But, something about that hair-band just made everything click, and it was as if I was looking at my Mother in 1988. She looked so young, so pure and pretty. So full of optimism and hope. And, simultaneously, I saw my Mother as she is now. So smart and fun. Still optimistic, hopeful – but more tempered by life’s experience.
“My God Mom. You are so beautiful. I wish I could… take a picture of you.”
“Thank you Sweety. I think your phone’s on the dresser – if you want to snap a few pics.” Wow – I couldn’t believe Mom didn’t mind me taking photos. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. So, I grabbed my phone and got the camera ready. At first, Mom struck a goofy thumbs-up pose. Then she sat on the edge of the bed – legs extended… looking up at me thoughtfully. I snapped a few shots of her. Then she moved back on the bed a bit, bringing one thigh up to rest on the edge and exposing most of her inner thighs. She bit her lip and looked directly into the camera. And I continued to snap away, thrilled with the direction this was heading. “Okay Ansel Adams – photo-shoot is over. Oh, and hey listen – those photos you just took are private. No social media – no showing friends… Got it? For your eyes only. And my eyes too – I want to see them! ” Mom laughed.
“Here, sit down, I’ll show you.” Mom sat next to me, our bodies resting comfortably against one another. We scrolled through the handful of photos on my phone, and when we were done, Mom said, “Those are fun – thanks for taking them. Maybe we can do more sometime.”
“I would love to, Mom… In fact if you don’t mind, there’s just a couple more I’d love to take now.”
“Now? Like what kind of photos? Oh wait… I bet I know what you want.” She paused in thought for a moment. “I am only doing this because you were such a big help today… and I’m very appreciative.”
Mom leaned back away from me on the bed, spreading her legs, and lifting her hemline to present a full-on view of her crotch and her pink lace thong.
“Is this what you wanted to photograph, Honey?”
“You know me too well. Thanks Mom!” I stood up and began taking more shots – varying my distance and my angles. Mom looked into the camera, her tongue gliding across her upper lip. She was even fine with me taking a few closeups of her damp thong-clad crotch. I knew these photos would provide me with hours of masturbatory stimulation. I wanted to ask her to show more – but wasn’t sure how to, when Mom said, “Let’s put the camera away for now, Baby.”
“Sure Mom.” I laid my phone on her nightstand, and sat back down next to her. She, however, made no attempt to close her legs or cover herself.
“So do you like seeing me in my school uniform, Honey.”
“I love it Mom.”
“I’m not sure the priests would be too thrilled with my choice of underwear though.” She allowed her right thigh to rest lazily on my lap.
“Well,” I replied sardonically, “I bet more than a few of the nuns would be thrilled to see you like this.”
Mom laughed, “You don’t know how right you are about that!” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “What about you though, my Son? What am I gonna do with my naughty boy who wants to see his Mother this way?” Her thigh pressed lightly against my erection.
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