddity seemed to be in her words. "Wait, why do you think it meant a lot to Mom? Isn't she-"

As she faced me, she scolded herself with a shake of her head.

Saying, "It's nothing," she continued. "Forget I said anything."

"Wait a minute, Kayle. Come on. What's going on?"

She inhaled deeply. What does that mean? "It's strange," she remarked. "It's like... She's just happier when you're around."

"Mom? But she's always happy."

With a shrug, Kayle dismissed the question. "Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure. I mean, she seems more so around you, but you're not here much and Dad is. I think something is going on between the two of them."

I put my glass down. "You think they're fighting?"

Shaking her head, she expressed her disapproval. They never do it in front of me, but I can hear their murmurs through the walls, so I know they are there. That's not true, though.

While dining, they appeared to be alright. They were behaving in the same way, you know?

"Even though they say we are adults, they still try to keep things from us," she said, making eye contact with me. I think they're trying to play it cool. Some kind of tension is continually permeating the atmosphere, and I have no idea what it is. Sincerely, most are passed on from Dad. His workday ends late, he goes out, and he returns home late again. Night after night, he comes here, but... Its nature eludes me. I don't even think they're having sex anymore. They were really animated when you left for college, but they haven't done anything in over a year. She shook her head in disbelief. "Really, it must be frustrating for her."

"Kayle, I am grateful. I can finally get some rest tonight after hearing about our parents' lack of good bedside manners.

I was hit on the arm by her. "Listen, Jason, I'm being very serious right now. I'm worried about her.

"And for Dad, no?"That's what I inquired.

I looked up at her as she said, "Not really. I know it's kind of messed up to say that, but I feel like he's leaving her high and dry here." She tapped the side of her glass for a bit before continuing to speak.

With a sigh, I said, "There's a lot of guesswork involved."

According to Kayle, "You're right, it is," but she couldn't provide an alternative explanation, so she just shrugged. I wouldn't be shocked if Mom is the sole reason they haven't split; she's always the one who seems to be the most upbeat. Her wish would be for us to remain a close-knit family.

"You might be right."

Kayle swirled her drink and remarked, "I think I am." I was taken aback because I didn't see any tears as she stared into my eyes. "That's why I think it's good that she's doing this."

"What makes you say that?"

With a shrug, Kayle dismissed the question. She drank deeply from her wine and said, "She just... You're her boy."

With a smile on my face, I acknowledged Kayle's comment, and I promised myself that I would not dwell on the possibility that our undersexed mother had romantic sentiments for me.

Oh no!Annoyed, Kayle moaned, "That's not-"

Yeah, it's alright. My response, "It's effortless," elicited yet another slap from her.

"You always joke."

"Hey, I can't help it! It's just my thing."

With a roll of her eyes, she finished her drink. "Fuck it. Thanks for agreeing," she muttered as she made her way back up the stairs.

Even though I was only joking, the talk really affected me.

The three of us collaborated on the shoot's logistics. We talked about Kayle's background in hair and cosmetics styling before she discovered her passion for fashion. We chose to go to a beach north of the city since we knew it would have beautiful waves crashing against the rocks for our location photos. This was a place we were somewhat familiar with from a family camping trip we took there many years ago.

After waiting a week, the day of the shoot finally arrived. That morning, I had a brief concert in Oakland, so I arrived home right before we had to leave. Before calling it a day, we aimed to capture both the sun rising and setting in beautiful photographs. So far, everything appears to be going swimmingly.

I yelled out, "Hello!" as I walked into the house.

"We're back here," Kayle called out, and I overheard my words.

Sitting on chairs facing each other, I discovered them in the master bath. As Kayle, clad in pink tank top and black yoga pants, delicately applied Mom's mascara, a white robe adorned Mom.

She said, "Hey, bro. You hear what I'm saying?" as she went about her work.

"No, what's up?"

"Your dad won't be able to attend," declared Mom. "His client is having a... I don't remember. He won't be there."

I glanced at my watch and thought, "Oh well, it stinks for him." "How are we doing here?"

Kayle raised Mom's chin and said, "I'm just touching up her makeup and I just finished her hair."

"How's it looking?"

I knelt down next to them. "Not bad," I remarked.

Mom grinned and exclaimed, "What a charmer!"

Giggles ensued. "No, seriously, you're stunning, Mom; you know that. What we need to do now is accentuate her best features. Make it pop, you know?"

Asking, "And what are my best features?" my mom raised her eyes to mine.

Even though it wasn't necessary, I checked her over. "I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating. Even a natural pout."

She raised an eyebrow and added, "And what about beyond my face?" for emphasis.

Gesturing subtly, I nodded. "I'll leave that one to our fashionista here."

Kayle glanced at Mom's expression. "Okay, so focus on the eyes and lips."

Mom decided to give it a go. She got to her feet and reached inside her bag for a few things. She swiftly shifted her attention back to us with a series of flicks and gestures. "Better?"

I took one final look at her. Her appearance was perfect.

"Gorgeous."

She beamed and gave me a kiss.

"All right, let's pack it up."

Within five minutes, we had hopped into the vehicle.

The day we chose was perfect. Partially overcast skies let brilliant beams of light shine through any crack they could find. During that time, my mom, Kayle, and I spent the hour-long drive in my SUV. Kayle was in the back seat, perusing my portfolio, while I was in the passenger seat, starring out the window, as we wound our way along the twisting coastal route.

Jason, you've got a range here, Kayle remarked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, looking over at her in the rearview mirror.

"All these crazy photos you've done. Models, foods, nature... Is this a riot? Where was there a riot?" I turned to gaze at her.

"It wasn't a riot. It was a protest. I took that picture last year when I went to Madrid with Garry and Elliot. I gave you that statue, remember?"

She glanced back at the pictures and said, "Oh yeah." "It's on my dresser. Holy sh*t, I've seen this one before! You didn't take this!"

Reflecting on the past, "Which one?"

"This Lady Gaga one."

A chuckle came out of me. "No, it's me. They got published, and I think that's how you saw it."

She said the word "bull."

"It is! I was friends with an aide, and she passed on the recommendation. I kind of like you and your gig. It's all in who you know."

In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Mom's smile.

"Wow, you must be blowing up there. How many shoots do you do per week now?" inquired Kayle.

"It varies. The number can range from five to six during a busy week. A slow week, if any. Keep in mind, I tend to book things further out than just a week."

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah. That's a lot. There's a lot of work between shoots. Preparing and organizing beforehand is crucial, not to mention the duration required for post-production editing."

Kayle jumped up and down in her chair as she shut the portfolio. "So what's the craziest shoot you ever did?"

She caught my gaze again. "Craziest? What do you mean?"

She smirked and said, "I am unsure. It doesn't matter."

Thoughts of "craziest..." raced through my mind. Sitting next to me, Mom seemed to be getting more engaged. "You know, probably that Lady Gaga one."

Looks like I let my sister down there—"Really? That's it? Nothing spicier or anything like that?"

"Spicy? Well," I was prompted to consider. "I've done a couple of swimsuit ones before."

"So swimsuits are considered spicy, then?" she inquired.

"No, not really," I said, turning back to Kayle. "But sometimes... I mean..." "Wait. What do you mean?"

She laughed and said, "You know, like lingerie or no lingerie."

"What exactly is boudoir?" I inquired.

"Yeah. Is it ever done?"

Our mother chuckled quietly as I stole a quick glimpse in her direction.

"I must admit, I've never really considered it, to tell the truth."

"I disagree! It was on your mind.

"Do you really need me to tell you that mom is in the car?""

"She said I could cuss."

"That's not what I was getting at." I said. "I don't think we should talk about this with her here."

Mom appeared to enjoy my suffering as she said, "Don't use me to get rid of the questions."

"You see?" Kayle said with a gleam on her face. My mom is really curious!"

Aw, you two are so crazy. Sure, I suppose I have considered that. I understand. Honestly, I don't see it as a top priority. Are you joyful?"

"Why not?" Kayle asked with a confused brow. What you're saying is that you wouldn't be interested in taking nude images of a girl for money.

I met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror and said, "You know what? This is not the time for me to have this discussion. Why don't we shift gears?

"Alright, but I'm not going to let this slip my mind," she said as she sunk into her seat.

With a heavy sigh, I shifted my attention back to the road, saying, "I know you won't." travel route. The fact that a sharp turn was approaching made it all the more advantageous. I hardly touched the brake, but I did press down on it. It was as if gravity were tugging at our sides as we rounded the bend.

Relax, Captain," Mom murmured, her hold on the armrest firm.

Out of nowhere, my gear started banging together, and then I heard a resounding clang coming from behind, followed by the whir of metal. hang out. There was a separation.

A self-reprimanding "Shit!" escaped my lips. "Kayle, could you please investigate what that was?" thing"

Then Kayle unbuckled her seatbelt and rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she responded. "But try not to stare at my ass."

At first, I made a joke about "no promises," but the rearview mirror quickly became known for its name.

I was in the rear seat when I noticed my sister's shockingly flawless posterior framed by her black yoga pants. The road bumps accentuated her curves, and I couldn't help but wonder why there wasn't a line separating her pants.

She glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of me in the mirror, at which point she wriggled her ass and rolled her eyes. What a little tease!

I overheard someone on my right saying, "Jason, would you mind maintaining your focus on the road? I hope it's not too much trouble for you.""

Then I added, "Sorry, Mom, but she's-"

"And Kayle, please stop teasing a brother."

Once Kayle got back to her seat, she said something like, "Okay, Mom," before glancing up at the mirror and sticking out her tongue.

"Is the rear end running smoothly?That's what I inquired.

"Yeah," she responded, "I believe your tripod failed to stay upright." As she held out the component, she explained, "A knob thing came off and was rolling around. I'll fix it when we get there."

"Shall we wait for that to end?"I asked my mom.

As we veered off the freeway and onto a small lane that led down to the shore, I proclaimed, "Actually, here we are."

The beach was breathtaking, with huge boulders shaped into irregular and bulbous shapes that resisted the relentless assault of the waves. The surf was rough, with a layer of mist on top, and a strong wind whipped off the waves' crests before they crashed, creating an air that was heavy with salt, clean and fresh, and the temperature was just below hot, as if for a picture-perfect day.

I was mainly responsible for the dressing room kit, two big duffle bags, and my digital and film SLRs; Kayle was in charge of the clothes, and Mom had a makeup kit. If anyone had seen us, we would have been quite the sight as we marched along the sand, but we unpacked swiftly in an effort to conserve light.

Kayle exclaimed with amazement, "Oh my, Jason! This is absolutely stunning."

I grinned and said, "Thanks, Sis." Raising my finger to show Mom the slope leading back to the car, I said, "The campsite we used to stay at was up there." I couldn't help but think how long ago it was—maybe twelve years ago?"

"Fifteen," she remarked without raising her eyes to the sky, "I nearly forgot about it." Mom appeared to be laughing as if engrossed in a reminiscence as she beheld the rumbling waves.

As she dragged herself along, Kayle remarked, "Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," and she passed Mom and me by.

As the wind whipped about us, I couldn't help but giggle and hope they didn't spend too much time fixing Mom's. I looked over to ask her, but she seemed lost in thought.

"Hey Mom," I started, "how are you doing?""

"Um, what?"" she said, turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Simply musing.

"No problem," I said with a smile. Is everything okay with you?"

A little anxious, really," she said while scrunching her nose. Hopefully, everything works out.

"Hey, we're going to blow it away between her outfits, my talents, and your beauty." Don't even stress."

"I know," she responded, her gaze fixed below. She sprang out of her thought process when she shook and said, "It's just... no matter." "So... any pointers?"

"About what? Modeling?"

"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she responded. At last, the source of my sarcasm was brought to my memory.

I playfully said, "Oh, okay. Fuck off then," as I observed her huge smile and wide eyes widen in surprise.

She smacked my arm and said, "Watch your mouth, young man!" between fits of laughter.

"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I interjected.

"No, I said it's okay for your sister. I never said it was okay for you, Buster," she pointed out. "Now come on, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before, so what do you suggest I do?"

For my part, I just shrugged. "To be honest, we won't be deviating too much from the standard." We aren't aiming for opulence or glitz; that's not our style. We strive to radiate a sense of playfulness, confidence, and allure. Someone instructed me to pose with one finger gaped open. "I've actually been thinking about it, and I think you've got the perfect personality to showcase with this line-up, so basically, just be yourself."

An eyebrow was arched by her. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"

It made me laugh. "Oh, well, we'll be doing poses." . Do whatever makes you happy. First, act on your impulses. Let me be your guide if you need me.

With a sigh, she gazed into my eyes and said, "Alright, Mr. Director. "I'm at your disposal," she said with a smile.

Kayle seemed to sense a break in the conversation and spun around to ask, "So, where are we going to do this?""

"Over there. Around the bend is this picturesque cove that I believe would be perfect.

Rounding the bend, the wind nearly died down as we reached a very isolated stretch of very isolated beach, bounded by a big rocky outcrop that kept the mountain back from the water; the waves smashed, huge, glistening rocks lay in the wake, shooting out enormous columns of water.

"Oh, my! Wow, this is just fantastic!My sister's eyes sparkled as she chimed in.

And I returned the smile, saying, "I'm happy it was to your satisfaction. We can arrange this. With only a few hours of daylight left, we must accomplish a great deal.

Everything was resolved in no time at all. We erected the changing room in no time at all, even weighing it down with some loose pebbles. We were not in the mood to run into the water in pursuit of some shower curtains now that the wind had risen up. After making sure that all of the suits and dresses were smooth and wrinkle-free, Kayle positioned her makeshift garment rack adjacent to the room.

"Alright, Mom, I've got something special for you. This red polka-dot summer dress," Kayle shared with her. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."

Mom entered the changing room with a smile on her face. While she was getting dressed, I checked my tools.

I exclaimed, "Damnit. It looks like the tripod's busted after all," before dropping the device on the beach.

According to Kayle, "Is that going to be a problem?"

My hand shook in disapproval. "Not really. It It probably wasn't really needed anyway, but I always like to have options. I can fix it back at the studio." I picked up my computer. digital. "Almost ready?"

Right on time, Mom came out of the dressing room exclaiming, "Ta-da!"

Whistling came naturally to me. Adorable and sleeveless, the dress had a V-neckline that was nearly too deep and a skirt that fell just below the knee. She resembled a B52 in appearance. She resembled a B52 in appearance.

"So," she muttered as she ascended. "How do you want me?"

"Just do what you're good at," I told them. "You're at the beach. Go play."

She swiveled her head to wink, smiled, and dashed off racing through the shallows, sending sand and water flying in her wake.

As Kayle chuckled and prepared herself for the next look, I yelled out, "Oh sh*tsh*t," and chased after her frantically.

It ranks up there with the most enjoyable shoot experiences of my life. Her inherent talent shone through as she effortlessly transitioned between several poses. Action pictures, power stances, and sensual seductions were among the poses we managed to capture. She would lie down on the beach or do aerial acrobatics. Either wide shot, showing her perched precariously on the precipice, or close-up, showing her nervously biting her lip and staring intently into the lens. We went from one dress to another and then some more without a hitch. Blouses, skirts, Bermuda shorts, and boys' clothing. We were just machines, switching on and off like a switch. That beach experience was, hands down, the most memorable one of my life.

We have finished the initial looks! That's good news, Big Brother!" Kayle yelled out. Kayle came up to me and shouted as I looked over the camera's images.

I raised my voice and exclaimed, "That's awesome!" from the ground. "We have some awesome ones that I think you're going to adore," I said while checking the time on my watch. "It looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."

"Absolutely, no problem," she responded. She was thinking about something.

Whoa, I thought, "She's changing?"

Kelley gave a subtle nod in agreement. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first swimsuit. And actually, about that..."

I turned off the camera. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit."

"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."

"Then, what is it? It's too skimpy for mom."

Well, no. I mean, sure, it's somewhat exposing, but she seems to be fine with it. To put it simply, she didn't shave her underarms. Kayle gestured towards her privates.

"Are you coming back? I blinked."

"Listen, she feels a twinge of shame because of that. In my opinion, it will be easy to fix when you get into the photo editing software.

"Is it terrible?""

"Honestly, I doubt she's ever done that," she said, tapping her foot. "It's cute, but it's still puffing the fabric. Would you like to see it?" she said, her voice trailing off.

Is it less strange that you're interested in my mom's buttocks?"

She glanced at me, shrugged, and chuckled. "I really don't know." She moved to leave, but before she did, she asked, "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway, so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look."

This is insane! Permit me a moment.I pretended to be pursuing her, but she had already arrived.

"This is me, Mom. I informed Jason about the issue, and he is here," Kayle replied, her gaze fixed on me.

"Oh, great," Mom murmured behind the curtain.

Kayle gave me the signal to talk.

I scowled at my sister before shaking my head and said, "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I listened to Kayle claim that you're worried about... Kayle made fun of my comment about how "we're adults; at least you and I are." I went on to ask, "Do you want me to take a quick look?""

Uncertain, she said, "I don't know."

"You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some are really solid," I shrugged as I glanced at Kayle. We can conclude this week and get to the rest next week.

A resounding "no!""Can you believe it? These things have to be in by Tuesday," Kayle muttered.

With a "Sorry, Kiddo," I addressed Kayle.

Honey, it's all right," Mom sighed, and we could hear her. I'll simply attend to it here. Would you happen to have a pair of scissors on hand?"

"Yeah, I have." Kayle's expression turned horrified. "Shit," she exclaimed, hastily making her way to her makeup bag. "Oh my!"Ripping through her little pink bag, she started to shred.

Hey Kayle, what's the matter?That's what I inquired.

She froze and raised her eyes to meet mine; "I fucking left them on the counter." She continued, "I'm an idiot."

Is that so?That's what I inquired.

"Yup," she agreed, her jaw clenching. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. I remember setting them down after final touch-ups." She chuckled to herself. A complete greenhorn.

"Listen, it's not a big deal," Mom said, her voice echoing back to us. I was surprised that we were having such a critical discussion over Mom's pubic hair; I mean, who knew we could just tuck it in or something? I had to shake my head in disbelief.

That ignited a thought, for some reason.

"Oh my god," I whispered, "I believe I've found something."

Deflated, Kayle looked up.

"What?"

"I have a bag in my car."

"Do you happen to have scissors on hand?""

"No," I informed myself. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."

Kayle arched an eyebrow and said, "Return?""

“I apologize. I disagreed and shook my head. "My college friends term it that." I had gotten an overnight bag that included a shaving kit. It may be somewhat nearer than you'd want, Mom, but I'm hoping it will solve our minor issue.

