6 comments/ 76769 views/ 54 favorites Mom Becoming a Model Ch. 01 By: Purpz Ever since mom's photo shoot incident with Lewis, her behaviour especially with me around the house had changed. She became more open with me in the way she would dress and she generally became more confident in showing off some skin not just with me but when out in public too. When home on occasions she would often come down to breakfast or be preparing breakfast in her robe. Often braless, the top of her bust would always be visible. Just to remind you, mom's body despite being 40 didn't seem to be losing any of its sexual appeal. Her long silky legs were always a turn on as it is. I'd always find myself staring at them from top to bottom, with her thighs being slightly larger in proportion to the rest of her legs. They'd often be smooth and elegant. Her waist despite being 40 and giving birth to me over 21 years ago was quite modest. With wide hips, you could really notice her curves in anything that she wore. Her ass was round and curved like a peach, which combined with her waist and legs really highlighted the fact that she had an hourglass shaped body. Being fair skinned, mom had that exotic aura surrounding her which always turned me on. With a perky 36DD chest, her tits always seemed to get the most attention. Even when going to work it seemed that mom recognized this particular asset of hers and seemingly wasn't shy to flaunt them through the various blouses and shirts she'd chose to wear. This became ever more apparent since allowing Lewis to take photos of her not too long ago. Lewis who was a close friend of mine, despite being 21 too seemed to have turned mom on that day with the attention he gave her during the photo shoot. Mom seemed to enjoy having that 'milf' appeal that I always fantasized and imagined that she had towards younger men. Her selection of short skirts and tight blouses, when going to her weekend job at the store indicated that this wasn't further from the truth. At her weekend job at the store, I knew she'd often come into contact with younger men and this didn't seem to stop her from dressing in the way that she often did. In fact you could argue that it made her choice of clothing even more revealing. Often whistles and jeers would be heard whenever I'd go out with mom whether it be for shopping or just out in general. This was mainly due to the fact that some part of her body seemed to always be on show in public. With all of this happening more and more, I often found myself jerking off in the middle of the night at the thought of mom working in porn. I had already experienced an occasion prior to the photo shoot of mom teasing random strangers which made me certain that she was indeed a secret slut at heart. The problem was however, convincing my mom to go into the porn industry whether amateur or professional was never going to be easy. The thought of mom being in porn was something that Lewis put into my head after the photo shoot. When he said that he'd share the pictures that he took of mom with someone that he knew who worked in amateur porn as a producer never left my mind. Despite many months passing since that conversation and incident, the sexual tension inside of me only seemed to increase day by day. Sadly, I didn't expect this fantasy of mine to become a reality. No way, would there be any scenario where mom would even consider going into the porn industry. Despite her inner 'slutty' side, she wouldn't put herself out like that. It was late Saturday evening and mom was unusually late. Her shift was meant to finish at 6pm but it was approaching 8pm there was no sign of her. I didn't think too much of it and assumed that she had gone shopping or out with friends straight after. What made it strange was the fact that if mom was ever late or intending to be late, she would usually text me before hand. I decided to put a pizza in the oven and put on a film whilst waiting for mom to get in. Then at around 9:30pm there were heavy foot steps outside and before I could get up and look to see what it was, there was mom bursting in through the front door. She seemed very stress and bothered. She was wearing her dark glossy satin governess blouse which was fully buttoned from the top and a short white pencil skirt. Furiously she walked into the living room and threw her jacket which she was carrying onto the sofa before falling into it in a heap. I stopped my film that I was watching on my laptop and looked up towards her. "Everything alright mom, where you been?" She began to unbutton a few of her top buttons which slightly exposed the top of her bust. "No Brian, everything is not alright. I've been fired from the store for an altercation with a customer." I had rarely seen mom lose her temper like this and almost sling everything in reach around the room. She grabbed the pillows beside her and threw them onto the floor before kicking off her heels and lying down. "What the hell, why did they fire you mom if it was the customers fault?" "I don't know, I was simply defending myself against being attacked. He tried groping my ass as I went down to pick out something for him on one of the shelves." I couldn't help but take a quick glance at mom's white pencil skirt as she was laid out on her back across the sofa. It seemed to be hugging her hips so tightly and I could only imagine that it wrapped around fully to hug onto her ass tightly too. "Well maybe it was a misunderstanding mom; I mean perhaps he did it by mistake." She looked back at me and began to frown. "I'm not stupid Brian; I know how a man's mind works. I'm fed up of this constant bullshit from work." "So does this mean you're going to have to find another job?" I asked. Mom who was still trying to calm herself down began to sit up. As she was doing so she undid all of the buttons