“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.