Exploring the World of Photography in Part 2
A while back, when I was using a different username here, I mentioned how Sally and I would check in with our mother regularly, while not maintaining contact with our father. One day, our father placed a box of Sally's stuff on our doorstep with a note that read, "The last of your crap." Sally looked through the contents of the box and found that most stuff inside was things she didn't care about; the majority of it probably got tossed into the trash. She never revealed what was in the box.
Aside from that, I've been indulging in photography as a hobby, primarily taking photos for Sally's friends or their affiliates. One of these individuals was Carol, who was a good friend of Collette. Carol messaged me wondering if I would be intrigued by the idea of shooting an intimate photo session of her and her partner. She gave off the vibe that it was going to be highly steamy.
Sally and I were chatting in our house when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was a delivery or someone asking for help, I answered the door, only to find a beautiful woman standing there. She inquired about her being Rick, the photographer, and I allowed her entrance into our home. Carol wanted to know if I'd be interested in taking sensual photos of her and her partner engaging in intimate acts.
I inquired about the degree of intimacy, curious where her request would lead. "Well, very," Carol answered. I guessed that their partner was, in this instance, female. She disclosed that her partner was on board with the concept.
"Do you mind if I meet you both before we proceed?" I asked Carol. "Of course, we can have them visit tomorrow night if that works for you," Carol proposed. "Tomorrow night it is," I confirmed. Once Carol had exited, I leaned back against my wall, breathing heavily.
As if reading my mind, Sally quipped, "What's wrong, Rick?" Concerned, she inspected my face. "Nothing, really. I'm just wondering if I've made the right choice. I mean, these two women are planning an erotic photoshoot, and I'm supposed to take the pictures."
Sally chuckled, relaxing me. "You'll have a good time, and it seems like they aren't fazed by being watched. It'll be fun to witness it."
Hoping for a pleasurable night, Carol and "Julia" (a stunning woman) arrived the next evening. We discussed the arrangements for the session and I expressed that Sally would accompany me and assist. The couple didn't seem alarmed by this. We consented for them to sign a consent form, and I would hand over all the images. Scheduled for that weekend, they saw my studio and suggested we utilize the sofa rather than the bed, which I agreed to as well.
When Carol and Julia arrived, we prepared for the important moment. From the beginning, the girls shared amorous kisses before I casually snapped away. As time went on, I randomly snapped the moments they desired.
Sally was present throughout the shoot, eying the two lovelies with a blush. Their lithe figures, unblemished by chest hair, and smooth, bare vaginas left me dumbfounded. Sally was fervidly excited when the shoot was over.
We checked the pictures and they were delighted. In accordance with our agreement, I transferred the pictures to a USB drive and erased them from my laptop and camera. Carol gave me a satisfactory compensation plus an additional hundred dollars for a job well done. Sally exited alongside Carol, wearing a radiant blush.
"Holy crap, that was hot!" Sally cheered, a lingering blush on her cheeks. "My cock has never been so aroused. I don't think I could experience this every day." I grinned at Sally.
After putting everything away, I ventured downstairs. Both of us were craving a cold beer, so I got one for myself and Sally helped herself to one, too. We spent the night sharing moments of great intimacy. Sally performed a fantastic blowjob, leaving me craving for more.
Speaking of more, I was about to give Sally a night full of passion, a night she wouldn't forget. The bedroom became our playground, with a purple passion that enveloped us both. Our excitement showed in every moan and whisper. While I drove her wild, I could feel her trying to encourage me with her encouraging sounds and her loud squeal when she experienced my climax. We both collapsed, exhausted, and she cuddled and fell asleep, clearly satisfied.
Things started getting back to normal after that night. We had our weekdays occupied with work and our evenings filled with lovemaking sessions. One day, when I got home, I noticed there was mail for me. It was a letter asking me to photograph Denise's wedding, which made me chuckle. With much regret, I informed her that I wouldn't be available due to a supposed holiday.
Sally thought the cheeky woman in question had a nerve for what she'd done to me. We’d just finished working on a family portrait shoot on Saturday, where the parents made their selection. They asked Sally to leave, and as she returned upstairs, I heard footsteps accompanying her.
