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Photo Assignment Ch. 02

By: petertowers



Almost ten years have passed since I wrote Photo Assignment, which told of the first time I photographed my mother and sister. 

The events in this story follow on roughly a month later. Quite a few people have asked if we had any other adventures, the fact is we did, but it wasn't until recently that all the pieces fell into place and I was able to write about them. 



About a month or so after I'd handed in the Assignment my dad and I were alone at home, mom and Amy were out doing what women are often out doing, either looking at or buying clothes. We'd been chatting as we made up some sandwiches for our lunch when dad came out with a statement that almost blew me away 

'I could never figure out why your mother would think I'd not recognised her in your photos.' 

'You knew it was mom?' I asked in utter disbelief, feeling a bit like I'd been caught cheating. 

Dad could see my anxiety.

'Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset, quite the reverse.' I breathed a very big sigh of relief. 'You're not mad then?'

'Christ no. To tell you the truth your mother was as excited as a school girl while she was posing for your photos. Between you and me, we were like a couple of newly-weds for a few weeks.

'I don't know what to say...'

'You don't have to say anything I just want you to know I'm extremely grateful for the effect those photos had on your mother. The photos of Amy were good too, I figured it had to be her in the other pictures, but you'll appreciate they aren't something I'd want hanging on my walls. Where as the ones you took of your mother...'

'They were good weren't they and I know mom enjoyed posing for them.' I chipped in.

'The thing is she seems to have gone into a bit of a decline since you finished the assignment but I thought of something a few days ago that might put the spring back in her step...I'd like you to take some more photos of your mother. I've given it some thought and I've worked out a plan which could work, if you'll consider giving it a go.'

'You know I'd do anything to make you guys happy.' I was already excited by the idea of him giving me permission to photograph my mother and more than a little intrigued by dad's plan. 

'That's great to know Paul. What I thought you could say was that some one had been in touch asking you to take some more photos of the woman you'd used in your exhibition.'

'That sounds plausible. How did he get in touch?'

'How about email, I noticed you'd included your address on the short resume at the exhibition, I can set up a new address and contact you that way.'

'You'll have to offer to pay us to let her know you're serious.'

'That goes with out saying. I'll get onto it in the week and we'll see how it works out. Just forget that it's me calling the shots, think of me as just a client looking for interesting photos.'

'You seem to have it all figured out, I'm sure mom will love the idea of becoming a professional model.'

'Shall we pop to the pub? I don't know about you but my sandwich could be made of cardboard.' Dad said.

'We can seal the deal with a pint.' I replied. 

I couldn't help but wonder if dad knew how much I'd enjoyed being around mom when she'd been naked and willing to pose in any way I asked her too. Keeping my hands to myself, if we had a re run of my photo assignment was something that wasn't going to happen. And I for one could not wait.

As we left the pub a few hours later, slightly the worse for wear. Dad reminded me not to let mom know it was him calling the shots. I assured him mom would never find that out from me.

Late on Monday evening mom and I were alone in the kitchen, Amy was out and I knew dad was out of ear shot. I told her that some one had approached me after seeing my exhibition. Her interest was immediately apparent so I fed her a little more bait and told her he was extremely impressed by not only the poses but also my model. 

'Ooh a fan.' She exclaimed.

'It gets better. He's interesting in paying for some more photos of you.'

'What did you tell him?'

'I wasn't sure if he was on the level so I told him that my model was more or less retired.'

'Do you think he was serious?' mom asked.

'Well, a little later he emailed again and asked if I could ask my model if she would consider posing again. So yes I guess he is.'

'How about that.' Mom exclaimed 'I've the chance to become a professional model.'

'Hey I'd not thought of that...I could call myself a professional photographer too.'

'Did he want me to pose in the same way as the other photos?'

'He seemed to like the ones in the display... do you want me to ask him?'

'Why not there's no harm in asking is there... what sort of fee will I be getting?' She asked smiling... she was hooked. 'What would a 'proper' model expect to be paid?'

'How about I email the guy and say you're interested and want to know the type of poses he's thinking of and how much he's willing to pay. An agency would want around a hundred an hour for a model prepared to take on the shots you posed for.'

'Okay dear, let me know if he replies, I'm off to sit with your father... Just between us again?'

'God of course, I'm sure dad would blow a fuse if he found out.'

With that mom went off to find dad, dare I say with a spring in her step. It looked like his plan was paying dividends already. He hadn't wasted any time on that front, I'd had an email on Monday morning from him, using the name Felix Walker. Later that evening I wrote to him saying my model was happy to do the occasional shoot especially if the fee was attractive.

During the next morning Felix contacted me again. He was extremely pleased that I'd had positive news for him. He had no idea what represented an attractive fee where these things were concerned and asked me for guidance. I replied that my model used to earn £100 an hour when she was younger. But for the photos I'd produced for my exhibition I had paid her £200 for the session. I know that was asking a lot but dad had said I had to forget it was him so in my mind I was now dealing with Felix Walker. 

His reply arrived only half an hour later. He asked if the model would consider posing for a fee of £500 a session. I rang mom who almost fell of her chair when I told her the figure. She asked if he'd mentioned any specific poses. I told her I'd ask.

