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My Son, The Photographer

By: qdata



This story is pure fiction.

"Hi Mum," I heard my son's voice call out. "I'm home." I turned and looked up from the flower bed I was weeding to see Andy clicking his camera. Andy's always been keen on photography but it is such an expensive hobby with all that processing and printing so, for his birthday a couple of months ago, I bought him a mid-range digital camera. Now he clicks at anything in sight. You should see some of his flower close-ups: he has a knack of getting them just right.

I brushed an errant lock of hair back from my face and smiled, “Look at the state of me!” I was aware that I was wearing an old pair of jeans and an old shirt – both of them now smudged with soil marks but that didn't seem to bother him: he just clicked away.

“That's fine, Mum,” he assured me. “Looks good, looks natural.”

“I'll show you natural,” I said, standing up and going towards him waving my muddy hands towards his face. 

He shrieked in mock horror, “Don't you dare!”

“Then don't you dare takes pictures of me in this state! I'm about done anyway. Let me get cleaned up and we can have our meal out here in the sun. Sandwiches and cola OK?”

“Sandwiches and wine would be better. And put your glad rags on if you don't want me to photo you in those old things.”

I went up to the bathroom, stripped and jumped under a cool shower – I was all hot and persipring from working under the hot sun all afternoon. I towelled down then looked at myself in the long mirror. “Hmm,” I thought, “not bad for 37.” My tummy was tight and my C-cup boobs were still firm. Just a couple of extra pounds around the hips. 

Andy's father had left me for a 'younger model' five years ago – leaving me with a 13-year-old boy to raise. Fortunately I had a small private income from a legacy which, with the maintenance I was getting from Andy's father, left us reasonably comfortable. The house was mine, from my parents' estate: a modest place but with a large secluded garden which was my love.

I threw my bathrobe around me and returned to my bedroom where I selected plain white cotton bra and pants and a light knee-length summer button-through dress with an open neckline. I had made the sandwiches earlier so I only had to retrieve them from the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of wine and took it all out to the picnic table in the back garden.

Andy joined me after a couple of minutes with a couple of pages of pictures he'd printed off. He passed them over to me and I handed him the bottle to open. I looked through the pics and realised that they were very good. We sat down and Andy poured the wine. I passed him a plate of sandwiches and continued to look over the pictures. I had to chuckle at the sight of me with a streak of mud over my face where I had brushed my hair back and I told Andy not to take any more pics of me like that. 

“OK,” he said, “when we're finished you can pose for me as you are. You're pretty enough like that. Deal?”

“Deal, you flatterer!” I smiled.

When we finished the sandwiches, Andy cleared the detritus of the meal away then moved my lounger away from the table. He had me sit in the chair and took a couple of portrait-type pictures from the front and sides. He adjusted the back of the lounger so I was half-reclined and told me to lie back and relax as if I were sunbathing. I could hear his camera clicking away.

“Run you fingers through your hair ...” Click. “Raise your right leg over your knee ...” Click. “Dangle your sandal from your toes ...” Click. “Give me a bit of thigh ...” I was beginning to feel like a model with a professional photographer as I allowed my hem to slide back a little, revealing a couple of inches above my knee. “Great ...” Click, click, click as he moved around me.

“Up you get, Mum. Sit on the edge of the table, hands on your knees ...” I complied. Click. Hands behind you and lean back ...” Click. “Hold it there ...” Andy made a slight adjustment to the folds of my skirt. Click. “Look to your left ... look to your right ...” Click, click.

Next he had me shuffle back so my legs were straight out on the table. He clicked away as he had me turn my head and body various ways. “Raise your left knee half way, foot on the table ...” Click. “Bit of thigh ...” Click, click. “Knee right up ...” he pulled a little at the folds of my skirt. Click. “Pop the bottom two buttons of your skirt, Mum.” I did so, allowing my thigh to be exposed to half way. “Magic ...” He moved around, clicking the camera. “Roll onto your tummy. Elbows on the table and prop your chin in your hands ...” Click. “Bend your right knee. That's it, all the way ...” Click. “Hands on the table, arch your back. Yes, head back, stretch ...” Click. “One foot up ...” Click. “Both feet ...” Click, click. “Damn!”

I looked over to him with a query. “Card's full! Let me go and upload these onto my computer. Want to see them?”

I sure did want to see how they had turned out so I followed him to his room. I sat at his shoulder as we went through the pictures. A few of them weren't too good but mostly they were very clear. 

“You're a good model, Mum,” he commented as he clicked through the shots. Then I froze at a couple of the pictures – where I was on my back with my knee raised. Right up my dress showing all my thighs with my white pants clearly visible. “Andy,” I exclaimed, “they're indecent.”

“Pshaw, Mum, you show much more when you're in your bikini. Is that indecent?”

“Hmm,” I murmured, non-comittedly and watched as the rest of the pictures clicked through. Near the end of the sequence, I noticed that I was showing a lot of cleavage and in two shots my bra was also on show. Again I protested and again he said if it were my bikini, it would be OK, so what's the difference? “Besides,” he said, “you have a lovely figure, you're a super model and it's only you and me seeing these.” 