"Mum's here, Rick." Sally reported.
"Hi Mum, just give me a minute to pack this gear away. I'll be with you." I was glad my mother had left the negativity and ancient fatigue behind. She looked radiant and fantastic, which was a stark difference from the situation before she left Dad.
Mum sensed our lifestyle and asked if I had any samples of my work, so Sally got me my album. As they looked through the album, my mom exclaimed, "Sally Lester! Look at you in all your glory!" Sally wasn't bothered at all, but I was squirming, red-faced.
Mom noticed another page. "Well hello Mister," she joked, seeing a photo of me exposed. "You must have had a hard day at the office," she laughed. I stayed quiet, silently hoping the page would be turned. They went through a few more pages, and Sally started explaining the stories behind the pictures.
Mum noticed another page. "No thanks," she said, closing the album with a smile. It was an adult-themed session between Sally and a friend, and she had apparently changed so much already.
Mum asked if we both were free that weekend for dinner at her place. I told her I was; Sally was going to a wedding.
"Are you not going with her?" My mother dearest inquired.
"No, I can't stand the groom, and I don't really like the bride that much either."
"Oh, okay. We can arrange that for some other time when you're both around," Mum said, putting her cup in the sink and preparing to leave.
"Have a good time, and behave yourselves!" she added, smiling warmly before giving us a goodbye hug.
The days passed by quickly. Friday night was filled with tender lovemaking. Sally promised me more when she returned. She left for her friend's wedding on Saturday. We enjoyed a weekend without her, spending time with ourselves and preparing for Sunday.
"Hey, if your plans change and you need a ride home, just give me a call." I said goodbye to Sally and watched as she walked away with another friend. I knew this friend, Chelsea. Sally and Chelsea had been pals for years. I did some grocery shopping, but my memory was blank when it came to the brands Sally had chosen. When I reached home, my mom was waiting for me.
I brought the groceries in while my mom brewed us some coffee.
"What have you come for, Mom?" I asked.
"I'm not always allowed to visit my son?" My mom stood with her hands on her waist.
"Of course you can. I was just surprised. I didn't expect you."
"I phoned to check if you were available for a job. One of the ladies I work with needs a family portrait. She wants a shot of her, her husband, both daughters, their partners, and their kids. Are you interested?"
"Yep. When are they planning this?"
"I'll find out and let you know. Are you sure you can fit all these people in your room upstairs? There'll be ten of them in total."
"I think I can, but let's double-check." Mom followed me upstairs. We calculated that if the older ones stood up, we could fit them all in. My mom nodded.
"What about the walls? What if they want a specific background?"
"No worries, Mom. I have a few colorful sheets I can hang to change the backdrop."
Mom smiled and sat on the couch. She folded her hands together and gazed around the room. I could tell she wanted to ask something, so I saved her the trouble.
"What's on your mind, Mom?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about things."
"Like what?" I prodded.
"You and Sally, for instance. I was aware of how she felt about you, way back when. I never imagined you two together like you are." She chuckled a bit to herself. "Funny, really. I had feelings for my brother Brian back then. Nothing ever happened, though."
"What do you mean, you sort of liked your brother?" I was confused.
"Growing up, your uncle Brian was always there for me. Since my dad was sick, Brian became almost like a father figure to me. He was dating someone when I first started to see him differently, around the age of 15. I thought he returned my feelings, but he didn't. He treated me well but that was it."
"So nothing serious happened between you two."
"Nope." She shook her head. "He was always kind to me, though."
I smiled at my mom. "So your crush on Brian probably helped you understand Sally's feelings about me. I never picked up on Sally's feelings myself."
"It took me a while to figure it out. Just promise me you'll take care of Sally and won't hurt her."
"Of course I'll take care of her." I replied. Mom sighed and relaxed on the couch.
"Pose as though you're naked for a pro portraiture. I'm grabbing my camera." I laughed.
"No way, Mom. I'm in old clothes and no makeup."
"Okay, I'll go change and apply some makeup." She left the room and shut the door.