on her blouse and began to take it off. I couldn't help but get instantly turned on at the full view of her black and pink lona plunge padded push up bra. It enhanced her bust massively to the point where the extra padding was almost pushing her breasts out of the bra. The straps were almost string like and tucked over her shoulders which meant that my full focus was on her chest. "Whoa mom easy, what are you doing?" "I can't be bothered Brian, just keep quiet and let me unwind. I make an extra effort to look good and professional at work and do the best that I can but sadly it doesn't seem to be enough." She slumped back into the sofa and undid her bun, letting her hair down across both shoulders. I made sure that I had moved my laptop over my immense hard on, didn't want her to see what her undressing was doing to me. "So what are you going to do now mom, or are you just going to look for a new job?" "I don't know Brian. I can't be bothered doing shitty weekend jobs like this and take this kind of bullshit." Instantly after hearing her say that, my fantasy of mom being in porn came back to into mind. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to raise it but I was shitting myself at the same time because I didn't know what mom's response would be. "What about modelling mom?" I asked cautiously. Apart from that little photo shoot with Lewis a few months ago, mom hadn't ever done anything remotely close to modelling. Despite her enjoying the attention when flaunting her assets, she never went any further than just flaunting. Probably explains why she and dad are still together. "Are you crazy Brian, do I look like some sort of cheap ass hooker or prostitute to you?" "It was just a thought mom, I mean I'm not stupid and I know you dress provocatively as does everyone else when you're out. I paused for a moment. Besides I've not forgotten that little photo shoot with Lewis that you did a few months back" "It was a silly mistake on my part and something which I should never have agreed to. I'm your mother Brian, not a hooker." Mom's temper didn't seem to be going away, it was unlike of her to be this up tight and stressed. She was a very proud woman who took her employment status very seriously since she was young. From being raised within a poor family when she was younger, it was almost a knock against her pride, this particular firing. "But the money they make is insane and you wouldn't even need to work the hours that you already do to make ends meet." Still slumped against the sofa in her bra and pencil skirt, mom began rummaging through her hand bag. "And besides you're still quite attractive mom, if you don't mind me saying." Strangely enough she didn't react in the way that I thought she would do. I was half heartedly expecting her to throw me out of the house after suggesting potentially modelling. "You're my son Brian. You shouldn't be saying, let alone thinking things like this involving me. I understand you're 21 and these things are natural but seriously you need to stop right there." Mom pulled out her cell phone from her bag. "I'm going to go upstairs and get changed out of this and speak to your father about today." She said. "What about Lewis?" I asked. "What do you mean by that Brian?" Taking a deep breath I continued. "Don't think I forgot that little incident that you had with him. I know you didn't tell dad about it, let's be honest you enjoyed it and you enjoy flaunting and teasing other men." Part of me felt really bad raising the whole Lewis scenario up again. This was the first time since the incident itself that it had been raised. Mom didn't seem disgusted by it either if anything she probably thought that it was something that I had forgotten about in the months that passed. "Brian that entire incident was a mistake on my part. At the time your father and I were going through a rough patch and I wasn't feeling too good about myself." She carried on explaining that with dad often being away on business that her sexual inclinations increased to the point of which she lost all control. That was one thing which even I could understand. Mom probably wasn't a slut originally and come to think of it she never was when I was younger. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing mom, you are extremely attractive and all of my friends always comment on how much of a milf they think you are." "That's not the point Brian, I mean I'm flattered to know that they find me attractive but seriously, modelling for someone like me isn't exactly the best career move at this stage in my life." My eyes were fixated on mom's chest and the rest of her body. Her tanned skin made her look 10 years younger than she already was. You wouldn't think she was 40 at all by looking her when she'd be in a bikini. Still resisting the urge to relieve my immense hard on, I kept the laptop firmly placed on top of my crotch. "Mom, no one needs to know. I won't tell anyone and you love the attention anyway. Lewis said he knows people in the industry too." "So you and Lewis do talk about me, that wasn't just a one time thing?" She said in shock. "Mom, no one will know and besides I know you're aware of all the whistles and reaction you get when we're out." Mom sighed. "Your dad won't like the thought of this Brian. We hardly see each other as it is. She adjusted her bra before continuing. "And when I'm out and about, it's the closest I get to satisfy those sexual inclinations and urges whether it be by dressing in a certain way or receiving cheap whistles and cheers from other men." "I know about your needs mom, I'm just trying to help you satisfy them and establish a career which will benefit you and us financially." Mom stood there in deep thought as she contemplated the idea of possibly modelling as a career. Her eyes rolled and she begun looking