In his next email he described two fairly basic poses, which I had to admit although simple did have potential. In one she would be nude in a garden wearing a large sun hat, looking like she was walking. In another he asked if she could be relaxed, maybe drinking a coffee, like she was having a break. One thing he did ask was that more of her face might be shown.

I rang mom who told me straight off she was up for it if I wanted to give it a go. Before we hung up she asked what my fee would be. I told her I'd not thought about that, what did she think I should ask? Tell him you want the same as me and negotiate how many prints he'd want. 

So I emailed Felix and told him my model, Jane, was happy with the fee of £500. My fee would be £500 as well for which I would supply him with standard prints of at least twenty photos from the session. I would supply two, large prints. Any extra enlargements would be £50 each. I had to remind myself that it didn't really matter how much I asked for, I'd be giving the money back to dad before too long anyway.

He replied within ten minutes saying that was very agreeable and said he'd prefer to transferred the fee directly to my bank account. I told him that the direct payment was fine and sent him my bank details and asked how he would like to receive the photos. In his next email he included the address of his solicitor and asked that I post them to him.

I phoned my mom who asked when I wanted to start. I was free the next morning, luckily she was too so we said we'd either do the relaxing shot or the garden one depending on the weather and light. And just like that the scene was set for me to not only photograph my naked mother but boost my parents sex live at the same time.

At home that evening mom and I managed to get a few minutes alone, I reminded her not to wear anything tight in the morning and checked that she had some hold up stockings. The relaxing shot I had in mind would have her leaning against the kitchen counter sipping from a mug looking like any woman taking a break except she would be wearing just the hold ups.

As you'd imagine sleep didn't come easy that night but eventually the morning arrived. Dad and Amy had already left when I came down for breakfast. Mom was busy tidying the set. Wearing I suspected just her dressing gown and stockings under her old dressing gown.

'Good morning my sexy model. Lean against the counter and let me get an idea of the angles and light.' I asked her as I poured myself a coffee.

'Good morning, just here?'

'Yes you'll catch the light from the window there.'

'Would you like me to remove my dressing gown?' she asked me.

'Mom that's what's known as a redundant question.'

'Well a woman always feels she should ask.' She said as she slipped if off to let me see she was indeed only wearing her stockings. Her full breasts dropped by just the right amount given their size and her age. Her tummy was flatter than it had any right to be and her pubes were trimmed just enough to make them looked well kempt. All in all a very neat and sexy package.

'Well how do I look?'

'Mom words fail me, you look fantastic, I'm sure Felix will be bowled over by his photos. Are you happy to try some in here?'

'Yes I just want to clear a few more things out of the way, five minutes and I'll be all yours.'

Mom carried on clearing the decks but happily she didn't slip her gown back on. I watched her while I finished my coffee then was as busy as she, as I set up my camera and checked the exposures. It's strange looking back at what it was like to use a film based set up, although it was only ten years ago, things have moved on an awful lot where photography is concerned. I for one don't even own an enlarger any more let alone a dark room but that as you'll see, is a real shame. But in those dark days there was nothing I could afford in the digital market that came anywhere near the quality of even the lowly 35mm negative.

So I didn't have the luxury of snapping off a few images and checking them on a laptop, if I got it wrong I'd not know about until I developed the film. By half nine mom was happy the kitchen looked respectable and was actually leaning back against the work top sipping coffee from a mug in exactly the pose I had envisioned. I told her to stay exactly as she was as I took some photos of her. I wondered if the counter behind her was a little too clean so I made it look like she had actually been using it when she stopped for a break. Several more photos during which I adjusted her pose a little and a few more from various angles and lens. 

At that point I realised what wasn't quite right with her pose, her nipples weren't as pert as I knew they could be. I lowered the camera and looked at her.

'What's wrong?' She asked.

'I've just realised your nipples are a little flat.'

Mom looked down at her chest but didn't move her arms. 'They are a bit, rub them with an ice cube, that'll fix them.'

That to me sounded an excellent idea and a few minutes later after I'd possible taken more care than was necessary to get them hard. I had the photo I'd been after. Now I could relax and see if there was another angle we could use.

'That was perfect. But do you fancy having a go at making it a little more, err, sexy?'

'I'm happy to try anything you think might work.'

'Okay, we'll start by opening your legs a little.'

I was kneeling just in front of her at that point. 'A little more, I want to be able to see through here.' I said pointing to the bottom edge of her pubes. 'That's about it, but open them wider I just need to pull a few pubes into line.'

The pubes I was looking at were the ones just at the beginning of her outer labia, but mom didn't seem to mind me reaching between her legs to gently pull them into a symmetrical point. 'That's got it, I don't need to ask if you're enjoying your self.' I said.

'Do they look all right now?' She asked, I could tell she was far from perturbed by my comment.

'Yes, close your legs a little, a touch more, that's it, very sexy. How about you put the mug down and hold the counter with both hands, lean back a little. Push your chest out a touch more, hang on I'll get another ice cube, they've gone to sleep again.' 

When both her nipples were proud and erect I picked up my camera and took another ten or so shots from various distances and angles. 