The excitement in Kayle's eyes grew as she asked, "Really? How serious is this?""

"Yeah," I replied, gesturing toward the dressing room. "Would it be alright with you, Mom?"

I felt a little silly inquiring about your mother's feelings about an unexpected pussy shave. What a thrilling day!

Her sighs reached my ears, and she finally said, "I suppose we really do not have a choice."

"You are the absolute best, mom," Kayle said with a beaming grin."Alright, I'm going to go get the kit," she added, turning around to leave.

A lightbulb went off: I had more stuff in that backpack than in a razor set.

"Why don't you allow me to..." I began, "Kayle."

Jason, I understand. I was going to bring some items up to the car anyhow. "I'll be right back," she said, snatching a knapsack of garments and galloping over to the vehicle.

I am Kayle!I said this while trying to close the gap between us. "That's not all I have in my bag. This is a weekend kit.

Her grin widened as she halted and circled around. "Is this it? At this very moment?""

Nodding my head, I said, "Let me just-"

"Oh no," she exclaimed. "I see now. You accompany Mom and see that everything is set up.

The settings were locked, and all I had was time to kill, but I still knew I couldn't dissuade her.

She should find it beneath the passenger seat; I gave her the keys while shaking my head. An itty-bitty black purse.

Be right back, she said with a smile. "Nice."

She returned in within five minutes, sprinting up the stairs as if she had just cleared home plate from a grand slam.

"Is she presently present?"Her question was rhetorical.

As she went out, Mom responded, "No, honey. I'm getting a little claustrophobic."

As she held out the kit—a little black bag about the size of a shoebox—she said, "No worries, Mom. Guess what I got?""

As she studied the bag, Mom's hands were on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she sarcastically murmured. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers tapped against her hips. "I've never really shaved myself before."

I inclined my head to the side while Kayle did the same. I must admit that I was stumped for an answer; asking her about her level of expertise had never even crossed my mind in this context.

Then what?"Even in college?," Kayle inquired. "And so on?""

As Mom waved her hand over her privates, she shook her head and said, "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." I couldn't help but laugh since I finally understood where Kayle gets her funny motions from.

"Wow, Mom," Kayle exclaimed, "you're even more shy than I anticipated. How about not even waxing?"

Yes, I have considered that, but at this time it just isn't feasible, is it?She spoke.

"I suppose not," Kayle moaned. "So, would you like me to take it on?""

I had to pretend to be really bewildered because what the fuck is happening?

"Kayle, look out. No problem at all. I simply must know. Can you believe it? Put my words out of your mind. At Mom's signal, she snatched the kit.

“Mom, it's alright. No problem with that. So long as you don't unintentionally cut yourself here, I'll take care of it.

"Kayle..." Mom began to say.

My sister discreetly placed the kit behind her arm. "You know what? You can handle most of it, and I'll be there to help with the tricky areas; let's just move over there, behind those large boulders near the lake. We'll have some pleasant solitude, and Jason will stay way, way away.

My mom caught my eye.

They were waved away as I shrugged. "Hey, you girls, do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."

Mom shook her head and cast her gaze downward.

"Oh, screw it," she lamented. As she strode behind the rocks, she admonished my sister and me, saying, "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two."

I shouted out, "Scouts honor," as I watched my sister skitter away in her wake.

I attempted to divert my attention by meticulously verifying the settings and cameras. I could see clearly through the glasses. I got the ISO just right. My memory card still has plenty of space. The fact that I had been doing nothing more than killing time was now completely apparent. The catch is that I had to do that same thing. Every time I took a break, my mind would wander to what was happening beyond those rocks, so I had to find something to do to keep myself occupied. In light of the events of the day, gloomy ideas distorted my creativity.

My mom was probably sprawled out on the beach or perched on a big rock, legs spread wide, swimsuit bottoms undone. She stared at my sister, her gaze locked into her buttocks. Kayle's fingers pressed firmly into the delicate flesh of Mom's buttocks. I picture her face so near that I can almost smell the woman she is. A razor delicately scraped through the froth, delicately touching her delicate skin.

Little is said by them. Braced for what lies ahead. Their breathing gets more labored. Long. It's almost touching Kayle's face. Just a few inches separate her mother's privates. As her lips gently apart with each beating, she can make out a hint of moisture. It's as if it were beckoning her inside, inviting her in.

Kayle draws nearer and nearer, her gaze riveted on the object. With every passing second, the aroma of her mother's perfume envelops her. As Kayle's temperature rises, her breath becomes hotter and more profuse, sweeping over our mother's most sensitive areas before rising to her moist and delicate vagina and shimmering clitoris. They feel a shiver run down their spine as they ride the deep, dark waves of ecstasy.

With a gentle movement, Kayle's tongue slides out from her parched lips and advances, pleading for a taste of the salty meat.

"Hey Jason! Tell me, are you sound asleep?" Kayle asked.

All of a sudden, I was transported back to the here and now. Please tell me what that was.

I shouted out, "Shit! Sorry," while clenching my jaw. "All done?"

Kayle was approaching me while carrying Mom's towel.

Her face lit up as she chipped in with a "Yes, sir!" she said. A crimson flush spread over her face and body. "That was so wild. I've never studied a vagina so closely for such a long time. I must admit, Mom's got a nice little cunt."

It would have been fatal for me to drink anything.

I yelled out, "Jesus, Kayle!" to clarify.

"What? She does."

"I'm going to add that to the list of weird shit I didn't expect to hear today."

Evidently pleased with herself, Kayle tossed off the towel. "I must say, I am truly impressed," she said as she released it into the wind and delicately placed it on the beach. She ran her finger up and down her pelvis and said, "I don't think it's a big deal, but I didn't give her a complete clean sheet. I left a little race track right here because I think it's a little hotter."

"How'd you do that without scissors? You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

As Kayle plopped herself down on the towel, she laughed, clearly enjoying my misery.

I draped the camera over my neck. "Where is she now?"

Pointing to the rocks, she raised her hand. She tilted her head to look, and she said, "Moisturizing her lady bits." "And there she is."

As soon as I turned around, our mother stepped up in a form-fitting, deep-red suit. If she had previously aimed for a happy glow, her current expression was one of tantalizing mischief. Her skin bore a little tan from the day's activities, giving her a toned appearance. Her hair is now styled in a bun, with a few stray locks adorning her collar and drawing attention to her neck. It seemed like her breasts were bigger than I remembered, squeezed close to her torso. They hung from a wide strap that was wrapped around her lengthy neck, and two half cups kept them firmly in place. As her long, seductive legs moved, her arms caressed her sides. As she attempted to keep her better balance, I could make out a tiny sway of her hips.

My jaw was tightening with concentration.

She confidently approached me, stopping with a small hop as if to stand up, her back straight, and her chest protruding. Knowing that she looked good was second nature to her.

The woman answered, "Awaiting orders, sir," while making a small salute with her hand.

I gave her a friendly nod and invited her inside.

"Dear God, you look absolutely stunning!" I murmured to myself.

She seemed to blush slightly, and I could see it.

"What a charmer."

Out of nowhere, my thoughts reverted to the daydream from earlier. In order to clear my head, I shook my head.

"So, how are you feeling? All set and ready?"

While twitching in her bikini bottoms, she gave a nod. In a completely casual way, she stroked her crotch with her palm. My gut knotted up and my blood temperature rose nonetheless.

Her nose was wrinkled up. "Sorry, this feels kind of weird. I'm a little tingly."

I attempted to cough up some air. "Rest assured, the feeling is mutual. Shall we?"

"Put me where you want me," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders.

In an effort to dispel any potentially embarrassing ideas, I nodded.

"Kayle, I'm going to need your help." I informed you. "Do you see that silver item over there?" I asked, gesturing towards my duffle bag. "I need you to get it for me. You're going to be my bouncing ball for these photos."

As she stood up, she brushed the sand off her arms. As she grasped the folded-up disc, she inquired, "Okay, what does that mean?"

I said, "You'll see. Hold one side and give it a firm shake." As I watched her do that, I realized exactly what I had said.

In an instant, the strain was relieved, and it spread out into a wide, level disk with a diameter of one yard. The surface was a highly reflective shattered aluminum, while the reverse was a gentle white cotton.

I went on. "Your task is to use the sun, such as a soft spot light, to reflect light back onto our model's face."

Beaming, Kayle smiled and spun the disk in her hands, saying, "This is pretty cool."

A small laugh escaped my lips as I said, "Glad you like."

Looking around, I said, "Alright, so..." My mother and I will begin by having you stand in the surf. It would be very appreciated if you could crouch down here behind me, Kayle. Does that meet your needs?"

Mom was shifting her weight from one foot to the other as waves rushed up behind her. Kayle squatted down and used the reflector in front of her to light up our mother. My last concern was the sun setting, and it had already started to do so.

We have approximately one hour of light remaining, so we'll need to do these chores fast and make any required revisions, I remarked.

Nodding, they both acknowledged.

"Alright, Mom, look right here. Remember how we made the last one appear more fun and flirty? Well, these need to be more flirty than fun. You pleased with that?"

Leaning forward, she shifted her weight to her chest and arched back, smirked, and put one palm on the little portion of her back.

"Like that?" she inquired.

Kerry was laughing behind me, and I could make out her words, "Our mom's the best."

Out of sheer shock, I shook my head. I proclaimed, "Perfect," and then I began to snap away.

Despite my pleading for each passing second, the hour flew past in the blink of an eye. Observing our mother in between photographs with my own eyes or via my lens was more fascinating to me. She seemed transformed, as if a long-suppressed part of her had been unlocked.

As if on cue, she started bopping her hips to the music. Her piercing gaze begged the observer to draw nearer. In order to take a deep breath, her lips would purse or part, and if she felt like it, she could even feel her tongue caressing her for a second. With the exception of the rare set changes, she was quite chatty with the camera, me, and even Kayle. However, they were fast and efficient, just as they had said. Perhaps it was the lack of layers that made the time it took to change into her next, more revealing attire seem like it had hardly passed.

In the light blue string bikini that was her last suit, she wore it when we got to the boulders. Leaning against a rock, she peered over her shoulder at us. The cloth skimmed her posterior to perfection. Sculpted and taut. As it fluttered in the wind, a loose end of the tie caressed her buttocks shelf. I felt an overwhelming sense of envy.

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"Beautiful," I remarked, turning to the portrait.

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"Lift your chin up a little."

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"Nice. Hold it."

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"Now shift your weight and lower your right arm a little."

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"Good. Now, a little more."

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"There you go. Perfect"

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"Ideal," I murmured lightly.

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She was really breathtaking. A allure. Alluring. Fascinating and all that, but I couldn't help but keep reminding myself that this was our mother. She was our mother, the one who brought us into this world, cared for us, and was there for us no matter what. My thoughts started to wonder what her skin tasted like whenever I paused, so I had to tell myself over and over again. Visualize the feeling as my fingers delicately ran through her locks. It seemed as if I were caressing her neck or her posterior with my hand.

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Out of nowhere, Kayle's voice cut through the shutter noises.

She spoke up and asked, "Mom, would you like me to try something?"

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"What is it, baby?"

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Kayle shifted her weight to catch the last of our mother's light as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"While you face that rock, could you maybe reach back and untie the top?"

Oh no, Kayle, you're making things worse for me.

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Then she went on to say, "Don't worry, we won't see anything."

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My sister's question stunned me, but seeing Mom's fingers stealthily re-latch on to a strand before slowly releasing it shocked me even more. There was a gentle pop as the knot came undone, revealing Mom's uncovered back.

Glancing at me, she inquired, "How's that?" to her daughter.

"That's hot, Mom. Very sexy," Kayle remarked.

I found myself captivated by her figure. With the exception of a single strand around her neck, she was not entirely shirtless, but her exposed back was very alluring. It seemed like an internal war I was losing. It nearly slipped my mind to carry on.

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A voice familiar to me was Kayle's. "Now take a step back, Mom."

Yes, she did.

"Now one more."

It was her second time.

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"Now lean forward, keeping your legs straight."

Our mom reached out and gently pushed her rear end towards us as she ran her palms along the rock. As the fabric cinched down around her waist, it pressed firmly against her crotch. I could barely discern the contours of her femininity due to how firmly it adhered to her. Shimmering along her damp inner thigh, the fabric borders caught the light. Part of me that was rational thought the shimmering was from the lotion she'd applied earlier or the mist from the waves crashing against the rocks. On the other hand, I couldn't shake the feeling that her eager lips were genuinely dripping with the shimmering flesh and the liquid beneath.

Something fresh caught my eye as a gentle wind blew through the air. Swung low, her top masked her chest in the shadows. A gentle glow from Kayle's light revealed her exposed breasts as she swung her arms freely. In the pitch black, I peered desperately for any sign of her. Maybe it was the need, that forbidden and sexual lust, that won me over, but for an instant I felt the same goosebumps that swept over her skin and saw her erect, dark nipples.

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She rose to her feet again, her top slipping into place to reveal her chest, as the pounding of the waves accompanied her. She turned to face us, then drew back to the rock and rested her back on it.

As her hands caressed her flesh, her hips swayed rhythmically.

"Jason, how are you doing?" she inquired.

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Observing the movement of her hips made my heart race.

"Perfect."

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Her fingers traced a path across her flesh as her hand slithered up her abdomen.

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"Raise your hands higher," I commanded.

They stood up gradually.

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In my opinion, you should cup your breasts.

She did extraordinary things with her hands.

"No," I responded. "Go under."

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She seemed to be looking at me through a microscope as her gaze locked into mine. Caressing each tit, she slowly snaked her hands beneath the top. She tightened her grip and started to breathe more heavily.

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An eyebrow was arched by her. "Still think I'm reserved?"

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"Fuck no," I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly.

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As if she had pricked her own nipples, her breath caught. With the camera in front of her, I halted and stared at her. "Wink at me," she said.

"Anything else?"

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As my stomach knotted up again, my thoughts raced at a million miles per hour.

I instructed her to "bring your hands to your hips," and sure enough, she carried out my command.

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"Hook your thumbs into the straps on each hip."

Her thumb slid into the waistband on the right side.

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"Both hands."

She made a left hook.

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"Good. Now pull them out just a tad."

She accomplished this by removing the waistband from her body.

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"Perfect. You're such a natural, Mom," I whispered to myself.

"Same to you," she responded.

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As I knelt down, I added, "Now, without going too far, pull them down by half an inch. Make it look like you were taking them off."

I was shocked to see an additional strip of skin when Mom paused for a second before peeling down the waist a tantalizing inch. Just below her hip, the band had resealed, revealing the sloping shape of her pelvis before it vanished beneath the garment.

She asked, "How's that?" in a low voice.

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"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

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When I said, "Now," I grinned. I made a joke and said, "Go ahead and take them off."

My mom paused for a second to stare at me. Then, as I was about to offer an apology, her hands slid lower, removing the swimsuit from my grasp.

As Kayle and I stood fascinated, watching our beautiful mother undress, Kayle's breath seized in her throat. I started taking pictures because I didn't want to miss a single moment. The sensation of the fabric slipping from her body and reversing direction, like a peeled apple, was hypnotic.

Kayle had achieved her goal as she continued to descend until, out of nowhere, a small line of hair emerged. A sudden throbbing sensation in my shorts indicated that my cock was also eagerly awaiting this discovery, and it was as if a beacon aligned my vision, alerting me to what was ahead. Finally, I reached the point where I knew that in exactly one second, I would be viewing the loins from whence I had come, as well as the most awaited location I had ever desired to see. Give it one more second.

Then, coming to a sudden halt, she raised the suit in a single, smooth move.

"There you go," she remarked, her smile sinister. "All done."

Perplexed, I remained seated. In terms of appearance, this must be comparable to blue balls.

Kayle said, "You're so cheeky, Mom," as she giggled behind me. I completely disregarded her presence.

Mom came over to join us, adjusting her suit tie. She felt immense pride in herself. She leaned down, kissed my head, and stood over me with the most shit-eating smile.

Remarking, "That was so much fun," she continued. She massaged my head in the same manner she did when I was five years old and said, "Thanks for talking me into this."

Standing there, I shook my head and laughed to myself. "Hey, it's what I do."

"And you do it well." She straightened herself, her hands resting on her hips. "Now, who's hungry?"

We arrived at a packed bar (or was it more of a pub?) after waiting for over an hour. It was, in any case, far more convenient. In the dim light cast by the little rectangular wall sconces, the walls seemed to be paneled with what seemed like deep cherry wood. In place of booths, there were solid oak tables adorned with carved vandalism that had afflicted each one.

We took a seat at one of these wall-to-wall tables, where there was a single pitcher of ale, a full pint on each, with hamburgers on the side.

Then I lifted my glass. To drown out the steady rumble of the audience, I shouted, "Here's to your first shoot as a designer, and yours as a model!"

We clinked our glasses and drank deeply while they grinned broadly and raised their glasses to their lips.

"Wow! That's strong!" Mom said, gesturing at the beer.

Kayle said, "It's an IPA, Mom," as she wiped the suds off her lips. "It's a strong beer, so go easy."

It appeared as though Mom was ridiculing. "Oh, please, I've been drinking since before you were born."

Alright, Kayle recanted. "I'm merely giving you a heads up."

Even though it was Friday, the bar seemed very busy for this early in the evening. The other two must have felt the same way since we returned our gaze to it.

Are you concerned that it's too crowded for a dive bar?"Is that so?" Kayle inquired.

With a monster-sized cheeseburger clutched in both fists, Mom peered around. "I'm not sure," she said. Then, she proclaimed, "I've never been here before," and she bit down like a monster.

A little overweight bearded man in a plaid shirt snatched a microphone from my hand as I was ready to say the same thing; in the other hand, he cradled a worn notepad, its corners creased and blackened.

Attention, everyone: the most important time of the week has arrived!There were a variety of hoots, hollers, and applauds as the announcer's voice echoed through the entire pub.

Is it karaoke, oh my?Keely let out a sigh.

So, I shook my head and said, "I don't think so..."

Both Mom and Kayle gave me puzzled looks.

"Trivia Night." I said while taking a notepad and pen from the condiment station.

Trivia night is here!As our bespectacled companion verified—his voice reminiscent of a boxing announcer—"Assure that every group has a writing implement at the ready. Split into four groups of two. Stay away from anything that uses batteries, including cell phones, tablets, laptops, and more. Twenty inquiries altogether. With cheers, the tiebreaker is decided by the most impressive team name.

accomplish we intend to accomplish this?"Kayle asked as I turned to a new page.

Sure, I replied. "Why not?" I'm excited. Are you okay, Mom?"

