Bunny posed her in different moods to see what worked. She took a few shots of her looking sad, shy, dominant, and it wasn’t until she made mom laugh, that things seemed to click for Bunny. She told her silly jokes like the one about the young polar bear at the North Pole that keeps asking his parents if he’s a polar bear. When they want to know why he keeps asking, he says, “Because I’m fucking freezing.” Mom laughed and had big grins on her face and Bunny kept shooting as she kept talking. When it was over, mom had a great time, and I had a hard-on.
Mom went into the dressing room and Bunny said to me, “Hey Matt, your girlfriend’s got a great ass, and as I’m sure you know, definitely fuckable. If you ever give her up, tell her to give me a call.” As we were leaving, I thought how when someone says something like that it can make you aware of something you know, but don’t think about. I had never fixated on mom’s ass, but I realized from her poses, she had an amazing well shaped butt. I knew it would find its way into a fantasy soon enough.
When we were in the car on the way home, I said, “Do you know what Bunny said to me?”
She said, “What,” warily.
I said, “She said you had a great ass and were definitely fuckable.”
She raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth and then laughed. I said seriously, “You do, and you are, mom.”
She shook her head, smiled and said, “Boy you are naughty aren’t you?” Naughty was much too mild for what I was picturing.
And talking about picturing, the next week, Bunny told me that they came out great, and she had sent a set to mom. Mom didn’t offer to show them to me, but when I went over one night, I asked if I could see them. She reluctantly said okay. I said, “I’ll bet I know where they are.”
She said, “Where?”
I said, “In your underwear drawer.” She laughed out loud and said, “How did you know?”
I said, “Mom, come on, you’re so organized, that would be the best place to hide them and file them at the same time.” Really I had taken a guess, but she got a big kick out of it.
When I saw them, she looked more like a model than a mom. I said, “Now tell me, do you look hot or not?”
She said, “Oh Bunny just made me look good.” She looked better than good to me. Bunny had definitely captured the sweet vulnerability in mom’s smile, and she definitely looked fuckable. I asked mom for a couple of the pictures and she said, “Okay, but if you show them to anybody, I’ll kill you.”
We talked for a bit and I was jazzed from looking at the photos and then I got kind of quiet when I thought I’d probably never see her taking things like that off for me. She said “What are you thinking about Mattie?”
I said, “When you were in school mom, did you ever have trouble going out with guys you liked?”
She thought for a minute and said, “I guess, not really.”
I said, “It’s different for a guy who likes someone he can’t have.”
She said, “But I know what it’s like to not have the person you’re looking for, the right person…I haven’t been with a right person since your father died.”