'I think we've cracked that one. Lets have a coffee before we have a go at the garden shot.' I said.

'From my point of view those last few shots felt extremely sensual, did they look like that to you?' Mom asked

'That was a very sexy pose, if you'd opened your legs any more you'd have lost the casual aspect which was what made it special.'

'You know I'd forgotten how much this sort of thing turns me on, God knows what it must do to you.'

'They always say photographers are above these things, but I have to say, thankfully I've not reached that stage of detachment.

'I bet you'd rather be looking at Amy though you viewfinder with her tight little body.'

'You and I both know that's not the case, now drink your coffee and take your stockings off.'

Mom looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face. She lifted a leg onto the chair next to her and asked me to take them off for her. I knelt between her knees only a few inches from her completely exposed vagina. As I rolled the stockings down her smooth legs I didn't hide that fact that I was looking at her intently. 

'You really do have a very attractive pussy you know.'

'Your dad always says so too, to be honest I don't see what's special about it.' Mom said as she did her best to look at it herself.

'Well for starters it's pleasing to look at, everything is well proportioned and it just looks so inviting.'

'Inviting?'

Unable to resist it any longer I lower my face to her glistening pussy. Almost as soon as my tongue gently touched her clit, mom began to moan and pant.

'Oh god.' She exclaimed. 'If I go to hell for this I'll come back and haunt you.' After less than a minute she came with a deep grunt and a shiver which rippled thorough her entire body. 'Enough. Where on earth did you learn to do that. That was incredible.'

'I was inspired.'

After that we settled back to enjoy our drinks and talk about the garden shot. I had a pretty good idea what I was after, something that looked like a still from a film.

Luckily our back garden is quite spacious and reasonably private. One neighbour could see some of our lawn but they were at work. So we had the luxury of being able to work in private.

I had mom wear a large straw hat which she could use to partially obscure her face. In the kitchen shots she had brazenly chosen to pose in most of the shots with her face completely exposed.

As mom wandered around the lawn I watched the light and shadows which played on her body as she moved. I took about ten shots from alternative view points. In some the light was behind her and in others directly on her front. I felt the side lighting worked best and concentrated on those the most. I had mom walk towards me but walking in the way cat walk models move, crossing her legs over with each step.

We spent an hour in the garden by which time I was sure we had at least several shots which would meet our clients requests. Time to move into the dark room and check our work had not been in vane. I developed the film myself, I only use black and white so the process was quite simple. As long as you paid attention to the temperature of the developer and timed everything accurately it worked flawlessly. True it wasn't an instant process but there was a definite magic attached to the whole procedure which sadly is lacking in the digital world.

An hour later I emerged from the dark room to tell my mom that at least I'd got the exposures correct. I left the negatives to dry while we had a spot of lunch. Mom had slipped a loose dress on, which did nothing to hide her assets.

As soon as we'd eaten I was back in my dark room cutting the dried strips of film into shorter lengths which would allow me to expose contact sheets of all the shots. Half an hour later we were picking over the ten by eight contact sheets which each had forty small images on them. Mom saw several she thought were worth enlarging which wasn't too hard as over all I thought they were pretty good.

A couple of hours later I'd produced almost forty end prints which I would send off to Felix's solicitor. By far the best I thought was one of the last we'd taken in the kitchen. We decided to make a full size blow up of it to keep for our selves.

Mom followed me when I went back. In my dark room there is plenty of room, if I'm on my own, but with two you find you are touching each other constantly. A real hardship!

Once we had the image framed in the enlarger I set the timer to four minutes and was just about to switch it on when mom spoke.

'Before you start it, I still owe you for earlier.'

'Earlier?' I asked, not believing she meant what I thought she did.

'Before you switch on the enlarger drop your pants and I'll return the favour while we wait.' 

Not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth to coin a phrase, I did exactly as she asked and received the most delicious blow job I had every been lucky enough to be given. Barely moments after I came the enlarger light went out, four minutes of absolute heaven. 

As I fed the enlargement with it's latent image into the developer mom was beside me positively licking her lips.

'You have the tastiest sperm did you know.'

'I've got to say you have the sweetest tasting pussy as well. Mother.'

Before our expectant eyes the image materialised and even by the low power red light in the darkroom it looked stunning. 

'Oh Paul how can you make me look that good?'

'I'd struggle to make you look anything but good.'

'Quick get it fixed so I can switch the light on.'

A minute later we were looking at the photo under a normal light and our expectations were easily met, it was nothing short of stunning. 'I think you should assume he'll want a copy of that one and do another, maybe that garden one we both thought was the best too.' Mom suggested.

'Okay it'll only take a few minutes while everything is set up. I think the exposure was just right there so I'll give the next one four minutes as well.'

And so saying I we flicked the light off and took a few seconds to adjust to the red lamp. It only took a moment too slip the paper into the enlarger and then it was ready to be exposed. As soon as I switched the enlarger on mom slipped her arm around my waist and pulled to closer to her.

'Try not to move too much.' I cautioned her, 'If the enlarger moves it'll ruin the print.' 

'Yes boss.' Mom said. 'I liked it when you were getting my nipples hard with the ice cube, if you need to get them hard again and there's no ice around, just give them a quick nibble.'