Her mouth dropped as she finished her meaty sandwich. "Mm-hmmm," she uttered.

"My Mother, I beg you!"You killed that thing," Kayle said with astonishment.

"Momma was hungry," she remarked, her fingers dripping with sauce.

"You don't say..." I said, rather taken aback.

He raised his voice and shouted, "Question number one! What famous..."

I wish I could tell you that we annihilated the competition, but the truth is that I've never won a trivia night at a bar and thought, "Wow, that was easy." Fortunately, the three of us played to our strengths; thirteen out of twenty, we were pretty solid, and the rest, we were going for broke.

"Are we satisfied with this?"I asked as I handed the page to Kayle for her evaluation; she quickly looked over the responses.

Feeling as optimistic as we ever will. My mother?"Here it is," she told her.

"Alright" was all she said with a simple smile and a raised palm.

I see. So... Oh no! A name for the team is necessary!"Wow!" I shouted.

"Just put 'Team Awesome' or something," Kayle remarked.

"Really?" I asked. I shot her a look and said, "I don't mean to be impolite, but that's the most uninspired team name I've ever heard."

"So, what is it meant to be?"Her question was rhetorical.

Absolutely anything. The finest ones, in certain respects, are humorous. It's a pub, so appeal to the patrons.

"Something was unclean at that moment," Mom interjected.

We exchanged another glance, Kayle and I.

"Well, this can get awkward real fast," I informed myself.

"How about... stop being so tight," Mom slapped their daughter. A Trio for a Friday Night?"

"No big deal," we shrugged. “Miles closer than 'Team Awesome',” I said, and Kayle responded by hurling a french fry in my direction.

I tapped the pencil on the table, thinking, "Hmm... Dancing Periodic Tables?"

They grinned and disagreed.

The new vag is ass.Mom arched her eyebrow as Kayle leaped in.

"I like it, but..." I said, my words met with laughter from Mom and Kayle.

"Sly Wordsmiths?"Mom tossed it aside.

I let out a big chuckle.

"I appear to have overlooked something in this," Kayle remarked.

When I told my sister, "It sounds like cunnilingus," she still had a worried face.

Mama let out a frustrated breath and said, "When a guy eats you out, honey."

Hey there, mom!"Kayle said, her face turning red," she added.

Your mother simply shrugged and said, "You're the one who likes the asses."

One step away from us, our announcer was collecting the answers as he went around the tables.

"He's almost here; just give me something."

No idea, "Fuck Condoms," Kayle shrugged. Insert that.

"I am learning so much today about you two," mused Mom.

I yelled out, "Here he comes," shouting out his approach.

"Screw it. My mom told me to "just do the ass."

"I really wish I heard the beginning of this conversation," the announcer said as he walked over to eat at our table. I passed him the notepad and jotted down our team's name. He looked at my two friends, laughed, and read it again. He gave me a knowing nod as he departed.

"What did you write down?" Kayle inquired.

"I went with yours. 'Ass is the New Vag'."

Sobbing into her second glass, Mom started to pout. "I really liked the cunning linguist."

"I feel like we are learning so much about you two," I murmured to myself. This has been the most bizarre day of my entire life.

It was "Mom," Kayle uttered. "Your phone."

A gentle light from Mom's phone screen shone on her arm.

"Oh my god. It's a voicemail. I was totally unaware it had rung." With that, she snatched her phone and walked away from the table.

Everyone else left Kayle and me alone.

"Well Sis. It's been a long day. I hope it turned out the way you wanted."

With her beer in both hands, she shrugged. "It was great fun, though. We'll see," she said with a smile. "How long until the photos are ready?"

"I was hoping to do some tomorrow and the next day, if necessary. I don't really have anything else on my plate that's as time-sensitive." I added another pint to my glass. "Actually, with the way the night's going, I might as well stay at the house. I left my computer there so I could stick around." I sat back down.

Her brilliant, shimmering eyes exclaimed, "That would be awesome!" Thank you once again," she murmured. "I mean it; you are a life savor. I would be so screwed without you. And it was so much fun." She took a sip. "Here's to a wonderful day."

I answered, "My pleasure," as I clinked glasses with her.

The condensation on the glass was shaped by her fingertips.

"Jason, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes" was my response.

Despite its tone, her question—"Are you not dating anyone?"—felt more like a statement.

I drew a long breath. The statement was regrettably accurate: "Not really. I tend to stay really busy. Especially as of late." "Why do you ask?"

Then she shrugged. "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess... In your overnight bag, I found your condoms. Did you know they have an expiration date?"

"I did, but I don't think so."

"They expired last November."

I arching my back arched. "No shit?" I have never felt so ashamed.

Smirking, she gave a nod. "So, do I take that to mean Big Brother hasn't been getting any?"

"No." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Not even from the models?"

"Mm-mm," was my response. "I mean, don't get me wrong; I've tried, but I don't know what it is. I'm kind of in a slump, but at least my work keeps me distracted."

Kelley gave a subtle nod in agreement. "I hear ya there."

"Really?"

"Yup," she informed me. "Been focusing on school so much that I haven't had the chance to go out and meet some boys." She laughed. "It's funny, because sometimes I'll watch a movie or read a story or stumble upon something dirty online and I'm like BAM, instantly horny. So I'll either go downstairs and work, or work on my downstairs," she added with a smile. "Some of the stuff mom wore today was created in a fiery urge to fuck."

I would have immediately spilt whatever it was that I was drinking if I had been doing so. once more this morning. Kayle seems unconcerned.

While picking up her dill pickle and biting into it, she said, "I'm surprised Dad hasn't wondered why we go through so many batteries these days." Her gaze was totally fixed on nothing else. As her gaze shifted to me, she inquired, "So, Big Bro, how long has it been?"

I crouched down. "Since my last..."

"Bonin'," she said with a smile.

As I drew on my memories, I inhaled deeply and stared up at the ceiling. Redirecting my attention to her, I said, "Probably over a year." "You?"

"Close to the same, give or take a week. I stopped counting after six months."

It made me laugh. "What a sad bunch we both are."

Her response was, "I know, right?" "I guess it's good that you don't shoot nudes or you'd probably have a heart attack. Been a while since you saw a vah-jay-jay," she pointed out.

She smiled, scrunched her nose, and squinted her eyes.

"It's too bad."

"What?"

Her eye gleamed with a playful glimmer. "It's too bad you didn't get to see my handy work with Mom. Would have fixed that problem right away."

Once again, I place my glass on the table. "Man, Kayle, what is your obsession with getting me to see Mom's... business?"

She exclaimed, "I'm not obsessed!" for the record. "I've barely even brought it up."

"The fact that you've brought it up is bizarre enough on its own." I cracked up. "And you've brought it up twice," I responded, gesturing with my index finger and middle finger.

Am I?"You're probably right," she said, her chair slouched. As she shrugged, she explained, "It was just so cool. I don't know why it's on my mind still. My own vagina is the only one I've ever researched. Not only was it different, but it looked eerily like my own vagina. comparable to mine," she whispered as her subconsciously reached for her crotch and gently squeezed it. "Oh my god, it sounds so filthy!""I'm so bad," she said while laughing.

I arched an eyebrow and said, "I get the impression that you're thinking about taking the mound for the other side."

She then shouted out, "Fuck no, I love the cock," and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "But do can you keep a secret?"

As I met her gaze, I could see a subtle flame flickering within her eyes. filling up. "Yes" was my response.

She sipped her drink one last time. "I touched her pussy."

"What?" I asked, bending down to touch it.

She followed suit. "I did! I accidently touched her pussy while shaving her. It was so wild. I never thought I'd be in that position, but there I was, kneeling between Mom's spread legs with my face inc." She emphasized the last word, seemingly relishing the sensation as it escaped her lips.

Ideas from my daydream came flooding back, and my heart started to race.

She went on to say, "She made a joke about how she might get me some glasses, and it seemed like she wasn't too worried about how close I was." Actually, I'm not sure she was. Though I must admit that I did giggle, the truth is that I was completely engrossed in the moment; it was as if an instinct or some other force had drawn me nearer.

"Oh, Jason, I could smell her," Kayle whispered under her breath as she held the edge of the table in her fists. The aroma was sweet and punchy, like a blend of honey and sweat. I don't know why, but I felt my mouth watering just thinking about it.

It was becoming serious. Leaning against the table with my arms folded, I could feel my heart pounding.

When I asked, "And you touched her?" she seemed little distressed.

Kayle gently blinked and gave a little nod. "It wasn't really intentional. I didn't mean to do it, but it was the final pass, and I was swiping the blade over the hump of her mound. My other hand held her tight to shave as close as possible. When I released my grip, my hand slid between her thighs, and my fingertips grazed her lips.ghs, and my fingertips slipped across her lips."

Kayle's breathing was labored.

"Mom's breath caught in her mouth, as did mine. Her lips had parted for me; my middle finger had actually been inside her! Only a second or half a second, but we both knew."

My gums were parched. By the way, what were your activities? I inquired.

Laughter escaped her lips. "Nothing. We both began mumbling; she said, 'Thank you,' I believe, and I allowed her to finish the rest. sh up the rest. I mean, part of me wasn't really sure that it really happened. It wasn't until I was walking away that I noticednoticednoticednoticed a tiny little strand of liquid clinging to my middle finger."

Now her gaze was fixed on me. She wanted to know what I was going to ask next.

"So, did you... what did you do?"

Her grin deepened as she locked eyes with me. I did change it myself, yes. "Are you asking if I licked it?"

"Yes" was my response.

Shaking her head, she expressed her disapproval. "Mm-mm,,,," she uttered, her eyes playingfully twinkling. "It was pussy juice," she whispered. "I put it in my pussy."

I was stunned and utterly bewildered as I gazed at her.

Laughter erupted from Kayle.

My hand shook in disapproval. "You little..."

I don't remember the last time I saw her so proud of herself, but she regained her composure and said, "That was fun." Then she began to fan herself, admitting, "I kinda got myself worked up there too." She then exclaimed, "I mean,,, look!Rickavoided mentioning the two little mounds now protruding from her breasts, and she made no mention of the tiny pimples that prickled their way up and down her arm as she raised it to show them to me.

Is everyone here having a good time?"How are you bunch of kids acting?With an unexpected question, Mom sat down, stunning us both.

"We were just talking about you.you.you.you," Kayle said under her breath as she recommenced nibbling on her fries and wriggled in her seat. "Welcome back, Mom."

"Is everything alright?Suddenly, I spoke up.

Up at me, Mom smiled and said, "Yeah. It was merely your dad.

"You were gone a while."

"I gather. "They are out celebrating," she said, her face showing signs of slight flush in the dim lighting. "We were trying to work something out."

"Well, that's fantastic, isn't it?" terrific, isn't it?I exclaimed.

"Mm-hmm," she said, nodding and clearing her glass. She appeared slightly preoccupied. All of a sudden, she straightened up. "So, have the results been announced?""results?"

I moaned.

"Not yet," Kayle said, casting a glance around the space. taking a tour of the space. "I don't see the guy anymore. Maybe there's a couple more tables somewhere."

Saying "goodie," Mom poured the last of the pitcher into the glass. lass. "So what were you kids talking about while I was gone?"

"Not much," I shrugged and answered.

"Yeah," Kayle responded. "Oh, except I was just telling Jason about how I helped her..her.her."

The results are in, the broadcasters' voice proclaimed over the cramped bar. "Ladies and gentlemengentlemengentlemengentlemen," the voice said.

He gave the answers and we tried our best to follow along. Although most of our answers were predictable, we were pleasantly surprised by how accurate the pulse readings were. Ultimately, we got fourteen of the questions right. at the end, we had fourteen right, and we were doing fairly well.

"And now, the winners!" he exclaimed.

He announced the scores of each team in turn. The fact that the points were initially so low caught me off guard. really low. There were a plethora of exciting and unique teams to choose from, such "The Trivia Trollops," "Kings of Kegels," "Win or Lose, We Still Booze," and plenty more. But we couldn't contain our anticipation as he revealed our squad name. I was thrilled because we hadn't been given our team name yet. Then he finally spoke it.

He announced, "And with fourteen points, we have a three-way tie for second place!" which caused some applause from the audience. "When I call your team name, please stand up."

We all exchanged looks—Mom, Kayle, and me. We should probably read it out loud while sounding like "Oh sh*t" or "Oh sh*tsh*t."

I was sort of smitten with the names of the four enormous fraternity lads that I was pressing to stand up, but first, my couch pulled out.

Up Next: Preserve a Forest, Nourish a Beaver!The audience erupted in laughter when a mixed-race quartet stood up, applauded, and high-fived one another.

"At last, the new vag is ass!""The room went wild with laughter and cheers," he said.

With wide, surprised smiles, we slowly stood up. I could feel the crowd's attention on us, and I couldn't help but wonder how it must have felt to see my mom and sister standing side by side. Despite my suspicions, no one knew our relationship. We should be proud, because, well, why not? Our team name suggests that our young man is romantically involved with two stunning women.

We looked at each other, blushed and almost embarrassed, as if we suddenly had the same idea. We turned to face the audience, standing tall and proud. We made the decision, and we're going to own it. Kayle raised her fist in the air, nodding firmly as if to say, "Even our mother agreed, yelling out, "Damn right!" It was quite a sight.

All right, let's see who comes in second as we clap for the winner.Here's what our announcer had to say: "My couch pulls out, but I don't!"' "ut I don't!'"

There were cries, jeers, and cheers from the audience. We also gave a quiet applause.

"How about 'Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!'"

The fervor of the applause and the volume of the cheers rose.

With a chuckle, our announcer shifted his hand to face us.

He was about to proclaim, "And finally, 'Ass is the New Vag!'" when the jubilant audience suddenly interrupted him. The Frat Boys, among around a dozen others, jumped up and cheered more wildly than anyone else.

As we all started laughing and high-fived each other, he said, "There you have it! The tie and second place go to 'Ass is the New Vag!'"

Adrenaline flooded our systems, and our emotions were soaring.

Leaning across the table, Kayle screamed, "That was fucking awesome!" as the crowd continued to clap. received high praise. My mother and I were beaming the whole time.

At last, he spoke up: "What's Trivia Night?" He gestured towards a table full of old people who were staring at the bar with wide eyes and expressions of horror, amazement, and disbelief.

After handing me a knowing pat on the back and a pitcher of beer, the announcer went away chuckling, but not before bringing over the prizes for second place. By the time we decided to call it a night, we had finished half the pitcher. After Kayle took the wheel, we paid the bill and hopped in the car. the shoe. My mom and I collapsed into the rear, with her on the far right and me on the far left. She put her feet up on the seat, leaned into me, closed her eyes, and thanked God for the beautiful day. all day.

Leaning against the door, I encircled her waist and drew her near. For an instant, I felt Kayle's attention fixated on us in the rearview mirror; then, I met her eyes. Leaving the parking lot, she grinned, winked, and drove away.

My gaze wandered down our mother's figure as we rolled down the road. Even though I had seen more of her a few hours ago, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of the street lights' pale orange beams climbing her exposed flesh as her dress roiled up her thighs. I closed my eyes and felt her weight as she drew near, the faint aroma of sea salt wafting from her hair. After what felt like an eternity, our first picture shoot was finally over. As I started to get excited about my day of editing, I found out that my crafty sister had been plotting our next picture shoot all along.

Section 4.0

I felt like someone had sucked all the water out of my body in the middle of the night and woke up in a quiet house with a pounding headache. It was as if my ideas had to go through a thick fog before they could be turned into acts; my skin felt dry, my tongue had a heavy feel to it. I could at least get off the floor and sit up.

I found myself in my room—or rather, the space that formerly served as my room. It was now used as a guest room, or some such arrangement. From the time I was a teenager, I had owned the entire set of furniture, including the bed, dresser, and bookcases. on mine during my time in high school. Other than some basic books and oddities from a Home & Garden store, the area was devoid of any posters or images. that you would discover in a garden center. Even though its appearance had changed, the texture was identical to what I remembered. Maybe that's the reason I handled it so well while in my inebriated state last night. However, it is impossible to say for sure.

I kept staring around the room until I finally settled on my nightstand. Next to my phone, which was charging, was a glass of water. That puts it to rest; I had assistance, at least. I was too weak to even think about charging my phone before heading out for the day. Without hesitation, I snatched the glass and gulped it down.

It was a state of pure joy. It is, without a doubt, the finest water on Earth. It was thick and invigorating, blessed by every god that ever existed. It was like drinking ambrosia—pure, fresh, and divine. A feeling like a damp sponge washed over me, yet it served me well as my senses started to come back one by one.

There was no one to help me change clothes, even if I may have had help getting inside the room. Next to the bed, I sat in my jeans and shoes. I was partially shirtless; I was wearing just one sleeve. I was embarrassed by my own stupidity for a second. I felt like a complete moron for a moment. I couldn't even take off my own clothes; that's how inebriated I was. I reapplied it and strode aimlessly towards the restroom.

I was wide awake and there was no going back, even though it was only eight in the morning. My sister's labored breathing and infrequent snores indicated that Kayle and Mom were still asleep when I barefootedly slipped by her open door. Conversely, Mom's door was ajar. had plenty of room.

After two days of lying face down on the blankets, resting her arms on her slacks, she finally got herself ready for bed. This time, though, it felt different, more intimate, as she revealed her nude back to me. I stayed at the doorway, letting my eyes wander up and down her body without fear of criticism, maybe because her head was turned away from me.

She now has a small tan from our time in the sun, and her legs were incredibly smooth. Elegant and curvaceous. As I peered higher, my heart rate increased, and I could make out the faint silhouette of her inner thighs in her seemingly overtight black underwear. With their exquisite framing, they brought out the round globes of her buttocks and her cheeks. Drawing the eye inward to her lower tummy, the curved contours of her cheeks create a circular pattern.

My lecherous gaze was interrupted as her breath froze in her throat. She got to her feet, said something she couldn't hear, and repositioned her arms. She returned to her deep sleep shortly after, her heavy breathing returning.

My senses went into overdrive, and I cautiously retreated from the doorway. I don't know what was wrong with me. My only intention was to examine my mother's corpse. In the midst of the chaos, I shook my head and immediately regretted my choice. I gingerly made my way downstairs, leaning against a wall for support, appreciative of the coffee that I knew was there.

I had poured a cup within the first ten minutes when I heard footfall coming from downstairs.

Behind me, my sister's voice chimed, "Hey, look who's up. I would love a cup, thank you."

Smiling, I cocked my head. I murmured, "Good morning to you too," as I beheld her in her low-hanging polka-dot pajama bottoms and pink tank top. She looked just as untidy as I did. From the drying rack, I retrieved a more cup. I gave my sister the scalding liquid as soon as I filled it up.