I was stumped and could only mutter that underwear was different, somehow. But secretly I had enjoyed myself acting as his model, even when I knew he was seeing my undies and I was flattered by his compliments so when he suggested I change into something different and we shoot some more I readily agreed.

~~~oOo~~~

But what to wear? Well, I thought, if he's going to photograph my underwear, that plain white cotton was out. I looked through my wardrobe and selected a cream silk shirt and a flowered cotton button-through skirt. I felt myself tingle at the thought of popping some of the six buttons. I had a positively sinful black lacy half-cup bra and matching panties. I knew my areolas and nipples could be made out through the thin material. I dressed in these and decided to put a little make-up on to colour my face.


I hesitated for a moment with my hand on the handle of the bedroom door, wondering just what I was doing then decided I was enjoying myself so I opened the door and ventured out into the garden. Andy was there waiting for me with a couple of bottles of wine in a wine bucket with ice in and he held out a fresh glass of wine which I gulped down in almost indecent haste and handed him my glass for a refill.

He had me pose in several innocent positions using the wine glass as a prop then, “OK, Mum. Stand there and put your foot on the table as if you were a dancer practicing at the barre. Good – point your toes.” He clicked away from several angles. “Lean forward ...” Click. “Further – hold your ankle ...” Click, click. “Can you hold it there?” I assured him I could. He moved to my side and started opening the buttons of my skirt. One, two, three, four – open all the way to just short of my crotch. Did his hand accidentally brush me there as he re-arranged the folds? If so it was just briefly.

He took several pictures from various angles including a couple which were clearly focussed on my pants. By now my standing leg was aching: when I mentioned it, he told me to relax for a while. He poured out more wine and we sat for a few minutes sipping at it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked Andy.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned. “You're a super model, with really nice legs and a good figure. Are you enjoying it? Do you mind me photographing your knickers?”

“Like you say, it's the same as a bikini.”

He grinned, poured some more wine and asked if I was ready to start again.

“Sure, how do you want me now?”

“On the table again, flat on your back.” I did as he asked then, “Feet on the table, bend your knees, that's it ...” Click. “Higher; feet apart, knees together, lovely ...” Andy pulled my skirt right back so my legs were all exposed. Click, click. “Knees apart – lovely knickers, Mum ...” Click.

Next he moved around the table and was standing near my head. Click. “Top button, Mum ...” I opened the button and he pulled my shirt open to show the swell of my breasts and a little bra. Click. He took over and popped another two buttons, pulling the shirt completely to one side leaving my right breast covered only by the bra – and yes, his hand did brush over my breast. Click. I felt my nipples crinkling up and tingling: I was getting turned on by my son seeing my undies and getting a crafty 'feel'. Click. “Sit up straight and shuffle to the edge of the table. No, let your skirt ride up ...” Click, click. He opened all the buttons of my shirt and pulled it wide open. Click. “Lean forward, give me a good cleavage. Lovely ...” Click.

“Take the shirt off, Mum.” I found myself complying and his camera clicked as I was doing so. He took the shirt and put it to one side then came over to me, took hold of my hands and put them on my breasts. “Push them up and together, like this. Magic ...” Click. He took hold of my hand and put it inside my bra before clicking again.

What he did next surprised me: he pulled one strap off my shoulder and the cup of my bra down, revealing my nipple which engorged even more as his thumb flicked over it. In truth, I was enjoying his attention and enjoying exposing myself to him and his camera but I thought I should make some protest at this stage.

“That's more than bikini, Andy,” I told him.

He grinned. “Do you want to stop?”

Decisions, decisions: my head said yes but my body was singing no. I hadn't felt like this in years. “Pour me some more wine, please. How many shots left on the card?” I asked.

He pressed a button and peered at the LCD screen. “Six, maybe seven.” He opened the second bottle of wine and handed me a glass. I couldn't believe I was sitting on the garden table, drinking wine calmly while my son was ogling my bare breast. I noticed his shorts were bulging out at the front.

“OK, we'll finish the card off, then go and look at them,” I announced.

“Jump down from the table, for these last few shots, Mum.” I complied and my bra slipped back over my breast. This time Andy put his hand right inside and scooped the breast back out before stepping back and taking a picture. He moved behind me and slipped the fastening of my bra, taking it off completely. He put his hands round and cupped my breasts. “Hold them like this,” he said, pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger. I could feel the lump in his shorts pressing into my bum. I held my breasts as he asked, and pinched my nipples. It felt so good, I was almost unaware of my son taking a picture from the side.

He stepped behind me again, put his arms round my waist and popped the last two buttons on my skirt before removing it, leaving me naked but for a pair of semi see-through pants. “Having fun?” Andy breathed in my ear.

“Mmmmm ...” I was revelling in my exposure and wantonness. He pulled my hands from my breasts although I was reluctant to stop squeezing them and pinching the nipples. Putting his arms right round me he held my right breast in his left hand, massaging and squeezing it. Again he whispered, “I want your left hand here like this ...” I happily obeyed and he rearranged my left breast to rest upon my arm then I felt his right hand slide down the front of my pants and his finger slipping through the slickness of my pussy right inside, “ ... and your right hand here.” He moved his finger inside me for a few seconds then withdrew. I put my finger inside and masturbated myself while he took a picture.

His next move was to pull down the right side of my pants, so that my finger could clearly be seen penetrating my pussy and clicked his camera. He started pulling my pants right off and I told him, “If I'm going to be naked, So are you. Take those shorts off.” I wanted to see that bulge 'in the flesh.' 

He finished taking my pants off then stood in front of me and said, “You do it!”

My hands trembled as I knelt in front of him, loosened the top fastening then drew the zip down before pulling his shorts to his ankles. I couldn't resist kissing the hard flesh in front of me and licking off the precum glistening on the proud head before removing the shorts completely.

“Just a couple more pictures to fill the card,” he said, stepping back and picking up his camera. He took one of me full frontal nude. The next and last, as I thought, pose was of me sitting on the edge of the table, legs spread wide and holding my pussy wide open. He clicked then examined the camera. 

“Good,” he told me, “still room for another one pic. Stand with your back to me, legs apart ... wider. Good! Bend right down and hold your ankles.” He stood behind me and rubbed his hand over my pussy which was streaming. He stepped back and I heard the camera click for a final time.

“Stay just like that, Mum,” he told me as he stepped behind me and thrust his hard prick all the way inside me. Grabbing hold of my hips he rammed in and out, bringing me to the fastest orgasm I've ever had, which was as well because he groaned, “Oh, Mum!” and I could feel his manhood pumping his seed deep inside me.

He slowly withdrew, turned me to face him and gave me a deep, tongue probing kiss which I returned with all my lust. “Shall we look at the pictures?” he asked, grabbing the camera. With arms arms round each other's waists, we went up to his room, leaving our clothes scattered on the lawn.

Andy put his camera in its cradle as I drew up a spare chair and sat next to him, idly playing with his tool while he set up the slide show. He clicked through them all. They started so innocently but quickly got very sexy as my inhibitions melted away and he got more daring in the poses he put me in. We passed comments on them as they appeared, noting how the different parts of first my underwear then me were exposed. The last few looked positively indecent. They were hardcore porn! 

His manhood was rock hard again by the time we finished looking at the pictures. He pulled me to him and gave me another heart-stopping kiss while making free with my breasts. "Your bed or mine?" he asked.

"Our bed," I replied, leading him towards my bedroom. "From now we sleep together!"

My Son, The Photographer Ch. 02



Several people have asked me if my stories have any basis in fact. The answer is no. This story, like all my others, is pure fiction. 

Read on and enjoy. 

~~oOo~~

The holiday had been booked for months, long before my son and I became lovers. Andy and I both love the seaside so we had rented a chalet for a week on the Cornwall coast hoping to get lots of sun, sea and fresh air. Thus it was on a bright Saturday morning in early September that we packed our bags, loaded them into the car and set off on the 250 mile journey to our destination. Andy had agreed to drive because I hated driving in heavy holiday traffic. Fortunately the roads were not too congested and, apart from a couple of blocks at the bottlenecks, we were making good time.

Our conversation in the car was happy and relaxed and the miles just seemed to fly beneath our wheels. We had decided to stop for coffee at about half way to give Andy a break so he pulled into a service station, stopped the car and came round to open my door. I just love it when he treats me to these old-fashioned courtesies, they make me feel like a lady being courted by her beau. As the old song has it, "Little things mean a lot."

After stretching our legs, paying a visit to the toilet and drinking a cup of the mud they call coffee in those places we hit the road again. The traffic was getting more congested after we had come off the motorway so we rode along without much conversation, listening to a couple of old tapes of The Beatles and Mamas & Papas. The final few miles were stop-start all the way and poor Andy was feeling pretty wound up by the time we got to the holiday camp. I left him in the car while I sorted out the reception details and a couple of minutes later he parked in front of our chalet. We quickly unloaded the car and packed everything away. I told him to take a shower while I made us both a cup of tea.

He came out of the shower wearing just a pair of shorts and sat down, accepting the cup with a grateful, "Thanks, Mum," and after taking a couple of sips sighed, "Ah, that's better." I stood behind him and rested my hands on his shoulders: the muscles felt hard and tense so I started kneading into them, working out the kinks and tension. Andy relaxed visibly and allowed his shoulders to slump. "I'll give you just 24 hours to stop," he joked. I continued to smooth all that driving out of his neck and shoulders and watched the the fine hairs on his chest rippling in the breeze from the open door and windows. As I worked on him we talked about what we wanted to do during the next week.

"Tonight, Mum," he told me, "I don't feel like going far. If you don't mind all those steps down the cliff, we could go for a nice stroll along the beach. Sit there and watch the tide go out - or come in, whichever."

"Mmm," I agreed, "sounds like a nice way to spend the evening. Maybe we could gather some driftwood and light a small fire, roast some potoatoes in the embers." I wrapped my arms around him, idly aware of the chiselled curves of his pectorals under my palms as I ran my thumbs over his nipples. His head and neck settled back between the soft flesh of my breasts as I cradled him there.

"How about we take a couple of bottles of wine," he suggested, "and get slightly sozzled watching the sun go down and the stars come out?"

"Don't forget all those steps to climb on the way back," I warned.

"That's OK, Mum," he turned his head to look up at me and planted a gentle kiss on the upper swell of my breast, "I'll help you up!"

I held his lips to my breast for a second or two, gave him a quick hug and said, "OK, let's go down to the camp shop and pick up enough supplies for overnight. We can go to the supermarket in town tomorrow for the rest. But let me get freshened up first: you might put the cool bag in the freezer so it's ready for the wine."

I stripped to my undies in the bathroom and sponged myself down to clean off the perspiration then went next door to the bedroom and selected a shortish bleached denim skirt and sleeveless blouse. Andy was ready waiting for me when I emerged from the bedroom: we locked the chalet and had a leisurely stroll between the rows of identical chalets down to the camp shopping area. We decided have a snack in the coffee shop to tide us over as we hadn't eaten since breakfast, but the place was crammed. Andy located a table where there were a couple of spare seats and asked those already seated if they minded if we sat there.

"Help yourself," the woman smiled at us. "A bit hectic in here, isn't it?"

Seating ourselves, we agreed with her. As we were eating I looked at the other occupants. She was about my age and her companion was much younger, again about Andy's age. We struck up a conversation, as one does in these places, and learned that this was their first of two weeks at the camp, they were indeed as I had suspected mother and son. Originally her husband had planned to be with them but, at the last minute, he'd been called away on a business trip and would join them in a few days.

They were pleasant enough people and we found ourselves getting on quite well with them. Andy and John were having an animated conversation about music while Wendy and I discussed the accommodation and the prices of things in the camp shop. By an amazing coincidence, I discovered, they were in the next chalet to ours. Wendy was telling me that they were going to the camp club that evening, apparently there was very good comedian on. "Why don't you and Andy join us, Sarah?" she suggested.

I touched Andy's arm to get his attention and told him of the invitation. He thought about it for a couple of seconds then sighed, "I don't think I could face a stuffy club tonight, Mum. Sounds like a great idea, but not tonight."

I was relieved to hear that: I was looking forward to a romantic evening alone with him. I liked Wendy and the boys seemed to get on well together so we all agreed to spend tomorrow evening at the club. 

Andy and I went into the camp shop and picked up the groceries we needed then went round to the drinks section. The selection of wine available was poor but we finally settled on a couple of bottles of Californian white. Andy read the label and quipped, "Hey, Mum, they're describing you on the label." He pointed to the line which said, 'light and fruity with a natural sparkle.' "Except for the light part!" I couldn't help but chuckle as I clipped him gently round the head. 

We paid for our purchases then walked slowly round the camp, in no hurry and taking the long way back to the chalet. When we got there we packed the wine and butter in the coolbag. I threw a beach sheet, a knife, a couple of forks, paper plates, plastic cups, salt, an old newspaper for the fire and a sweater for each of us into a rucksack and we set off on our adventure. It was a couple of hundred yards to the cliff top, we negotiated the steps down to the beach and struggled over the soft stuff to the hard-packed sand near the water's edge. It was easier walking there so we linked hands and strolled along with the sun on our backs casting long shadows before us, allowing the cool waters to lap over our sandals as the small waves ran up the shallow beach.

About a mile along the beach we noticed the cliff sticking out a little. My son pointed out that it would be a good place to 'set up camp' in the shelter and as we rounded the headland we saw that it was perfect, sheltering us from the breezes which would come off the land as it grew darker. Wedged up against the cliff, driven there by some long-forgotten storm, was the remnants of a large tree, grey and weathered - a perfect backrest. Andy placed the coolbag in the shade - not that there was much heat in the sun now - and announced that he'd collect a supply of driftwood for the fire. He set off wandering along the beach above the high-tide mark, gathering in wood as he went.

Meanwhile I spread the sheet over the soft sand and sat down, leaning back against the log. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, content with myself and the world. I opened my eyes when I heard the clatter of a pile of wood deposited nearby.

"If you get the fire going, Mum, I'll get more fuel - this lot is so dry it won't last long. I'll get some bigger bits this time - there's loads of it about." He turned and went the other way, around the headland while I busied myself with the fire which was blazing merrily by the time my handsome son arrived with the next load. He dropped them on top of the pile and sat down on the sheet, leaning back on the log as I had done. He spread his legs wide and patted the ground between them, inviting me so sit in front of him. I sat with my back to him: he put his arms around me, inside my blouse, snugly beneath my breasts as his hands gently caressed over my tummy. Again a feeling of perfect contentment suffused me.