'We should practice that, unbutton your dress... slowly.'

Mom's breasts were soon exposed to my hungry eyes and like she said her nipples went as hard as bullets as soon as I started to lick and nibble them.

'You're right that's a trick I'll remember next time we need them erect.' I said smiling.

'I hope Felix likes the photos, they're costing him over a grand so he might be more discerning than the two of us.'

'Mom anyone would be happy with the print we enlarged, it's easily as good if not better than any of the ones we did for the exhibition.'


Photo Assignment Ch. 02



'You're right I know, but it's always good to hear you say it. I wonder if he'll like them enough to want to finance another session?'

'Let's hope he does, you could almost say it's easy money, as well as being an amusing way to pass the time. I'm right in thinking you enjoy posing for me aren't I?'

'You bet I do. We'll just have to hope your father never finds out, he'd go up the wall and not come down again.'

I resisted smiling at her comment and told her I agreed with her. Needless to say the second enlargement came out fine. While the one from the garden was being exposed I pulled mom's face to mine and we spent the whole four minutes locked in the deepest French kiss I think I've had before or since. As we kissed my hands roamed over her partially clad body. I groped at her tits, and squeezed her bum both of which made mom purr with pleasure. As the enlarger light went out we separated reluctantly and I slipped the print into the developer, like the first print this one seemed to look okay, we inspected it once it was fixed and decided to do a second for Felix. 

My hands shook visibly from anticipation as I slipped the paper into the holder. My hand on the enlarger light switch I turned to look at my mother who it had to be said was looking just a little dishevelled. 

'I wish I had some film left, you look incredible sexy right now.' I told her as I switched the lamp on.

'I bet I look a mess.' She replied.

'Trust me you look sexy, the just fucked look at it's best.'

'Give me another of your delicious kisses. I'm going to hell so I might as well enjoy myself.'

Never one to refuse a lady we kissed deeply for the next few minutes both happy to just hold each other. When the enlarger lamp went out we again reluctantly separated so that I could wash and then fix the print. Once it had been in the fixing solution for a minute or so we switched the light on.

'Do you know what I'd like to do now?' I asked my mother.

'I can imagine. Paul there's nothing I'd like better than to do it with you, but doing what we do is one thing, full blown sex is another.'

'I know that, but it still doesn't stop me wanting to make love to you.'

'Would it be making love if I was to sit on the edge of the bench and you slipped it in to me?'

'It's a mute point I suppose, when does having sex become making love. But actually I was going to say I'd like to make myself a cup of coffee...'

Mom hit me on my arm as she pulled me into a tight embrace. We held each other both lost in the moment. Maybe she was right, but as I'd said to her it didn't stop me wanting to make love to her. 

'Right I'm going to put some things on and pop into town. If you want I can drop the photos into the post office while I'm out.' Mom said.

'They'll take about fifteen minutes to dry. I'll address an envelope and let Felix know they'll make this evening's collection.'

We shared one last deep kiss during which I again took the opportunity to fondle my virtually naked mother who I have to say wasn't shy in handling my goods either. Exactly how long we could share this level of intimacy with out taking it further was anyone's guess but I didn't expect it to be long.

Felix contacted me later in the week completely over the moon about the photos. He was really pleased with the two I'd enlarged and asked I could do two more from the kitchen session. I'd enclosed the contact sheets along with the end prints so he was able to give me the negative numbers. He also told me he had transferred a eleven hundred pounds into my account. 

Now here's the strange part, dad was giving me a lift to a party on the Saturday evening. I was just about asking him when he wanted me to transfer the money back to his account when he told me he'd not got around to setting up a new email address but possibly it'd not be needed as my mom seemed to have got her sex drive back on her own.

'Too much information dad.' I told him.

As you can imagine I was just a little confused at that point... if dad wasn't Felix it had to mean Felix was actually a real person! It occurred to me a moment later that the money sitting in my account was actually ours to keep....

For a week or so life returned to a resemblance of normality I'd decided that it must just have been a happy coincidence that Felix had contacted me at the same time I was expecting my father to. I enlarged the photos Felix had requested and also a couple more that I liked and had mom post them off to his solicitor. We were both really excited when towards the end of the following week Felix contacted me again,

Paul, if you could arrange it, I'd really like to see some photos of Jane taken near a recognisable landmarks. She wouldn't need to be completely nude but if she could be almost so I think it could look stunning. If time permits maybe a close up of her neatly trimmed pubis as well.

Your's sincerely Felix Walker

Wow, I couldn't help but wonder if mom might balk at the idea of posing while there would be others nearby but what the hec she could only say no. As it happens she was totally on board with the whole idea, she pointed out that it was in keeping with my original concept I'd borrowed from the photos of Frank Wallis. She had no problem with the close up of her pubes either. I let Felix know 'Jane' was happy to give it a go, I told him I'd be in touch when we'd got something for him.

Later that evening mom and I sat together in the garden going over a list of possible, 'recognisable landmarks' We didn't live too far from Birmingham which unfortunately doesn't have that many recognisable landmarks. Mom suggested the Bronze Bull outside the bullring shopping centre. As soon as she mentioned it, I could actually see the finished print. It had lots going for it, not only was it high profile but it was also large enough to act as a screen, mom could stand near it and only be seen by any one to the front of her.