Through her heavy eyelids, she smiled as she firmly grasped the cup with both hands. ids. She fluttered across the surface, her lips pursed. She murmured, "Thanks," before taking a large gulp. "Oh myGod,God, that's amazing... How'd you sleep?"

I settled into a seat at the kitchen island. "I was out like a light. I don't even remember getting in the room."

Seated across from me, she chuckled and said, "I'm not surprised; you were a pain in the ass to get up there anyway."

"So it was you."

Nodding, she gave the signal. "Yep. Both you and mom passed out in the backseat, all snuggled up like prom dates."

I arching my back arched. "Prom dates, huh? Is that a thing?"

"Now it is."

I extended my back and remarked, "Well, thanks for the help. I could hear vertebrae breaking." Did you also help Mom?""too?"

She raised her arms and arched her back in an affirmative statement, saying, "Yes, sir. She was easier, but she was much further gone than you were." in addition. She felt as if her breasts were about to burst through the seams of the tank top.

I redirected my attention to my cup. "You might want to close the door next time when you leave," I said.

"Aw, why would I do that?" she muttered as she returned to her seat. "I wanted you to wake up to something pleasing."

Smirking, I glanced up and saw her. "Furthest thing first, gross," I remarked. "Secondly, there's nothing to see that I didn't see yesterday."

I narrowed my eyes. "She didn't go completely topless at the beach."

"Well, she was facedown when I walked by," I informed her. I made the comment as I savored my last drop of coffee.

Widely, she grinned. "Ah ha! So you did look!"

"I never said I didn't look; I'm just stating that you should close the door!" I exclaimed as I rose from the counter. "What's wrongs with you trying to get me to see mom naked anyway? It's kind of weird."

Kayle stared at her brew, engrossed in the curling vapor emanating from the rich roast. Then she shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I personally enjoy looking at her. You have to be honest; in the last couple days, she's looked fucking hot. She exudes a natural heat that surpasses that of a model. It's probably always been there, but maybe I'm just noticing it now. I don't know what it is, but maybe seeing her open up is kind of making me open up too." She took a deep breath, her eyes focusing on me. "I mean, remember? At the end of the shoot, it was truly incredible. She almost took off her pants in front of us both! It was so crazy! Moreover, it was exhilarating to shave her intimate area. She shook her head, her voice growing husky. "I never knew mom could be such a tease."

She said, "Yeah, that caught me a little off guard too." I agreed, seeing that her nipples were stiffening.

"And so," she said, "after seeing mom's amazing tits up close last night, I kind of had another wild idea." I decided the least I could do was give you a chance to see them, too. It was comparable to showing thanks. She grinned up at me.

"So, to express my gratitude for yesterday, were you planning to show me someone else's tits?" I asked with a tilt of my head.The moment my inquiry was out, I knew it was completely naive.

Leaning back on her stool, she squinted and asked, "Are you implying that you would like me to expose my privates to you?""Oh no," she exclaimed.

A resounding "no!" Yeah, that's totally... My words stumbled out as I tried to explain that.

"Are you sure? It sounds like you were interested in seeing my tits," she asked with a widening grin."its?"

"No Kayle, Seriously, I don't want to see your breasts."

"Don't call them breasts;;; call them tits. It sounds dirtier."

"Stay away from those people; I'm not threatening them in any way. Just keep those to yourself," I pointed out. In an effort to divert our conversation, I turned to wash my cup in the sink. a discussion. "Jesus, this whole weekend's been so fucking weird."

Kayle persisted, sneaking up on me from behind. "Well, I guess if you want to see them, then yes, I should show them to you."

Oh no. As I shifted my attention to my sister, I placed the cup in the dishwasher. "Kayle, no means no. I don't want to see your tits. I don't want to see Mom's tits. You are my sister and our mother. This situation is significantly out of the ordinary.norm."

Her mischievous expression was palpable. "Who cares about conformity? This is more exciting." Her mischievous smile vanished, and she revealed gentle lips and gentle eyes. "Big Brother, do you understand what that means?" I'm feeling a bit loose in this top. Her fingers tinkered with the frail straps as she wondered why they kept falling down.

I indicated her with my index finger.

I don't think so! Stop it, Kayle!"

She looked at me with wide puppy-dog eyes and said, "Stop what?"" she asked, letting one strap slide off her shoulder. r shoulder. "Oh,"Oh, there, you see? They're doing it again."

"Kayle..."

She went on. "Well, I suppose it's for the best that it is; it's getting quite warm in here. Are you starting to feel a bit warmer?" She parted her hair, exposed her shoulders. She pushed her breasts together, gripping the stool seat between her legs, and the fabric clung to her top.

"You know what, Kayle, I'm going to go to the other room." "You do whatever you want with your breasts, tits, melons, whatever...," I pointed out. Not a hoot for me. "Just let me be in there while you remain here."

Regaining her smile, she drew in a deep breath and clutched her chest. "Is that so?" she asked. Would you compare them to melons?With one in each hand, she lifted them up.

"Fuck it," I said, rolling my eyes. Enjoy yourselves!"

Just as I was about to depart, she gave me a grin and said, "I will." Then her eyes widened and swiveled to my privates. "Oh, why hey there, little guy!Asking if he was attempting to play outside, she spoke up. She nudged her breasts to show that she knew some people you could like.

There are few things more humiliating than having your body betray you and your loved ones. I looked down and was astonished and humiliated to see that my jeans were sticking out in front of me. Despite my mental discomfort, my cock was overjoyed by my sister's offer.

I walked out of the kitchen screaming, "God damn it, Kayle!" My face was red and my dignity was long gone. "I don't have time for this. I've got your project to work on."

With a sudden change in attitude, she yelled out, "Oh sh*t!" and ran after me, adjusting her straps as she went. "Please let me help!"

While retrieving my camera and computer bag, I remarked, "No, you have your boobs to worry about." Even after all this time, my cock begged to be buried between her, what I can only assume were, breathtaking tits.

"I'm sorry, Jason; I was just teasing. I really want to see them!"

Her begging eyes revealed honesty, and I looked over at her. I yelled out, "Alright," before pointing to her chest. "But they say it inside."

"No guarantees," she stated. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

I placed the laptop on the dining table, shaking my head in disapproval. The time it took to connect all the cords and turn on the computer was comparable to the time it took for all the images to transfer. The time has come for us to leave. The application was up and running after the images were imported.

We arranged our chairs in close proximity to one another, working side by side, and we turned down the lights so that they wouldn't shine directly on our screen.

"Here we go," I whispered to myself with confidence. It might take some time because there are slightly more than 2,500 images in all.

"Wow, that many?" queried Kayle with a whistle."

I kept my head down and my eyes on the screen as I nodded. "Yup. "I usually just skim the pictures and mark the ones that seem promising. You got a lot of looks," I scrolled back to the beginning. In this approach, we can determine our preferred medium. Does that meet your needs?She stared at me, excitedly chewing her bottom lip, and nodded as I studied her. A gentle, pale light shone down her cheeks, highlighting her delicate complexion.

"All righty then, here we go."

We devoured each and every one, working as a team, and approved one out of ten. The other nine were fine, though some would make our mother cringe, but the ones we kept, the ones that looked like they came from a magazine, were much better. And though the clothing was the event, the main attraction was, without a doubt, our model. Kayle blew me away with her intense professionalism—she tackled the project with unwavering pride.

I would never have thought this was her first time around; she appeared so natural, fun, provocative, and attractive; she opened up in ways I hadn't seen since childhood, if ever. She looked like a puppet untethered from its strings.

We found an image of her standing in the surf, dressed in a yellow sundress that reached her knees; the skirt was flared to fall just below the hip; the camera obscured the low cut in the back; a gust of wind had whipped up, and she had leaned to keep the dress from flapping, laughing as her eyes sparkled like the water behind her.

I pondered the concept, then realized I had actually spoken it aloud: "She wears those clothes well." Oh, my.

As with me, Kayle's thoughts appeared to be wandering, but she finally managed to murmur, "Yes, she does." "To be honest with you, most of those are made with her in mind."

Okay, first batch finished. "I can tell." I marked it as a warning and continued. The next stop is the swimwear.

"About damn time," Kayle murmured, and I stared at her in anguish. "What?!"Her question was rhetorical.

Clicking the next snap, I shook my head.

Although these shots mostly conveyed the same feelings, there was a subtle change in the mood. Her smiles were still there, but their meaning had changed from joy to seduction. I didn't realize how well she was implementing my suggestions at the time. There was still a flirtatious element, but what seemed like someone at the beach before now becomes a seductive figure who draws you in.

I wish I could say that we were more lenient in these photos, but that's not true. On the contrary, we were trying to be more meticulous, rigorous, and flaw-finding. However, as we progressed, we became increasingly sidetracked. We were so engrossed in the images that we forgot to flag them and kept clicking from one to another. Eventually, we came across her leaning over in the light blue bikini, capturing our hungry gaze.

The sensual image captivated us, and we remained glued to the screen for what seemed like an eternity. The screen showed her ass in exquisite detail, with only a thin blue sheet of fabric to break up the visual impact. As I took her in, my breath became heavier, and I locked eyes with hers, which returned the feeling. I felt a surge of desire, and my senses were at their peak as I felt blood rush to my groin.

"Jason, have you never done boudoir before? I thought that was a given.Kayle asked in a raspy tone.

With a deliberate nod, I replied, "Yes, I'm absolutely positive."

"It might be worth a try," she murmured. "If I were a guy, I'd be all over that." I could sense her breath as she drew nearer. "Jesus, just look at her."

"She would still be your mother."

She responded, "I'm not sure that would deter me."

Every breath became more difficult as my muscles tensed. My cock pressed against the tightness of my jeans, pleading for attention. I shook my head, attempting to pull myself out of this intense aroused state. I hoped Kayle would keep her eyes on the screen and not notice the twitching in my pants.

And Kayle chuckled, saying, "She's such a tease."

Is this it?Out of nowhere, Mom's voice resounded behind us.

We were both taken aback by the unexpected invasion of our privacy, and she leaned against the doorway in her white cotton bathrobe, arms crossed behind her. Her hair glistened as if slightly damp, and her complexion had that glow of freshly showered skin. Her gaze was fixed on the computer, where she saw a full-screen version of herself, portrayed as naughty and mischievous.

Well, isn't it their lot?"I feel like I appear to be quite overweight," she questioned, her gaze fixed on the photo.

As Kayle started giggling uncontrollably, I nearly threw my chair out of my chair.

I asked my mother, "You look fine, Mom." My family seems to be in utter disarray.

She shrugged and crossed over to stand behind us, leaning in to get a better look. Suddenly, her aroma enveloped me, a blend of vanilla and lavender. I tried not to look distracted, but I couldn't find a safe place to look. Our mother seemed about to reveal her privates in front of me, and right beside her, I could see her robe slipping open, revealing her full bust. A small puddle of water dripped from a damp hair, falling between her bust and bust.

Do you mind if I do?With her eyes fixed on me, she inquired.

Once again, my wicked surroundings stunned me, and I leaped in my seat, asking, "W-what??"She grinned and gestured toward the trackpad I was using while I fumbled for words. "Oh, it's all yours," I exclaimed, getting up to make room for her.

Standing just above her, with my hand on her chair, I attempted not to look down her chest while she sat and expressed her gratitude; it was one of the most difficult things I had ever done.

"I can't believe you two didn't hold out for me," she remarked, her voice barely audible as she panned the camera to reveal her backside.

I was planning to put on a big show after all the edits were finished, so I refrained. "Some of them aren't too flattering."

Muttering under her breath, "Really?" Mom swept her eyes over the picture. "What do you think about this one? Is it good?" she asked as she pivoted around to look at me and raised an eyebrow.

You must be fooling me, Kayle inquired. "Look at you, Mom. You're absolutely astonishing!""

She smiled at Kayle before returning her attention to me and asked, "Do you also think so?""

Without really needing to, I refocused on the picture and said, "Absolutely."

With a broad grin, Mom returned to her computer and proceeded to click on the next image. "What can I say?" she asked. You have very great photographic skills.

That was all you had, and I simply caught the moment, so I shook my head and said, "It was not me who made you look good."

She said, "You do that well," as four more increasingly sexualized images scrolled by on the screen. With her mouth covered, she remarked, "I still can't believe I did some of these." "What kind of mother am I?"

"In my opinion, Mom, it's the best," Kayle declared.

"I don't think I can say I'm the best. Certainly not after this one," she added, selecting the photo of herself removing her top. "I'd think they'd take my 'Mother of the Year' title away for that."

I made the joke, "I'm sure some people would actually offer it to you," without knowing where the notion originated. "Aside from that, we are the only ones who know that you are our mother. No one else knows."

It was as if that lifted a burden from her.

Her clicking persisted. "You do have a point." "Kinda makes you wonder, though, doesn't it?"

Kayle and I exchanged glances. My sister said, "What's that?"

My mom went on. "It makes you wonder if we've ever seen photos like ours."

When I questioned, "You mean like a mom modeling?" people often scoffed.

"Maybe," she kept clicking the mouse. Maybe the photographer is related to the model in some way. Who knows? Perhaps the people in the photo are related. Without a doubt, that would change the whole situation, wouldn't it? She couldn't tear her gaze away from the final shot I had captured. With her thumbs firmly gripping the bikini bottoms, she skillfully slipped them over her hips. She radiated a soft glow as the light reflected off her skin and down her body. However, we couldn't take our gaze off of her delicate fringe, which hinted at what might lie beneath. Unadulterated desire gushed out of the shot.

Mum trembled as if her goosebumps had roiled. When she heard it, her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "What am I saying? Sorry, that sounded really bad. I don't know what's come over me."

I softly murmured, "It's fine, Mom," as I rested my hand on her shoulder and my finger caressed the exposed flesh of her neck. It was electrifying. "We're not judging." .

She glanced across at us, grinned, and then shook her head. "Thanks."

With a mischievous grin, Kayle grinned. As she gestured towards the photographs, she asked, "Aren't they cool?"

Mummy gave a subtle nod. "I'm blown away."

"Me too!" Kayle responded. "When do you anticipate finishing?" she inquired of me.

The clock was approaching noon when I checked it. "Let me take another look to see which are keepers, but... I'll probably have the best done by the end of today."

"Alright, so you're stuck around for dinner," Mom announced.

"Um, I'm not sure."

"It's lasagna."

"I'm staying." The fact that she makes everything from scratch should be enough to explain this.

Standing up and stretching again next to me, Kayle asked, "Is Dad going to be here?"

Defiantly, mom shrugged her shoulders. Going to the kitchen, she said, "We'll see." "I'm going to make lunch in the meantime."

As Kayle watched her mom go, she shook her head in disapproval.

"Hey, bro," she murmured. "After they're all done, can I still get copies of all of them?"

For my part, I just shrugged. "I don't see why not. I'll put them in two separate folders for you."

"Me too," Mom chimed in from the kitchen. It seems like her hearing only improved as time went on.

My voice echoed, "You got it," as I sat down at the desk. The day was shaping up to be lengthy.

Section 5.0

It had been more than seven days, and I was back in between engagements. There was a requirement for a photographer to capture menu items and promotional images for an upcoming sushi business. I realised after taking a few promotional images that it's not necessarily ideal to be present when the sausage is being made. My photos have become more daring after my 'Day at the Beach' experience, but the waitresses were cute. It was strange to draw inspiration from your mother's explicit behavior and then request the same from other people. I managed to create the illusion of yearning with innocent smiles, even if there weren't any underwear photos.

The owner was overjoyed the whole time, embracing my suggestions and letting me go with them, thus the shoot was a success. One of the females stood out to me among the rest, but all of the girls were fantastic. Maybe it was her playful eye-batting or her offbeat jokes; I couldn't tell. My hunger has been over the roof and my desire has been nonstop for the past seven days. That much is certain. Had I overexercised myself? After more than a year of not dating, I finally gave in and had some fun with a woman. As if I were reliving puberty, my hormones seemed to have abruptly thrown back into overdrive. I would jerk off two or even three times a day because my cock would get aroused at the slightest indication of anything sexual. Returning to the field was essential. I had to meet a girl, figure out how to make it work, or, if that failed, plough her land and plant some oats. I would be overjoyed if this adorable little black-haired girl were to be my new playful model.

In addition to providing the ideal impetus, it appeared as though I had an inside track. The moment I met her gaze, she grinned and laughed at my jokes. I thought this would be easy. As soon as I turned off the camera at the end of the shot, my confidence seemed to go. I don't know why, but it happened. Everything I had mentally prepared, even the words and sayings, faded away in the last few minutes. I mean, I had the most fantastical ideas for lines—ideas of situations in which I could simply approach her, say them, and she would beg me to fuck her on the counter in front of anyone who happened to be looking. Even though it was completely out of the question, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't possible.

My mind was as empty as my face as I stood before this beautiful goddess, who seemed to be waiting for me to speak. This could serve as a case study if you wish to discuss uncomfortable situations. She waited patiently as I faltered to come up with her name; she said nothing and simply grinned. Her name eludes me to this day, and it's embarrassing. In order to rescue myself, I thanked her, gathered my belongings, and ran away.

My phone beeped with a fresh text message right as I finished berating myself in the rearview mirror. Kayle was the rightful owner.

K: Hey there, Big B! I sent in my portfolio, and they were really impressed with the pictures. Thank you so much! I am incredibly grateful.

Well, I must admit, that made me smile. My response was typed out.

ME: Absolutely, sister. Good to hear that was enjoyable for you.

Even when I hit "Send," I couldn't put the phone down until I heard back from her.

I found them unappealing, K. In love with them. Impressions were universal.

K: It will be so sweet when we do it again!

Giggles ensued. We had never considered doing another shoot before, so why not?

ME: Of course. When you have more to share, please inform me. It was a blast.

Just as I was going to set the phone down, she snapped back.

Okay, I'll take care of it.

The following day...

I am bored, K. Tell me what you're up to.

I simply got into my vehicle. The new Pine St. location was the site of my session.

Q: Where is this new place?

ME: A sushi bar, that is. The meal is delicious.

Okay, I see. What happened?

I'm good.

ME: It's better than fine, actually. Everything went well, but I'm still not quite coherent.

Hey, what's going on?

As the engine sputtered to a halt, I fixed my gaze on the screen. Oh well.

ME: Actually, not much. I nearly choked up in this girl's presence.

As for sushi, are you a fan?

On the sushi, I'm afraid not.

ME: For some reason, I was unable to ask her out on a date. I believe I freaked out.