"Tide's turned, Mum," he observed. We both looked out over the flat beach to the calm sea, the distant tiny waves breaking in a thin line. We watched as a spit of sand was slowly engulfed by the rising water. The sun, a huge golden orb, was approaching the line bordering the sea and the sky. You could almost hear the hiss as it sank slowly into the water, a streak of gold crossed the sea from the sun to us, rippling and coruscating as the light breeze ruffled the surface. It was so beautiful.

Andy disturbed my reverie when he squirmed to reach for his camera. "Sorry, Mum, I've got to get this sunset." He fussed over the settings for a minute then lifted the camera and took a couple of shots directly into the sun. I knew he would like to take more but he was conserving the card. He had saved up his money and bought a big memory card - I don't understand all those megawotsits - which gave him lots of shots and I had treated him to a second card but even with all that extra storage he had to make them last all week until he could get home and upload them onto his computer.

We watched the sun disappear over the horizon and the sky glowed with gorgeous reds and golds - a few high-flying wisps of cloud still shining. Again Andy took a couple more pictures then put his camera down and we settled back into our comfortable position, now with his hands casually fondling my breasts. We stayed like this as the sky slowly darkened, the first few stars came into sight and twinkled down on us. The fire had burned down to a bed of red hot coals so I reluctantly moved his hands and fished out the potatoes which I carefully poked into the embers. I put a few more pieces of wood on the fire and they soon crackled and blazed into life, spitting sparks into the night air. Meanwhile I noticed Andy retrieving one of the bottles of wine from the coolbag and pouring out a couple of cups.

We sat down facing each other on the sheet, cross-legged, our knees almost touching and raised our cups in a silent toast, just looking at each other. We sat like that seemingly for an age as I scanned his face in the glow of the fire. His fine brown hair was swept back from his high forehead. His thin, sharp nose was framed by well-defined cheek bones. His chin jutted out a little under his soft lips which were surprisingly full and sensuous. I loved looking at his body, too. He'd been quite athletic at school and although he wasn't muscle-bound he had the taut musculature of a distance runner. 

We both smiled when he caught me staring at his chest. "I love you, Mum." He leant forward, with one hand resting upon and squeezing my thigh, the other stroked my cheek tenderly.

"I love you, too, my handsome, sexy son." I cupped his hand in mine and pressed it to my face, kissing his palm then tickling it with the tip of my tongue. 

Reluctantly he withdrew his hand, picked up the camera and stood up. "The fire should give me some unusual lighting," he said and threw some more wood onto the flames. "I wish I had a tripod!" He looked around and, noticing a large flat rock to one side, he exclaimed, "This'll do."

He set the camera on the rock and moved behind it, peering at the display on the back. "Yes," he proclaimed and clicked the button. He made some changes to the settings, clicked the button and ran round to stand close to me. I noticed a red light blinking on the camera as he pulled my head to his crotch then a loud 'beep.' 

"Delayed shot setting," Andy explained. He went back to the camera and clicked the button again, rushed behind me and put his hands on my breasts. "Look up at me ...". Beep. The next shot had him pulling my blouse off - my face was hidden but my bra exposed. Then it was with the blouse completely removed and his hands down the front of my bra. I loved all this attention and was happy to let him do what he wanted and take as many pictures as he liked. It turned me on and already his erection was growing.

As he was setting the camera up again he told me to unfasten my bra and take it off just the right shoulder and to hold the left cup in place. I complied and he came behind me again and squeezed my bare breast as the camera beeped again. "Keep like that, Mum," he instructed and for the next shot he gripped my nipple and pulled my breast up and out, stretching it to a long cone. This was just a little painful but it sent a shock wave right down to my clitoris. "Lose the bra, Mum, and do the same to your left breast, pull it way out to the side." He took position on my right nipple and we both tugged them wide, causing me to gasp. He bent over and kissed me then turned me so I was at an angle to the camera while he took a picture of himself sucking on my nipple.

"OK Mum," he said as he put more wood on the fire, "this one, I want your hand on my dick through my shorts." He set the camera up and moved next to me as I reached out to hold the lump. "Now with your hand up the leg of my shorts..." I was pleased to discover he wasn't wearing any pants under there and my hand closed round the warm tumescent flesh. Then he wanted my hands at the top of his shorts as if ready to take them off, then with his flies wide open but nothing showing.

"Pull my shorts halfway down my thighs for this one Mum, face close to my dick ... same position but kiss the tip ... shorts all the way down and look up at my dick ... now hold it and kiss it again ..." This was getting exciting as he had me open my mouth then take it deeper inside with successive shots until it was right down my throat. That was a trick Andy had taught me only recently and I was still having a little trouble with my gagging reflex but I loved doing it and was getting better each time I tried. After this last shot I wanted to keep him in my mouth: he allowed it for a minute then pulled away, emptied the last of the first bottle of wine into our cups which we both drank fairly quickly and then he had me drape myself over the log, one leg running along the log and my other foot on the ground. This was a little difficult with my skirt until I pulled it up my thighs a little. 

Meanwhile Andy moved his camera to another rock giving a different angle on the shots and a little closer to the log. "Squeeze your tits, Mum, and open your mouth ..." He stood next to me, holding his tool as if he were about to stuff it down my throat: he did that for the next shot but still wouldn't let me continue sucking him. He took a picture of him pulling my skirt down and another of him removing my pants then we posed with him positioning his face between my thighs then he had me holding myself open while he stuck his tongue into me. After this shot he lapped at my pussy for a few minutes, nibbling at my clitoris which had me squirming on the brink of an orgasm but he pulled away just before I exploded, leaving me gasping for fulfilment.

He kissed me, allowing me to tatse myself on his mouth; a long sexy kiss with our tongues fencing as he was squeezing my breasts and nipples, keeping me just short of boiling over as I felt my juices trickling down my thigh. I slid off the log and knelt in front of him, taking him deep into my mouth and as he tried to pull away I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, I hung on to him until he started moving his hips, thrusting himself in and out of my throat. His hands came behind my head and I felt he was close and moaning, "Oh Mum that feels great, Mum. Oh Mum, yes ..." Using every trick I could with my lips, my tongue and my teeth I cupped his balls and gently massaged them until I felt the first pulse of his orgasm. I pulled back a little and milked every drop of his seed into my mouth then pulled him to his knees and kissed him, sharing the taste of his cum between us. That was something I had taught him - he was reluctant at first but now tasted of himself greedily.

But I still had my own needs. I laid myself back on the sheet and opened myself up to him as I pushed his head gently down between my thighs. he lapped at my lips as if trying to lick up all of the juices flowing out of me. His thumbs spread my lips and his tongue penetrated me as deeply as posible, working in and out for a few minutes while his thumbs tweaked my clitoris, all this making me moan and writhe under him. He shifted position slightly then took my tingling nub between his lips and sucked it into his mouth but it was his teeth nibbling into it that made my hips buck wildly as my orgasm coursed through my body, forcing screams from my throat as it was tearing me apart. I gripped his head and ground my pussy onto his mouth as my body exploded continuously, releasing him from my grip only as the last throes of pleasure died away.

He came up to kiss me and I hungrily licked the taste of myself from his face before clamping my mouth on his. We held each other like this for long minutes, stroking and caressing each other and whispering terms of love and endearment as we watched a three-quarter moon rise silently above the cliff, bathing everywhere with its cool, silvery light.

"Let's go for a swim, Mum. Come on." He stood and pulled me up. As we ran down towards the water, hand in hand, he called to me, "I love how your boobs bounce like that as you run, Mum. They look lovely. Dead sexy!"

I laughed and squeezed his hand in acknowledgement. We charged into the shallow water and gasped at the cold splashes hitting our warm skin but ploughed on until the water came to my breasts, each tiny wave lifting them up and down, the cold causing my nipples to harden and crinkle. Andy lifted his legs and slowly sank down until his head disappeared under the water then surfaced again shaking his head and making the water spray in all directions from his hair. He moved in and clamped his mouth over my nipple, the sudden change from the cold of the sea to the warmth of his mouth sending thrills of pleasure through me until he took hold of my waist and tilted me under the water. We came up again spluttering and laughing as he hugged me to his body, crushing my breasts between us. We swam around for a while, mainly just circling each other and caressing whichever bits came close.

Suddenly I had an idea: I ducked under the surface and caught him round the hips. My hands found his penis and scrotum tiny and crinkled. I pulled myself down and drew the wrinkles of his foreskin into my mouth and sucked strongly, coaxing the meat hiding within to emerge slowly as my mouth supplied the heat. I stayed down as long as I could hold my breath and he was just starting to expand when I had to leave off and surface. He held me close as I caught up with my breathing, telling me that felt sooooo good.

"Come on Mum, those potatoes should be ready by now." We waded back through the water and walked up the beach to the fire. I shook the sheet free of sand and towelled myself down while Andy fished the potatoes out of the fire with a couple of sticks. He helped me finish drying off but I think he had other things on his mind as he concentrated his efforts between my legs, working against his aims as I felt myself getting wetter down there. It was heavenly but I pulled myself together and dried him off. As I knelt in front of him drying his legs and feet, I noticed that his private parts had de-shrivelled themselves after emerging from the cold sea. I enfolded my mouth around his flaccid penis and coaxed it back to life, stopping as the blood started flowing and he began to stiffen. Giving it one final kiss I stood up and spread the sheet back on the ground.




My Son, The Photographer Ch. 02



We sat side by side, propped up against the log. Andy gingerly passed the hot potatoes over to me and I cut them in half while he retrieved the second bottle of wine from the cooler and poured. The potatoes were perfect. Hard and burnt on the outside but soft and fluffy inside. We sprinkled a little salt and then layered the butter on thickly and forked the hot delicacy into our mouths, rapidly sucking in air to cool it, then washed it down with a sip of wine even as the butter dribbled down our chins.

We sat in our own little heaven, the cliff behind us, the fire softly crackling, glowing warmly against the chill of the night and our nakedness, the stars now twinkling brightly in the near-black sky, the moon bathing all in its pale gleam as the wisps of cloud slid silently past, the long lines of phosphorescence where the tiny wavelets broke on the sand and shattered shells with an almost inaudible sussuration. The rest of the world didn't exist for us, time itself stood still.

We threw the potato skins on the fire and watched the darker yellow flames flicker up briefly as the remnants of the butter burned away. Andy drained the wine bottle into our cups then complained jokingly that he had given me too much. He rectified this by taking a sip from my cup. "Mmmm, that was delicious. How can a simple potato taste so good, Mum." I smiled at his rhetorical question and sipped at my wine.

He took the cup from my hand and put it safely to one side then lay me on my back. He dipped his finger into his own wine and coated it on my lips, dipped again then pushed the finger into my mouth. I sucked on it as he gently simulated the sex act before removing it and spread more wine on my lips. He leant over me and kissed me softly, lips barely touching as the tip of his tongue traced over them, tasting the wine until it was carefully insinuated between my lips and our kiss became open-mouthed and passionate. 

He broke off and announced he was still hungry. He reached for the butter, scooped some onto his finger and proceeded to spread it over my nipple and breast. Next he sprinkled a pinch of salt then started licking it all off, finishing with my nipple in his mouth, chewing on it as if trying to devour the now-engorged flesh. My other breast got the same treatment, leaving me gasping for breath as I hugged his head in tight. Eventually he pulled clear, spread my legs wide and coated my labia with butter, poking it deep into my hole with his finger. Several scoops were layered on and pushed in but he neglected the salt as his agile mouth and tongue got to work down there. He sucked and licked at my outer lips, lapping at the butter and my juices which were flowing again, even running his tongue from my anus all the way to my clitoris which was given a thorough cleansing before his tongue probed deep inside me, seeking the butter, penetrating, twisting, scooping in a frenzy which was driving me crazy.

"Andy, oh God, Andy, I need you in me." I called and was grateful to feel him climb up my body and position his rod at the entrance to my pussy.

"Put it in, get it in ..." he teased me by rubbing it all around my lips until I screamed out in frustration, "For God's sake fuck me!" and grunted as he granted my wish by sliding in right up to the hilt, the slickness of my secretions and the butter combined to aid instant penetration. Our pubic bones clashed almost painfully as we matched rhythms and thrust back at each other, Andy mashing my breasts in his hands as I wrapped my legs round him and pulled him in.

"I'm almost there, Mum," he gasped as he continued to plunge into me.

"Yes, Andy, yes, give me it, fill me ... oh yesssss," my final scream as the stars burst inside me and I was dimly aware of him moaning and straining to pump his seed deep into my womb. I clung onto him, holding him inside me for as long as possible until the blood eventually drained out and I felt him slip slowly from me. He slumped on top of me and covered my face with kisses as he whispered how much he loved me.

When he finally rolled off we hugged each other close then he chuckled, "Mmmm, you taste nicer than potatoes! But it's time to go - or we'll be trapped here all night by the tide."

We both got dressed but he refused to let me put my bra or pants on under the sweater and skirt. He scooped sand over the fire, making sure it was fully dead, while I gathered up the detritus from our meal and we strolled through the shallows to the steps and all the way back to the chalet with his hand round me under the sweater, feeling my breast.

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My Son, The Photographer Ch. 03



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Andy still had his arm round my waist with his hand fondling my breast, naked under my sweater, when we arrived at the door to our holiday chalet. He only removed it to fish the key out of his shorts pocket and let us in.

It had been a tiring day, one way and another, but our evening's pleasure alone on the beach that evening had relaxed us so it was a contented tiredness we felt. My son opened the door and stood back to let me enter, I switched the lights on as I did so. He followed me in and went round closing all the curtains then flopped down in front of the TV, clicking the remote to turn it on. I stretched and yawned then announced I was going to shower and go to bed. 

"I'll just watch the late news then join you," he responded.

I was certainly in need of a shower: as he hadn't let me wear my panties on the way back from the beach, I could feel the cold stickiness of his sperm oozing out of my pussy and trickling down my thighs. I decided I would have to get him to clean me out after making love. He should enjoy that anyway as he loved licking me down there and enjoyed the taste of his sperm when I shared it with him after sucking him dry. I was also salty from our dip in the sea.

I was in bed, naked under the sheets, when I heard Andy take a quick shower before joining me. His body felt cool and fresh as he snuggled in behind me, hand reaching over my body to my breast. We lay comfortably like this for a while and then heard some loud giggling from outside the chalet followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. The sound of laughing and giggling continued and we realised it came from the next chalet. After a couple of minutes the hilarity died down but was soon replaced by a faint rhythmic thumping.