I was working in my room later still when mom came in wearing another of her loose fitting summery dresses.

'What do you think of this one?' she asked.

'For the Bullring?' 

'Yes, there's a long split at the side, so I could pull it to the side like this.' Mom casually pulled the one side of her skirt across to show me her neatly trimmed bush.

All I could say was 'Wow.'

'Also the top can be pulled down to make it easy to flash my boobs.' Again she demonstrated, giving me as she said a flash of her boobs.

'That looks perfect, can you flash your boobs and your bush together?' I asked her and was really pleased when she proved that she could. 'Right practice that a few times while I fire off a few dry shots with my camera. For the next few minutes we did just that, mom would expose herself and I'd fire off four or five shots, all in the space of a second or two. If we repeated that two or three times I'd easily get about thirty shots and we could have moved on before hopefully any one was any the wiser. 

Before mom left I asked her to come close to where I was sitting. I slipped my hand into the split in her dress. She opened her legs enough for me to slip my hand up to her snatch. She was as I expected totally soaked. I found her clitoris with my finger and gently teased it. 

'Open your dress, so I can study your pubes... we can get a shot of them in the morning when dad and Amy have left. Do you think Felix will be asking for a gynaecological type photo soon?' Mom started to shake and gasped. When she'd gathered herself together she patted me on the head and said it was inevitable.

'You can pay me back for that one when ever you get the chance.' I said as she composed herself before leaving my room.

'After you've got the close up of my pubes, it'll give you something to look forward to.' She said as she slipped from of my room.

That, it has to be said was something to look forward to. Unlike last week I didn't have much trouble sleeping but I did wake early and found it frustrating having to wait for Amy and dad to leave. I had breakfast with them all and had to keep myself from smiling each time I looked across at mom who I could see was naked beneath her white silken dressing gown.

Eventually they left us alone in the kitchen, mom was finishing off a round of toast while I sipped my coffee. 

'Where do you want to do it?' mom asked.

'I thought your room might be best there is more room and better light.'

'Fine, I'll just jump in the shower and make sure everything is squeaky clean and Bristol fashion.'

While she was in her shower I set up my tripod and fitted a lens which had a macro focus setting. She came out more or less as I was finishing my preparations. She was naked and had her hair wrapped in a towel.

'Christ there's a photo right there on it's own.' I exclaimed when I saw her.

'Where do you want me?' she asked as if it was an everyday occurrence for me to see her like that.

'See if you can drape your legs off the edge of the bed and then lie back. That's it, now push your hips forward a touch, let me just smooth a few pubes into place. Do you have a small pair of scissors?'

'In my make up case, have I missed one?'

'There are one or two which are a little longer than the rest.'

I spent a few moment manicuring mom's lawn before deciding everything looked neat and symmetrical. Though the view finder things looked perfect, so I took five or six shots cropped in slightly differing ways. 

'How about if you open your legs just a little, sort of hinting at what's hidden.'

'I know what you mean, tell me when they're open enough...'

I watched as mom slowly spread her legs I didn't say anything until they were as wide as they'd go and I was feasting on the erotic display before my eyes.

'That might be too wide.' I said with a grin.

'You don't say. Okay we'll try again, stop me when I've closed them enough.'

When they were all but tight together I had her stop and open them a little more. Nothing was on show but your eye was definitely drawn to hidden depths. I took four or five shots before telling her to relax.

'That last pose was so sexy. But then again so was the wide open beaver pose, but we'll save that for when Felix asks for it I guess.'

'He'll ask make no mistake, I bet you he'll ask for even more.' Mom predicted.

'We'll see... I was having a think about the landmark shot last night and I wonder if we'd not have a wider choice if we went into London for the day.'

'Hey that sounds okay to me too. We could get there early on Sunday and check out half a dozen landmarks before it got too busy.' Mom suggested.

'How many long coats do you have? I mean coats you could wear with nothing underneath.'

'Two or three, do you want to see them?'

'Yes you know what I'm after, something that covers you but could push around your back if need be.'

'My old rain coat would fit the bill.' Mom jumped off the bed and found her coat at the back of her wardrobe then slipped it on. 'How do I look?'

'Like an extra from a Pink Panther movie, but dead sexy especially when I know your naked under it. See how you feel posing in it. Wow, that's perfect. Maybe some hold ups or sexy boots and we'd be good to go.'

'Sexy boots, now let me see, how about these?'

'Perfect, slip them on. I think we have your costume sorted plus if it is a little busy you can just open the coat like you're re-fastening it, hardly anyone will see you.'

'I don't like the sound of Hardly Anyone.'

'Who are you trying to kid mom, you love it.'

'I do don't I. You now what would work for this pose is a top which moulded to my boobs and ended above my navel'

'Do you have a top like that?'

'There's one here somewhere I'm sure, if there isn't I can get one before the shoot. Do you fancy doing it this weekend?'

'Sundays good for me, I'll check the train times. Hey that's is perfect, it covers your boobs but that's about all you can say about it. How about wearing a really short skirt above your sexy boots and no top under your coat. A sort of compliment to the thin top pose.'

