Incest/Taboo Mother, Son, and Girlfriend

As a teenager, I enjoyed the good life: My family was well-to-do, and I got whatever I wanted, from the latest phone to the newest video game, from the most expensive face cream to an outrageous hair color. God blessed me with pretty face and enviable body, and boys went gaga over me. Of course, all that got into my head, and I became spoiled and even snobbish. In my senior year in high school, I had a bunch of male admirers but only a single girlfriend, and even she befriended me with the hope I'd help her find a boyfriend.

At 19, I began my college years. Like before, I had many male suitors. I chose to date the quarterback of the football team, Mark. He was 6'2", 187 pounds, handsome, athletic, and... naughty. Exactly the type I liked. Together we went to movies, parties, and bars. On several weekends, we even found time to take short trips in the Midwest.

Our initial date was in a bar downtown. We both drank too much and went dancing. I became wobbly, and Mark held me tight in his strong arms. I felt good and safe and leaned on his broad chest. He led me on the floor, and during the dance, I felt his palm trailing my body and fondling my covered breast.

I mumbled, "Mark, we are in a bar full of people. Please don't do it."

He blurted, "You are right, Moira. Let's leave the place."

He drove me to a secluded place, kissed me, and seconds later, his hands were all over me. I was lightheaded, but not to the level I could not resist if I really wanted to. I liked his masculine smell, the persisting lips, and his strong hands, and cooperated fully. Mark and I got to the back seat, and I started unzipping his pants even before my tits were exposed. The guy fucked me silly for over half an hour. I couldn't remember any details except that I came and came nonstop for a long time. It was raw and a pure bliss. That night, I was lucky not to get pregnant. The following day I saw a gynecologist who prescribed me birth control pills.

In the year that followed, Mark's mind was focused on football and me, and much less on his studies. I couldn't blame him; I was the same: My classes took a second seat to spending endless hours with Mark. Our sex evolved fast: Within the first month we were doing it doggy-style, cowgirl, and titfucking. Yes, my D cup boobs were perfect for the job. At that time, his favorite act started by giving me oral, and making me cum, followed by titfucking me and ejaculating down my throat. I liked it too because Mark's cunnilingus was excellent, and I loved watching his face while swallowing his tangy whitish slime.

In the second month, Mark hinted he wished to conquer my backside as well. Knowing his erect penis was above average in length and girth, I was reluctant. But he persuaded me he'd be careful and apply a lot of lube. So one evening, making me horny during a prolonged doggy style sex, he used my abundant juices to penetrate my anus, first with his fingers and than with his raging cock. Initially it DID hurt, but less than I was scared it would, and soon a pleasurable sensation flooded my brain, causing me to forget the pain. With him also kneading my nipples and nudging my clitoris, I reached a high I had never experienced before. Since that time, anal sex became an integral part on our insatiable menu.

One day, I found an envelope with scenery pictures in Mark's room. I inspected and liked them. It turned out he had a point-and-shoot camera, and he used to take photos with it before shifting his focus to football. I urged him to take it with us on our next travel, which was to Hot Springs National Park.

On a Friday afternoon, we boarded a nonstop flight from Chicago to Little Rock, Arkansas. About 2 hours later we landed. Mark rented a car, and after less than an hour, we reached our destination, The Gable Inn. The room was wonderful. After dinner at a nearby restaurant, we watched TV and went to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up at 7 am. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I drank coffee. The lazy bum was still with his eyes closed by the time I finished the coffee. I dressed up and went to the lobby. I liked the place. I returned 20 minutes later and saw Mark shaving. I smiled, "Thank you, honey; now when you kiss me, it will be less ticklish and more fun."

After a savory breakfast at the hotel, we were on our way to the park. I reminded Mark to bring water and his camera. First we climbed the Mountain Tower. The panorama was fantastic. Mark took a few pictures and then asked me to pose with the impressive sight in the background. We checked the photos on the small screen, and Mark commented, "Moira, you are very photogenic."

I grinned, "The pictures wouldn't come out good if you weren't a good photographer."

After the tower, we followed several trails. At some points, Mark continued shooting, now and then convincing me to appear in the pictures. Then we arrived at a secluded spot with a nice view. Mark smiled mischievously, "I am shooting nature. I think it will be appropriate if you get rid of your clothes and become part of nature."

