She said, “You my boy, are nuts.” She laughed. “Pose for whom? Do I look like an eighteen year old Playboy Bunny?”
I said, “Mom I’m not kidding and I’m not nuts, but there is a Bunny involved. It’s for an internet site of MILF’s.”
She said, “What’s that?”
I said, “It doesn’t matter, just listen. This is not hardcore or anything like that. It’s more of a glamour thing. I know this woman Bunny who’s a photographer for different internet magazines. One of them shows mature women in lingerie, stockings, corsets, stuff like that. I showed her a couple of pictures of you from the beach and she like them.”
Mom said, “You showed her pictures? How do you know her?”
I didn’t know if I should mention Roy but I figured it was best to be straight with her so I said, “I know her from Roy, and she’s okay, a really nice person. Anyway, she said she’d take some pictures of you at her studio, and if she likes the way they come out, in a few months you could make enough to pay off everything you owe. And nothing goes on until you sign a release, so you can say no at any time.”
Mom looked at me like I was crazy. “You think I’m going to pose nude and have it shown on some porn site?”
“Mom, I said it was just tease, not nude. And if it doesn’t work out, or you decide not to do it after you meet Bunny, it’s all off.” It took me a while to convince her that she was good looking enough, and that she could do it, but the fact that she could be ahead of the money game for once finally turned the tide. I made an appointment for her.
I told mom that Bunny had outfits, or she could bring her own and she said, “I guess I’ll pick something up.”
When I asked if she wanted me to go with her, she said, “No silly.”
I said, “I’d love to see in those outfits.”
When she answered, “You’ll see it when we go over there,” my heart thumped because I didn’t think she was going to let me watch her as she posed.
As we drove there, I said, “Mom, I didn’t tell Bunny that I was your son, I just said you were a woman I know.”
I wasn’t sure how that would sit with her, but she said, “That’s fine.”
Bunny was her usual sweet, outrageous self when we arrived. We all had some wine and talked. Then she showed mom to the dressing room where she could change. When mom came out I was stoked. She had on black strappy heels and thigh high stockings that were vertically striped with alternate thin bands of black and grey sheer nylon. She had a black short slip on that ended above her stocking tops.
Bunny sized her up and said “Not bad, I love the shoes and stockings, but I’m not sure about that top. Wait a minute.” She went into another room and came back with a black and white teddy. She said, “Try this Camilla, I think it’ll work for you.”
Mom went back into the dressing room and said, “I don’t know Bunny, this may be too tight…and too much for me.”
Bunny said, “Oh come on, let us just see it.”
Mom came out and it was off the hook. The soft top of the teddy held mom’s tits and made them look heavy. The material was tight enough so I could make out the outline of her big nipples. “Bunny said, “Oh, much better, now you look like a piece of ass.” Mom laughed.