When she came back, she was the same but she had done her makeup. She wore a dark blue bodycon dress and black patent heels. I hadn't seen her wear this dress in a while, it had been from her and my dad's company Christmas party years ago.
"How do I look?" She asked, striking a pose.
"You look fantastic, Mom." She beamed. I sat down and Mom sat on the couch.
"Let's take some natural-looking shots first. Just sit there and relax, or at least look relaxed." Mom grinned and turned her head, as if looking at someone. I took multiple photos. Mom shifted and sat with her legs crossed. She seemed to be wearing tights.
"Mom, you're showing off your stocking tops." I tried to look away.
"An old woman deserves to feel sexy, Rick."
"You're not really old, Mom."
"Thanks," she replied, smiling. Then she moved her leg, showing more than before. [Paraphrased]
"What's going on, Mom?" "I just came by surprise to see you," replied my mother.
"But of course you're welcome to come anytime."
"I need your help with something. I need a family portrait and wondered if you'd consider doing it."
"I would be glad to, when do they want it?"
"I'll find out and give you a ring."
"Can they all fit in the upstairs room?"
"We should be able to, they're ten in total."
Mom and I went up to loo.k. "Have you thought about the backdrop?"
"I have colored sheets to make a change."
"I have your camera ready. Let's have some natural-looking shots." Mom sat down. "What you're doing, Rick, look effortless." She smiled and tilted her head. I snapped a few photos. She reposed, crossing her legs. It seemed she was wearing stockings.
"Mom, your stockings are on exhibit." I tried not to stare.
"An old woman should feel sexy too, Rick."
"You're not too old, Mom."
I kept taking pictures, noticing Mum was wearing stockings. I shifted to capture a different angle. After a few more clicks, Mum stood up.
"I'll change before we take any more pictures." Mum left the room and I heard the spare room door shut. I began to wonder what she'd wear next.
When the door opened, Mum returned wearing a short black skirt and a cream-colored blouse — I'd never seen her in those items. At 48, she looked incredible. The skirt displayed her slender, curved legs, and the blouse fitted snugly, showcasing her breasts.
"Can I try a few poses, and you just take shots when I'm ready?" Mum asked.
"Of course, no problem at all, Mum." I got prepared as Mum moved around, observing her. In one pose, she stood behind the sofa and placed her hands on the back, leaning forward. I snapped pictures with this setup, then in the following one, Mum had undone blouse buttons, exposing her cleavage. As I continued to click away, I pondered the raunchiness of the shoot; this wasn't typical of Mum.
Mum posed at the end of the sofa, removing her shoes and placing a leg on the armrest. Her skirt lifted, revealing her stockings and thighs. I struggled to keep the camera steady, so I set it on a tripod.
Mum removed her blouse and lay on the sofa. "You okay, Rick?"
"Yes." I nodded in response, but I wasn't really okay; I was becoming aroused.
Mum slid her skirt off and lay on the sofa, combining a sheer white lace bra and panties with the stockings. Grasping the back of the sofa, she leaned over, showing off her backside. "Try taking one from the end of the sofa, just make sure my butt looks good in it." Mum instructed. I moved closer and took her picture; she switched to facing me, suggesting I keep taking shots.
I glanced at Mum's small patches of pubic hair, then noticed her legs spread apart. I took two final photos — one of Mum in just her stockings and another of her lying back, staring at me.
As I placed the camera down, my cock was painfully hard. I assumed she'd get dressed, but instead, Mum walked toward me and embraced me. "Thanks, Rick. It's been a long time since I've felt this good." Mum kissed me. Surprised, I looked into her eyes and saw her pleading.
"I want you to do this, but I feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend, Sally." I expressed my concern.
"Sally knows Rick. She's fine with it. She told me she was alright with you and me."
I sat silently, contemplating the situation. If it was okay with Sally, I'd take it as permission. Mum seemed relieved and suggested we continue. I stripped, waiting for her instructions. When Mom returned and lay on the sofa, her legs spread wide, she requested that I perform oral sex.