K: Ha ha!!!!!!!

A: Are you kidding me?

K: You should have been able to do that by now, given your age.

My gaze was wildly darting over the screen.

MICHAEL: Holy cow. I appreciate your backing.

Awwww, K, please. It's all in good fun.

K asked whether she was cute.

YOU: Absolutely. She was a key coworker of mine.

K: Oh, wow, one of the models! Mr. Photographer, look at you.

I completely failed. You seem to have forgotten about that.

K: Well, you were making an effort, though. Can you describe her? What makes her special?

My reaction was a written shrug of the shoulders.

I thought she was hilarious and cute. But she was reluctant to let her guard down in front of the camera at first.

Go ahead, K.

ME: I'm not sure. It was funny how sassy she was. I took it as a good sign when she mocked me occasionally.

Eyes are lovely, I thought. She seemed to stare at me directly through the camera.

Like Mom did, sort of? K: Yes.

ME: Perhaps, but I'm not sure. Certainly, she lacked Mom's level of lunacy.

Because of this, why is it happening now? It was my assumption that you were too busy to care about the ladies.

I'm really unsure, actually. I've had a wild week.

The answer is "K."

A photo session with Mom, huh? That's what I've been thinking about, K.

Myself: Absolutely. Just a hint. Why?

P: Absolutely nothing. This whole week, I've been kind of tensing up.

I believe Mom as well.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

K: Okay. assure me that I will not lose it?

ME: No, but I'd wanna know anyhow.

A moment passed, and following that:

K: I saw her taking a shower.

Concerned about any inquisitive eyes in the quiet car, my eyes dilated and I pressed the phone against my chest. After berating myself, I spoke up.

(to myself): What? At what point?!

I was up early yesterday, K. Upon waking up early and making my way downstairs, I found her seated at the computer, her back turned away from me.

Initially, I assumed she was out and about doing some shopping when she let out this moooaaaan sound.

ME: She was perusing explicit content?!?

Yes, I do!

ME: That's hilarious!

My imagination flashed to a scene where I was standing in Kayle's shoes, stealthily making my way around the bend to behold that sight. I could feel my cock tensing up at the mere mention of the concept.

YOU: What were you up to?

I don't know, K. All I did was stand there. It looked like she was clicking her mouse with one hand and stroking her tit with the other.

K: She was standing with her legs apart. That temperature was unbearable!

It was as if my cock were pleading for mercy from inside my jeans.

THE PERSON: You're terrible. Receiving arousal from Mom.

K: Oh, I see! I can't stand it! However, it made me sweat. Oh no, it's still on my mind!

As if it were fire, my blood started to rip through my entire being.

ME: Holy cow, TMI!

I uttered the words, albeit my sincerity was lacking.

S: Oh, please. This picture is hot, and you can't deny it. You would have been completely paralyzed with fear if you had laid eyes on her.

I guess you're having a hard time right now, K. Is that so?

ME: Well, that's a bit intimate.

Why, K? You are aware that I am undressed.

K: Describe your cock, please. Don't you think it's tough?

K: Quick, Big Brother. Speak out now.

This drove me crazy. I typed my one-word response with trembling fingers.

ME: Perhaps.

K: I had an inkling!

K: Is it inappropriate that I'm getting more aroused by this?

Personally, I think so!

Kudos to you. I thought you were still in the car.

Yes, I said. Why?

All I can say is that it's unfortunate. Since I am at home, I will be able to attend to my own needs.

K: Sitting quietly in public while wearing a boner is quite acceptable.

ME: Okay, guys, let's start with the embarrassing part. Secondly, that is cruel.

Kevin: What? I only want to express how awful it is for you.

My cat and I are going to play together immediately.

A: It's lovely.

ME: Please tell me that you aren't doing it at this very moment.

K: Perhaps.

Yes, I am.

ME: Alright, this is becoming somewhat excessive.

K: Oh, please, just play for a while.

I have to leave anyhow, so no. The idea of chatting with my younger sister via SMS while she fiddles with her nails is too good to pass up.

ME: Just so you know, that was sarcasm.

K: I really doubt that.

K: Alright.

Do you happen to have time this weekend to stop by for family dinner?

ME: Sure, I'll make it.

All right.

A: Alright, then!

ME: Stay well, sister.

Okay, I'll take care of it. I need to feed a kitten. To the trouser snake: Take it easy!

I tossed my phone into the passenger seat while rolling my eyes. I thought my heart had moved since my cock was so hard and pounding.

My pants were fastened around my ankles and cocks held in my hand as I sped home in the automobile. As I worked up a sweat and a sweet release, I reminded myself to picture the waitress removing her garments, her lips pursed as she begged for my cum. The more often it happened, the less terrible the shame was, but every time I closed my eyes, visions of my sister's moist and ravenous pussy warped my mind.

As the two days drew to a close on my calendar, I could feel the anticipation building for our family supper. Apparent infinity elapsed as the time went by. There was a simultaneous dulling and amplification of my perceptions. It felt as if, all through adolescence, I had been shambling aimlessly around my flat. Even in high school, my libido was never this strong. My conscience fought valiantly to keep me calm, but it was like the last iceberg in hot waters: it gradually melted away until there was nothing but thoughts of the other sex and two of these members in particular.

When I finally addressed them, what was I going to say? My sister and mom have been the objects of my sexual fantasies for the past several days; how can I look them in the eye now? What am I to do? What am I to do, really? This is my family, my ancestors, my kin. Having such inclinations is the most sinful thing you can do, according to both the law and common sense. But the more I thought about the ethics of these partnerships, the more I wanted to experience it for myself. It was making love, but in a way that immediately became my deepest, darkest fantasy; try to put yourself in my shoes and imagine the intensity of experiencing the black side of love-making.

So, how does one go from dreaming to actually living their life? Would I be willing to take the chance, and how much would it cost? If one party did anything, the other would have to do the same, but what if they weren't similar? I would let my guard down and be totally exposed. Everything would come to a halt if I were publicly shamed, rejected, or exposed. Even if it's a dire scenario, I seriously doubt it would get that bad. Actually, the likelihood that we're all in this together is rising. If that were the case, we'd need a catalyst to give this growing powder keg the push it needs to explode. My father will be entrusted with the responsibility.

As I entered the house that Sunday night, he exclaimed, "Check out my new gadget!" Clutching a brand-new digital SLR, he stood over the dining room table amidst stacks of plastic and cardboard. His fingers tinkered with the knobs in a fit of pure joy.

I gazed at the familiar device and yelled, "Wow, Pops! That's awesome!" at it. "I didn't know you needed a new one."

"I believe it is the same model as yours," your mother said, "but I didn't pick it up myself."

Yes, it was.

"The timing is absolutely perfect," he added, his eyes narrowed as he peered through the viewfinder.

"What gives?""

Tomorrow morning, I have an early trip to China. "Last minute notice." He put the camera in a red bag and turned it off, never looking at me. "I have to audit one of the manufacturing facilities."

So, in my opinion, yeah. Can you tell me how long you will be away?"

For only one week only. Return on Saturday, absolutely exhausted from jet lag, I assure you.

I responded, "Probably. Where is Mom anyway?""

He then went to the kitchen, where he announced, "She just picked up some Chinese and is in there with Kayle."

"Chinese cuisine ante China?Observing the irony, I inquired.

A lack of excitement was evident in his tone as he murmured, "Yup." He then added, "She's kind of in a mood."

As I turned to exit, I paused in the doorway and said, "Thanks for the heads up. Are you not coming?""

I need to finish packing up and then hit the sack," he said, shaking his head. I was about to leave again, but this time he stopped me. "We'll talk next week," he said.

Oh, and would you mind informing your mom that I'll be spending the night on Kayle's futon in her office?"I don't want to wake her when I leave because she's such a light sleeper," he said, sensing my perplexity. Do you not understand?

When he turned back to his work, I had no choice but to finally exit the room. Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed Kayle and Mom seated at the counter, munching on takeout Chinese food. Kayle was wearing a green spaghetti-strap tank top and black yoga pants, while Mom sported a charming gray summer dress.

"If it isn't my two favorite ladies," I remarked as I sneaked up behind them.

As they slurped up a long noodle, they both turned to smile at me, Kayle.

As Mom stood up to kiss me on the cheek and murmured, "Hi, baby," Kayle stayed seated and raised her arms in an embrace request, chopsticks and chow mein still in her grasp. I leaned down and gave her a hard squeeze.

"Help yourself," Mom said, gesturing toward the abundance of white boxes. "I may have splurged a bit too much," she replied, gesturing at a box, "but I think that one over there is the beef with broccoli."

"Mom, you always make a fuss," Kayle remarked.

"I second that," I remarked as I gathered some groceries and a container for my own use.

"At least you kids never went hungry."

"You got us there," I remarked with a smile, taking a big bite of my food. "So Dad's going to Ch..." I was about to say something else, but I halted myself when I noticed Kayle's wide eyes and her head shaking in protest.

As Mom wrung her hands out in frustration, she mumbled something about "yes, flights tomorrow at 5 a.m.," adding, "He's packing up now."

"Apologies, but is this trending at the moment?" I asked.Anxiety seems to permeate the atmosphere.

Feeling more at ease, she said, "No, it's alright. She said, "It is what it is," and then she put her food down and took a long drink of wine.

It was a good camera. Why are we here today?"

In contrast, she shook her head this time. "There was no occasion," she looked at me and said, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I just wanted to do something nice." Her smile was sincere or not, but I returned her smile nevertheless.

Saying, "Well, it was," I quickly felt the urge to shift the conversation's focus to something positive. "Kayle, tell me the good news yet."

"About the shoot? My mom rolled her eyes and laughed; this was real." Throughout the past week, that has been the exclusive subject of discussion.

"Um, um. Kayle steadfastly asserted, "I'm sure we have talked about other things," even as her confidence wavered. We've covered Jason extensively.

"What?With my hunger sated, I inquired once more, "What about me?""

With a slight hiccup, Kayle said, "I told her about your cold feet at the sushi place."

"What did you do?""Why would you?" I said with astonishment. "My eyes were wide.""

"I may have managed to get it out of her," Mom remarked in a soothing tone, "but it's not her fault, Jason."

"No, I'm not... Given the deluge of inquiries that were directed at me all at once, I stumbled over my words and fumbled.

"Honestly, I don't think it made a difference. We were more confused than anything else," Mom remarked. During the shoot two weeks ago, you exuded such self-assurance and determination. Very..." Her eyes were without focus as she searched for words. "... manly in nature. In essence, I completed nearly all of your requests. You ruled the roost. You were decisive in taking care of your needs and wants. You felt completely at ease. Since it wasn't you, we were understandably perplexed.

Please accept my utmost gratitude, ladies. I looked between my mom and sister. Wow, I'm so ashamed right now.

"Oh, shush, you're fine," Mom replied, hurling a handkerchief at me. Kayle grinned and giggled, popping a shimmery mushroom into her mouth.

I placed an empty box on the table and said, "Well, that's nice." I was relieved to hear that my family loves to talk about my dating life, or lack thereof. I am deeply comforted.

"I sense sarcasm," Mom remarked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. Kayle began to giggle once more. It was then that I noticed the nearly empty red bottle next to them.

I think it's awesome, Jason. Who else will you confide in if not us?In response to my question, my darling sister remarked, "I've already shared most of my secrets with you." I had begun to recognize the twinkle in her eyes from our conversations in recent weeks.

I finally mustered up the courage to say, "Alright, perfectly. Some ideas?"

They glanced at one other before Mom spoke out. "We simply believe that you should begin within your own surroundings. From what I gather, you were rather comfortable in front of the camera. You lost all composure the moment you walked up to it. When you're in a position of power, ask a female for what you want.

According to Kayle, "I'm with Mom on that."

"Alright," I shrugged my shoulders and looked back between the two women. "I'll try it sometime."

They pretended to be twins for an instant as smiles spread across their cheeks.

"Alright," our mom replied, her gaze flitting to the microwave clock. "Seeing as how we don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn, how about a movie night?""

"Sounds like a good time," Kayle replied.

"I'm down," I responded.

"That was fantastic! I pulled her back from getting up so she could finish cleaning up, and then I told the kids to go get something from the cabinet.

I understand, Mom. "You and Kayle choose something, and I'll be right there with you."

"You don't have to."

Hold your ground. "I know, but I insist." I said firmly. "Go get the bottle I brought and open it." Oh, so you two were responsible for killing the last one.

Glancing up at me, her eyes were as dazzling as diamonds.

She leaned in for another kiss on my cheek as she said, "Thank you, Jason." The warmth of her lips lingered in my mouth even after she moved away.

With the girls gone, I was left to my chores, which weren't too bad. Since there was more food to be put away than eaten, I emptied the containers and trash into the can as fast as I could. As I lifted the lid, my gaze fell on something inside, and I halted.

A little pink shopping bag with glitter-printed letters lay on top of a smashed and empty cereal box. I reached into the bin and removed the paper, my curiosity getting the better of me.

The receipt I was holding was from a lingerie boutique in our mall; it was barely faded but printed with today's date. As I looked at it, I saw that my mother, Lucy Jones, had bought a black garter belt set with bra and pants. Suddenly, my imagination ran wild with visions of my mother in various positions, equally undressed, flaunting her new nightwear. The thought of my forbidden desire was making my heart race, and I had a revelation.

Mom asked for a copy of the images the day after the shoot—not just the ones for the portfolio, but all of them—because she knew they would capture the most alluring parts of our session.

Kayle asserts that her mother has been behaving in an unusual manner for the last seven days, leading her to get so sexually excited that she masturbated in front of pornographic internet content while Kayle was at home.

My parents just got new digital cameras—the same brand as mine—and my mom got a provocative set of underwear.

It appears that the photo shoot left its mark on all of us. Mom was so aroused by the limelight that she is attempting to relive the experience through more provocative means. Based on Dad's reaction to the camera, Mom likely didn't even have a chance to mention the lingerie before he dropped the China bomb on her.

The pieces of our puzzle began to fit together in that moment. They want me to be more forceful, and I can't argue with that. Mom needs to be the center of attention, but she needs to be directed into action. But what about Kayle? I was shadowed during the shoot, and for the past week I've been taunted and teased constantly. My sister, who got her pants wet watching our mother indulge herself, is the one responsible. I had a suspicion, but I needed to confirm it.

I laid the trash can lid down, tossed the receipt in with it, and sealed it. As I rinsed my hands, I caught a glimpse of my own shadowy reflection in the window over the sink. It was as if I were staring at a shadowy version of myself, but it still represented who I was or was becoming. I straightened up, my concentration sharpened, as if I were peering into my subconscious and seeing the start of a new journey being charted. I felt prepared for whatever lay ahead.

I went into the living room to join the sisters, but our father was nowhere to be found. Kayle lay on the love seat, watching our movie channels, while Mom lounged on the sofa opposite her. On the coffee table, three glasses of wine were waiting, but only one was half filled.

"We were wondering when you were going to show up," Kayle said, continuing her search.

"I apologize; I became entangled in something," I said, settling down on the floor. Is anything progressing at this point?"

She said with a disappointed tone, "Nooo. Nothing to get too excited about."

With a quick glance across the room at Dad's lone red camera bag resting on the table, I went for my glass and took a long drink, allowing my worries and doubts to start to fade.

I inhaled deeply and said, "So, Mom, I never got the chance to ask you about Kayle's pictures. Are you sure you have all the copies?"

I received them last Monday from Kayle, so I can say, "Oh, definitely," she started. I was blown away by them. As she sat down on the couch, legs crossed, and drink in hand, her radiant smile saying, "I am so proud of you," illuminated the room.

Thanks; it means a lot to me. My cheeks flushed as I responded with a smile. I sat down on the opposite side of her couch and leaned into the corner, acknowledging that I was perhaps the greatest model of all time.

"Oh, please, stop." Her cheeks flushed again. "I was merely enjoying myself."

As Kayle responded, "We could tell," she shifted her focus to a late-night comedy station that none of us paid any attention to.

I thought it was a lot of fun.When asked why I was taking another drink, I replied, "To be honest, I'm quite interested in... Is it possible that we may do another shoot at some point? In my opinion, it's great practice.

With a smile, she moved around in her chair and said, "Certainly, I would. "I will support you in any way I can."

Kayle arched an eyebrow. "I don't have anything ready right now, though. I put all my effort into the one we just did."

"Yes" was my response. "I see your point, but I was hoping for something different—something new and exciting that may help me out—rather than a traditional fashion shot.

In response to Mom's inquiry, my sister's eyes grew narrow.

"What were you considering?""

You two were just chatting about how I'm at ease in front of the camera; it's my comfort zone. There must be a method for me to integrate the two aspects of partnerships. I want to bring a new degree of closeness to my photography. I took a deep breath and kept going. "And so, because I trust you both implicitly, I figured you would be an incredible resource for me to stretch my legs and try something more provocative."

Kayle asked her question as Mom sipped from her drink.

"More provocative? Like what?"

I believe I should begin experimenting with boudoir, which is comparable to the question you asked in the car earlier.

This is ridiculous, right?Kayle constricted her pupils.

"Yes" was my response.

The two slumped back, their expressions devoid of emotion, and the room fell into a profound silence.

Do you really need our opinion?I asked my mom.

"I was actually hoping for your participation as a model."

Leaning back, she recrossed her legs and inhaled deeply.

"Jason, I don't think--"

I cut you off and said, "Let me explain why before you say anything."

Her tone was one of gradual approval as she said, "Alright."

I leaned forward and said, "Thanks, Mom. I've been thinking about our shoot a lot lately. We trusted each other, it was fun, and we got some amazing shots. The kids were staring at me, their attention riveted on what I was saying.

The more I've pondered it, the more I feel like I was tapping into something else, something that's obviously a bit riskier. I mean, I was having trouble finding the right words, but basically, what I'm trying to express is that I want to explore a different direction or avenue here. We're all aware that it took an interesting turn in the end. After all, pictures can make you feel things you never felt before. I realize this is going to sound strange and perhaps improper, but it really isn't all that different from the picture session we were in earlier. To put it another way, it has a distinct undertone. I need a model and an assistant to pull that off, and I don't think I could find better people than you two.

While they absorbed the words, a palpable tension filled the air, and Kayle's gaze darted from Mom to me, clearly eager to know what she thought.

"Before I say yes or no, what were you thinking?" our mother asked as she sipped deeply from her glass.She returned her gaze to mine as she reclined on the sofa.

"Something simple," I said, feeling my cheeks flush. Anything that could provide the impression of intimacy.

"You're being awfully vague," she pointed out. "I know you have a specific idea of what you want."