"Mum," whispered Andy, "that's Wendy and John. I'm sure they're having sex. Let's listen!"

I was sure, too and our thoughts were confirmed a few minutes later when we heard Wendy's voice calling, "Yes, John, yes! Fuck my cunt, oh god, fuck me, fill me, YESSSS!"

As we lay there listening to the sounds of the wild sex coming from next door, Andy's hand became more urgent on my breast. The casual hold became fondling and squeezing: he pinched at my nipple which responded by crinkling up. Yes, the sounds from next door were an aphrodisiac to us both and I felt a lump growing at my back as my pussy began to get damp again. It was so exciting hearing another young man and his mother doing what Andy and I did.

"Let's make love like that," he whispered in my ear. "I'd love to hear you squeal like that and call out my name."

"But they'll hear us, just like we heard them."

"Yesss," he hissed and gave my nipple an extra hard nip. "Let them know we also love each other. They can hardly report us for doing what they do." His hand slid between my legs and we both knew he felt the wetness down there. "You're getting excited thinking about it, aren't you?" He could read my body so well and I admitted to myself that it would be exciting to let these strangers know my son was fucking me, especially when his fingers found my clitoris and rubbed it to full erection.The sounds from next door had now died down after a final loud chorus of "YESSSSS!" 

This time I knew, for us, there was to be no lovemaking beforehand, this was going to be just a pure animal fuck and that's exactly what I wanted. I rolled onto my back ready to accept Andy's hardness but he had other ideas and turned me fully round so I was on my stomach. He raised me to my knees so my rear was presented to him. I felt his tool nudging at my pussy lips, his fingers spreading me wide open.

"Put it in, Andy," I told him.

"I can't hear you, Mum," he raised his voice.

I breathed deeply and built up my courage. "Put it in me, Andy," I called loudly. We don't normally talk 'dirty' to each other but this time I was excited by it. "Put your big stiff cock right up my cunt. Fuck me Andy, fuck your mother's hot pussy!"

I don't know what it was - maybe the thought of it being almost 'public' or just the dirty talk, but I was really on heat. I really did want him to do exactly what I was shouting. Andy was just as horny - his tool seemed bigger than I had ever felt it as he slid it into my soaking pussy. "Yes, Mum," he called. "Take my prick in your cunt, I'm going to pump my sperm into you. Take it you bitch!"

He grabbed my hips and pulled me back harshly as he rammed into me but I was ready for it and pushed back, crying, "Yes, give it to me, harder, harder, yes, yes, fuck my juicy hot cunt."

He continued to pound into me, calling me a bitch, a slut and anything he could think of while I was calling back to him telling him what I wanted. Then he totally surprised me by giving my rump a slap which sounded like a bullet shot. Out of sheer surprise, this tilted me over the edge and an incredible orgasm flooded through me as I screamed, "YESSSSSS," dimly aware that he was pumping his load into me. 

We collapsed in a heap and Andy rolled off me then gave me a sweet, loving kiss, saying, "I love you, Mum."

"Thank you for that fucking you just gave me," I replied. "I love you too." And with that we both drifted into a peaceful sleep with his hand gently holding my breast.

I was first to awake next morning. After lying there for a few minutes, just enjoying the day, I realised I needed to use the bathroom so I carefully removed Andy's hand from my breast and slid out of the bed. I decided to take a qick shower then set about making a morning drink. I was wearing just my bath robe, hanging open, as I brought my son his tea and I gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes slowly, saw me standing there with his cup and smiled, "Thanks Mum. You're an angel." He arched his back, stretching himself, before sitting up and taking the cup from me. "What are we going to do today?"

I sat on the edge of the bed, drinking my own tea, and said, "Well, I have to go to the supermarket this morning. We've got hardly anything here. You can come with me or perhaps you and John would like to get together."

"Hey, you could always ask Wendy if she wants to go shopping with you - save two cars going. Shall we have lunch out? Or maybe you could make up some sandwiches and we'll have a late picnic lunch somewhere fairly local, then back in time for the club tonight."

"Sounds like a good plan of action, let's do that!" I reached over and ran my fingers through his tousled mop. 

His hand came towards me, moved my robe to one side and ran a finger nail down my breast causing a sharp intake of breath as it dragged across my nipple. I was just about ready to lie down next to him when there was a knock on the chalet door. "Saved by the bell," I giggled, "or the knock! You'd better get dressed, sounds like we have visitors."

Andy finished his tea and was swinging his legs off the bed as I belted the robe around me and went to answer the door. It was Wendy. I apologised for my state of dress and invited her in, saying, "There's some tea in the pot if you fancy a cup."

"Mmm, I'd love one, I'm parched." She smiled her gratitude. "We never thought to bring anything with us and I forgot to get the basics at the camp shop last night. Just a little milk and one sugar, if you've got any, please."

"Sure - Andy's got a sweet tooth," I told her. I poured us both a cup as I heard Andy going into the bathroom.

We sat down at opposite ends of the bench by the kitchen table with our tea. "Ahhh," she sighed as she took a gulp, "I don't come alive until I've had a cup of tea. You're a life-saver!" She grinned. We sat in silent companionship for a couple of minutes, sipping at our cups. She seemed to be looking down the front of my robe, almost like a schoolboy, glancing down now and again to my leg where my gown had parted. I didn't bother to cover up as I admit that I was also getting a good look at her. Her frizzy blonde hair was down past her shoulders, partly hiding a pair of large hoops in her ears. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and her small breasts were unencumbered by a bra. I could see the darker rings round her nipples which protruded proudly under the thin material. She wore a pair of jeans so tight she looked like she'd been poured into them.

"Do ..."

"I'm ..." We both started to speak at the same time. She gestured for me to continue. "I'm going to the supermarket in town this morning. I was wondering if you'd like to come?"

"Oh, yes. I need to get something in. Yes, that'd be great. I was just going to ask if you had any plans for today."

"Well, Andy suggested we pack some sandwiches and have a picnic lunch somewhere, then get back for the club. Why don't you and John join us?" I suggested on the spur of the moment. "We can all go in one car. I'll have to check with Andy, but I'm sure he'll be happy."

"Sounds great. I think John would like that. Where were you thinking of going?"

"We don't know yet. Tell you what, we'll get the boys to look at the maps while we're gone and pick somewhere, OK?"

"Good idea - give them something to do: keep them out of mischief."

"Keep who out of mischief?" We looked up to see Andy coming out of the bathroom wearing only his shorts and drying his hair. "Hi Wendy," he called. "You're up bright and early this morning!" He gave her a peck on the cheek which surprised me and made her blush slightly.

"Keep you and John out of mischief," I told him. "I've invited Wendy and him for this afternoon. You two can get the maps out and decide where we're going while we're out shopping." I turned to Wendy, "If you'll excuse me, I'll go and get dressed. See you in a few minutes."

"Lovely, Sarah. I'll make sure John's up." She smiled and stood up. "Thanks for the cuppa."

I returned to the bedroom and picked out an underwear set in sheer white lace. I had bought lots of pretty and sexy underwear since Andy and I had become lovers and I'd got rid of the old plain cotton stuff. I selected a pair of light blue slacks and a white shirt with a wide collar and low front because my son liked to see some cleavage. I pulled a brush through my hair, put on some light makeup and I was ready to face the world.

Andy was nowhere to be seen when I left the bedroom. I went out of the chalet and knocked on the open door, noticing my son and John inside with maps on the table. Wendy joined me; we got into her car and she drove the couple of miles into town supermarket. On the way I noticed a camera shop and on impulse I went in and bought Andy a tripod for his camera, remembering what he had said last night. We chatted away happily enough when I got back into the car and while pushing our trolleys around picking up the various bits and pieces we needed.

In the car on the way back, Wendy coughed nervously and started to speak in a slightly embarrassed way, "Sarah, erm, I think we share a secret. John and I heard you and Andy last night."

I put my hand on her arm to reassure her. "It was listening to you two that started us off. It sounded so sexy, knowing you are lovers like us. Have you been doing it long?"

"About six months now. It was John's 18th birthday - his dad was away on another of his business trips so I took John out to celebrate. We went to a cosy restaurant, had too much wine and a few dances that got romantic. When we got home it just happened." She smiled, remembering the night. "We've slept together whenever Tony goes away. How did you get started?"

"Well, I bought him a digital camera for his birthday then, one day about a month ago, he used me as his model. All very innocent at first but the pictures got more and more risqué, showing my undies and so on. Well, it finished up with me stripped naked and we made love. We've slept together ever since."

"Wow," Wendy said, "I'd love to see those pics."

"They're all on his computer at home - and lots more he's taken. He had his camera at the beach last night and took some of us by the light of the fire." A frisson of excitement passed through me as I said, "Would you really like to see them? There's a little screen on the back of his camera which shows them, Andy says. Very small, though; you can't see too much detail."

"Would he show them to me - would you mind if I saw them?"

That old familiar tingle came into my nipples at the thought of Wendy, and maybe even John, seeing those pictures Andy had taken at the beach last night but I didn't commit myself as Wendy was pulling up outside the chalets. The boys came out and helped us carry the groceries in. We'd just got everything packed away when Wendy and John appeared at the door. I called them in and told Andy to bring his camera. He gave me a querying look and I confirmed my request with a nod of my head. He shrugged and retrieved it from the bedroom. When he returned, I handed him the tripod.

"Wow, Mum," he was so excited and the look on his face repayed me for the expense.

"Well," asked Wendy when we had all sat down round the kitchen table, "did you boys find somewhere to go?"

"I'll get the maps," said John and disappeared next door, returning with a couple of atlases. We spread them out and Andy pointed to a green area on the map. "We thought we'd like to have a picnic in the woods, nice and peaceful. All the beaches will be packed with tourists. So we decided on this place, if that's OK with you." 

We can get fairly close on this road here ..." John pointed to the red line on the map, "... and then along this track for a mile or so. Park up somewhere around here ..." he dragged a larger scale map out, pointed to a spot on the track deep in the woods, "... and then walk down to this stream."

They both looked at us expectantly. I looked over at Wendy and shrugged in compliance. "Looks good to me," she said, "so long as we don't have to walk too far!"

"That's settled, then," I announced. "Andy, will you show Wendy some of the photos you took last night, please. She'd like to see them."

"Well, you can't see much on the preview screen, but OK." He flicked a switch on the camera and messed with the settings. "There you go." The first picture was innocent enough, just me sitting by a log on the beach. It was a bit dark but you could clearly see it was me. Andy passed the camera around and we all looked. He then clicked onto the next picture with both of us in the frame and we all saw the sucession of shots, each one showing more of us both. 

"Hell, Andy," Wendy exclaimed when we came round to the last of them with Andy's face in my pussy, "these are hot!" I saw that her nipples were sticking out like organ stops and John was sqirming in his seat. As for me, I was so horny knowing these strangers were looking at pictures of me naked, I was worried that my slacks would be showing a dark patch between my legs.

"OK, folks. Show's over." I was first to speak. "You boys get the car loaded - which car will we use?" Andy volunteered to drive. "Wendy and I will make the sandwiches. Shall we take a flask or will soft drinks do?"

"Cola's fine for me," said Andy.

"And me," chimed in John.

"OK then, let's get organised."

I noticed both of them were trying to conceal bulges in their shorts as they stood up from the table - John's seemed quite impressive. Wendy saw it too and gave me a wink and a knowing smile. We got everything ready in quick time then piled into the car. We only had to drive on the main road for about 15 miles. John was in the front seat with the maps, navigating for Andy so I got in the back with Wendy. She sat up close to me and after a few minutes I felt her hand warm my thigh. I was a little unsure of the way things were developing: I'd never been with a woman before but I certainly wasn't repelled by the thought, in fact I quite enjoyed the sensation of her stroking my leg so I allowed her to continue.

It didn't take very long before we were bumping along a country track under a canopy of trees - fortunately the weather had been dry for ages and the mud had baked hard. Andy was driving slowly and carefully to avoid the worst of the potholes and eventually pulled up in a wider space by a style. We pulled the bags out of the back and clambered over the style, setting off down a narrow path through the woods.

The sun was glittering through the leaves, dappling the undergrowth as the light breeze swayed them to and fro, we could hear the birds twittering and chirping as we invaded their territory. John and Wendy had taken the lead with me and my son following a few yards behind. With silent gestures, Andy pointed out Wendy's bum cheeks encased in her skin-tight jeans and I agreed with him that they were a lovely sight bobbing before us, whispering to him that I'd love to get my hands on them. He whispered back that he'd try to arrange it. After about 15 minutes we came to a clearing and, sure enough, there was the stream, just as the boys had said.

We spread the blankets on the soft grass and the boys decided to go exploring. Wendy and I sat down to relax and enjoy the sun and fresh air. We chatted for a few minutes then I lay back with my hands behind my head, Wendy lay on her side next to me and put a hand on my tummy, stroking it.

"Those pictures of you and Andy were so sexy, Sarah," she whispered, her mouth close to my ear. "I loved looking at your breasts, they are lovely; so big and full." Her hand moved up and cupped my breast. "Not like my litle poached eggs," she giggled.

"Your nipples look very sexy in that T-shirt," I told her. "I love the way they stick out like that."

"Would you like to see them?"

Her face was so close to mine as she whispered in my ear and when I turned my head towards her our lips were almost touching. "Yes, please," I whispered back. We lay there face to face for an eternity staring into each other's eyes then her lips slowly moved towards mine, giving me every opportunity to pull back but I didn't move. It was almost like an electric current passing between us when our lips met and we both pressed into the contact. I was conscious of her hand fondling my breast and squeezing the nipple through my shirt and bra as her tongue was trying to invade my mouth. I opened up to let her in and found myself thrilling to my first lesbian kiss.

We remained with our mouths locked together for several minutes before she withdrew with a sigh, sat up and pulled her t-shirt up to her neck. I was fascinated by the sight of her small mounds dominated by dark pink areolae and huge nipples standing out proud. I reached out and took one of them between my thumb and fingers, squeezing and rolling it, causing her to gasp for breath.

"Oh, they're so sensitive, I love having them squeezed." I obliged her with more tugging and pinching as her own hand was opening the buttons down my shirt. She pulled it to one side and pulled my bra over my breasts, exposing them to the sun and the breeze and her gaze and her hand. "Beautiful, so beautiful," she whispered. Then she repositioned herself and pulled my head down to her own breast. I took the long nipple into my mouth and sucked it in, rolling it between my tongue and teeth, savouring the rubbery texture as it filled with blood. I pulled back to look at her upper body, noticing the nipple I had been sucking glistening in the sunlight. It looked so erotic but I gathered my senses together and whispered that we had better stop as the boys would be back. 

"But we'll get together real soon," I promised. I knew I wanted to have her naked before me, I wanted to suck her whole breast into my mouth, I wanted to kiss her all over, to taste her, to pleasure her, to make love to her.

Reluctantly she pulled her t-shirt back down, kissed me firmly, hungrily and said, "I'll hold you to that promise!"




My Son, The Photographer Ch. 03