We looked around and saw nobody. I undressed, and Mark shot my photos in poses he chose. The cool air on my skin hardened my nipples. The naughtiness of being naked in public made me horny, and soon I assumed erotic poses without his help. I noticed the longer I was in the nude, the more prominent became the bulge in his pants. I cupped my round tits, pinched my nipples, spread my legs, opened my lips and sucked on my thumb. After 10 minutes, Mark left the camera on the ground, lowered his pants, and fucked me doggy style while I leaned on a rock. By the time he ejaculated, I was on my 3rd orgasm... From there we strolled toward Hot Water Cascade. We touched the spring water, it was really hot. Mark convinced me to have more photos there, and when we were alone, I posed topless, realizing too late that a couple of young guys were approaching. They saw me, smiled, and one of them winked at me and said, "Lady, don't let us interrupt your photo shoot." I grinned, put on my blouse, and we continued to the bathhouse to experience the mineral whirlpool for 20 minutes. We liked it. We arrived back at our hotel in the afternoon.

As I showered, Mark began checking the photos he took. He deleted some, and when I exited the bathroom, he displayed for me the ones he spared. The guy did an excellent job. The scenery pictures were nice, but the ones of me posing topless or nude were gorgeous! You may think I was biased, but he captured my 'fuck-me' face perfectly. His close-ups of my big tits with the stiff nipples deserved a medal... On the second day in the park, we drove and walked to multiple recommended overlooks. I liked the fresh air and the leisurely walk, while Mark found every opportunity to make me undress and take more photos in sensual poses. I did it voluntarily, noticing him admiring my voluptuous body and getting erect at each stop, as if we hadn't had sex in a month...

Sunday evening, we flew back home.

Since that trip, like before, Mark and I continued enjoying our time together, except for one thing: Mark became obsessed with taking my pictures in skimpy clothes, lingerie, and/or naked at least once a week. I liked the attention and realized by teasing him with erotic poses, I could entice him for satisfying sex whenever I felt like it. The result: Both of us enjoyed the pictures and the sex.

We got married about a year after our first date. Our guests included relatives, friends, students, and his football team. With the help of my parents, we rented a small house near the campus. Our son, Vernon, was born 2 years into our marriage. By then I was finishing my senior year in college, and Mark, who was older than me by 2 years, became an assistant football coach in the same college. His salary was barely enough to cover our modest necessities. Again, my parents pitched in and helped us financially.

Until Vernon's 4th birthday, I stayed at home and cared for him. Then he started going to kindergarten, and I found a part time job as a secretary in a factory not far away from our house. As expected, these first years were busier, but we still managed to find time to take short trips in the state, having our neighbor keeping an eye on our toddler. During these trips, we rekindled our love of strolling in parks and... taking cloth-less photos.

For several years, Mark's boss at his football team didn't offer him a promotion or a raise in his salary. Mark was upset and looked elsewhere. However, with no formal training or exceptional results on the football field, he got no serious offers. He became frustrated and depressed.

One day he approached me and said, "Honey, I think my football life has ended. It's time to look for a completely different direction. How about becoming a photographer?"

I hugged him, "Mark, you are a very good one. I'll support you any way I can."

Next, he opened a small shop in the nearby mall. He displayed some of his scenery pictures in the window, but he had only 2 clients in his first 3 days. He was disappointed and blurted, "People don't care about scenery anymore. They want personal photos with a lot of retouching and intimate photos to rekindle lost love with their mates."

"So we have to show them your gift in that area."

"Moira, we don't have money to hire a model for that."

"Would you consider ME as your temporary model until we earn enough money to hire a professional?"

"Will you be comfortable with people in the mall watching you half naked?"

"I am not embarrassed with my body. Shoot the poses you wish, and we can decide together which ones we'll display for the public."

In the following 2 weeks, Mark and I spent countless hours taking pictures in our bedroom, on the balcony, and outdoors in poorly attended places. Then, on the weekend, we sat down to choose the more appropriate photos. After 2 hours, we narrowed our selection to 30 pictures. In the next step, each of us rated all the pictures on a scale from 1 (least favorite) to 5 (highly recommended). When we averaged our scores, we ended up with four photos averaging 5, six others with 4.5, and all the others 4 or less.

Among the top four, 2 showed me in lingerie in our house, another was a nude photo with my head tilted so my face was not seen, and a topless picture in a park. Mark enlarged these 4 photos and displayed them front and center in the vitrine, with the other 6 being smaller in the corners.