I dutifully complied, licking her clit. Mum was wet within moments and began yelling and squealing; she was having an orgasm. I stopped, turned around, and joined her on the sofa. Her lips pressed into mine as she whispered, "Thank you. Thank you, Rick."
Mum shifted to face me with her legs open, allowing me to see her vagina. My tongue slid down her slit, and I began to eat her out, sensing her building pleasure.
"Rick! Rick! Rick!" Mum cried as she climaxed. I sat, admiring my work, and then moved over, positioning myself to penetrate her. I found myself inside her, prompting her to buck her hips. The squelching sounds were audible as I fucked her violently.
Mum then instructed me to sit on the sofa. She climbed on top, bouncing up and down on my cock. As we transitioned, she started grabbing my head, forcing my mouth onto her tits. Switching positions, she moved her hips forward, squeezing my head as she reached orgasm. I shot my load inside her, feeling her cum dripping on my balls. Gathering herself, Mum kissed me passionately. "Your sister is one lucky girl." She panted after we broke the kiss.
I witnessed my mom collecting her wardrobe items. "Some towels are stored in the cupboard if you wish to freshen up with a shower, Mom." With a nod, she stepped out of the room. Shortly afterward, I heard the shower running, as I needed a cleansing myself. Surprised, Mom jumped back as I peeled aside the curtain and joined her in the spraying water. We both stood there with her soaping a washcloth. Mom gently scrubbed my torso while her other hand found my engorging penis.
"The advantages of youth," she murmured, as she glided her hand over my hardness. "Fuck me, Rick." She twisted to where her back faced me, using the wall for assistance. I clasped her waist as my member delved inside her moist pussy. She swung her rear backwards, providing more depth for me to penetrate her. With each thrust, I could feel her tremble as she reached climax. Speculatively, she eyeballed me as she breathed heavily.
We rinsed the soapy suds and gathered our attire. Mum prepared a coffee for me downstairs. "Please make sure that these images remain hidden from everyone other than you," she asked.
"You have my word." I replied, "I will digitize the images, print them, and organize them into an album."
Mum carried her belongings out. I headed upstairs to straighten up. I transferred the images to my laptop, pondering over them later. Remembering Mum's panties on the floor, she messaged me, "Left them as a gift for you". I interjected with a smiley face and a kiss symbol. Picking up the undergarments, I placed them in a drawer with my boxers.
Having prepared dinner, I sat and browsed the pictures I had taken of Mum. Believing she wouldn't struggle to find a new companion now that she and Dad were separated, my penis grew erect. I turned off the computer and went to bed, rendered sleepless by the unfulfilled desire. In search of relief, I masturbated. This development led to a subsequent shower, smothering my bed in sperm.
I awoke late on Sunday morning. Ordinarily, I wake by 8 a.m., this moment though, I experienced arousal as I awoke at approximately 10 a.m. Warmed by the water, I cleaned myself and put on some sustenance for breakfast. I wanted to be awake and alert when Sally returned home.
A car door slammed, and minutes later, Sally barged through the front door. Racing toward me, she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Wow! If coming home to this is how it's going to be, I'll need to go away again," I chuckled.
"I've missed you intensely. The prospect of climbing under covers without you by my side was pitiful," she sighed.
"Apart from that, did you possess a welcoming time?"
"Certainly, it was delightful. My sister-in-law wore a gorgeous gown. You are spot on about the guy my sister wedded, he's such an annoyance!"
"Why, what happened?" I inquired.
"He didn't do anything horrific. It's just that he gives off an irritating aura, and his brother is the same, I suppose genetics play a role," Sally shared.
I smirked at her. "So, tell me about your night at home," I encouraged.
"Usually, I'm up before eight, but I guess my slow awakening today disproves that. What about your time at home on your own?"
Grinning, "Mom visited me," I replied.
Staring at me, "And what else? Was that all you discussed?"
"Somewhat. She called by. We had a chat regarding a shoot of hers. She went to get more glamourous clothes and makeup. I took some pictures of her. Notice anything notable?" I rotated my laptop towards Sally.