A mischievous grin spread across my face as I realized how well she knows me.

Yeah, I do. Underwear or lingerie sprang to mind.

Is that lingerie? Her tone was unaffected as she arched an eyebrow, suggesting that it could be really daring.

Ultimately, I suppose. The kind is the determining factor.

Her thoughts wandered back to her glass as she watched the wine swirl about the crystal bowl; her cheeks, which were still crimson but were becoming a deeper shade of red, were becoming even more so.

Taking a deep breath, her chest rose. "I'm not sure?" she said. In my opinion, it is not suitable.

The way you feel is very understandable, and I know it sounds strange. The fact is, there's no need to worry about being exposed. I am not interested in seeing naked photos. It would seem like bikini photos, to put it plainly. Precisely the same; the narrative has changed.

Her expression was expressionless as she remained motionless.

"I can't think of anyone better who I trust and who can capture what I'm looking for," I said. "It would mean a lot to me, Mom." Your independence is what I need. Your expressions, curiosity, drive, understanding, and patience are essential, as are your willingness to try. My ideal role model would be you. This was my final journey, and I was still confused about everything. I needed you, Mom.

As Kayle and I gazed up at our mother with apprehensive expectancy, the air was thick with tension, hung heavy like a curtain. Our mother shook her head and completed her glass.

She leaned forward, placed her glass on the coffee table, and said, "Fuck it." Her breasts protruded from her dress, and she scowled. "I better get Mother of the Year for this.""

While I felt a tremendous relief, Kayle's smile grew wider than I had ever seen it before.

"Honestly, I thought it would be best if it were in a bedroom, perhaps a large one with a kingsize bed and a large vanity mirror."

My room? It was immediately clear what I was talking about."

"Yes" was my response.

I guess that might be a little too intimate to talk about... On what date?"

I got to my feet after taking a long breath again and said, "How about now?""

"Right now?" she asked with astonishment. "But your father-"

"He's downstairs, fast asleep. Early flight, remember?"

As she moved around in her chair, her demeanor appeared to shift. "I do." Her clothing appeared to get more constricting in some way. As she raised her big almond eyes to mine, she questioned, "Do you have your camera?"

I said, "No," feeling their collective dissatisfaction. "But I do have a camera."

They looked perplexed as I finally fixed my gaze on Dad's red camera bag, which was positioned across the room.

Bewildered, Kayle replied, "You want to use Dad's camera?" "What a wonderful way to break it in."

"It's the same as mine, and I'll just load the photos onto my laptop, which is in the car. Plus, I want to advantage over this opportunity."

Mom asked with a honeyed voice, "And what opportunity is that, son?"

That made me happy. "You said yes."

Her lips were crimson from the alcohol, and she grinned. She stood up slowly and picked up her glass, saying, "Alright, then." A subtle sway in her hips carried her to the wine cabinet, where she reached for a bottle before turning around. After telling my sister and me, "Come up in ten minutes," she departed, leaving us both shaken.

Kayle had wide, bright eyes and an open mouth.

With our mother's footsteps echoing up the stairs, she murmured, "Oh my god, I can't believe you asked her to do that! I can't believe she said yes!" "I can't believe you did that! What's gotten into you, Big Brother?"

My focus shifted to my beloved sister as I spoke, "I'm just going with my gut now," as I heard the door close upstairs.

"Are you in?" I inquired.

Uncertain, she shook her head. "In for what?"

"I want your help with this. You're part of the reason I'm in this mess, so I think it's only natural for you to be my bounce again."

She got to her feet and leaned in close to me, her voice barely audible as she spoke. As she delicately placed her hand on my forearm, she whispered, "I know you have something up your sleeve, and I am all in." I could feel the fire radiating from her as she spoke. "And if this goes anything like last time, I might need you to be as well."

She drew back, but her lustful baby doll eyes remained fixed on me as she bit her bottom lip.

While Kayle and I started to get everything ready, I kept looking around the room to make sure Mom wasn't in there yet. The blend of modern and ancient elements was spot on. Two enormous paper lanterns flanked the king-size bed, casting a gentle white light into the spacious and bright room. Leaving the bags next to a brown wingtip chair across from the bed, Kayle started to unpack the bouncy.

As I began to tweak the camera's settings, I asked Kayle, "Why don't you go check on Mom?". I crouched down, focused the camera, and began snapping photographs in different parts of the room, all the while staring into the viewfinder.

Her words escaped her lips as she rose to her feet and made her way to the restroom. Her ass slid gracefully into my line of sight, accentuated by those exquisite yoga pants. I just had to capture this moment on camera.

Kayle glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous grin before vanishing into the restroom, not missing a step.

I don't know what I was doing. Convincing my mom to pose for a boudoir picture shoot with my sister as her assistants was a very bizarre experience. My baser instincts, my sexual and perverted id, begged me to explore new boundaries in the hopes of satisfying my needs, even though I knew this would drive them to their breaking point. But I didn't have time to think about it since Kayle came back a few moments later, her face red and her eyes wild.

With a "whoa," she exclaimed, "she is totally ready." Kayle stood by me, took hold of the reflector, and asked, "Are you?"

As I nodded, my heart was already thumping with anticipation. I locked eyes with her. With a grin on her face and a deep breath, Kayle walked past me as I peered at the door to the restroom.

I beckoned to my mother and said, "Ready whenever you are."

My heart skipped a beat when she came around the bend.

A flood of light from the adjacent restroom illuminated her as she stood in the doorway. I could tell she had bought this clothing earlier because she was wearing it again. It consisted of a black thong and bra, a silky black garter belt, stockings, and high-heeled pumps. To put it simply, she surpassed all of my expectations in terms of sexiness. Still, she looked uncertain.

Can you hear me OK? I inquired.

Resisting the want to hide, she paused.

She said, "I feel a little exposed," while grasping the doorframe. "This is nothing like the swim suits."

As a fresh idea occurred to me, I turned to Kayle again.

"What if we were to even out the playing field a little?" I put forward. I looked confused as the two girls gazed at me.

My sister was staring at me with an eyebrow lifted, but I proceeded anyway, saying, "If it would help, I could strip down a little, and maybe even Kayle too if she's willing." I then nodded toward Kerry.

Mom's doubts were intensifying. "I don't know. Maybe this is a little too much."

With a "No, Mom, it's fine," Kayle let go of the bounce. In the time it took our mother and me to react, she had already removed her slacks, revealing a halter top and pink bikini bottoms. The pants were tossed to one side by her. She said, "Sorry, no bra, so that's as far as I can go," as she casually jiggled her breasts.

That night was unlike any other.

"Bro, you're up," Kayle remarked. Mom was smiling at me as I glanced over, her eyebrows arched as if to challenge me to join in.

As I scowled, I said, "Fuck it."

In front of my barely dressed family, I undid my shirt, shoes, and socks, revealing only my jeans. As soon as I heard Mom whistle from the doorway, I felt a flush run down my cheeks.

I made a joke and said, "Thanks," and this time they were the ones to roll their eyes. "I'll take that to mean you are feeling better."

With a wide grin on her face, she stretched her body out as if she were already under gunfire, raising her arms further up the doorframe.

"Now remember, if you are uncomfortable, let me know. This is just for exercise."

Nodding, she gave the signal.

"And I believe it goes without saying that none of this ever gets back to your father."

I nodded, and Kayle did the same.

She grinned.

She leaned back against the frame again, moving one leg against the other, and murmured, "Well then, Mr. Photographer... Where would you like me?"

Finding my voice was difficult, so I swallowed. It arrived. "Let's start on the bed."

Seated on the end of the white comforter, she faced our direction. Kayle grinned and stooped to place the bounce to catch the light, just as I had demonstrated. I looked over at her. In a fit of rage, her nipples rubbed up against her blouse, almost ripping it off. The impending seriousness of the situation made me feel my own cock twitch again.

It is time for the show.

Up to my eye, I raised the camera.

"Let's start with you sitting up straight. Legs together, but your feet apart."

Asking, "Like this?" she posed as if she were the object of every man's fantasies while staring directly at me.

"Perfect!"

"Now bring your hands to your knees, keeping your arms straight... That's it. Amazing, absolutely stunning."

Clicking and adjusting settings was like magic to my fingers.

"Now, give me a pout. Nice. Now, feel free to tease me a little," she pointed out. Before sliding her tongue over her lips, she blew a kiss. "Now, spread your legs slightly, but not too much." Keep in mind that you are teasing the camera. Curious viewers will be amused.

She allowed our gaze to wander up her thighs and into her pants while she pouted, licked, and blew kisses.

Very lovely. Her knees were now about one foot apart, so she spread them out a bit.

With my instruction, "Wider," she spread them out to two feet, then three. Her hands started to run up and down her thighs as her chest rose and fell with deep gasps, but she never took her eyes off the camera.

My gaze swept over her figure, both revealed and concealed in this sensual tantalize. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of her thighs, caressing her taut skin and sending shivers up her spine. Her pants clung snugly to her curve, revealing a hint of flesh beneath the surface. Despite this, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the spot where her inner thighs' smooth skin met her curvaceous pelvis.

She would take long, deep breaths, drawing her belly button in and out, and her breasts would heave with each one. Every breath was as if it were going to burst her brassiere, and every now and then she would roll her shoulders, pushing her chest out even more.

As I stood there, taking pictures of this prohibited show, the only sounds were my own heavy breathing and the clicking of my camera. It was bizarre, to put it mildly.

She looked at us, and I could see that she was biting her bottom lip and starting to massage her skin with her fingers.

"Mom, how are you doing?"I inquired while continuing to fire.

She spoke up and asked, "How's it looking?" I replied, "I'm good, baby.""

In response, Kayle said, "Amazing," her voice sounding dry and crackly.

I turned to face the camera and grinned, saying, "I couldn't agree more." I then turned to her and said, "You look incredible." Without a doubt, the most alluring subject I have ever photographed.

Then what?"I don't think I asked you a question," she said, her voice lacking in inquisitiveness as she removed her hands from her thigh and laid them on the bed, her knees crossed, her breasts squeezed together.

I was clicking at a breakneck pace.

My fingers jumbled together as I said, "Certainly. That's scorching!" Just hold that position for a second. Excellent. Now slightly open your jaw as if you were about to squeak.

In fact, she moaned, but her sound was so tender and seductive that it sent shivers down my spine.

As if we were seeing the birth of a new woman—or more accurately, her inevitable rebirth into the wild, free spirit she always was—her inhibitions crumbling away and giving way to her primitive yearning for fulfillment.

I whispered, "Perfect. Now slide one hand up your stomach, cup your breast." I couldn't believe my words were coming out of my mouth, but they did, and she did it without hesitation. What caught me off guard, though, was when she placed the other hand directly over her pussy and pressed her middle finger into the cleft.

My breath was now coming out in a steady stream as I strained against the seams of my trousers and said, "That's so fucking hot, Mom." Just as her gaze shifted to me, I felt her palm gently pinch her nipple.

"Where on the back or front does that bra fasten?"That's what I inquired.

Her words were, "Front."

I really wanted to see her when she said, "Undo the clasp, but hold the cups to your breasts."

I felt my pulse skip a beat as I watched her delicately expose the skin between her breasts as her hands clapped at a hook and then snapped free.

As she waited for instructions, she pressed the cups to her skin.

"Show me," I ordered.

In an instant, she undid her bra, exposing the most picture-perfect set of breasts I'd ever seen—nipples that were hard and brown against her fair skin, firm yet with the ideal amount of droop. She shrugged her shoulders and let her bra go behind her, leaving me dumbfounded.

When I realized I needed to breathe, my mouth felt parched.

"Now I want you to stand up," I told you. "I want you to lean from the hips against the wall with your back to us."

A smile spread over her face as she stood up and swayed her hips purposefully. She walked across the room to a nearly exposed wall, bent forward, put her hands on the wall, and proudly displayed her amazing posterior to us. She glanced over her shoulder at me, waiting for instructions, and continued to roll her hips from side to side.

"How are you doing?" I asked as I kept snapping away. "Perfect.""

Purring, she shut her eyes and said, "Slutty."

"Good, now put a foot on that stool and unclasp the garter."

Her movements were deliberate, moving from left to right.

"Now slide the garter down, bending at the hips."

As she drew the garter down her long legs and over her hips, she leaned over, her gaze fixed on mine. When gravity took over, the garter fell the rest of the way, releasing her from the fragments of fabric and revealing only her pants and stockings.

I persisted in firing.

"Swivel around," I ordered.

With her back against the wall, she did just that, and her hands started to feel all over her.

Now, with your other hand, grasp your breast. "Grab your hair," I instructed her. Very well. Give yourself a little pinch.

She did this while letting out a low sigh through her teeth and rubbing her shins against each other.

"Look at me and cup your breasts with both hands like you're giving them over."

Is it similar?She clenched her tits with one finger on each nipple, encircling the nub and giving her a sensation similar to an electric shock. Beads of sweat started to fall from her mounds.

"Do you find this interesting?I asked, fully aware of the response.

As she continued to play with her nipples, she mumbled, "It reminds me of something I long forgot."

What is it?"That's what I inquired.

Her eyes widened as her tits fell loose.

She said, "It reminds me how much I love having a man's cock right here" as she ran her middle finger down her chest between her heaving globes.

I take it you like that.That's what I inquired.

"Oh my god, yes," she whispered, "I truly do." Her gaze dipped once again to my subdued erection, which was throbbing and pleading for relief; I enjoy hardening a man and feeling his pressure against me.

It was becoming more and more difficult to keep everything under control. Now is the moment to go ahead.

"Put your hands on your hips and loop your thumbs in the waistband of your pants."

She nodded, trying to hide a grin, and did as I said.

"Now pull them down an inch, like you're teasing us."

She did precisely that, drawing them away from her side as she swayed left and right, hinting with each turn as if she were ready to reveal more than we had asked for. Finally, they drooped, pausing as we caught sight of a stray lock of hair.

Finally, the risky part.

When I said, "Take them off," Kayle's breath caught in her throat in anticipation.

Our mother dropped her damp pants in an instant, exposing her glistening, gaping pussy to me—a little patch of hair adorning her.

Socks, pumps, and an expression of sheer carnal need covered her as she stood there nude, showing off her body to her two hungry children. I had played my hand, but I hadn't called the game.

"Come back to the bed," I instructed her. Sure enough, she sat down on the edge and extended her legs wide. I drew nearer, wedged myself between her knees, and aimed downwards. My clad hardon was now directly in front of her, but she never averted her eyes from mine.

So, what comes next?"She bit her lip and played her part effectively as she asked.

"I want you to reach down and touch yourself, but keep looking at me," I informed you.

Her breath caught as her fingers traced over her clitoral area, causing her to shudder.

The aroma of her was entrancing; it was almost as if I could taste her—that sour and sweet flavor that only a woman can have.

She let out a gasp and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. It's so, sooo nasty." She started to enjoy herself, her hips gyrating.

As I got down on my knees to observe the situation more closely, I remarked, "I think you like being nasty."

She groaned, "Maybe," as her finger traced a circle around her open folds; her bottom lip was swollen and separated, and it oozed with an appetite that needed satisfying.

"Show me your pussy," I asked her frankly.

She had her eyes closed as she said, "You can already see it."

I responded, "I know I can see it," my voice becoming more severe as I pushed the camera aside. "I want you to spread your lips with one hand and really show it to me."

Her hand dipped down, and with her middle and index fingers, she parted the margins of her womanhood wide apart, letting me look into her pink, moist depths. For a second, I was afraid I had pushed her too far, but then she stretched out again.

Her throbbing and staring at me as she undressed so provocatively made me feel so warm and enticed that I wanted to push things further.

"Stay here," I instructed my mother as I rose up between her knees; then I passed the camera to Kayle and turned my back on her, leaving her with a blank expression.

Have you done this before?She mirrored our mother's expression when I inquired.

Her gaze is becoming more tight as she says, "Yeah, kinda."

"Just keep it on auto then and stay focused on her," I said, gesturing toward Mom, who was starting to feel self-conscious about her lack of clothing. "I'll tell you where to shoot from." Yes, I am still working on this.

Will that do?""I do," she said.

"Get down with Mom," I told her, because I could tell she needed some guidance. Recall, maintain your attention on her.

Mom yelled out, "Jason, what's happening?""She started to drape herself in a veil.

Now that I was no longer attached to the camera, I refocused on her and stood between her knees while she raised her eyes to look at me.

I stared into her eyes and said, "I want to try shooting a couple now that I want to try something different."

As her thoughts raced through her mind, I could feel her nipples, which were inadequately covered, tighten again, and her skin flush.

For what reason?"Would you like to join me in filming this?" she said."she asked. Jason, I really don't think that I can do this anymore."

I spoke up and said, "You can. It will be fine. We won't do anything weird. Nothing overtly sexual, just simulation. Just pretend. It's all a big tease for the camera." My tone was both harsh and soothing. She lowered her arms somewhat, which I could see.

Questioning, "But with you?" she persisted. "...Why?"

Why? I asked myself. "I trust and love you, and right now, I want nothing more than to be with you in this, or more for you to be with me."

"But I'm your mother." Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps as her gaze refocused on the fold in my jeans.

"The camera won't know."

Her intense gaze was fixed on my fellow student as she said, "But I'll know."

"As will I, and so will Kayle. But I don't care about that right now."

She raised an eyebrow and said, "You don't." in my direction.

My hand shook in disapproval.

My question to her was, "Are you still my model?"

Her lustful eyes widened as she nodded.

"Do you trust me?"

Once more, she gave the signal while delicately nibbling on her lip.

"Good. Then unbuckle my pants."

The words resounded in my head as I waited for her to do something, as if they were suspended in mid-air. With that, I beheld her arms lowering from her chest and her hands extending toward my waist. The tips of her fingers slipped between my jeans and flesh as she drew me closer, and the hairs on my navel brushed against her skin as she held onto my belt. She started to remove the belt by unclasping it and then tossed it aside. Once again, her fingers swept forward, unbuttoned my shirt, and, with a steady tug on the zipper, released the strain on my pants.

"Oh baby," she purred, her sight revealing the outline of my manhood as she noted that my member remained concealed beneath my boxer shorts.

Her hands sprinted back up to my boxers' hem as she drew my pants to my knees. However, she glanced upwards once more prior to taking any action.

"May I?" she inquired with a beautiful smile, her eyes darting my way.

With a "please do," I spoke out.