'Something like a dark tennis skirt you mean...I'll see if I can find one for Sunday. Lie back on the bed, it's payback time. That is if you're up for it?'

'Oh make no mistake I'm up for it.' I said as I slipped my bottoms off and lay on top of her bed. 

Mom still wearing her spy coat leaned over the bottom of the bed and very seductively took the whole of my erection into her mouth, her hair on my belly felt wonderful almost as good as her tongue teasing the head of my dick. Her tits were brushing my thighs, I could even feel her hardening nipples scrapping across my skin. If those feelings and emotions could be stored in a bottle we could make billions.

After I'd shot my load into mom's mouth we lay on the bed working out a short list of places we could try on Sunday, high on our list was Eros, the statue on Piccadilly circus roundabout as was one with the Palace behind her then there was one while she would be standing on Westminster bridge with Big Ben and the houses of parliament behind her.

I rolled onto my side to study my virtually naked mother. 'Open your legs a little, let me see if the idea of posing in London excites you as much as Birmingham did.' Mom did as I asked. 'About the same I'd say.'

'Who's to say that wasn't from having my son spending half an hour ogling my pubes and pussy?'

'It gets worse, having your son looking at you gets you going!' I was gently teasing her clitoris which almost straight away had her withering and twisting like a landed fish.

'No you looking at me fills me with... oooh... shame and ....ooh...revulsion....it does nothing for meeee. God you're going to make some woman really happy one day.' She said once she'd got her breath back. Right, you develop that roll of film and I'll get on with some house work.'

'Okay, if they don't look right we can always re shoot them... a big hardship but a necessary evil.' 

I collected my camera and headed for my dark room. By lunch time we were looking at a contact sheet of 36 almost identical images of my mom's pubes. We picked six of the best and I printed them off to end print size. Mom picked one of the last as her favourite for ten by eight enlargement. Her opinion was justified as it came out really well and we both felt sure Felix would be happy with it.

Almost as soon as I'd finished my lunch I was back in the darkroom printing of the shot of mom's pubes with her legs open a little. I was very pleased with the result as was mom when I showed it to her.

'Did you do one for us?' she asked.

'Not yet, but I will in a moment.'

'Do you mind if I watch, I never tire of seeing the photo appear while it's in the developer.'

So we both squeezed into my cosy darkroom and sealed the door on the outside world, everything always felt different once we were locked inside. 

Like the enlargements from the week before I set the timer to four minutes. Before I threw the switch I looked across at my mother.

'What are you thinking?' She asked me.

'I'm thinking when I throw this switch I'm going to pull you close and kiss you.'

'Oh you are, are you.' Mom replied with mock severity. 

'I shall slide my hand under your dress to feel your bum too.'

'Anything else Mr. Smooth talker?'

'If your legs open even a little I'll slip a hand between them and rub your pussy.'

'Switch the light on and do your worst, we're already dammed so we might as well enjoy your selves.'

Later I was checking train times but unfortunately there were none that would get us into London much before ten which was a lot later than I'd hoped. I mentioned this to mom who solved the problem by suggesting we go down on Saturday and treat ourselves to a hotel. 

'We could tell your dad we're going to see a play on Saturday evening and an exhibition on Sunday... he's not keen on either so is unlikely to mind if we go on our own.'

'Brilliant.' I told her, 'Which play do you fancy seeing?'

'Well my father took me to see The Mouse Trap years ago and we stayed in a hotel very close to the theatre....'

'Hang on I'll find out where The Mouse Trap is performed....here it is ST. Martins, it's on west street just off Shaftesbury avenue.'

'That's it the West Street hotel, it was a restaurant more than a hotel but it was very comfortable. I'll ring them later and see if they have anything, I'll see about the theatre tickets too.'

Luck was on our side as mom was able to pick up a couple of cancellations at the theatre and booked a suit no less, at the West Street Hotel. It was when mom mentioned that she'd booked the suit that the reality hit me... barring some monumental global catastrophe Saturday night would find us sleeping in the same bed. The chances of us not making love if we did were slim to none existent...what a bummer!



Photo Assignment Ch. 03



I'm sorry it's taken me four years to post this chapter, but the thing is I was worried I may have inadvertently over exposed myself. I was worried that someone reading this could be able to identify my family. I obviously can't go into detail but it recently came to my attention that the main reason for my concern has been resolved. So it's on with the show as they say.

For the rest of the week whenever we could, my mother and I made plans for the coming weekend. We would have most of Saturday afternoon to scout for locations in London and later we planned to spend the evening relaxing. Dinner in the hotel which was more of a restaurant than a hotel which had a good reputation. (I wanted to visit it again recently but sadly it's no longer there.) After the meal we would see the famous Agatha Christie play, Mousetrap, which was staged in the theatre, St Martins almost next door to the hotel,.

One other notable event of the week was also in all respects a biggie. My sister Amy asked if I fancied a drink one evening so we popped out to our local which was only a short walk away. As we made our way there we made small talk in the way people do when they are avoiding the main issue. Sure enough no sooner had we settled our selves on the couch in the corner of the deserted lounge when sis came right out and asked if I had been taking photos of our mother again. 