Her focus accepted the screen, ultimately responding with an admiring smile. "Mom has a splendid body. It was solely taking pictures of her, right?"
"No, much more than that occurred," I admitted.
"Did you engage in intercourse with her?"
"Yes. I expressed to her that I felt guilty for being unfaithful to you. However, she revealed she had approval."
"I was aware. I informed her that you could do her, solely a one-time event." Sally reverted to analyzing the slides, "Isn't it evident why, I would,too, with Mom!"
"Absolutely." The event lingered in my thoughts, igniting the need for physical release. The subsequent bath I took submerged me in my ejaculation.
My day was lethargic as I arose late. Sally came home, embracing me hurriedly before hustling across the room to view the computer and encounter the images.
Sally regarded the display, noting the images, "Your mother has a stunning figure. That's all you did? Snapped pictures of Mum?"
"Granted, exclusively taking photographs was all," I shared.
"Mom had sex with you?"
"Yup. I admitted that I felt guilty for wronging my relationship with you, but she reassured me it was acceptable."
She remained fixated on the laptop's pics. "You seem to enjoy her. That includes her, right?" I remarked.
"Indeed. It's obvious," Sally confirmed.
I moved the screen away from sight.
"So, any further details you want to disclose?"
"What more can I reveal? Mom overall visited, we conversed about a photoshoot for someone she knew, got a bit naughty, and I photographed her."
"No specifics?"
"Out of respect, I shall not be explicit," I reassured.
"Hey Sally, do you think you're secretly attracted to girls?" Rick asked curiously.
"More like curious about being with a woman," she replied casually. "I've often wondered what it would feel like."
"If you end up with Mum, I'm not taking any pictures of that. It was already awkward enough taking photos for Carol and Julia. No way can I watch you two together."
"It'll never happen. You've heard what she said when we told her about the two of us, she doesn't like it." Rick added. "By the way, are you getting these pictures developed?"
"Yep, I promised to put them in an album for her," Sally responded. "It's going to be risky getting them printed out though. If we're going to take more photos like this, I'll need to invest in a good printer at home."
Sally inquired, "How much would that cost?"
"I have no clue, I haven't started shopping around for one yet," Rick answered casually. Then Sally closed the computer.
That night, Sally gave Rick an intense blowjob and then returned the favor by eating him out. He teased her by saying he had given the same pleasure to Mum. Sally had a powerful orgasm and covered his face with cum.
They enjoyed sex in a few different positions. Sally was ecstatic when she climaxed once more in cowgirl style. They cuddled, and Sally whispered, "I love you," before falling asleep.
During the following weekend, Rick bought a high-quality printer for photos. After setting it up at home and printing out pictures of Mum, Sally cut them out and placed them in an album. They planned to present it to Mum next time they met.
Rick secured a better job and more opportunities for photographic work, affording him the money to purchase this printer. He returned home one day to find Mum and Sally chatting.
"Mum has some news for us," Sally announced cheerfully. "She got her divorce finalized. Guess what we're celebrating?"
"Uh, your divorce?" Rick asked, worried it might've cheated him out of a genuine celebration.
"Exactly. You know what I'm going to ask?" Mum said mysteriously.
"What? To have photos taken?"
"No, I'm asking you to take pictures of the three of us together," Mum revealed.
"Okay, we'll do it this weekend. I'll have more time to set up everything then," Rick agreed, relieved it wasn't something else.
Mum came over the following weekend for the photo shoot. She wore a stunning white top and a dark blue skirt ending above her knees. Rick dressed in black trousers and a shirt, sans tie. Sally opted for a stunning red cocktail dress.
Rick controlled the camera remotely, taking several pictures. One of Mum sitting between him and Sally, another of him between Sally and Mum, and his favourite - all three of them standing up with Rick in the middle, with an arm around both women. Mum hugged him, thanking him.
As they were about to leave, Sally and Mum embraced in a tight hug. Rick got ready to capture a photo. Right before he could, Sally rested her forehead on Mum's, and they shared a look. That picture hangs proudly on their lounge wall. Sally adores it, while Rick cherishes the bond between the girls he loves.
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