After the first day of displaying the photos, Mark arrived home all smiles. He kissed me and announced, "Within the first hour of opening the shop, there was a crowd staring at the window. During the day, multiple people entered and asked about my schedule and prices. I told them that since I had just opened, the first 20 clients would get a 30% discount. Today 9 people registered their female partners for intimate sessions. And it's just the first day!... Honey, it's all because of you. I owe you."

I grinned, "Well, darling, in that case, I want a good hard fucking. And each time you decide you wish me to pose again, you pay my salary in bed."

He kissed be gently, "Moira, did I mention lately how much I love you?"

"Not enough."

Minutes later, we were making out on the rug like 2 wild animals.

Within a month, Mark had a list of customers waiting in line for intimate photography. Three months later, he moved to the biggest mall downtown and purchased a larger shop, where he had enough room and equipment for shooting in various settings. Mark regained his confidence and basked in his success.

We continued taking trips and made them longer. Mark insisted on photographing me with scanty clothes or in the buff. I became more daring and let him capture me in poses I wouldn't dream of before, including showing me playing with myself, using toys, and a closeup of my open vagina. Once, in one of our faraway travels, as he was taking my pictures on a trail, we noticed a young backpacker coming our way. Mark and I looked at each other, smiled and continued our photo shoot. On his stroll, the guy was glancing sideway at something in the bushes. He noticed us when he was about 30 feet away. He stopped in his tracks and didn't know what to do. Mark said, "Sir, that's OK. You can either continue on your way or watch. We'll finish soon."

The guy stayed and watched wide-eyed everything. Well, perhaps not everything; his eyes were mesmerized by my bouncing humongous tits and my visible cunt. The tent in his jeans suggested he liked what he saw. Mark and I continued taking photos and teasing him. Then Mark told the guy, "I shot many pictures of my gorgeous wife, but I'd like some pictures of both of us. Can you help us?"

The guy stuttered, "Suuurre. Just shoow me how tooo do it."

Minutes later, Mark placed both of us in certain poses for the pictures. For the finale, Mark undressed completely as well, and the stunned guy shot 3 photos of the two of us with our genitals taking a front seat... It was fun, and I was sure the guy would remember it for the rest of his life. As always happened after our erotic photography, we were both horny like hell and had a satisfying prolonged sexual bliss.

Everything seemed like we had reached paradise. Vernon grew up and moved to high school. Every day, his body and face looked more like Mark at his age. His inclination toward football and his social skills were developing as well. On occasion, we took him with us on our weekend trips. Mark photographed Vernon and me as I slowly noticed Vernon becoming taller than me. We joked about it, and then Vernon took pictures of Mark and me with a nice panorama in the background. He said he liked photography.

On his 13th birthday, Mark bought him a step-and-shoot camera with a long zoom, saying that it was better than the camera he had on his phone, especially to shoot from long distances. Unbeknownst to us, Vernon used part of his free time to shoot pictures. His subjects were mostly birds and faraway objects, including people playing in the park. One day, he showed us his favorite photos. For a high school kid, they were very good. Mark was impressed and decided to teach him some of the basics about background selection, lighting, focusing, and other technical aspects of taking pictures using manual settings.

One weekend, when Vernon was 18, Mark took him to the private room in the studio, where he took all his intimate photos. It was a feminine room with a canopy bed, velvet-covered couch, a love seat, and light colored curtains. He also showed him a file of sample photos he took there. All the women were dressed in underwear or lingerie and posed for the camera. Even before the visit Vernon knew his father photographed women, but the sensual poses with delicate lighting took his breath away. I haven't checked the file in over 4 years and didn't know that Mark updated it every couple of months. Only later I found out some of MY photos were among others.

When they arrived home, I asked Vernon what he thought about Mark's skills. He blushed and mumbled, "Dad is a terrific photographer. I might rethink my direction in life."

Mark and I laughed, "First, go to college, do well, and then you'll decide what you want to do for the rest of your life. You are still young. Most students change their minds about their preferred profession a couple of times before finding the right one." He smiled and agreed.

Vernon applied and got accepted to ASU. Then he told us he took arts as a major, planning to pursue a career in photography. He chose this college because both their photography classes and the football team were among the top in the country. Deep down, I hoped Vernon would choose a more pragmatic profession like a physician, lawyer, or engineer, but I saw the happy faces of both my men, and smiled approvingly.