Her sly smile belied her deft touch as she eased the waistband over my engorged cock, drew the hem forward, and slowly lowered them, ensuring that the elastic snugged across my shaft. My tip was starting to leak pre-cum, which was beading up into a little pearl that glistened in the sunshine. In the midst of this forbidden situation, my sister was busy taking pictures while my nude mother sat before me, her mouth hanging open as she stared at my cock.

Mom muttered, "Oh my god, Jason," as she stared at the scene.

This is the hardest I've ever been. In addition to being red, aching, and pointing directly at my mom, the skin on my cock felt like it was being pulled taut. Grabbing her hair and forcing my member between her gasping lips was my primal want. However, at this time it is not.

"Kayle," I summoned her name. "I want you to get behind me for this next bit. Mom, I want you to raise your hand and dig your nails into the small of my back. Bring your head close to my groin. It will look very suggestive from Kayle's perspective."

Mom asked, "What do you mean?" as she began to touch my spine and felt her fingers lightly graze my skin.

"It will appear as though you are sucking him, Mom," my wise sister responded, assuming her place.

She remained motionless, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Sucking him?" she asked, her nails into the muscles of my back as she stared up at me. "How?"

"Just open your mouth a little and breathe on my cock," I told you. "It's just pretend, but it will look real for Kayle."

I failed to discern whether the dark sparkle in her eye betrayed her hunger or her mischievous side. Maybe even both. She moistened her lips with a lick before opening wide and slowly drawing nearer and nearer till she halted an inch short of my enlarged member. Her breath, nevertheless, was electric. The damp heat encircled her lips and then faded into thin air; I could feel it. It was mind-blowing. The insanity and wickedness were intensified by the incessant clicking of the shutter as my sister captured every moment with her camera. Even though I believed it was solid at first, my mom chose to season it first.

Her hands started to droop, and I could feel the nails making trails in my flesh as they drew closer until, with one hand in each, she grabbed my ass cheeks. Plus, she continued to observe my every move as she playfully teased me, this time with a mischievous grin.

Upon hearing her command, "Scoot back," I obeyed, enabling her to go on her knees while maintaining a firm grip on me.

The muscles in my buttocks were massaged as her hands pinched and released. She knelt down and positioned her head beneath my member.

She breathlessly exclaimed, "This is so very bad," as she pressed her pursed lips against my inner thighs.

I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her warm breath caressing my testicles. "Yes, it is," I admitted, "but it's just pretending." Wow, that was powerful.

She questioned, "Is it?" as she ran her nose across the base of my shaft, a motion that made me sigh and open my eyes.

Our gazes met as I extended my hand to seize her hair. She grinned astonishment as she bared her fangs, her mind racing with ideas of deceitful deeds. I resisted her attempts to bite me as she chortled and swung her fist at my head.

However, she was correct; the mask was quickly falling off.

"Kayle," I said, my grip on our mother firmly unchanged. "Kayle, take a quick shot from this side."

Crouching down next to us, my sister wore jeans so wet they shimmered, her cheeks flushed with joy.

When asked, "Now, Mom, stick out your tongue," she dutifully obliged. "We're going to pretend now that you are licking my shaft."

Her heart rate increased as her gaze returned to my member.

"However," I persisted. "To make this look really good, I'm going to need you to hold me."

Her breathing was labored.

"You want me to touch your cock?"

"Yes" was my response. "Yes Mom. I want you to hold the base and pretend like you're giving it a big, long lick from the bottom to the top. Get as close as you can, but try not to touch."

She parted her hair and let go of my behind so she could lay beneath me. I snatched this opportunity to undress to the waistline. As my mother stretched out and grasped the base of my stiff cock, I stood back and gazed in awe.

"Oh, darling," she whispered as she playfully teased her nipple. I will never forget the incredibly sensual sight. It remains a mystery to me why I did not cum immediately.

“Lean forward,” I instructed.

With a gentle movement, our mother lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. Her gradual ascent had me in disbelief as she meticulously traced an invisible line millimeters from my skin with the tip of her tongue. Then, all of a sudden, when she got close to the ridge of my crown, I felt her moist, tender tongue lick the top of my penis.

Unprepared for the contact, I gasped in delight at the sudden surge of pleasure.

"Oops," she said as she covered her mouth. Apologies. It was a bit challenging," she said, her laughter betraying her attempt at a pun. With a "Let me try again," she climbed back down the ladder.

As she attempted again, who was I to intervene?

This time I observed intently, but this time she only got halfway before her warm tongue pressed against my skin, purposefully gliding up to the tip, and scooping up a little drop of my pre-cum in one curled scoop.

She responded, "Sorry, honey," before diving in and pressing her tongue against mine right away.

Without licking at all, she slapped her lips across my cock, leaving trails of saliva all over it. This attack was making me weak in the legs, so I had to sit down; nonetheless, I was eager for it to continue.

"Hold on, Mom," I stutter-spoken while I pretended not to see her instant expression of disappointment. "Let's try something else."

I grabbed my sister by the arm as she reached into her tank top and turned to look at her.

"Hop on the bed, Sis, and get way up to the top."

I looked to our mother as she adjusted herself.

"All right, Mom, I know this is going to sound extreme, but we're going to pretend that I'm going to squat on you." I felt her nipples tighten and saw her tremble, but she remained silent.

"I want you to lie back on the bed, and I'll crawl between your legs. Now I will be touching your skin, but I will try not to get too personal, okay?"

Her mouth trembled. "Are you certain they will look good?"

My comment, "Oh hell yes, if they are of you," elicited a smile and a roll of the eyes from her. What was going to happen made her feel excited, and I could feel it. "Besides, if Kayle's at the right angle, though I won't be licking you directly, no one would know any different."

After what seemed like an eternity of chewing on her lip, she finally ducked her heels and uttered, "Okay..." before asking, "Now lie where?""

I guided her to the bed, where she rested her back on the pillows resting on her elbows. Her legs remained crossed as I crept up from the foot of the bed. My hand ran down her calf, exploring the shape of her toned leg under the fabric, then turned to her knee and continued higher. My fingers ran along the edge of the stockings, exploring the transition from fiber to flesh. She wriggled in response to my touch.

It's like we're pulling a fast one, aren't we?While staring intently at my hand, she rubbed her legs together and whispered this.

I responded, "Probably," as I ran my fingers up and down her outer leg.

Her breath seemed steady as she raised her hand to run a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but my heart was racing.

"I should intervene. It would be the morally correct thing to do." I observed her gaze ascended as she studied my chest, arms, and finally my eyes.

I think it was true, but we had already passed that point; we should have turned around and gone back to the beach for a break long ago; we missed our opportunity.

I raised her leg on purpose, letting her thighs open and her eager, wet vagina peek out from under my lecherous gaze.

"Oh my god," she uttered without protest or denial. "I can't believe I'm showing my pussy to my kids," she muttered with a hint of amusement.

"Hey, we're adults now," I remarked, bringing my face down to a foot from her womanhood. Her hips swung up, allowing me access. "Aside from that, this mom... is an adorable kitten.

Her scarlet cheeks would have turned even redder as my head dipped closer to her slit, intensifying her flush.

I stood there, a grown man, knocking on her door once again. Her dark red pubic hair was neatly puffed in a tiny patch, and my eyes darted up the dripping slit, which was now gently parting as if asking to be kissed. The opening looked like a beautiful present, a box, with my face barely inches away from her groove and my eyes darting up it.

I sighed and said, "Oh, Mom, if you weren't my mother..." as my breath teased and tickled her.

As I breathed on her, she squirmed and moaned softly, her hands returning to her breasts as she closed her eyes.

Puffing out my lips and blowing, I sent a warm column of air across her gaping pussy, and a nasty smile crossed my lips.

She drew a hand through her hair and said, "Oh, Jason," in a terrified tone.

Once more, I unleashed my windstorm, this time guiding the water up her narrow opening.

A whirlwind of sensations washed over her as she gasped and her muscles flexed, tickling, and pleasured.

As she writhed in front of me, I persisted, trembling and twisting my blows so that they danced and penetrated her damp slit; my attention would go to her lips, her pelvis, and ultimately, like a cherry on top, to the small hooded clitoral area.

She was a lady on fire, pleading for release; the results were plain to see as my mother moaned and whimpered in tormented delight, rocking, scooting, and convulsing as the tease persisted. It looked nice, but I knew we could make her more sexy.

I moved my hand to signal for Kayle to get closer, and then I put my face back between her legs.

"Alright, Mom, I'm ready for the next challenging part. I'm going to stick out my tongue, similar to what you were doing before, but this time I want you to grab my hair and hold me just in front of your pussy. Is that going to work?"

"Absolutely, darling," she retorted instantly. Placing my face in front of her box, she lowered herself and seized my head. Right when my tongue made contact with hers, she dragged me in, bringing me face-to-face with her welcoming embrace.

"Oh Jason, I'm so sorry," she pretended as she clamped my head down on hers.

Upon into her folds with my tongue, I immediately sensed the delicate touch of her vaginal area. Her flavor, a delightful saltiness, washed over me in an instant. After making contact, there was no turning back. With a smile on my face, I lifted my tongue to lick her folds and bring her fluids into my mouth.

"Oh yes, that's it, darling," she whispered softly, her eyelids close.

Oh my goodness, her flavor was absolutely mouth-watering—a cross between a ripe summer peach and the saltiness of saltwater skin. Extra, extra, extra was what I want. I thought, "Fuck it," and dipped both hands under her hide.

As I licked, flicked, and twirled both within and against her, I felt like a lunatic. She would squeal with delight as I caressed, nibbled, and fucked her with my tongue. I could manage quite fine. As I licked her little bush with my nose, her juices ran down my chin.

She tried to pull me in closer by spreading her legs further. The next thing I knew, I was staring intently at her clitoral area after I raised my head. I traced the outlines with such precision that I thought I could map it later; I could feel the little pearl with the tip of my tongue.

She screamed, "OH SHIT!" as I raised her rear end off the bed, and she clamped her thighs against my skull.

With each gentle touch of my tongue and passionate kiss, she would experience an overwhelming surge of pleasure, causing her entire body to tremble. It was my deepest desire that she cum if this continued. Oh my god, I wanted it badly. I would be ecstatic if I could give this woman, my mom, and my model an orgasmic experience that would rock the world. Very much so, though not at the moment. I was craving more...

As I helped her back onto the bed, her legs released their hold, and my step became more leisurely. I straightened myself, my cock now positioned between her legs.

My mother's moistness dripped across my mouth as I said, "How'd that look, Sis?" My breath came in heavy gasps.

"So fucking good," she exclaimed, grinning as she tugged at her underwear.

I drew a long breath. "Awesome."

As she stared at my cock, Mom gasped and said, "I'm going to need a second." As she lay down underneath me, gathering her breath, I could practically feel her heartbeat coursing through her entire being.

Can you hear me OK? I inquired.

Nodding, she gave the signal. "Yeah. This is just a little more intense than I was expecting."

"I'll say," Kayle chipped in.

Mom got to her feet and sat up, rolling her eyes and laughing. "Okay, Mr. Photographer, what next?"

"Okay, now... we're going to switch. I'm going to lay down, and you will be doing the same thing you were doing earlier, but just to the head."

"You mean it's okay for me to lick you?"

"Fair's fair."

As I collapsed onto my back, a mischievous grin spread across her face. Her slithery eyes landed on my stiff member as she slid down to my feet. As her mouth clamped down on my cock and her lips clenched, I felt like prey in an instant. While staring at me intently, she kissed my crown deeply and moistly.

Ugh, I let out a gasp.

She warned him, "Be careful with your lips, young man," as she licked the tip as if it were an ice cream cone.

I lied and said, "I can't help it," while laughing. "I'm watching yours."

Once more, she flashed a smile, stuck out her tongue, and started to explore my member, paying special attention to its tip.

Her energy was electric, and she let out a passionate "Mmmm." "And how does it look?" she asked with a quick tongue flick that made me shiver and scream.

"So good," I managed to say in some way.

She started to glide her palm up the base and said, "I bet it does." She asked, "And how does it feel?" as she progressively jacks me off by squeezing and re-pushing her hand.

"Sooo fucking good."

Another purr from her. "Mmm," she said. "Good, Baby. I want this to turn out well." She persisted in her attack, tenderly caressing my delicate member while aggressively pumping my tool.

Beyond my wildest dreams, it was getting to be too much. My cock slid into her moist and eager mouth as her lips parted in an instant.

She hastily removed it, exhaling in reaction to my "Holy Shit!" groan.

"Oh my, darling!" she exclaimed. "Apologies. My instincts got the better of me for a second there." She turned back to me, her fist still gently running up my body.

It made me laugh. I managed to say, "It's fine. It's fine. No worries," despite being breatheless.

"Yeah, Mom," Kayle interjected. "It looked so fucking hot."

Not only did she giggle, but she also covered her face with her palm once more, refusing to let go of my dick.

As she finished licking my cock, she swirled her tongue around its head in a seductive motion, and said, "It's just... I haven't had a man's penis in my mouth for a while, and I guess I... I kind of missed it."

"I can tell." Surprisingly, the reality was much more shocking than I had anticipated.

One more lick from her. "So you don't mind, then?"

"Mind what?" I inquired.

"You know..." she said as she ran her tongue up the ridge of the crown.

Asking, "Is my mother licking my cock?" is as illogical as it is entertaining.

Then she shrugged. "Well that... But I was wondering if I could put you back in my mouth." She leaned forward, teething on the tip of my cock like a mischievous succubus, as if to reinforce the point.

I uttered the words, "Please do," and as soon as they escaped my lips, her mouth re-entered my pole.

It was unbelievable to me. Soaking my privates was her job. In my lap, my nude mother bobbles her head from side to side as she sleeps over my legs. I felt like I could produce lightning; "intense" is an understatement.

I would never have believed that woman had that much expertise. With each pleasurable stroke, she would suck on the uptake like a pleasure vacuum, her tongue caressing the shaft. Every sound she made would echo through my flesh, amplified when her fingers tugged at the skin around my member.

She would watch as she tormented me immensely as she twisted, pulled, sucked, and nibbled, all the while maintaining eye contact. She was taking great pleasure in milking me, sucking pre-cum from my shaft and putting it into her inviting mouth.

The situation had gotten completely out of hand. As they got ready to burst into my mother's throat, my balls were hurting and churning. This was happening? It seemed unbelievable to me. On top of everything else, I had Kayle at my side, recording every immoral moment, and it felt great, bad, and everything in between.

"Jesus, Jason," she exclaimed in a panicked voice. "I can't believe she's sucking you off."

I turned my attention to my sister, who was kneeling down just a foot away from me. Her inner thighs started to shimmer from the extreme moisture in her jeans. I noticed that she had removed one of her breasts from its sling and was playing with the nipple in the space between the pictures as I looked up. Her nipples were lighter and smaller than our moms', but they were still quite alluring.

Kayle continued to touch her titties while she gazed down at me.

With her own seductive grin, she cooed, "This is so fucking hot, bro."

With a final "mmmm..." I shut my eyes, and my knob was caressing Mom's tonsils. "Tell me about it..." I whispered, drawing near. There was no turning back now; the pressure was building, and I wanted to cum so badly. However, I was unprepared... At this time, no. I popped my eyes open and barked.

“Alright, alright, hold on a second...” I gasped for air.

As she rubbed my cock against her cheek and then sucked it back down her throat, she questioned, "What, baby? Are you close?"

"Oh no!" I mumbled under my breath. "No, Mom. I want to give it one more go. It felt amazing, but I really wanted to keep playing with you.

Slowing down, she glanced up at me while maintaining a little angle of her head somewhat above her mouth. Then, with a discernible "POP," she released it.

"Sure thing... What remains?She continued to gently caress my member.

I drew a long breath and thought, "The shot isn't finished yet. We must... simulate... the bedroom.

An eyebrow was raised as she scanned my face.

So, are we going to?"

I noticed that while she caressed me, her hand started to weave in and out of her legs.

Is that what you think we should do?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I have multiple ideas, but they all start the same way '... We must first create the illusion that I am going to penetrate you.

It was almost impossible to read her face.

Then what?One more time, she licked my cock.

"Yes" was my response.

Are you saying that we still don't have enough photos?Once again, she teased and taunted me by running her lips across the rims of the crown.

My hand shook in disapproval.

The room was dead silent, but I could make out movement in her eyes as she grinned, kissed my cock, and finally whispered, "Alright then. Which way are you requesting that I go?"

I can almost feel her sensing the jolt that my cock gave in return.

As I walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and turned back to face where we had begun, I ordered Kayle to get off the bed for a moment. "Alright, now... Lie down in front of us at a level with the bed. Great. Mom, I want you to stand up straight, cross your legs over mine, and face Kayle.

She lifted her leg and placed it over me just as I instructed, without even flinching. Each of our sexes was now in its proper place. I slid my arms up her body as I leaned forward and wrapped them around her. As they moved toward her chest, my hands were in perfect symmetry, and I eventually encircled her breasts in my hands.

The question I posed was, "Is this okay?"

With a simple purr, she pressed her behind into my chest, her petite back resting against my cheek. This encouragement gave me the courage to squeeze, and I could feel the little bumps surrounding her areolas as well as her nipples. I teased and imitated the identical movements I had witnessed her do just a few seconds before while I played with them. She motioned her hips in reaction to my pinches and pulls, and I could feel her tight muscles tensing and relaxing through my cheek.

I whispered to my mother as I gasped for air while leaning on her chest. "I'm going to hold your hips now, but I want you to sink down a tad and hold yourself open as if I were about to enter you."

She nodded in between short breaths as my palms touched the curvature of her hips. I could feel her slump as her posture broadened. She dipped her head so low that I could see well around her; to my astonishment, a huge vanity mirror was staring back at us. My mother, who was obviously struggling to breathe, seemed to be standing over my hard and throbbing cock, as if she were a king. The picture was shocking, wicked, and forbidden all at the same time. I was taken aback by the sight until an overwhelming emotion abruptly pulled me out of it.

The pussy that belonged to my mom briefly kissed the top of my cock.

We both let out a surprised groan as we were startled. We were both aware of what had transpired in that split second, and it had been executed flawlessly. Nobody poked or looked for the correct area. No, her intimate lips gently kissed the tip of my penis, as if we were a newlywed couple yearning for an intimate first kiss.

I wasn't the only one who was starting to feel overwhelmed by this. It was obvious that I was testing Mom's limitations. This lady was desperate. After years of sexual oppression, her body was writhing on top of me, pleading for relief from this hour-long torture. Even if I felt like my own dams were about to burst, I couldn't be the one to make her walls collapse. The jump was necessary, but she would have needed some assistance to do it alone.

Curling forward, I planted a kiss between her shoulder blades as I pursed my lips and reached down between my legs. I raised my cock by grabbing its base.

