“You’re sweet,” she said. “Now you should send that to your friends—send it to Amy and tell her you hooked up with some other chick tonight.”
“Mom, that’s—that’s an awesome idea,” he said.
“That is, if you didn’t get my face in the shot. I assumed you weren’t zooming in on my face,” she joked. “Typical male.”
“I think I did. Hey—yeah. That’d be awesome. I’ll send it out as a joke—make them all think I scored with some hot girl.” Landon lifted the camera again.
“You want me to flash you again?” His mother smiled. “If I weren’t your mother, I’d think you were just trying to get me out of my clothes.”
“I just want to send them one—as a joke. With me in it,” Landon said, lowering himself onto the couch cushion beside her.
“Oh, I don’t know,” his mother told him. “Besides, they’ll see it’s me.”
“It will just be from the neck down.” Landon felt his erection throbbing the nearer he got to his mother. Closer up, he noticed the smile lines and wrinkles on her tanned face, but they somehow only made her sexier.
“Landon…” she said, hesitantly. “Don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand?”
“Just one more shot.” He placed his left hand in the air, angling the camera. “Please. I just want to hear what they have to say when they get it.”
“Okay. But then this prom night should really wrap up.”
“Yes, Mom.” He looked into her brown eyes. “Ready?” She nodded and lowered her hands to her stomach, grasping the bottom of her shirt with both hands.
“Moms gone wild!” she called out. “Whooo!” She lifted her shirt. “Get in here, son.” Landon looked into the camera, trying to position his head in front of but not concealing his Mother’s wonderful bust.
“Tilt your shoulders a little toward me, Mom.” She obeyed her son’s instructions. He pressed the side of his face against her left breast and snapped a photo as she continued to hold the shirt up over her large round bosoms.
“There you go,” she said, letting the shirt drop.
“Hold on,” Landon said. “One more.” He looked at the camera screen. “It was a little blurry.” Without another word, his mother hiked her shirt up above her tits yet again. Here goes nothing, Landon thought. He held the camera at a similar angle, yet this time, it wasn’t his cheek that he placed against the soft flesh of his mother’s breast. Instead, Landon tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth, wrapping it around her puffy left nipple.
“Landon,” she said in a tone that he couldn’t read. He positioned the camera phone, extending his mouth a bit to envelop more of the soft motherly protrusion. He applied a hint of suction to his own mother’s breast and then snapped a photo. “Landon, honey.”
“One more.” He begin licking the underside of her huge left bosom, slowly yet firmly, working his way up toward the nipple again. He absentmindedly shifted the camera and pressed a button or two, but didn’t think he’d taken another image.
“Landon,” his mother uttered as he continued exploring the breast with his mouth. “Landon, this is—”
“Angela?” Landon heard his father say. Landon quickly released his mother’s exquisite nipple and pulled away while she let her shirt fall back into place. His father, a short, solid man with salt and pepper, closely cropped hair, stood at the entranceway to the kitchen looking in. From his angle, it was possible that he’d just seen what Landon had been doing.