I swore to myself not to cry when he moved to Phoenix, but he noticed the tears in my eyes and promised to call often and visit at least once a month. He kept his promise, and in the first year, I saw him continue to grow and bulk up. In his freshman year, he was the backup quarterback on the team. Vernon hated math and lab sciences but liked the art program. It was quite unusual for a football player to select arts as a major, but it was what Vernon wanted.

Two weeks before Vernon's freshman finals, Mark had a car accident. He claimed to have a minor pain in his tummy and refused to go to the hospital. In the middle of the night, I woke up hearing him gasping for air. I rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late. The doctor told me that during the accident, he had a partial rupture of his aorta, and it progressed later to a full rupture, causing him to lose too much blood within the first 10 minutes.

I was devastated. I loved Mark with all my heart. He was 44 years old, with a lot to live for...

I phoned Vernon and told him the bad news. I insisted he finish his finals before returning home. He arrived for 24 hours, attended the funeral, and then returned to school. He called every day to see how I was doing. I was in terrible shape and refused to see relatives and friends, but my son's future was more important, so I lied to him. I said I was doing well and had multiple visitors.

He arrived home on his last day in school. I cleaned the house, cooked for him, and attempted to smile, but he could see through me. He hugged me, and we cried together for half an hour. During Vernon's first 10 days at home, unless he went shopping, he didn't leave the house without me. We watched TV together, reminisced about funny episodes with Mark, and watched old videos. Then Vernon began going through his father's computer, looking for the financial files. He copied all the folders that dealt with our mutual funds, insurances, billings, and expenses to his and my computer and continued searching Mark's files.

Vernon was interested in one file in particular: The one that contained many of his Dad's photos. It was arranged by abbreviations: BF, HT, LT, etc. Each one had many pictures of a lady posing intimately. He showed me what he was looking at and said he was jealous of his father's gift to extract the best of every lady, even those who were not attractive. I agreed with him.

One day, he asked me what passwords Mark liked to use during his daily life. I grinned and said, "He made combinations with my name and birthdates. He claimed he would never forget these things." Vernon smiled.

Two days later, during breakfast, Vernon gazed at me differently. I was dressed in my usual long robe and noticed him ogling my body.

"What is it, honey? Is my robe stained?"

"No."

"So why are you staring at me that way?"

"I remembered Dad's photos and wish to go in his footsteps."

"I am sure your father would have been proud of your choice. He was a very good photographer."

"I know. I saw his pictures."

"Continue studying the profession in college, and eventually you'll be good enough to attract many clients."

"As you said, ASU gives me a lot of basic knowledge, but I'd like to start taking pictures now, and learn from my mistakes."

"That is not a bad idea. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking about having a model to use for my photos, the way Dad did."

"The last girlfriend you talked about, Tracy, can be your first model."

He chuckled, "I thought about her and took several photos of her, but despite the fact she is pretty and her body is not bad, Tracy is not very photogenic, and is rather camera-shy."

"Perhaps another of your former girlfriends may be willing to pose for you."

"They might, but I am certain that anyone I ask to do it will want to rekindle our relationship, and I am not interested."

"So what is your solution?"

"I was thinking about... you."

I was surprised, "Me?? Honey, thanks for the compliment, but I am 42 years old. You better shoot a younger girl."

"Mom, your face is as pretty as when Dad took your photos."

"Vernon, not exactly. I can see in the mirror more wrinkles near my eyes and forehead. But even if my face was the same, my body isn't."

"Please, let me try. I've seen you getting into the shower in your underwear, and you are beautiful. More importantly, your photos display how photogenic you are. Your prior experience counts as well."

"Vernon, your insistence embarrasses me. Back then, when Dad took my photos, I was younger and wilder, and... did it for him."

"Why not for me? I'll show you all the photos I take, and we'll keep only the ones YOU approve."

"Let me think about it for a couple of days."

For the next 2 days, whenever my son was out of the house, I put on some makeup and posed in front of the big mirror in my room. Vernon was right; my face looked good. Since Mark's death, my weight remained the same, my ample breasts still stood high on my chest with only minimal sag, my tummy was flat, and there were no extra pounds or cellulite on my hips or buttocks. I tried on a few lingerie and repeated some of Mark's favorite poses before the mirror. Not bad...

The only question left was if I should let him see me in lingerie. My internal struggle came to an end once I realized that I was doing it for my loving son. He had nobody else to help him, and as a devoted Mom, it was my duty to be there for him. When he arrived home, I said, "OK. I'll pose one time for you and see what you come up with."

He hugged me and mumbled, "Thank you."