As my bloated member was now prepared for her, my mother cast her gaze downward, between her aching breasts and her drenched thighs. She was aware of my desire and willingness. She was now free to make her own decision.

Afterwards, I experienced it once more, but this time, the sensation persisted.

Her pussy drooped so low that it caressed my dick's head, enclosing only its tip. As she relaxed onto my pole, her womb's gates caressing my crown, she closed her eyes, savoring the feelings that coursed through her body.

She gasped for breath and whispered, "Baby..."

I was utterly unable to utter a word. "... Yes?"

As she struggled to maintain her balance, her breathing became more labored.

"Please don't be mad."

Asking, "Why?" I embraced the feelings I was having as well.

Peering over her shoulder, she gave me a look. When asked why, she answered, "Because I'm through with playing." Her lip was sealed as she spoke. "I want to fuck."

And just like that, she dipped her body and pressed her damp vagina firmly against my nude cock.

As Kayle gasped in shock, she slid down with a one motion. She finally bottomed out, her crotch resting on top of mine as we murmured in perfect harmony, savoring every inch of our pleasure.

Warm, damp, and more constricted than I had anticipated, it was fantastic. As she moved her hips, rotating her motions, I felt her full, plump lips brush against my pubic hairs. Even though I've had sex and felt plenty of ladies before, this was another planet.

She squealed and yanked my hands up to cup her breasts as she screamed, "Oh God, Jason!" While she flexed her hips and opened her legs wider, she leaned back into me, her spine precisely arching to match the shape of my chest.

She whispered, "My god, you feel so good inside me," as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I reached for her breasts, fingers intertwined, and her nipples caught in my grasp.

What the fuck, Mom? I exclaimed.

She cocked her head in my direction.

"Mmm. You're already perfect, darling," she whispered softly as she bit on my lobe during our intimate moment. I then stroked my lips over her collar and neck while she posed for me. I gently bit her flesh with my bare teeth. Her sweat was almost palpable.

My cock slipped in and out, penetrating her depths with slow, seductive strokes as she began to lift her hips. I tracked down the groove of her pelvis and, ultimately, the short, cropped hair above her pussy by sliding a hand down, over the toned muscles in her skin, and pressing my fingertips over and in her belly button.

I touched her clitoris with my fingertips, and she gasped. The slippery covering pulled back, revealing the small prong as I pushed down, caressing her pussy while I arouse it.

Your fingertips feel amazing, honey! "Shit!"her voice trailed off as she groaned.

I drew nearer to her ear as I pressed my neck against hers.

How about your little one, Mom? I can feel how snug you are around my member.

I flicked her pussy again, this time concentrating only on the clitoral area, as her muscles flexed around me while she listened to what I had to say.

"Mmm, isn't it taste good to you?"It's hard to believe you're inside of me," she asked, knowing the answer. Your presence within me is unbelievable. Where my daughter is present.

Again, I heard a moan, but this time it was directly in front of us. I peeked over the edge of my seat and saw Kayle seated in the wingtip chair, with one leg crossed over the armrest and the other resting on the floor. She was staring at us with her eyes wide as her right hand slithered into her pants, and she was frantically rubbing herself shamelessly.

Those pictures weren't worth it.

I forcefully kissed my mother, turned her face to face me, and seized her head; my tongue sprang into her mouth in a second, and she returned the gesture.

It was an incredible sensation. As we kissed and fucked, her hand went into her breasts to replace mine, and she kept me close to her with a grip on my hair.

I felt her nibble on my tongue, scraping her teeth along my lips, as she withdrew and brought her lips to my ear; she was a paragon of sensuality, unrestrained in her expression of her various needs.

"Oh, darling, this is so incredibly unpleasant," she purred as she swayed her hips. Oh my! Her pussy flexed at the phrase "incest," adding, "This is so dirty, but I'm so fucking wet."

With my head held in her hands, she drew back and whispered, "Are you up for some doggiestyle fucking?""

She seemed to think she needed to ask, which shocked me.

My words, "Get on the floor," brought a smile to her face.

She descended from my body and slid to the floor, rolling over onto her back, staring over her shoulder at me as she wiggled her flawless ass in my direction, requesting my shiny cock.

"Please, come over here and fuck your mother!" she would taunt with relish. "Young man, come on!""

After all, who was I to hold a decent woman up?

Lecherously smiling, I knelt down, one hand on her butt and the other on my cock. I felt low and found her lips, then entered her deep and solidly again.

It was great to have my mom, who is a woman, thrust her rear end into me while I plunged my rod into her like a sneaky piston. Whenever her rear end smashed against my thighs, I heard a loud, high-pitched "Ah!" Oh my! Oh my!as she banged back and forth incessantly.

Without holding back, I seized her hips and returned her thrusts with my own, relentlessly banging her mound.

Looking up at Kayle, I couldn't help but notice her hot face, mid-thigh-pulled jeans, and the way she was playing with her sopping cunt—two fingers in and out, biting her lip, mauling her free breast.

I adore your cock, Jason. Oh my goodness! Baby, keep fucking your mommy! Oh my! And that was it!I had no idea she had such a distinctive voice.

As I raped our mom, I couldn't take my eyes off of my sister and winked at her.

Do you enjoy using foul language, Momma?"

Affirmative, my love. I absolutely adore it! I slammed her and yelled, "AH! I love having your huge cock in my cunt." Indeed, Jason!"You are so fucking deep," I said, my cocks pounding in and out of her as she lowered her head, but her ass remained in the air. My goodness, it's amazing.

"Mom, you're feeling great, too. You have a very tight and very wet pussy. What a pain!With my cock held as deep as it would go, I thrust in deeply, moaning as I felt every crevice of her body.

After a while, I started to feel like a locomotive building pressure as I did it again and again, taking deep, long strokes and enjoying every inch that went into and out of her boiling body. My speed is getting back up, and I'm breathing like that again.

She took deeper breaths, each one lengthening the moment until I caught up with her. It was hard and rough, exactly like she wanted it.

"My goodness! Wow, I'm almost there, darling! Mama is going to drop by! My son's cock is going to be my next target!She let out a piercing cry, her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly shut.

She abruptly clamped down on me, but I kept on rhythming, attempting my hardest to suppress my own climax.

Her entire body trembled as a series of spasms swept over her. Despite her lips being open, she bit down on her fist, suppressing screams of pleasure. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, and it was an intense and sensuous experience like no other.

I decelerated as I felt her shivers die down, but I was still ensconced in her now overstimulated box. She blinked, then smiled, and her expression conveyed a thousand words. Gradually, she drew closer, stood up, and removed my still-raging cock from her pussy.

"That was incredibly intense, Jason," she exclaimed as she struggled to regain her composure. I believe I've never experienced an orgasm like that before.

A twinkle filled her eye as her gaze dipped to my state.

"My darling!"You still haven't come," she whispered as she reached out to touch my penis.

My response was a firm no, followed by the words "No, but I'm damn close." I must admit that I was astonished I had managed to endure for so long.

She turned around to face me directly, grinning mischievously as she leaned back and spread her legs.

"If it were me, would you mind doing it?" Her puffy, damp pussy was incredibly alluring, and I want to feel you again so badly.

I grinned and climbed up her body as she lay down under me; she held out her legs, opening them at the knees, and I repositioned my cock at her entrance.

She warned, "Be gentle" because she was "a little sensitive."

When I glanced down into her eyes and saw that she was staring up at me with the same emotions, I nodded and began to slowly push into her. Her breath caught and her body tightened as I found myself within my mother again, but this time it felt different—passionate.

Her exotic beauty captivated me as I saw her blush, her hair cascade around her head, and the carpet swayed rhythmically as we moved our bodies against it, creating an exciting scene.

I leaned in for a passionate kiss as we moved in sync, our tongues twirling one more. It was a very tender moment. Suddenly, she pulled away, bringing my ear near her seductive lips, and said softly, "Come inside me."

She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock, attempting to extract every drop, and I knew I was almost there when I felt a familiar churning deep in my loins, so I wrapped my arms under her body, trapping her legs open and spreading as I thrust in deep once again.

As I watched my cock enter her repeatedly, her pussy around me with each stroke, I pushed in and pulled out.

Her breath caught as she pleaded with the baby, "Please, come to mommy."

We were both moving at a faster pace, and her hips were swaying as well.

The strain was becoming intolerable because it was so strong.

I proclaimed, "Mom, I'm gonna come..." as I forcefully shoved myself into her.

Her fingers twisted and turned, snatching my behind and drawing me closer to her with every hip thrust.

"Jason, pleasue me. May I have it, please?"

"Oh my!" I intend to attend. I intend to enter you from the inside!"

She seemed elated.

Put your heart into it, darling!"Come inside me!" she yelled out."

"Oh my God!I could only mutter as the first surge of heated semen ripped through my cock and ignited a fire within her, setting off her own forbidden climax. I felt an overwhelming sense of pure pleasure as each spurt of my seed matched the previous one.

Jeez, Jason!"Oh, darling, I can feel it!," she shouted out as she pushed herself against me and bucked her hips. There you are, entering me. I am about to give birth to my baby.

It felt like an eternity, but eventually, everything started to fall back into place as my mother's legs encircled me, anchoring me inside her as we trembled together, intertwined inside and out.

My mom gently touched my face, and her teary eyes shot back up at me.

"Thank you," she responded. "I can't tell you how long I've needed that."

I kissed her hand, raised it to my face, and grinned.

Do you feel alright?That's what I inquired.

Nodding, she wiped away her tears and said, "It was really intense." Her eyes met my in a profound way as she said, "Are we going to be OK?"“Is that so?” she inquired.

Personally, I fail to perceive any reason not to. "If that's what you're suggesting, I don't think I'll need to visit a shrink."

Her voice quivered with mirth. "Don't start jumping to conclusions."

I pondered over this small skank. While still inside her, I let out a gasp as I flexed my member. After slapping my arm and grinning mischievously, she scooted out from under me.

"Wow, you two," Kayle's voice yelled out, glaring at us. As she observed us, her pants lay on the floor and one leg rested on the armchair. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!"

I asked my mom, "Thanks?" and she laughed. Laughing, I got to my feet. Kayle stared at my crotch the whole time.

"You know... I felt a little left out while you two were having all the fun."

Anxiety was creeping back into the room, and I could feel it.

"It appears that you enjoyed yourself, young lady, despite that fact," our mother replied, rising to her feet.

"I did," she said, pinching her nipple firmly, "but I think I may need a little more." She looked directly at Jason and said, "I want to be dirty." They locked eyes.

“My darling, I am not sure..." Mom started to say.

Kayle stated firmly, "You just fucked your son, Mother." "Now I want to be bad too."

Kayle leaned down and gently kissed her freshly shaven member, igniting a response from me.

She glanced up at me and said, "Don't you want to be really bad, Jason? I want to be really dirty." With two fingers inserted inside her tight little snatch, she continued, "I'd like to be really bad.""

"I..." What the h*ck was going on? I had absolutely no intention of this occurring.

I turned to our mother for reassurance, but she was smiling—the same wicked grin that warned me she was up to no good.

She got to her feet, crossed the room to the chair, and retrieved the abandoned camera.

I believe it's about time you were the subject, Mr. Photographer," she grinned and remarked.

In astonishment and intense arousal, I peered between the two of them as Kayle reached out, took hold of my hand, and drew me to the chair.

"What do you think, sir?"How about we get a little dirty?" she asked as she reached out and grasped my semi-flaccid dick.She gently licked the head as she leaned closer.

I was rendered dumbfounded as my member started to enlarge inside her grasp.

"Oh my!"I can tell someone is interested," she continued, her voice filled with joy as she described the progress she had made.

This time she moved forward even further, and she stuck my cock in her mouth.

"No way!She glanced up at me, grinned, and started sucking as I yelled out, immediately putting my hands on her head to support her.

I felt the shutters clicking as our mother recorded the whole thing, but her expertise was her own, unlike our mother's, but talented all the same. She quickly got my cock up to a full-throbbing erection, then removed herself and jacked my member, smiling the whole while.

At this very moment, I'll wager you want to fuck me.She scowled as she spoke.

She leaned back and stroked my cock while she fingered herself again, revealing her wet cunt.

"You have no clue how incredibly aroused you two made me. It was so hot to watch the two of you. And you know what? After watching you, I realized something about myself. I enjoy being mischievous and enjoying explicit content. I enjoy watching a mother fuck her son, and I even want to fuck my brother. Who knows, maybe I'll even fuck my dad someday. But for now, all I want to do is get dirty."

She leaned up close once more, this time sucking my cock's tip.

With her hips swiveling upward, she said, "So now, I want you to fuck me, but not my pussy." She then leaned her legs off the armrest. "I want our first time to be in my ass."

What my sister stated didn't really sink me until I gave it some time. I turned to our mom for comfort, but she was too preoccupied with the camera to give me any kind of counsel.

"Come here, brother," she commanded, grabbing me by the cock. While she positioned me at her tight little rosebud, I felt aroused and helpless at the same time.

After she released my tool, she leaned down and grabbed my behind, dragging me forward and forcing me into her. Her spittle prepared my dick for penetration into the narrow space between her buttocks. Her sphincter opened, and my cock's head popped inside. She gritted her teeth in anticipation.

Every one-night stand and girlfriend I've ever had either turned me off or showed no interest in having anal sex. Despite this, she begged me to go deeper into that most taboo of topics as I cautiously inserted my shaft inch by inch.

Her teeth clinched as she began to rub her pussy with her free hand, exclaiming, "Oh my God, I can't believe my brother's on my ass." "Oh fuck, keep pushing Jason."

I complied, slowing down.

"Come on, Big Brother. I want you balls deep. Give me all of it!"

She was the most constricted person I had ever encountered. It was completely unconventional and incredibly mischievous. The fact that it being my first time made it go in more smoothly than I had anticipated, and I was surprised by how kinky she was. Less rapid, but simpler. I think she could tell I was confused.

As you and Mommy were having fun, I lubricated my privates. "I bet my ass feels good around your hard dick." Put an end to your cruel taunting, and..."

I felt my pelvic muscles pressing into her pussy and my hairs teasing her lips as I pushed firmly into her, causing her eyes to widen and elicit a long, primal cry.

"Oh my! I've had enough! She grinned in astonishment and let out a long breath. "Jesus, you are big." Oh my. Big Brother, you can now s*ck me. Fuck my little buttocks.

My passions were aroused by this new level of kink, and I gradually started to move my hips.

Her groaning, grunting, and biting of her lip indicated her intense delight as my tempo rose.

"My ass is appealing to you, my brother.She made a sweet sounding sound.

"Oh my god, yes, I do," I exclaimed, pounding on her harder than was healthy.

I see! Like Mommy, I bet you want to fuck her tight ass as well.Our photographer scowled in embarrassment as her gaze sped toward him.

"Gosh, absolutely! If I could have sex with either of you, I would!"

Then I'd wager that you'd be interested in fucking her while you devour my pussy. "I'm sure you would."

Grasping her hips, I mumbled my approval.

"Or maybe even fuck me from behind while I eat her out." She became a spectator as our mother, who took a chance by caressing her, watched her children engage in sexual behavior.

As my pumping motions entered and exited Kayle, her hand blurred into a pussy-rubbing motion. Grunting and baring her teeth, she started to widen her eyes.

While my time was also running out, she yelled out, "Fuck! Jason, you're going to make me cum!" as her stomach tightened.

She screamed out in a raised voice, "Oh God! Oh Shit!" before finally exclaiming, "I'm coming!"

As she writhed in exquisite anguish, her body flexed and twisted, convulsing over my member. As her climax surged through her body, she clenched her fists on the armrests, as if trying to yank the fabric off, and I kept thrusting into her narrowing hole until it got too much.

"Oh fuck, Sis, I'm going to come again!"

Her eyes widened in surprise.

She yelled out, "Come on, us! Come on, both of us, Jason!" before dumping her tank top on the floor and jumping off my dick. Mom hurried over to help her set the camera on the bed without being asked.

Naked and perspiring, the two women knelt beneath me, pressing their bodies close and resting on the bed. Standing above them, my muses and accomplices in the most heinous of crimes, I reached for my cock, prepared to deposit my seed onto their swollen breasts.

They were so similar like a mother and daughter that they each played with their private parts, pinching each other's nipples. Waiting would be unbearable for me.

I clenched my fist around my battered member. Feeling the onslaught of water approaching, I jackknifed my hand along its length. They were waiting lustfully underneath me till my dam gave way.

I sensed the initial surge and splash on my sister's chest, and then on my mother's. After each round, I felt stronger than I had anticipated, and I surrendered to exhaustion and slumped into the wingtip chair.

My mother and sister-in-law both took a bite out of my sperm, and they gulped it down. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

I leaped out of my chair and snatched the camera from the bed, my motive behind it a mystery. Both women were kneeling below me when I peered down at them; they were sweating profusely and their skin was red and spotted with my sperm ropes. With a contented, naughty expression, both pairs of eyes met mine.

I snapped one last shot.

As I turned off the camera for the night, I said, "You two are incredible." "Without a doubt, this was the best shoot I've ever had."

I felt embarrassed to confess that while I was getting my pants back, I couldn't help but join in on their laughter.

With her hands crossed over her head, Kayle extended her hand in a gesture of gratitude for the request for her assistance.

I responded, "You bet," while removing my underwear and pulling up my jeans. "I can't wait for the reshoots."

The two young women paused and looked across at one another.

She inquired, "Reshoots?" from Mom.

"Mmm-hmmm." I reached into my closet and put on my shirt. In order to complete the set, we will need to reshoot several of the last shots since we accidentally left them off."How's next weekend sound?"

The mere idea made Kayle's nipples tighten and her eyes widen. Meanwhile, Mom shook her head and let out a heavy sigh.

By saying, "I don't think that's a good idea," she was able to remove all of Kayle's redness and discomfort. It won't be long till your dad returns. Is tomorrow a good day?

I think I grinned from ear to ear.

"That's perfect for me."

"Me too!" Kayle spoke up.

"Good." She got to her feet and began to make her way to the restroom, stopping briefly at the entrance. "Oh, and Jason?"

Up I glanced.

"The pictures?"

"Yeah?"

Tonight, transfer all of them to your computer and remove them from the camera. Right now, we don't want your dad to take them to China, do we?"

That made me happy. "You got it, Mom."

As she tapped her palm on the doorframe, she halted in her tracks, ready to depart.

The final one should be recorded, she started.Her lips curled into a sinister grin as she slammed the door behind her. "He is going to have a long week, after all," she continued.

This is It.

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