at herself in the reflection of the living room mirror from head to toe. She often reminded me of that milf star Elicia Solis and had the personality as well as body needed to succeed in modelling. "I'll see Brian." Mom turned around and left the room with her ass swaying in that tight pencil skirt. Her back fully exposed with just her bra strap slightly undone. I immediately grabbed my cell out of my pocket and rung Lewis. Mom Becoming a Model Ch. 02 Lewis answered and I began to explain everything that had happened with mom. I told him that she seemed reluctant to go into modelling but at the same time I felt that she wasn't completely against the idea either. I asked him if he could give me more details about this amateur producer that he mentioned briefly a few months ago. "Yeah Brian, his name's Shorty. I don't really know his full name but I met him through a friend at university who takes the same photography major as me." "Did you send him the pictures that you took of mom a few months ago?" I asked. There was a moment's pause at the other end of the line. Lewis became unusually quiet and wasn't saying anything. "Well did you?" I repeated. "Not quite, I sort of passed them around the boys taking the same photography major as me. Sorry bro, I know I should have asked but I couldn't help it." The situation started to make sense now. No wonder every time mom went out, she was getting attention from other men especially younger men who were probably knew Lewis. I wasn't annoyed by this either in fact it actually gave me a hard on thinking about it. The thought of all those men lusting over my own mom was a turn on. "Alright cool man, are you going to pass them over to Shorty then Lew?" "I can't now because the thing with these producers is that they want material that they can sell or publish on websites. If he knew that a lot of people have already seen your mom's pictures then he won't be interested." "But that's why she'd go into modelling, so he can take new ones of her Lew?" He sighed. "To get noticed or even tempt these producers to take her serious, I'll need some new pictures or even a video or two Brian." Then it struck me. I knew at home mom tended to be more open in the way that she'd dress. She'd always in the mornings come down in her robe with no lingerie on underneath. That's how she tended to sleep at night too. You'd tend to catch glimpses of the top of her breasts and lower ass cheeks when she'd make the smallest movement. "I think I know what to do Lew, leave it to me." After which I ended the call and began to think about what I'd do. I decided that I'd borrow Lew's camera that he used for his degree and hide it in mom's room. With any luck I could probably get to record her in her robe or even naked. This would probably work but the problem was doing it without being caught. Part of me knew also that this wasn't going to be a good idea at the same time. Mom didn't agree to this and she'd probably flip at the thought of me doing this behind her back. But I couldn't resist the temptation that was there in my mind. After contemplating the idea further, I decided that on Monday I'd carry this through. With an interview scheduled on for that morning I decided to get up extra early so that I could set up the camera that I borrowed off Lewis. So at 7:30am on that Monday whilst mom was in the shower I carefully went into her room and placed the camera behind one of the clothes racks in her walk in wardrobe. Figuring that mom would come into her wardrobe after her shower to get changed, I couldn't think of another better place to record. Moving the clothes that she hadn't worn for years, Lewis's camera snugly fitted in between her jeans and jumpers. With the camera being black, I covered it with her dark jumpers on one of the shelves behind a rack. After carefully setting up the camera I made my way downstairs to quickly grab some breakfast before setting off. A few moments later I could hear mom's footsteps as she came downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight of her after her shower made my jaw drop and my cock incredibly hard. With her jet black hair down and wet, she walked into the kitchen in a light blue shirt that she'd wear when out in the office or when attending a meeting. She wasn't wearing anything on the bottom except a short thong and had stretched the shirt so that it half heartedly covered the top of her ass. Her round ass was fully exposed at the bottom as both her cheeks hung out. Her hourglass body shape meant that the bottom of the shirt curved tightly around her ass and tits. As she walked over to the kitchen work top, I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a mini-black thong which was barely visible. Both her ass cheeks engulfed her thong and with it being dental-floss thin, it was struggling to contain her cheeks. The buttons at the top of her shirt were slightly undone but not too far to allow me to see her tits or bust but the fact that she was still wet and dripping from her shower made her look so horny. Every time mom bent down or tilted herself to the side to grab some cups and plates her shirt would just pull upwards from the bottom exposing more of her ass. As my cock continued to harden, I couldn't help but let out some sexual tension that had been building. "Wow mom, nice ass." She immediately turned back around to face me and at the same time tried to pull her shirt back down more. "Brian, I'm your mother don't be so rude and distasteful. You shouldn't be saying shit like that, what would your father think?" "Then why dress like that when you know I'm here?" I asked. Mom's cheeks began to go red as she started to blush and smile. She tilted her head downwards as she looked down at her body from the front. "I know it's a bit short but I just got out of the shower, can't