We chatted aimiably while waiting for Andy and John to return, but we touched each other frequently - a stroke of the cheek, a hand on the shoulder, a finger traced over a breast, a squeeze of a thigh, intimacies binding us together in an unspoken desire. Finally we heard the crunch of feet trampling over dried twigs and the boys came into sight looking sweaty and dusty.

"I'm starving, Mum," announced John. "When do we eat?"

"As soon as you two get it all set out. Sarah and I are just going to sit here and be waited on."

Very soon we all had our plates before us and started munching into the simple fare, washing it down with the cans of cola. We chatted about this and that as we ate, Andy and John told us about their little expedition and some of the wildlife they had glimpsed - John, apparently, had an eye for these things and was fairly knowledgeable about the countryside. Eventually we all finished eating and I packed the rubbish away then John said, "Why don't you try that tripod out, Andy?"

"Good idea!" He checked the position of the sun and set the tripod and camera up a short distance away.

"How do you want us?" asked Wendy.

"OK, first you and Mum sit next to each other... that's it, with your legs folded ... good. Now, John, if you kneel behind them; rest your hands on their shoulders." I could feel the heat of Wendy's thigh pressed against mine and her son's body leaning into my back - and I was wondering how far Andy would take us. I knew from experience how pesuasive he was in taking things one step further.

Andy next had John's hand on his mother's breast but still on my shoulder. I wasn't at all surprised when the follow-up shot had his hand on my breast as well with both of us looking up to his face and I admitted to myself I enjoyed the stranger's touch. Wendy's nipples, I noticed, had become more prominent too, so she seemed happy with how things were developing.

My son next had John kneeling to my side with his hand inside my shirt. Andy knelt at Wendy's side, hovered his hand above her breast and asked her permission to touch, which she readily gave. He took a shot like that then asked me to take my bra off. I wriggled it throught my sleeves and placed it on the ground behind me. He opened the front of my shirt and I felt the cool breeze stiffen my nipples. Andy lifted Wendy's T-shirt so her breast was visible and took a picture of his hand round her breast while John's hand squeezed my nipple.

"OK, ladies, lose the shirts," was his next instruction. "Stand up, and John, if you'd stand back for this shot, please." He arranged me and Wendy facing each other topless. He put one of her hands on my shoulder and the other on my breast. She grinned at me letting me know she liked that. Andy put my hands on her bum cheeks and told me to squeeze and pull her in. As I did so she ground her pelvis into mine which prompted Andy to say to John, "I think your Mum likes this." 

She gave an extra grind to her hips, winked at me and said, "I sure do," giving my nipple another tweak. Her buttocks felt so nice in her tight jeans - firm but a hint of softness as I felt the underlying muscles move beneath my hands.

"Hold it like that," said my son as he went back to the camera. There was a twinkle in Wendy's eyes as we held each other and we had a little hug after the camera clicked. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my fuller breasts as we embraced. John came back into the next shot. Andy had me and Wendy kneeling, facing each other and John standing between us with us hanging onto the top of his shorts. I wondered how John would react to what I knew was coming next but he seemed happy enough as Andy told him to open his shorts, let them drop to his ankles and pull his briefs down. His manhood was sticking out proudly as my son had me take hold of it while his mother was told to fondle his balls. His tool, which was a little shorter than Andy's but very much thicker, gave a twitch as I took hold of it. Andy took the picture then the next pose was with me and Wendy facing each other as we both kissed the rampant tool.

"John," said Andy, "will you take the next couple of shots. I want the same sequence with me in the middle." He showed his friend how to work the camera and soon my son was naked with his hard tool bobbing before us. He went a bit further, having Wendy take the tip of it into her mouth while I was cupping his balls. After John had clicked the camera she slid he mouth all the way down Andy's tool but he pulled himself away, retrieved the camera and took a couple of real close-up shots of her breasts and nipples.

The next shot was of John and Wendy, each with one of my nipples in between their teeth and pulling. The plain/pleasure shot through my body. Then came the order I was expecting: "Slacks off, Mum." I pulled them off and stood there in just my panties as Andy said, "You too, Wendy." She never even hesitated and stripped her jeans off to reveal the tiniest black thong which only just covered her pussy lips and disappeared up the crack of her backside leaving the pale globes of her bum cheeks uncovered. My son had me and Wendy stand side by side. He took hold of her hand and pushed it down the front of my pants, encouraging her to finger me, then shoved his hand down the front of thong and told me to put mine down there. He went back to the camera and clicked the button then John went over to him and whispered something. He smiled and told us to hold the position and kiss each other.

Her fingers were sliding up and down my slick pussy lips and I had two fingers working right inside her as we leaned into a tongue-swallowing kiss. I don't know about Wendy, but I was oblivious to the camera and I scarcely noticed a pair of hands removing my pants. They certainly weren't hers because one of them was now round the back of my neck and the other was buried knuckle deep in my pussy - I felt her thong being removed and moved my spare hand round to her beautiful soft buttocks, kneading them and digging my fingers in. I felt her gently pulling me to the floor to lie me on my back then she broke off the kiss and started nibbling her way down to my breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked strongly on it, gripping it between teeth and tongue. After working on my breast she kissed her way over my tummy and between my legs, licking up and down my pussy lips.

Suddenly I wanted to taste her and pulled her so she was straddling me and for the first time in my life I was looking directly at another woman's sex which was glistening with her juices. The dark outer lips were puffed out and swollen: I reached up and parted them to reveal the inviting pink of her inner lips. Peeping out from its hood, her clitoris seemed to beckon me. I put my hands on her buttocks and pulled her down to my face. I heard a sharp hiss as I flicked my tongue over the pink nub before settling down to licking round her wet lips and digging my tongue deep into her pussy. 

I found myself following the lead of Wendy's mouth; whatever she did to me, I repeated on her. She nibbled up my lips, I nibbled up hers, she probed with her tongue, I probed with mine drinking deeply of her spicy juices. I felt my body building up to an orgasm as she ground her groin harder onto my mouth, twisting and gyrating her body to get closer contact. I became conscious of hands at my breasts, tugging and pulling harshly on my nipples which sent me wild as an explosion ripped through my body and she flooded my face with her juices. I was delirious with the sensations coursing through me as my lover and I continued attacking each other's pussy, each climax taking me higher and higher until at last I felt sated and collapsed under her as her own movements slowed to a gentle licking caress.

I was reluctant to let her go as she swung her leg over me and moved up to kiss me. I tasted my own juices on her lips and face as we shared a final loving embrace.

"Wow Mum," I heard John say. "That was fantastic. I never thought I'd see that!"

"Yeah, you two looked sooooo sexy," added my son.

I looked up to see John kneeling right next to me and Andy on the other side next to Wendy playing with her nipples. Both of them had erections almost tickling their chins. 

"It looks like our men have some needs, too," said Wendy as she rolled over to take my son in her mouth. I turned to John and did the same for him, taking him as deep as I could. The extra thickness made it difficult for me to take him all the way into my throat but I persevered until it finally slipped in and my face was right into his groin. Both boys were moaning how good it felt and I knew neither of them would last long. John ran his fingers through my curls and pulled me harder onto his tool as he cried, "Oh, I'm coming Sarah." 

"Yes, yes ..." I heard Andy call as I felt the first pulse deep in John's tool and pulled back so I could feel him coming in my mouth with spurt after jerking spurt. I milked him him of every drop then held it in my mouth as Wendy finished my son. She turned to me and we shared a wide open kiss, mingling the sperm of our two sons with our tongues before swallowing the creamy mixture. 

Wendy looked at me, smiled and licked her lips. "Mmmm, that was good," she sighed.

Yes, I had to agree, my first sex with another woman had been good.

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My Son, The Photographer Ch. 04



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My Son, the Photographer Ch 04

After our incredibly sexy time in the clearing by the stream, we sat around chatting and learning more of each other. The breeze was beginning to pick up a bit so we got dressed. Several clouds had appeared in the sky and John reckoned there was a storm building up so we packed everything away and started to make our way back up the path to the car. John's predictions were correct. The sky began to get really dark and we could hear rumbles of thunder getting closer then, suddenly, the rain started falling in big, heavy splats. We were partially protected by the tree canopy above us but even so we got soaked long before we reached the car.

Wendy's T-shirt was clinging to her body, transparent and showing all her assets. My own shirt wasn't much better and my bra was clearly visible under the material - not that our boys minded. John commented that we looked 'dead sexy' and Andy was quick to agree. We eventually reached the car and got in, seated as before with me and Wendy in the back. John had to stay out in the rain to help Andy maneouver the car as he turned round in the restricted space of the track. They weren't helped by the fact that the surface was by now very slippery but they managed and John got in. My son had to take the track very slowly as the car slipped and slithered in the ruts, his vision impaired by the torrential rain. We all flinched as a vivid lightning bolts flashed close by and the thunder cracked the air around us.

It was easier for him when we go to the main road and soon we were pulling up outside the chalets but by now we were back in bright sunshine with the recent rain steaming off the road and grass. We entered our respective chalets. Andy and I immediately stripped the wet clothes from our bodies. He grabbed a couple of towels and started rubbing me down while I dried my hair. 

"Did you enjoy yourself with Wendy this afternoon?" he asked. "I told you I'd arrange for you to feel her bum, but I never expected to see the two of you like that."

"Mmm, it was lovely, Andy," I responded. "That was my first time ever with another woman. I hope it's not my last. Did you enjoy watching us?"

"Wow, yes! You were both so sexy. I bet you never even noticed John pulling your pants down."

"Well, my mind was on other things at the time," I chuckled.

"Other things? I thought you were trying to eat each other when you were kissing. Then when you got into the 69, jeez Mum, you were both going wild. Did you like the way we set it up? John and I talked about it when we went for a walk. He knows his Mum has been with other women and he noticed her hand on your leg in the car. I told him you wanted to get your hands on her bum. We both hoped you two would do something and boy, did you go!"

"You and John set us up? Cheeky buggers, the pair of you! But yes, it was lovely, Thank you." I could feel myself getting wet between the legs again just thinking about Wendy's pussy grinding onto my face and her teeth nibbling my pleasure button - and that wasn't helped by Andy's movements between my legs with the towel. I pulled it off him and kissed his forehead. "Thanks, I'm quite dry now, Andy," I told him. "Let's get dressed: there's plenty of time for that tonight."

"Quite dry?" He put his hand between my legs. "This isn't dry, Mum!"

I pushed him away playfully and told him to get decent. I selected a denim shirt and skirt, the skirt was closed by a zip running down the front. I chose a set of lacy pants and bra in navy blue to wear underneath.

Andy was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tight T-shirt which did nothing to hide his muscles. "Hey Mum, they've got one of those mini bowling alleys down at the arcade. Do you fancy a few frames? Maybe John and Wendy would. What do you think?" 

"Sounds like a half-way decent way of spending an hour. We could go straight from there to the club. Yes, you go and ask if they'd like to come while I fix my hair and face." He left me to my hairbrush and lipstick and returned as I was putting the last touches to my make-up.

"Yes, give them a couple of minutes and they'll be with us," he announced. It wasn't long before John popped his head in the door and said they were ready. We walked in a line down the path to the arcade, me and Wendy in the middle, flanked by our sons. John, too was in jeans and T-shirt, but his was loose around his chest. We all held hands as we walked, cracking jokes and laughing, just enjoying ourselves. We got to the arcade and had to wait a few minutes until another couple finished then put our coins in the slot and started throwing the balls down the alley at the pins. Wendy and I weren't too good but it seemed like a bit of a friendly competition was building up between the boys. Eventually we girls left them to it, telling them we'd be back later. We went to the cafe nearby and sat quietly over a cup of coffee.

She was wearing a really sexy looking pale blue tank top in heavy lace and matching flares which hugged her slim figure. The dark triangle of her g-string was just about visible through the material and again her braless nipples pushed out into two points. "God, Wendy," I whispered over my coffee cup, "you look good enough to eat."

She put her hand in mine and whispered back, "I want to be eaten tonight, Sarah." She gave me a slow wink and licked her lips lasciviously. "How's your appetite?"

I squeezed her hand, looked her straight in the eyes and silently mouthed the words, "I'm starving." She held my gaze for a long, long minute. Her pale blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul, melting me inside; I could almost feel her thoughts of what she wanted to do with me. I turned my eyes away, breaking the spell, conscious of my breath coming in short pants, my nipples sensitive to the material of my bra as they hardened, my tummy quivering and my pussy slick and tingling. "Starving," I repeated.

"Yes Sarah," she whispered breathlessly, returning my squeeze. "Tonight the four of us will have a ball!"

We finished our coffee with no urgency and went back to the boys. They were just about finished. Andy, it seemed, had just pipped John on the final frame. "He's buying the first round of drinks tonight," announced my son.

"Yeah, he just got lucky! I'll beat him tomorrow."

We left the arcade and walked the short distance to the club. Tonight was a dance night and the place was beginning to fill up. They had the lights down low and a pretty good trio was playing on the stage with about half a dozen couples gyrating to a lively beat. We located a table and sat down, me and Wendy on the bench with our backs to the wall, Andy and John on the outside seats. John asked what we all wanted and went to the scrum at the bar, eventually returning with my wine, Wendy's vodka and tonic and a glass of beer each for them.

We sat sipping our drinks and chatting until the band started out on a slow tune. Andy took my hand and invited me to the dance floor. Wendy and John followed us and soon I was holding my son and lover close as we shuffled round the floor. I could feel the bulge of his manhood pressing into my thigh as his hand in the small of my back pulled me into his body, crushing my breasts between us. We danced like this through the three slow numbers the band played and returned to our seats when they speeded up the tempo. I wanted to save my energy for what I hoped would happen later. Wendy and John stayed on the floor for a few minutes then returned breathless but laughing.

Andy went to get another round of drinks and Wendy whispered to me she needed the toilet. I joined her and, as we were going she said, "Sarah, I want you to take your bra off for me." I went into the cubicle and did the necessary then complied with her request, stuffing my bra into my handbag. She was waiting by the door when I opened it. Ignoring the other women coming and going, she opened the top two buttons then pulled my shirt open so that anybody looking at the right angle could see my nipples. Next she bent down and pulled the zip on my skirt up until it was just below my panties. She held my face in her hands and gave me a big sexy kiss. She led me by the hand back into the main room. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. My nipples crinkled up again and I could feel them rubbing on the coarse denim weave of my shirt with every step I took. I was greeted with grins of pleasure from the boys when I returned to the table.