I looked at her for a moment before telling her that I had. After all dad had asked me not to divulge the arrangement but that had never actually started. I decided to let her know about Felix but not of our father's involvement. 

'So the London trip is primarily a photo taking exercise.' She said.

'More or less though we both want to see the play and there is a photo exhibition I want to see in a gallery off Trafalgar square.'

Now it was sis's turn to look me in the eye. She had a secret too.

'Do you want to know something odd?' she asked. When I nodded she took a deep breath and continued. 'Dad told me how much he liked the photos you'd taken of me.'

'He told you he knew it was you in the photos! Did he know the others were of mom?'

'That's the strange thing he didn't ask which I guess means he already knew it was.'

That it had to be said was a whole new ball game. I thought it only fair I tell her about dads master plan to kick start moms sex drive by having her pose for me. I told her to begin with I'd thought it was dad asking for the various poses and paying the exorbitant fees, that he was Felix. Now that I knew it wasn't I suddenly had quite a lot of spare cash and what looked like more to come. 

'Have you had sex with mom yet? Amy asked with no trace of accusation, anger or recrimination. She asked in the way she'd ask if I was going to go to uni the next day, so to speak.

I answered that as yet I hadn't.

'I'll ask again when you get back from London.' She teased. 'Dad wants to have sex with me, I realised a few days ago.' Was the next bombshell of the evening.

'How do you know?' I asked unable to believe what she'd told me.

'It was after he'd told me he liked the photos you'd taken of me. Our relationship has altered quite a lot since then, we've been a lot closer, a little like you and mom I suppose. One day last week he took me to lunch in that new wine bar and yesterday after you and mom told us you were heading off to London he asked if he could take some photos of me while the two of you were away.'

'Nude?'

'He didn't say but I guess that's what he meant.' Amy replied.

'What do you feel about that?'

'You know at first it seemed a little pervy, I've never been into older guys but the more I thought about it and after seeing how happy you and mom are plus I still remember the big kick I got out of posing for you, I thought what the hell.'

'One messed up family you could say.'

'Don't knock it, how many of our friends are still living with both their parents? And how many of them seem as happy as we four?' she asked.

'Good point... I actually can't think of any of my friends who's parents are still together.'

'Two of my friends live with both their parents, but neither of them are what you'd call happy.'

'So you enjoyed posing for me?'

'You know I did and I'm glad mom is enjoying herself posing for you, do you know who this Felix is?'

'Amy.' I said, 'It could be any one, well anyone with several thousand quid to spend on photos of mom.'

'Maybe he's a secret admirer, an ex boyfriend even.'

'I like to think it's some one anonymous but I guess it'd makes more sense if it was some one who recognised mom in the photos, which in turn means it's some one close to us... who do we know with that kind of money burning a hole in their pocket?'

'I'd have to think about that one... so you don't think it'd bring about the end of civilisation as we know it, me posing for dad and maybe sleeping with him?'

'No more than me sleeping with mom and we're still here and so far the world is still turning. Do you fancy another Bacardi and coke?'

'As you're buying, sure.' That seemed to bring an end to our heavyweight discussion, when I returned with our drinks we settled down to chat about her job and my uni courses, in other words normal stuff.

On Saturday morning dad dropped us outside Birmingham New street station and told us both to have fun and enjoy ourselves. We had three quarters of an hour to spare so I asked mom if she fancied having a look at the then sparkling new bronze bull in the entrance to the Bullring shopping centre which is actually directly above the station. 

'I thought you might say that, let me pop into a loo on the way and I'll loose my skirt and blouse.'

Mom was already wearing her Pink Panther rain coat, as no mention was made of underwear I guessed she must have forgotten to put some on... senility is a terrible thing I thought to myself.

It was a little after nine and still on the quiet side. I moved over to a shop front about sixty feet in front of the bull and focused on mom using a fairly long lens. When I was happy with the focus and exposure I gave mom the nod. As she started to open her coat, I pressed the shutter. The camera was set to continuous so was taking almost three frames a second. Because of the way an slr camera works you can't see through the lens as the shutter is actually open so I could only hope that I'd caught the moment when the coat was completely open and all her wares were on show. 

I loosed the shutter as her coat closed and was fully expecting some one to be shouting at us. But to my amazement no one seemed to have noticed mom flashing me. She too seemed to be a little surprised she'd not managed to raise anyone's eyebrows. 

I mouthed at her to do it a second time and as soon as I had her framed we repeated the exercise a second time, it seemed that she held her coat open for ages but later when I exposed the film we figured she had held the coat open for only a second. Still it was a really great way to start our weekend.

It didn't escape me that my mother hadn't put her clothes back on. As we waited in a café in the station I sat facing the room while she had her back to it which allowed me to take a few photos while people were even standing right behind her. In one she stood up and expose herself completely to me. I couldn't wait to see how it would come out... it was at that point I decided to invest in a digital camera while were we in London. Even if it wouldn't produce pin sharp images I'd at least have the ability to see how the 35mm shots might look.

