Divorced mother and son

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Since my father left us three years ago, it's just my mother and me living together. During that time, my mother remained single, which I believe stemmed from her fear that I wouldn't accept another man into her life.
My mother is only thirty-eight years old and has a very beautiful figure. When we go out together, I can clearly see men blatantly admiring her 36D breasts; even my friends spend most of their time peeking under her skirts, commenting on her long, sexy legs.
Although I'm only a teenager, my mother and I try our best to listen to each other and trust each other as much as possible.
My mother's biggest worry in her life is me; because I can hardly talk to girls, I think she assumes I'm gay.
About a year ago, everything changed.
I took a photography course at school, and my mother bought me a second-hand Nikon camcorder with a 35x to 135x zoom and a flash. I understand it was a necessary saving to buy me more equipment I needed.
It was a start.
The course went well, and I developed my talent for photography.
I was always very frugal, only able to admire the excellent photography equipment displayed in shop windows—I couldn't afford it.
Then I heard my next assignment was portrait and fashion photography.
I couldn't afford a model, and I didn't know how to ask a girl to model for me.
Instinctively, I told my mother about my predicament.
"Oh, David, hiring a model is a waste of money. And it's just posing, I can be your model," my mother said with a smile. "I just hope my old, muscular body won't embarrass you in class."
I decided to do some work to earn enough money to buy some inexpensive photography equipment.
Three weeks later, the photography assignments were distributed, and I returned home, confident that I had the best model I could get.
I took out the assignment sheet from class, which read: "Portraits and fashion. These portraits should make full use of all the light and reflections."
That's not a problem.
I continued reading: "Fashion should have sexy and seductive subjects, but not nudity."
Oh!
I involuntarily swallowed.
I had no choice but to show my homework notes to my mother.
She looked through them carefully, then said to my surprise, "Okay, why not? I've never tried wearing sexy clothes or striking sexy poses before."
The portrait was quickly finished, and I eagerly awaited to see what my mother's understanding of sexy was.
My mother entered the room wearing a black strapless dress. As she walked towards me, I found my eyes almost glued to her breasts, barely concealed by the opening of her dress.
She stopped in the center of the room, standing there looking at me. A slit in the side of her dress revealed one of her very shapely, beautiful thighs, the black dress contrasting sharply with her snow-white thigh. The slit in the dress went a full four inches above her knee.
"How do I look?" my mother asked.
"Wow!" was all I could think of and say.
At first, I only let my mother strike some very bland, dull poses, but then she took the lead.
Mom began to reveal a lot of her thighs through the opening of her skirt, and she stroked her thighs back and forth with her hands.
Then, Mom knelt on the floor, squeezing her two large breasts together with her arms.
Mom was clearly in character, and I just kept pressing the shutter as her two huge brown nipples were exposed from her clothes.
My penis became rock hard, and all I could think of was: "My mom is a sexy, passionate woman."
Mom sat in a chair, legs apart, leaning forward, her two huge breasts drooping down in a breathtakingly seductive way.
When Mom straightened up, her clothes slipped down, and one of her large breasts was fully exposed, the nipple erect and hard.
"Oh..." Mom cried out in embarrassment. But I had already taken the picture before she covered her large breasts.
"David!" Mom called reproachfully, then she smiled and said, "I guess I can't blame you, it's a good pose, but I think it's time to make a change."
Then Mom got up and disappeared down the stairs.
When Mom came down, she was wearing a twill mini-skirt, a loose white blouse tied simply below her breasts, and stylish white slingback sandals with four-inch heels. Mom
started posing again, and I hoped she didn't notice my disappointed expression. I didn't think she looked any better in this outfit than before.
It didn't take long before I noticed I could see her nipples through the white fabric.
No matter what pose she struck, I found myself saying, "Push your chest forward a little more."
Then Mom sat down in the chair, repeating the pose she'd struck before changing, and as she spread her legs, I saw her panties taut over her genitals.
Mom looked up at me and said, "I can't give up on the idea of sitting in the chair, Mr. Photographer." She grinned.
When Mom stood up, I stammered, "You...you...you mean...turn around and lean forward in the chair..."
Mom looked at me and said, "I was wondering if you think a woman's ass looks sexier than her breasts."
Mom leaned forward, her skirt riding up from her thighs, but still covering her panties.
"How's this position?" Mom spread her legs, leaned over and grabbed one of her ankles, laughing.
My eyes widened suddenly, and I gasped. Through Mom's panties, I could clearly see the outline of her labia.
Then Mom assumed a quadruped position, pulled up her skirt, and spread her knees.
Mom's panties were deeply embedded in her vulva, and when she thrust her buttocks towards the camera, I could even see the cleft between her vulva.
"I think we can call it a night, don't you think?" Mom said with a laugh.
I masturbated to the photos for the next few nights.
A wet patch on Mom's panties was clearly visible in the photos.
I wanted to see more than just that photo; I wanted to see more parts of Mom's body.
My next assignment was about trees and flowers, and my heart sank.
I stared at the assignment sheet; the words were typed.
Getting a blank form and using an old typewriter was easy.
I went home and handed my new homework to my mother. She read it aloud: “Your monthly assignment is mainstream glamour, including topless calendar work, followed by a comparative study of the work found in erotic magazines aimed at the male market. Take Huslter as a typical example of work in this field.”
“I really don’t know if I can do it,” my mother said.
“Can’t we just do the topless part? I saw your entire breast last time, and you were quite satisfied with the last shoot,” I said desperately.
My mother stared at me for a moment and said, “I can help you shoot the topless part first, and then see how I feel.”