The band started another slow sequence and John asked me to dance with him, Andy leading Wendy onto the floor, too. He held me close and whispered that I looked so sexy and described in graphic terms how he'd like to make love to me. The bulge pressing into my tummy told me that he was getting aroused as I encouraged him by rubbing my body on his. He reacted by kissing and nibbling at my exposed neck which sent shivers up and down my body. He got one of his legs between mine and I was concious of his thigh pressing right onto my pussy. I knew my panties must be soaking as every twist and turn of our dance caused me to grind myself onto his thigh. As the slow music came to an end he asked me to walk in front of him and when we reached the table and sat down again I could see why: his erection was poking a large bump in his jeans and there was a definite damp patch on the thigh which had been driving my pussy wild.

We decided to have something to eat at the club and the boys went to order the food at the bar and get another round of drinks in. Wendy shuffled along the bench to me and said she loved looking at my nipples. I glanced down and saw that the dancing had moved my shirt and my right nipple was indeed just showiing. I made to pull my shirt together but she restrained me, encouraging me instead to open my legs more and show my panties. I think she was enjoying putting me on show like this and I was just getting hotter and hotter the more I noticed people looking at me. And I was getting stares from the men - and some women - who passed our table.

Our sons returned with the drinks and announced that the food would be about twenty minutes - they had ordered scampi and chips in a basket and the waitress would bring it as soon as it was ready. While we were waiting the conversation at the table was becoming more and more explicit. We were clearly heading for a major session when we got back to the chalets. We discussed the arrangements, deciding that the beds weren't big enough for all of us to get together then John suggested we go to their chalet, move all the furniture to the corners and throw down all the bedding we could find onto the floor. We agreed that we'd leave as soon as we had eaten - I, for one, was raring to go and I'm pretty sure the others were, too.

The food arrived and was disappointing: five pieces of reformed fish which might have been scampi at some time and the chips were undercooked. The baskets and cutlery were plastic. Before I started, Wendy told me not to spoil my appetite. I looked up to see a twinkle in her eye. Indicating the poor fare set before us, I said that wasn't very likely and that I wanted honey for desert! She squeezed my thigh and told me the honey pot was dripping. We all left most of food, gathered our things and made our way out of the club. As soon as we got out of the bright lights at the club entrance, Wendy stopped me and opened all the buttons except the last one on my shirt so it blew open with every puff of the cool evening breeze. She made me walk all the way back to the chalet like that but fortunately the path was almost deserted.

I say almost, but when we passed a couple of youths, maybe the same age as our two sons, she pulled the shirt to one side and had me walk past them with one breast fully on display. I felt so embarrassed yet at the same time my pussy was tingling like crazy. It was only a few minute's walk to the chalet but it felt more like an hour, knowing that someone - anyone - might walk round the next corner but eventually we got to the there. I was standing directly under the lamp over the door as John fumbled -deliberately? - with the key before ushering me into the privacy of their chalet. Andy went into ours and grabbed all the bedding, dropping it all at his feet and spreading it out when he returned.

Wendy stood in front of me and removed my shirt and skirt, leaving me only in my panties. She kissed me long and hard, holding her body away from mine as Andy stripped her slacks off. She broke away briefly as John removed her top then came back with her mouth wide, her tongue worming its way in to fight with mine. She put her hand to my groin, fingers playing over my pants. "My god," she gasped, "You're soaking wet." Andy and John had to check it out for themselves and all this handling of my pussy kept my juices flowing.

"Would you like a drink, Sarah?" asked Wendy. "Sorry, I've only got vodka and beer in the fridge."

"I'd rather stick to wine. I've got some next door. Andy," I turned to my son whose hand was now inside my pants, "be an angel and get it for me, please."

A wicked grin came to his face as he left off massaging my pussy and retrieved the key from his pocket. "Get it yourself, Mum. Just like that!"

My mind was in some kind of haze as I felt myself being guided to the door. John was already there to open it. He poked his head out, looked around and said, "Clear."

He lied! As I dashed out I saw an elderly couple, fortunately some way off in the gloom but walking towards me, as I stood transfixed in the light dressed in just my panties. I shoved the key in the lock and opened it in record time. Inside, I closed the door and leaned back on it, panting with embarrassment. But why were my nipples sticking out like organ stops? Why was I leaking so much it was dribbling down my thighs, even having soaked right through the material of my panties? The excitement of knowing I had been caught by strangers was an incredible turn-on for me.

In the fridge was one opened bottle of wine which I grabbed along with another full bottle. I stood at the door, my hand on the lock, plucking up the courage to venture out again. I took a big slug of wine from the opened bottle, took a few deep breaths, open the door and went out without even checking if there was anybody there. I was almost disappointed to see only the backs of the elderly couple in the distance. But they had closed the door forcing me to knock. John took an age to open it again, I'm sure it was deliberate, but eventually the door opened and I was admitted, still panting.

He had stripped off and his erection was bobbing as he walked to the pile of bedding on the floor and sat down to watch the action. Wendy and my son were also naked. He was on his back with his face between her legs while she was taking his tool deep into her throat. I was torn betwen watching them and getting a glass for my wine. I got the glass, filled it and sat down beside John to watch the inpromptu floor show.

Wendy was obviously enjoying her task, from the sounds of her mouth slurping up and down Andy's tool. Long deep strokes which went from the tip all the way down until her nose was tight into his pubic bone. I watched this for a couple of minutes then shuffled over to see what was happening the other end. Andy was alternating bewtween licking the juices flowing from her and sucking on her clitoris. She left off sucking him for long enough to call, "Oh put it inside me, fuck me with your tongue!"

John saw an opportunity. He knelt behind her and gripped her hips, pushing his thick erection towards her pussy even as Andy was working on her bump. I watched in amazement as my son took hold of him and guided it into place. Wendy moaned in pleasure as she felt the hard mass penetrating her pussy. As for me, I removed my panties and had one hand at my own pussy, slipping two fingers in and out, spreading the slickness. My other hand was pinching and pulling my nipples as I watched John's balls slapping Andy's forehead with every stroke. Each time John pulled back in his stroke, Andy would lick his tool and her clit at the same time. I wished it were me getting the treatment she was getting.

John was the first to call out, "I'm coming Mum. Ohhhhhhh." He thrust right into her and his body spasmed as he pumped his sperm inside her. She was writhing on Andy's face even as the sticky mess was leaking out of her pussy but my son never stopped licking. I could see his own body bucking as he filled her mouth with his sperm and her body just started quivering as her own climax hit her. 

Meanwhile John's tool was slowly softening and falling out of her pussy. Amazingly my son took the tool into his mouth and sucked away their combined love juices. The sight of this tilted me over the top and with a loud cry I gave myself up to the orgasm wracking through my body. 

I was dimly aware of Wendy calling out, "Yes, yes, yes, more!" and saw that he had licked John clean and returned to her pussy, probing deeply with his tongue to clean everything out. I saw his tongue coated as he curled it into his mouth to swallow everything then push it back deeply inside her, sending her into another frenzy until she finally collapsed on top of my son.

The three of them slowly disentangled themselves, with Andy rolling over to kiss me. I could taste John and his mother in my son's mouth. "That was just so sexy," I told him when we broke apart.

"Yeah, real cool, Andy!" John agreed. He stood up to pour another round of drinks.

Wendy looked at us with a slightly puzzled expression. "Did I just miss something?"

"Andy sucked my tool clean after I came inside you!"

"No shit? Jeez, I wish I'd seen that! That's where you went, Andy. I wondered why you stopped for a minute!"

"You were just a little busy at the time," I grinned.

"That's true. Sorry we started without you, Sarah, but I did say I wanted to be eaten."

We thanked John for the drinks and sat around kissing and cuddling each other for a while then Wendy and I started getting 'serious' again. She was driving me crazy, gently blowing in my ear and giving me light, fluttering kisses on my neck and throat, whispering all the time what she was going to do to me. "I'm going to suck your tits and squeeze your nipples 'til you beg for mercy then I'm going to chew them some more," she told me. "I'm going to suck the juice from your sweet, hot cunt. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers. I'm going to shove my fingers right up you hole. I'm going to suck on your clitoris, nibble it, bite it hard. I'm going to make you squeal. I'm going to grind my own cunt into your face and you're going to lick me out ..."

"Don't talk about it," I hissed, "Just fucking do it. Take me you bitch."

She pulled me onto my back and knelt over me, taking a nipple in her mouth, rubbing her own breasts into my face. I caught her erect nipple in my mouth and sucked just as hard as she was sucking mine. She had her mouth wide open, sucking as much as she could inside, compressing my nipple between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, at the same time twisting and pulling on my other nipple. She set her teeth on the one in her mouth and started nibbling, using her tongue and teeth painfully - both my nipples sending twin sparks of electricity down to my throbbing clitoris. I was moaning and crying with the pleasure/pain as she gripped the tender flesh between her teeth and pulled it as far as she could, grabbing a handful of my other breast and squeezing, digging in her fingernails, crushing it. Her own breast was in my mouth receiving similar treatment as I flicked and danced my tongue over the rubbery flesh until at last I broke away and called, "Enough! No more!"




My Son, The Photographer Ch. 04



But she ignored me. Her hand and mouth swapped breasts and the nipple which had just been chewed was now subjected to a savage twisting while the other was being chewed just as hard. I had no choice but to take her tit back into my mouth and give it the same treatment and in my frenzy I bit really hard. She lifted her mouth and screamed, "Yes! Now eat me you bitch!" then scrambled down so her face was between my legs. Opening her mouth wide she sucked all my sensitive lips powerfully inside. God, it felt incredible and I wanted to scream but her own crotch came down onto my face, smothering me, my mouth search for her pussy as she ground it around. I managed to get my tongue up inside her as I felt the powerful suction of her own mouth trying suck my womb out of place. At least that's what it felt like. 

Wendy grabbed my legs and pulled them back, holding them in place with her arms as she licked up and down my pussy lips, lapping all the way to my anus and back again. She repeated the motion, this time trailing the tip of her tongue round the forbidden hole for a few seconds before returning to my pussy. She concentrated on my swollen outer lips - they felt huge - never venturing her tongue inside, just an incessant lap, lap around my lips. My clitoris, engorged and throbbing was just begging for some attention - I was after all, licking at hers but she ignored it, just steadily building the pressures inside me to near bursting point but never quite making it.

I tried to give her a clue as I took her own little nub between my teeth and lashed it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body quaking with a small orgasm but still she kept me in suspense. She moved her mouth further down and traced around my anus again, little flicks right over the hole until I felt the tip of her tongue trying to penetrate. I was a virgin down there, my former husband wasn't interested and Andy had never tried anything in that direction. It felt really exciting but she didn't persue it, returning instead to my pussy lips with more of that steady licking up and down. I felt her juices dripping copiously into my mouth as she had another orgasm, tasting so sweet and spicy. 

Then suddenly she attacked my clitoris with tongue and lips, sucking and licking hard for a couple of minutes, bringing me almost to screaming pitch before she bit down hard. My orgasm hit me so hard that my whole body arched, almost throwing Wendy off but she gripped my legs firmly and sat on my face with all her weight while continuing to chew my bump. Time after time my body exploded - I couldn't keep track, I just knew that I never wanted it to stop except that I could hardly breathe until I instinctively pushed her up and sucked air into my lungs before collapsing beneath her, sated and sobbing.

She turned her body round and we held each other, gently kissing and stroking as we recovered from the heights of our passionate lust. After a few minutes of this she tapped me on the shoulder and indicated that I should look at something behind me. I turned and was amazed to see John sitting on the floor with my son kneeling in front of him, his head obviously bobbing up and down on his friend's dick in long, slow slurping movements. John had one hand resting gently on Andy's head while the other was reaching down pinching his nipple.

"Yes Andy. Oh that feels sooooo good. Yes, take it, take it in your mouth. I'm nearly there." He left off tugging Andy's nipple and pushed his head head firmly down. "Yes, I'm coming. Ohhhhhhhh."

Andy took all the sperm in his mouth like a true professional cock sucker, milking the last drop then coming up and grabbing his friend's head in an open-moouthed kiss as they shared the slippery mass and then they continued kissing while John took hold of Andy's tool and masturbated him before pushing him onto his back and taking the hard flesh in his own mouth, fondling his balls until my son cried out in his passion and we watched his body jerk as he pumped his seed. Wendy beat me to it and grabbed John when he had it all, sharing a sperm-filled kiss with her son so I grabbed Andy, hugged him close and kissed him fervently.

"What made you two start that?" I asked him. "It was incredibly sexy watching you. I never knew you were like that, Andy."

"Yeah, so erotic I had another orgasm just watching you," agreed Wendy.

"Well," John answered, "it was you and Sarah going off like that. We both got a hard on and started playing with each other, then he just bent down and started licking it. Next thing I knew he just took it in his mouth and started sucking."

"Well, it felt and tasted nice when you were fucking your Mum, so I thought, 'Why not?'" He turned to me and gave me a hug. "Mum, you'll have to teach me how to get it into my throat. I tried and it just made me gag. But I wanted it all in."

"We'll talk about it later. Are you two planning to do that again? If you are, I want to watch and so does Wendy!"

She nodded her head vigorously in agreement. 

The boys looked at each other. Both smiled and said together, "Yes!"

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My Son, The Photographer Ch. 05



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Andy and I returned to our own chalet and were in bed drifting towards sleep when I heard a car pull up to park just outside. Then there was the clunk of the car door being closed, the beep of a remote locking then the chalet door opening and a strange voice. "What the fuck...? Jesus, Wendy, fucking your own son?" There was a scuffling and then what sounded like a vicious slap and a cry of pain. I nudged Andy to make sure he was awake and he showed he was by tapping my tummy.

We listened in silence as the sounds next door continued, "Dad, stop it. Leave her alone."

The stranger's voice called angrily, "You, you mother-fucking cunt, just shut the fuck up and get to bed – your own bed. And you, bitch, get here." 

We heard the sound of more scuffling and a frightened cry of, "No, Tony, please no. Stop it, I can explain ... Arrrgh." That last cry was preceded by the crack of flesh against flesh followed by another and another. On and on the slapping sounds continued, all the time Wendy was screaming and crying out, "No. No more. Please no."

Andy wanted to get up and stop it but I held on to him and whispered, "No. They have to sort out it out themselves."

After what seemed like an age, the sounds of the beating stopped, to be replaced a rhythmic humping interspersed with Wendy's sobs. Wendy was getting fucked savagely by the sounds of it, but her ordeal wasn't to last much longer. With another loud slap we heard the stranger grunting his orgasm then only the sounds of Wendy's muffled sobs dying away. Eventually we again drifted off to sleep with Andy's hand stroking me.