I be free in my own house?" She continued to smile but tried desperately to cover it by turning back around and keeping her back towards me. "Don't worry mom, I know you know as well as others that you're still attractive. Did you get the chance to think about what we were talking about on Saturday?" "I can't believe we're having this discussion again. Don't you feel any shame speaking to me about stuff like that Brian?" She asked. "Not when you're dressed the way you are, it's not exactly easy not to look." I replied. There was a brief moments silence between the both of us as mom continued to pour cereal into her bowl. Still keeping her back to me, I continued to glare at her ass from behind and imagine how tight she must be after not being fucked by dad for a long time. After a few minutes she turned around and came over towards me. Pulling a chair to the side, she sat down at the table. "Yes, I've thought about it. I don't think it's for me Brian and I know your father would be completely against the idea." "Even if it was a good career move which would help us all financially, you'd still turn it down?" I asked disappointedly. "Modelling isn't everything Brian and I still find it weird the thought of it coming from my own son." She finished her cereal and continued. "Besides the lifestyle, the atmosphere, the people you meet, the social stigma surrounding it and everything doesn't suit me." Assertively I shook my head in disagreement. "But you're the one who has always complained about working in that crap store. You'd earn more doing one shoot as a model then working a couple of shifts in store." She got up and moved over to the kitchen sink to wash up and clean the bowls. With her down and wet combined with her shirt being made even tighter by her wet skin I couldn't help but move closer. Slowly I got up and walked over to put my bowl next to the sink so she could wash it too. I made sure that I stopped right behind her and leaned across her back. Putting my right arm over her shoulder I slowly put my bowl next to the sink. This allowed me to place my left hand onto her left ass cheek whilst pressing my hard on against her firm ass. "What the hell do you think you're doing Brian?" She screamed. Quickly she turned around and pushed me away before making her way out of the kitchen. "You're so perverted; I'm your mother for fuck sake." After which she stormed out of the kitchen and back upstairs. I couldn't help what I tried to do. Her toned thighs and curved peachy ass cheeks were almost impossible for me to resist. With the hidden camera in mind I decided to leave for my interview at 9am in the hope that in the mean time I could get some footage recorded. Returning back home at around 2pm that afternoon, I was eager to see if I had managed to record anything. As I entered the front door and walked into the living room to check if mom was around, it was evident that she wasn't. Calling out to see if she was upstairs there was no response. After taking the camera out of mom's walk in wardrobe and plugged it into my laptop. Loading up the film that had been pre-recorded earlier in the day, I was very anxious of the thought of possibly not having anything recorded that I could pass onto Lewis. As I began to play the film, I became more and more turned on at the sight of mom in her flimsy shirt. At the start of the film at around 10am, mom walked into her wardrobe with just her shirt on. Like before, the bottom of her ass and thong slip was completely visible. She began rummaging through various shelves for outfits which I assumed she'd be wearing for the day. Luckily for me the camera was situated directly in view of the mirror which was hung up against the furthest wall away from door. This meant that whenever she'd try on a outfit, it would be in complete view of the camera recording. I immediately started to get turned on by the small glimpses of her body and curves. The slightest movement forward to grab a shirt or jeans off the shelf only made the bottom of her shirt lift upwards. At one point her entire peach shaped ass was visible with her mini-black thong only covering her pussy lips. The rest of it was struggling to contain her ass cheeks which were thick and perky. As the film continued to play, she was deeply in focus about the type of shirt and jeans that she wanted to wear. Pulling various shirts off the rack and pressing them against her chest with her back turned facing the camera. Still this wasn't enough for me, despite being turned on, I couldn't help but want more. The film carried on playing through with mom casually placing different kinds of shirt against her to see what would match. Some would be long, some would be short, and in summary it wasn't much of a viewing. I had initially anticipated that seeing as though she'd be home alone, that there would be more skin being shown but sadly this didn't seem to be the case. Once she settled on a set of tight jeans with the hips hugging tightly around her waist, mom left her walk in wardrobe and appeared to have changed outside in her room. The film then ended. Feeling slightly disappointed, I stopped the recording there and closed my laptop down. I decided to ring Lewis and talk to him about it. "I had a feeling it wouldn't work Brian and the way you freaked her out earlier probably didn't help either." He explained. "So what do we do now Lew?" "Why don't you let me bring Shorty round to your place and we'll leave them to talk?" I briefly paused. "But you said he wouldn't even bother to look at her without anything new or unique. We don't even have a portfolio not even to mention the fact that she isn't even sold on the idea." Lewis chuckled. "Don't worry B, Shorty is good with the ladies and he's dealt with them all. I know your mom and him will get on fine." The conversation ended.