In the evening, we started the photoshoot. My mother came in wearing a simple knitted cardigan and her bikini bottoms.
At first, she kept her breasts covered with her cardigan.
I was sure her feigned elegance was just to tease me.
“Um…” I hesitated.
“Um what?” my mother said.
“You said you would pose topless for me,” I said with a grin.
“Go on,” Mom said with a mischievous grin, her words suggestive.
“May I take a picture of your breasts, Mom?”
She tossed aside her coat and stood before me.
Her two enormous breasts showed only slight signs of sagging, their large, reddish-brown nipples slightly swollen and located about half an inch from the center.
“They’re so beautiful!” I groaned.
Mom smiled and cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together.
I began to take pictures.
As Mom pulled her nipples, making them even firmer, I watched her movements intently, my pupils dilating sharply. My heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of my mouth, as she brought one breast to her lips, sucking and licking the nipple.
Mom proudly and confidently displayed herself to me.
Then I noticed a damp patch in the center of her bikini bottoms.
“It’s time!” I thought.
“It’s time to make some changes!” I said in a hoarse voice.
“Okay, what should I wear?” Mom asked.
“I got some of your old clothes from the attic,” I said, handing her a plastic bag.
“You can wear those five-inch heels.”
Mom went upstairs, and for me, waiting anxiously, time felt like an eternity.
I waited impatiently, wondering what the scene I was expecting would be like.
The door opened, and Mom came in.
She looked stunning.
She was wearing the black, low-cut top I had chosen for her, which completely exposed her two large, full breasts, a narrow leather belt across her waist, black stockings, a mini-skirt that was as short as it could possibly be, and a pair of heels with heels that were easily five inches high.
Mom stood there staring at me.
“I’m sorry I took so long, David, but these panties are just too small, and I have to fix my pubic hair.”
Hearing Mom’s words, I almost ejaculated on the spot.
“Okay,” Mom announced, “let me take off my clothes like a cheap slut, I guess that’s what you want me to do.”
“It…it…it will make the photos look more real,” I stammered.
Mom started posing, and soon her top and skirt were tossed aside.
She lay on the floor, legs spread, pulling up her panties until they sank into her vulva.
As Mom pulled down her panties, revealing her manicured, full vulva, I heard her let out a low moan.
Mom turned over, spreading her buttocks apart with her hands, showing me a magnificent sight—her vulva and her little, folded anus.
When Mom posed like this, I could see how wet she was; now it was time for the final assault.
“I bought you a magazine for reference,” I told my mother in the most innocent voice I could muster. “As you can see, the models I need today are a little special. So I found these clothes in the attic.”
I opened the magazine to show her a page where a girl was spreading her vulva with her hands, and another girl was inserting a huge black dildo into her vulva.
When my mother saw the article, her eyes widened.
I placed an open handbag on the floor; inside were my mother’s secret collection of sex toys.
“You said you would perform like a slut for me,” I said.
My mother couldn’t say a word, and I just watched as she inserted two fingers into her own vulva.
While I kept pressing the shutter, my mother lay there playing with her clitoris for about five minutes.
Then, my mother used her hands to pull her labia wide apart, so wide that I thought her vulva would be torn apart.
After a while, Mom chose a ten-inch-long black dildo and began to use it on herself.
Each insertion of the dildo elicited a long groan from Mom, and she entered her own world.
Now I had gained real confidence.
"Leave the dildo in your vagina, turn over, and get on all fours," I instructed.
Mom did as I said.
"Spread your legs as wide as possible and stick your big ass out towards the camera. Now put this vibrator in your ass."
Mom hesitated for a second, then inserted the dildo deeper into her vagina so that it could grip it and not slip out. She turned on the vibrator and placed its smooth, white tip on her anus.
Mom turned her head, looking straight at the camera, and slowly pushed the vibrator into her anus.
As her anus expanded around the vibrator, Mom let out another deep groan from her throat, a change in sound as if it were sinking deep into her body.
"Mom, use your hands to play with yourself."
My mother began rubbing her clitoris with her free hand, her buttocks twisting violently, her moans growing louder and louder.
"I'm coming... I'm... coming... ooooooghag!"
My mother's body collapsed to the ground, the dildo and vibrator still inside her.
As my mother lay there limply, I circled her body, filming from various angles until I ran out of film.
I was certain I had captured good close-ups of my mother's vulva and anus.
My mother breathed heavily. I put down the camera and gently pulled the vibrator out of her anus. Her anus didn't close immediately; I could see the smooth, pink rectal wall through it.
I immediately felt immense regret for having used up all the film, and wanted to kick myself.
Then, I pulled the dildo out of my mother's vagina, a movement that made her vagina make a "tsk tsk" sound, just like her anus. Her dilated vulva remained open for a moment.
It reminded me of my own erect, adult penis, which I temporarily forgot. I knelt beside my mother and asked if she was alright.
The first thing my mother saw when she opened her eyes was the huge bulge in the front of my pants.
She reached out and grabbed my penis through my pants, stroking it.
"Damn!" I had absolutely no idea what to do!
My mother began to speak.
"I think you haven't finished with your little slut yet, well, I guess it's my fault for making it wait so long. It's good, David, don't you want anything? I'll give you a blowjob."
I unzipped my pants and lay down beside my mother, my penis positioned right next to her head.
As my mother turned over, I felt her large breasts rubbing against and pressing against my legs. My mother raised her head, and then her lips closed around my penis.
It was like a dream. My mother's tongue seemed to know every sensitive spot on my body. I watched as her head vibrated up and down on my penis.
Then, I felt my scrotum tighten. I grabbed my mother's head and thrust my penis deep into her mouth. When I ejaculated inside her, she let out a soft moan.
I watched in astonishment as she swallowed every drop of my semen she could.
Then, my mother and I embraced each other and lay there quietly.

[The End]

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