The next morning we woke, went through our morning routine and were enjoying a cup of tea after breakfast. I had the chalet door open, watching for signs of life from next door. Wendy emerged and glanced into our chalet, seeing me but not really seeing, before walking away up the road towards the camp shops, her shoulders hanging dejectedly. Telling Andy to stay, I went after her, soon catching up.

Her eyes were red and swollen and there was a swelling on her left cheekbone which was slightly bruised. She said nothing so I walked beside her: she would speak when she was ready. Still not saying a word she put a few things in her basket as she walked round the camp shop – it seemed like she was on autopilot. She paid for her goods and set off back towards her chalet. 

I took her resisting arm and almost pulled her to the café. I made her sit down, noticing she did so very gingerly, while I got two coffees from the counter and returned to the table. Sitting opposite her, I took hold of one of her hands, trying to offer solace in my silence. Eventually she shuddered, took a deep breath then let it out slowly. "Tony arrived last night." I nodded sympathetically. "I wasn't expecting him until this evening at the earliest but apparently he'd sorted out the business problem quickly because he was missing out on our holiday and he just wanted to join us as soon as possible. He caught me and John in bed."

"We heard it all," I said softly. "Oh, you poor dear!" I squeezed her hand.

"He beat me." Tears were now starting to leak from her eyes. I moved to her side of the table and put my arm around her; she buried her head in my shoulder and I just held her as she sobbed herself out. She dabbed away the tears, blew her nose and through the sniffs told me about Tony, her husband. He had never hit her before, she told me, except sometimes she had let him spank her in the bedroom. Nothing like last night, just enough of a spanking to warm her buttocks, she assured me.

"It does nothing for me, I don't really like it but it excites him no end and afterwards the lovemaking just about makes up for the bit of pain." She shrugged. "Last night he just went crazy and wouldn't stop even when I begged him. Then he threw me onto the bed and fucked me from behind. Do you know what's crazy? I had an orgasm even as I was crying in pain." Again she shrugged. "Go figure! But I still hate it!" 

My friend said nothing for a couple of minutes, then: "He apologised this morning but he's still not speaking to John. I don't know how it will turn out." Eventually she gave a loud sniff and shrugged her shoulders as if casting off a burden. We finished our coffee and walked back to the chalets with Wendy not back to her bubbly self but certainly more animated. 

But my mind kept spinning round. Thoughts of her having an orgasm after the beating intrigued me and I couldn't get out of my mind Andy slapping my rump on that night we had made love loudly to let Wendy and John know we were like them: how I'd had my orgasm when he slapped me. I know I love it when my nipples are twisted or bitten hard – ditto my clitoris. As we walked back to the chalets I was responding to Wendy's friendly chatter without paying her full attention as erotic thoughts tripped through my mind.

We hugged briefly when we reached the chalets and I went into ours to see Andy still sitting at the table. His eye cocked inquisitively as I sat beside him and I rehearsed what Wendy had told me. "I reckon we should make our own plans for today," said Andy. "Leave them to sort themselves out. Anything you fancy doing?"

"Maybe we could drive round to Newquay and eat some hot Cornish Pasties on the beach. Watch the surfers – not that there's going to be much surf today. Just lounge around for the day and soak up some sun. Maybe have a walk round the shops," Andy grimaced a little at that one so I hurried on, "or get a bagful of pennies and throw them away in the arcade."

My son grinned. "I don't think I ever told you about how I once got real lucky in an arcade. That's it," his face animated as he recalled the scene. "Remember when we had a holiday in Filey – that would be the year before Shitface left?"

"Don't call your Dad that," I told him firmly. "Even if he is a Shitface. Anyway, go on ..." 

"You two left me in the arcade with a supply of pennies while you went into the pub next door ..." He went into a long description of how he discovered a way of cheating and winning on a particular slot machine. "Mum, I emptied that machine and used my ill-gotten winnings to pig out on chocolate and sweets. I couldn't face any more food when we went into that café but I didn't dare tell you why."

"I think I remember that day. I thought you had caught sunstroke or something when you wouldn't eat but your temperature was normal so I didn't fuss too much. You were OK the next day so I thought nothing more of it until now. And yes, you'd have got a thick ear from me or Shi ... your Dad, whoever got there first."

"OK," said Andy. "Newquay it is then, but I don't think I'll ever find another machine like that one. Hey, come to think of it, it wasn't dishonest." He grinned. "Those machines were to test your skill – well my skill beat their machine. It wasn't my fault it wasn't properly maintained. Do we need to take anything with us? I'll bring my camera, of course but we don't need anything else, do we?"

"I don't think so. We can buy any food or drinks we want. We should take couple of towels and the beach sheet of course. And we mustn't forget the sun cream but I can't think of anything else. We'd better set off soon or we won't find an empty spot on the beach. I'll wear my bikini under my dress. Will you get things together while I get changed?"

"Sure Mum," he replied. "It won't take me a minute to put my bathers under my shorts."

Ten minutes later Andy was driving out of the camp. He turned north following the signs to Newquay slowly in the congested tourist traffic. Eventually we got there and by some miracle found a parking space just about to be vacated. Andy managed to slide in neatly, blithely ignoring the indignant honking of another driver who felt he had a claim to the precious piece of turf. The other guy just about had steam coming out of his ears when we got out the car. Andy gave him a gamin grin and a semi-apologetic shrug of his shoulders. He drove off in high dudgeon causing an innocent pedestrian to jump out of his way smartly to avoid being mown down.

I fed the parking meter enough coins to park all day – how do they justify those charges? – while Andy got the bag out of the boot. "That car will be an oven when we get back," I observed.

"Don't expect me to drive around finding a nice shady tree to park under," was his laughing response.

We made our way to the beach. Naturally all the best spots were gone but we found a patch big enough to spread our sheet in, stripped off our outer clothing and settled down enjoy the sun, I put sun cream on his back and he did the same favour for me. It felt good to close my eyes against the sun which glared even through my shades but the warm rays were welcome as was that faint breath randomly stirring the air about us.

After maybe 20 minutes I turned over and felt the hot sun beating down on my back. I relaxed, basking in the warmth. My thoughts drifted idly in that place out of time between sleep and waking, where the world fades away and dreams begin. Erotic vagueness, the warmth of the sun penetrating through my body, the pulsing of blood through my ears like a slow metronome: each swish somehow transforming into the beat of a hand on my bum as the sun beat at my buttocks. Subconscious memories of Wendy getting smacked migrated into me getting smacked. Lying across Andy's lap I was wriggling under his ministrations and pressing my groin into his soft thigh. My pulse quickened, speeding up the smacks until suddenly I was brought back to the world by a hand shaking my shoulder and an earnest voice asking, "Are you OK Mum?"

It took a few seconds for my thoughts to surface, reluctant to let go of that dream. It left me feeling so randy! I turned my head to see Andy anxiously looking down at me. "You were squirming and twitching and moaning. People were starting to look." His voice sank to a whisper, "I thought you were trying to screw the sand."

I noticed my breathing was faster than it should be but calming down now. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked back at him. "Yes, I think I must have been dreaming. I'm OK now, thanks. What time is it?"

"Half twelve," he said, checking his wrist watch. "I'll go and get us some pasties." I reached for my purse and gave him the money then watched while he strode up the beach, his leg muscles working against the soft sand. I enjoyed the sight of his firm young body, his naked back gleaming with perspiration as he walked towards the steps in the sea wall.

As I was waiting for his return, the nature of my dream came back to me. I was conscious of dampness between my legs and a glance at my bosom showed my nipples proud beneath my bikini top. My body seemed to be leading me down mysterious unexplored paths. But what was I going to do about it? I pushed such thoughts aside as Andy returned bearing four Cornish pasties, still hot from the oven, and four cans of cola wet with condensation.

We had our lunch in contented silence, watching the other inhabitants of the beach. Here, a large family group playing cricket: a girl, maybe ten, tiredly chasing the ball her bigger brother had gleefully hit over her head for the umpteenth time. There, a couple of teenage girls giggling as they removed wet bathing costumes and dressed in the only just adequate confines of bath sheets. Kids digging and patting down damp sand, building small castles bearing tiny paper flags. At the water's edge kids of all sizes swimming and paddling: dads with their trousers rolled up to their knees. Drifting on the breeze came the sounds of raucous music pumping out from the amusement arcades, but muted by the general hum and childish shrieks of the crowds around us. 

We soaked up the sun for another hour then decided to get dressed, leave the beach and sample the other delights of the resort. We did spend some time walking round the quaint narrow streets looking at the various shops offering the usual over-priced tourist junk: tacky souvenirs, kiss-me-quick hats, plastic beach toys, picture postcards. Our nostrils were clogged with the reek of cooked grease at every fast food outlet. 

There was nothing much in the shops to interest me and Andy was plainly bored so we made our way back to the sea front again and entered one of the amusement arcades at random. Andy queued and got us a large bag of 2p coins each which we dutifully fed into the slots of the rapacious machines, oblivious to the mechanical voices extolling the virtues of one flashing monstrosity or another, exhorting us to try our luck. The number of coins in our bags reduced slowly, boosted now and then by a win which elicited minor cries of delight until they finally ran out. 

Hand in hand we slowly walked out and along the promenade, finishing up seated under a large sunshade outside a café. We ordered a pot of tea which quenched our thirsts as only tea will and talked of what we would like to do for the evening. Andy fancied going into the town near the camp, have a few drinks at a pub then get a taxi back but I told him I was sick of the noise and the lights and the crowds. What I really wanted was to get him alone, somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could build up the courage I needed – but I didn't say that.

"If it's peace and quiet you want, we could always go back to where we went on Saturday. Build another fire if you like. We can stay there longer as high tide will be later." His voice took on a note of anticipation as he went on, "Even take a blanket with us and sleep under the stars."

His inspiration meshed with my own needs. Out there on the remote beach it wouldn't matter if I shouted out or screamed. I readily warmed to his idea and expanded it, "We can get a couple of steaks and cook them over the fire."

"Bacon and beans for breakfast," Andy enthused.

"We don't have anywhere at all to go from the beach, let's get rat-arsed drunk, just for the hell of it!" I knew I'd need Dutch courage for what I had in mind.

We finished our tea and returned to the car. Yes it was an oven; I could have fried an egg on the bonnet! With the air-conditioning going full blast we joined the pedestrian queue home. Eventually we got onto the main road where traffic flowed a bit more freely. We stopped off at a supermarket to pick up what we needed. There was only one car parked up next door when we pulled up outside the chalet, Wendy's car, and there seemed to be no signs of life so maybe they'd all gone off somewhere together.

It didn't take us long to pack a couple of bags with what we needed. Andy made me take off my bikini and wear nothing but my summer dress – we had packed warmer clothing for cool night – and opened all but three of the buttons down the front: from navel to mid thigh was hidden beneath the buttons but as for the rest ... My breasts and crotch were covered, but only just, as we walked through the camp towards the steps to the beach. Several sets of male eyes, and one or two female sets, goggled and followed us but Andy made me pull the top closed when we were passing kids. 

When we got on the beach those last three buttons were opened. The last stragglers were wearily trudging towards the steps from all directions. Again we made our way to the water's edge, the westering sun at our backs, my dress flapping open all the way in the light breeze. 

Andy forbad me to cover myself as we approached the three youths coming the other way: when they were about 70 yards away he put his arm around me and fondled my exposed breast and erect nipple. He had us slow down to a snail's pace as we were passing them: they just stood there staring at the sight presented. Andy stopped me, moved behind and pulled my dress wide apart then shocked me by inviting all of them to have a feel. After a few second's hesitation, all of them made free with my boobs. One explored my pussy and told his friends I was wet through so they all had to check it out, invading me with fingers while I just stood there blushing madly but leaking copiously. Andy allowed them to continue this exciting humiliation for about five minutes then he closed my dress and amiably told them that the show was over. On his instruction I thanked them then we turned away and continued our walk along the beach. They watched us for a minute then went on their way talking animatedly.

For the final hundred yards to 'our' spot we both collected wood so we would have a good supply of fuel to get the fire started. We had bought a packet of firelighters to make that task easier. "It's gotta be quicker than rubbing two boy scouts together or whatever they do," my son had quipped.

As before, Andy went off gathering wood while I lit the fire. It was burning nicely when he came back with the first load. He told me to lose my dress and walk around naked. That didn't worry me as the beach was now deserted except for one man and a dog playing at the water's edge but far away, opposite the steps up the cliff. We had bought a litre of vodka and a couple of litres of orange juice for our binge tonight. I had already started drinking mine by the time I presented him with his first drink when he came back with the second load of wood. "Another two good loads should do it," he said, relishing half the full glass. "Whoosh, you mixed that a bit strong, Mum!"

When he'd done gathering fuel, he stripped off saying, "If we're going for a swim, we'd better go now before we have any more liquor." Side by side we walked down the beach towards the golden path of the setting sun. The distant man and dog had vanished: we were alone on the beach. I felt like I was glowing in the sun's rays; there was little heat in them now but they made me feel alive and tingling all over. I was in a state of high anticipation over what I was going to ask Andy to do.

The silence was broken only by the sighing of the sea as minute wavelets shushed into the sand while in the middle distance a couple of gulls fought shriekingly over some morsel they had found. The smell of salt, redolent with the harsh sweetness of the seaweed, filled my nostrils making me feel alive and part of the eternal beauty around. 

The coolness of the water as we walked, splashes unheeded, into the shallows brought me back to the immediate. We waded until we were chest high, the wavelets only just big enough to wash gently over my proud nipples. Ducking under, we washed the day's grime and sweat from face and hair then swam around in the mill pond, now and then to stop and exchange a kiss or teasing grope.

Eventually we tired of our play and ran back up the beach to our fire in the dwindling light as the sun disappeared over the horizon. We dried off then Andy added more fuel to the fire while I poured out two more generous drinks. I drained mine quickly and refilled my glass again. Meanwhile my son found a piece of flat rock which he placed by the side of the fire and arranged the steaks on it to start cooking.

I'd had another couple of drinks by the time we had eaten the steaks and a stick of French bread and butter, so now I was more than a little drunk. Andy cleared away the debris from our meal then hugged me close and kissed me. "What's wrong, Mum? You've been nervous and jittery all day. Come on, tell me."




My Son, The Photographer Ch. 05