We settled into a fairly quite carriage and had a relaxing ride arriving at Euston station just before eleven. We spent the first half hour of the journey pawing over a street map of the centre of London. Shortly before getting onto the train mom had slipped a blouse and skirt on. About the best you could say about either piece of clothing was that would stop her from being arrested for indecent exposure. At the time I had no idea a woman couldn't be arrested for that particular crime only for lewd behaviour. 

From Euston we took a tube to Leicester square and walked the two hundred yards or so to the hotel. The suit was something else, all slate, the floor walls and all around the sunken bath. But what caught my eye and imagination was the massive super king size bed. I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto it to try it for size.

'Jesus mom you have got to try this, it's the coolest bed I've ever seen.'

'You know this is the exact same room I stayed in, ooh thirty years ago.' mom said as she wandered around the suit.

'When you were here with granddad?'

'Yes it was a treat for my eighteenth birthday.' 

'Didn't gran go with you?'

'No she was busy with something else that weekend as I recall.'

I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to all that than she was letting on, there was I'm sure a twinkle in her eye as she remembered the occasion. 

'I'm going to have a quick shower.' She announced as she slipped out of her coat blouse and short skirt. I offered up a prayer, that I'd never get used to seeing her strip like that. 

I lay back on the bed and like Bobby Goldsboro, I wondered what the coming night would bring. But I was getting ahead of myself because when mom emerged from the bathroom, still drying herself with a large white towel, she announced that she was feeling incredibly sexy and wanted me to fuck her. Well she didn't actually say that, what she said was along the lines of, while we're in London she wanted me to think of her as Jane my model. 

'Okay Jane.' I started, 'You and I both know we're going to have sex while we're in London. I don't know about you but the when where aspect is starting to distract me.

'I know what you mean. I don't usually sleep with photographers but being naked around you really gets my juices flowing, to be honest you could fuck me now if you wanted too.'

'I don't make a habit of sleeping with my models either but for you darling I'll make an exception.' 

So right then and there the deed was done, I could tell you that we made love with great passion for hours but the truth is, after a some kissing I slipped into her and to coin a phrase we fucked like a couple possessed which I'm sure you realise is seldom followed by the words 'for hours', well not in the real world at least.

Less than ten minutes later if either of us smoked we would have been sat up in bed puffing away like a couple of chimneys. Hot fast sex, the sort that takes longer to recover from than to actually do it... pure magic.

Once we had recovered, we slipped some clothes on and hit the streets of London's west end. We headed for Trafalgar square first which was only half a mile to the south, we soon picked out a couple of good photo opportunities, apart from Nelson's column with the four massive lions there was the national gallery, mom could stand between the columns at the entrance and bare her all. At that time the square used to be full of feral pigeons, maybe we could get a shot of her feeding them Mary Poppin's style except I can't remember her feeding them with her coat open and her boobs and or pubes on show.

From there we went through Marble arch along the Mall to Buckingham Palace, there is a monument to Queen Victoria facing the Palace which again was a possibility. From there we walked across Hyde park to look at the bridge over the Serpentine and the dome of the Royal Albert Hall. After that we went through Admiralty Arch which led us to Edgware road which is littered with camera and electronic shops. We popped into a couple to look at digital cameras but as I thought they were more than I felt like spending. Maybe after Felix has paid for this set of prints though...

Our feet were starting to ache by then so we took a tube to St. Pauls to see if that had possibilities we wondered if we might be pushing our luck a bit so we discounted that particular site. We crossed the Thames at Blackfriars bridge to have a quick look in the Tate Modern art gallery. After we walked along the south bank towards the London Eye. The Eye which is a very large Ferris wheel and definitely was one to use, maybe with big Ben in the background. 

From the Eye we crossed Hungerford bridge which brought us back to Trafalgar square. By then we were dead on our feet so we slipped into the national gallery for a coffee and a rest. Walking back to the hotel a little later we passed a couple of small galleries and saw some excellent photo exhibitions, several gave us ideas for our alfresco project. 

By the time we got back to the hotel is was just after five. Although we were both exhausted we still found the energy to have sex. This time we took our time, we stripped each other, which I have to say didn't take long as each of us was only wearing three or fours articles of clothing anyway. Jane it seemed had no time for underwear. We kissed deeply as we ran our hands over each others bodies I pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs to kiss and nuzzle her most tender of places.

When mom, sorry Jane begged me for a third time to fuck her I felt it only fair to do as she asked. We moved together like we had all the time in the world rocking as gently as we could. We started in the good old missionary position before trying it doggie style for a bit. At the finish we were both spooning on our sides with our legs entwined in a way which brought my dick into line perfectly with her vagina. Always the most relaxing way to fuck I often think.

Later we dined in the hotel, a meal that although not filling was extremely tasty. The play, the famous Mouse Trap, was exceptional as well, but I'm not at liberty to say more. At half ten we were in the hotel lounge drawing up a short list of locations for the morning. We'd asked for a wake up call at half six as we wanted to get a few shots in Trafalgar Square before breakfast, we figured there was a chance it might still be quiet at that hour. 

We continued our discussion on the way to our room, as we bathed together in the luxurious sunken bath and as we lay beneath the satin sheets. Before slipping into the arms of Morpheus we made love one last time. There are some advantages to being twenty one after all!