I took a deep breath before committing myself. "Andy, I want you to spank me." There, it was out in the open. I waited with trepidation for my son's response.

"Hmm ..." he said after a few seconds. "I wondered about that. Did you know you were very, very wet while you listened to Wendy getting beaten last night? Is that what you really want, Mum?"

"Yes, Andy," I whispered. "Not a beating like Wendy got, just a spanking. That's what I was dreaming about on the beach this morning. Will you please?" I was almost shivering with nervous anticipation. 

He looked around and, noticing a flat rock of convenient height, he spread a towel across it, sat down and directed me to lay across his lap. With my heart thumping I obeyed and spread myself on his knees. I stared at our footprints in the soft sand, waiting for the first slap. I flinched and gave out a little shriek as his hand gently contacted my quivering buttocks and stroked them gently for a few seconds. I felt his hand lift off and then crack down.

He didn't hit hard but I felt the warm tingle on my right bum cheek transferring to between my legs. The next slap lit a fire in other cheek then a soothing caress. But I wanted more, much more. "Do you like it then? Want more?" Andy asked.

Oh, yes, I wanted more. "Yes, Andy. Hit me again, hard. Hurt me," I pleaded.

Each cheek got a couple of harder slaps which left me gasping – but wanting more. I squirmed on his lap, conscious of his growing erection. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as another short series of slaps warmed my buttocks, was the thought that Andy was also getting turned on – and that suited me no end!

He stopped slapping and started caressing my warm, tingling flesh, his hand slipping between my legs where I could feel my juices streaming. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Mum?"

"Yes, oh YES. But harder. I want it harder."

"Well, if you're sure ..."

"I'm sure, son. Just do it."

His hand slid down my leg and bent it at the knee and I felt him removing my sandal. "You've asked for it, Mum. Tell me when to stop!" With that he brought the sole of my sandal down really hard and the pain shot through me. He paused – maybe to give me time to quit, then really lit into his job with a vengeance that had me screaming and sobbing with the pain. I never counted the number of times he hit me – maybe 15 or 20 strokes with the sandal, alternating between sides – then he lifted me off his lap, put me on the on the sand and entered me with his erection. Both of us were at a high state of arousal as he pumped in and out so it only took a few strokes before his seed filled my womb and I clutched at him, holding him inside as my mind left my body.

I returned to Planet Earth to find my son tenderly wiping away my tears and kissing me gently. "Are you all right, Mum?" There was concern in his voice.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Wow, that was SO HOT! I want to do that again. Not yet for a while, not for a couple of days at least, but I definitely want to do it again. How about you? You seemed excited too?"

"I don't know what it was but your bum looked great as I smacked it. I was worried that the sandal might be too much with the shouting but ..." his voice trailed off. I answered him with a kiss.

"It was perfect. Thank you. But now I'm going to cool off in the sea." And with that I ran down the beach to the soothing water pursued by my son with his semi-erection waving and bouncing with each step. I sat down in the shallow water near the edge, feeling the cool waters take the sting out of my flesh and the small wavelets lapping at my open pussy. Andy left me there luxuriating in the shallows while he waded into the deeper water and swam for a few minutes then we walked back up the beach to our campsite at peace with the world.

Andy put lots of wood on the fire then banked it down with a thick layer of damp seaweeds while I made up a bed from the blankets, using our bags for pillows and we settled down to sleep under the stars.

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My Son, The Photographer Ch. 06



Author's preamble:This story contains descriptions of a sexually explicit nature, consenting mother/son incest and spanking. All participants have at least achieved their 18th birthday. The story line and characters are entirely fictional: any similarities are purely coincidental.

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Chapter 6. Wendy's Day.

Wendy woke the morning after her husband, Tony, had caught her and her son in bed together. He had given her a beating before fucking her savagely, now one side of her face was swollen and her buttocks felt raw. She showered gingerly and dressed in t-shirt and her lightest long cotton skirt without underwear. Her boobs never needed a bra and her bum was too sore to be encased.

Telling Tony she was going to the shop, she slipped out the front door of the holiday chalet, glancing at the open door of her neighbours' chalet. Sarah emerged and joined her as she walked up the road. She looked at Wendy's battered face then walked beside her in sympathetic silence, maintaining the silence as Wendy shopped. Sarah almost had to force her recently discovered friend and lover into the café but they were soon sitting next to each other sipping coffee.

Eventually Wendy told her what had happened; she finished her tale sobbing on Sarah's shoulder. Sarah just held her friend, hugging her and patting her shoulders until the tears ceased. They had another coffee then returned to their chalets, exchanging a hug and kiss as they parted at the doors.

Wendy entered her chalet and carried her shopping to the kitchen. As she was reaching up to the cupboard to put the groceries away she was startled to feel Tony's hands groping at her breasts and his groin pressing into her sore bum, a solid bump thrusting between her cheeks.

"Do you like fucking with John?" his breathing was heavy as he whispered his question in her ear. She didn't answer or respond but tried to continue unpacking her shopping. Tony followed her movements. He gripped Wendy's tits hard, pulling her up straight. "Well, do you?" he hissed.

Eventually she confessed in a whisper that she did, worried that her admission might spark another violent outburst. Instead her husband just clutched her close, one of his hands mashing her breast while the other clutched at her crotch. He held her like that for a few seconds then half-carried her to their bedroom, dropped her on the bed and started scrabbling at her clothing.

Wendy realised he was going to fuck her, come what may, so she sat up and started removing her clothes. He stood and threw his clothes off and returned to the bed to help his wife disrobe. He was not gentle as he thrust into her dry pussy, ignoring her protests.

When he was fully inside her, he started asking her questions about her and John. How they first started, how often, what did they do together: Tony wanted the details. His thrusts became more urgent as she told him what they did. 

"Does anybody else know?" he asked between thrusts. She was slow to answer. "Who else?"

"Just Sarah and Andy," she finally owned up.

"And who are Sarah and Andy?" he demanded.

"They are staying in the chalet next door. They heard us one night. Andy's her son: they sleep together like me and John. That was Sarah who went to the shops with me this morning." At this admission, Tony started humping and grunting as his sperm pumped inside Wendy. When he was finished he pulled out and demanded that she clean his dick and tell him about their neighbours while she did so. Between her licks and sucks she told him how she and John had been in a foursome sex session with them the evening before. As he listened, Tony's prick began to swell again.

Pushing her off, he told Wendy to go and get John out of bed and bring him back with her. Nervously she got off the bed and went to do his bidding, remaining naked at his command. She hesitated outside John's door before plucking the courage to knock and enter without waiting for reply. Her son looked up at her in surprise and shuffled over as she sat on the edge of his bunk. John reached up gently to touch the bruise on her face in sympathy. 

"Your father wants you to come to our bedroom now."

"What for?" he asked nervously, fearing a beating like his mother had been given last night.

"He didn't tell me but I don't think he's going to hit you," she responded, realising what might be troubling him. "Just come." She stood up and tugged encouragingly on his arm.

Reluctantly the teenager followed his Mum to her bedroom dressed only in his boxers, noticing the red welts still vivid and swollen across her buttocks, back and legs. As he entered the room he was conscious of his father's piercing stare but John's eyes flinched away and surveyed his toes.

"On the bed and spread them," Tony commanded his wife, "And you, get those shorts off. I've just fucked your mother and you're going to clean her up ready for another fucking.

John looked round for a towel or something to wipe his mother's oozing pussy but was told to use his tongue. Nervously the young man knelt on the bed and lowered his mouth to the sloppy mess and started to lick all the sticky fluids from his mother's pussy. Had the circumstances been more tranquil he would have been enjoying his task but as he worked his tongue deep inside he relaxed more and the thought of his father looking on subsided into the background and he was starting to get excited himself.

Meanwhile, in spite of the embarrassing circumstances, Wendy spread as far as she could, closed her eyes and concentrated on what her son was doing. In spite of herself she found her body reacting to the gentle ministrations of the tongue probing at her pussy and she lifted her hips rhythmically.

After watching the performance in silence for a while, Tony started talking about their future love life. Wendy and John, he deemed, could continue fucking each other but any time he, Tony, wanted to join in he would be in charge. He made them both agree to his demands and they both felt a surge of joy that he was condoning their activities. 

He, too, was further empowered by their submission to his will so he had Wendy turn around and sit on John's face while she had to go down on her husband. John was ordered to lick his mother's arse and stick his tongue up there to make it nice and slippery. When Tony deemed she would be lubricated enough he made her reverse again and sit on her son's now rampant prick. She sighed as her body received him inside her. Tony pushed the top of her body forward and perched himself between her legs and pushed his tool next to her anus.

Wendy braced herself for the pain she knew was coming - she knew from other occasions that he would not be gentle and considerate. True to form, when he had positioned himself, Tony thrust straight in. Wendy only half-suppressed a squeal of agony and she tried panting away the pain. It helped. Her abused sphincter slowly relaxed to accept the invasion and soon Wendy found herself enjoying the feel of a different prick up each hole at the same time. She felt so full and stretched and it was a lovely feeling. The tension in her belly was no longer nervous but purely lustful. She loved the two of them driving inside her; that their strokes never quite coincided made it even better, she was being touched in places she never knew she had.

It was exciting and new to the two men, too, so it wasn't too long before they both felt that certain quickening in their balls which was the prequel to their eruptions. It was John who was first over the hill. He grabbed her hips and pulled her right down, holding her in place as his sperm sprayed through pumping prick, calling, "I'm coming. Oh Mum Ooooh!" But Tony was still not quite there so kept thrusting up her arse like there was no tomorrow until at last he shuddered, delivered his load and slumped over her body which was writhing as Wendy's own orgasm pulsed through it.

John was instructed by his father to lick his mother's pussy and arse clean while his parents discussed what to do for the rest of the day, John not getting much to say as his mother was sitting on his face. Her own part of the conversation became more and more erratic as her son's tongue lashed her to another shuddering orgasm.

Eventually they decided to drive down to Land's End and spend the day as tourists so they all got showered and dressed and set off in Tony's car. They stopped at a roadside restaurant and enjoyed a very late breakfast then continued their drive down to England's tip. 

Once at their destination they took in a couple of the exhibitions, Tony all the time grumbling about the extortionate prices these tourist traps charged. They had their photographs taken by that signpost pointing to major cities in the world, had a cup of coffee and cakes, saw another rip-off exhibition then piled back into the car for the journey back 'home', arriving at the chalet about half-past seven.

Sarah's car was parked up next to their own so Tony told his wife to go and invite their neighbours for an evening at a local pub. Wendy knocked on the door but got no answer so Tony decided they would all go to the pub on their own. John phoned for a taxi which took an hour to arrive but they finally settled at a table in the beer garden and enjoyed a couple of quiet drinks together, the tension and upsets of last night soothed away by their day out as a family, all three of them relaxed in the knowledge that they would end the day with another session in bed. They didn't have to wait too long for their taxi which they had booked with the driver when he had dropped them at the pub earlier and soon they were back at their chalet.

As soon as the door was closed behind them Tony told them both to strip while quickly removing his own clothes. The two men lay side by side on the bed and Wendy was told to suck them both off so she knelt between them and took one then the other as deep into her throat as they would go. After a while Wendy was turned so that her lower regions were accessible to her husband and son while she continued to lavish her attentions on the two hard pricks. The men fingered her pussy and her anus, dipping their fingers in whichever hole took their fancy, at one stage she had two fingers from each of them ramming into her bum. 

John was the first to announce that he was ready to shoot so Wendy was instructed to lay on the bed while John shot his sperm over her tits. Tony was not far behind and he aimed his over her face. Wendy opened her mouth to catch as much as she could while John was told to lick her tits and face clean. They both enjoyed it as he worked his mouth over her breasts, concentrating on her nipples, then he moved his face to hers and they exchanged deep kisses between his cleaning licks. Both men were making free with her body, groping and pinching her breasts. Before long she was begging for a 'tool in her cunt' as she crudely put it and John obliged by settling between her legs and sliding his tool straight into her aching pussy.

Meanwhile Tony watched his wife getting fucked by their son: he played with his own tool until it became hardened back to full size. He was almost mesmerised by John's arse pumping up and down so he reached out and caressed it. He loved fucking his wife's arse and his son's arse looked just as tempting. Noticing Wendy's tube of hand cream on the bedside locker, he lubricated his tool and John's arse, sticking a couple of fingers to push more cream up the tight passage.

John jerked when he felt his dad's cold, slippery fingers touching then penetrating his back passage. Since his impromptu session with Andy just last night, he had given thought to his sexuality, accepted that he would like to explore further with his new friend and that anal intercourse seemed a logical consequence. So he was not disgusted with the idea, he just hoped his dad would take it easy on him but thought nervously that possibly his dad would ram straight in as he had done with his mum that morning.

Tony was in his rut again. He knelt between his son's and wife's legs, forcing all four apart. There was the small ring of John's anus twitching with nervous anticipation: it looked so inviting so Tony positioned his prick at the centre of that ring and pushed right in. John immediately let out a squeal of agony and clenched his sphincter but Tony found the sound of his son's cry accompanied by the clamp around his prick exciting so he ignored the noise and plunged in to the hilt. 

Tony only half felt his mother clutching at him as he screamed in agony. His rectum was on fire as the invading flesh started a rhythmic thrusting. "Push back with your muscles," he heard his mum whisper in his ear. "It helps, push back like you were going to the toilet." Through the red haze of pain he followed her advice and pushed back. Sure enough the burning and stretching eased away and he started to enjoy the pounding lunges into his anus and began timing his own movements inside his mother to his father's thrusts, pushing back into one and forward into the other. With stimulation like this it wasn't long before John shot his load into the depths of his mother's cunt as she felt her own shivering peaks build up. John was spent but his father was still going hell for leather up his arse. Wendy had felt her son shoot inside her but Tony's continued pumping kept John still fucking her until she suddenly hit her own peak with cry of "Yeah, yeah, yeah YESSSSSS" and Tony grunted as he pumped his load into the tight passage he was fucking.

When they all reluctantly pulled apart, spent, they cleaned themselves up with a towel and John was sent back to his own bed while Wendy snuggled her back into her husband and enjoyed his hand reaching for her breast, just holding and gently squeezing as they fell asleep satiated.

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