The following day, I shaved in all the right places, shampooed my long, dirty-blonde hair, and added a touch of makeup and light red lipstick. Then I put on an opaque, short, red lingerie with 3" heel matching red shoes and waited for Vernon to finish the settings for the photographic session. He arranged 2 places for shooting. The first one was in the living room. He sat me on the love seat with one leg over the other while leaning lightly on the armrest, holding a book and pretending to read it. In the following pose, he asked me to lie on my side, place both legs on the armrest, and smile at the camera. For the 3rd and last of that series, I sat down, bent somewhat forward with half a glass of wine in my hand and gazed at the camera with my eyes partially closed. Vernon shot each one of these poses from different angles: Enface, from the side, and angled from above. According to my estimate, he shot about 20 photos.

Next, he told me to rest comfortably and let him work on the photos for 15 minutes. I drank the Chardonnay and watched TV. He came back 20 minutes later with his computer and said he was ready for us to look at the results. He prepared 7 photos. I looked at them one after the other and the first thing that crossed my mind: His style reminded me very much of his father's... The angles he used, the soft lighting, the shading of the areas he wished to hide. He made me look gorgeous. I was stunned. After a long moment, I blurted, "Honey, you are a natural! The way you captured me is much better than I see myself in the mirror."

He grinned, "I cheated: I DID shoot a couple of pictures of Tracy. But her photos were not as good as yours. You are much more photogenic and," he seemed embarrassed, "and more... busty."

I smiled, "Are you saying bigger tits look better in pictures?"

He blushed, "Mom, you were born for modeling. Your face has a wonderful contrast of shapes and colors. Your positions on the sofa look real and not fake. And your body is perfect. Yes, your tits too..." I glanced at his groin. A small tent appeared.

"What's next, Vernon?"

"I'd like you to wear another lingerie, and we'll go to the bedroom."

I went through my drawer and chose a white one. I thought it looked good on me. I called Vernon to come in, and waited for him to arrange the room to his liking. He dimmed the lights and shot a couple of pictures to adjust the flashlight. As he checked the photos, I noticed his front bulge grew further. He behaved just like his father when we started taking intimate photos; he got excited, and the follow-up sexual encounters were the most satisfying.

The skimpy cover, the soft touch of the silky material, the sexy poses, and seeing the effects on my son - All drove up my horniness. I cursed myself for having such inappropriate thoughts; 'lady, you are only doing a favor to your son. Stop thinking of it as a seduction scenario!'

My brain may have been right, but the long time that passed since my pussy tasted a penis, and feeling the erotic vibe in the air was enough for my cunt lips to moisten. I chose to ignore it and get ready for Vernon's bedroom shots.

For the first photo, he placed me on my tummy, lifting my upper body while leaning on my elbows, and giving him a seductive smile. This pose was one of Mark's favorites too because the silky stuff I wore separated from my chest and exposed my boobs... As Vernon shot multiple pictures, changing his angles very little, the front bump in his pants threatened to tear his zipper.

My head was spinning; Being sexless for a long time, the familiar sexy pose, remembering the wild sex I had with Mark after posing like that, and noticing Vernon's massive erection were too much. I whispered, "Honey, are you enjoying the view of my bare tits?"

He stuttered, "Moom, you aare the sexiest woman I've eever met."

I stared at his eyes, "Is the photo-shoot only so you can get a glimpse at my breasts?"

"Nnooo... I love yoour erotic photos."

"Vernon, you sport a huge erection. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"

"I'll maanage..."

"Do you wish to go to the bathroom, take care of it, and continue later?"

"Pleease, no..."

If my son had accepted my suggestion and jacked off in the toilet, I might have behaved differently. However, constantly watching his protruding giant bulge before my eyes blinded my mind, and logic was no longer the driving force behind my actions. Next, I pretended to scratch my chin, letting the right shoulder strap slip down, exposing my entire right tit to his stunned eyes.

Even in the dim light, I could see his eyes brighten. He came closer and took a close-up photo of my breast. My arousal increased, and my nipple hardened. He mumbled, "You are so gorgeous..."

Subsequently, I turned on my back with my big breast in full view. He approached me until he was inches from my head and started shooting a series of photos of my naked boob. His enormous bulge was very close... I touched it lightly and whispered, "Darling, your dick is suffering. Do you want Mommy's help?"

His body jumped back, and he blurted, "Mom, whaaat are yoou dooing?"

"You obviously got too excited, so I thought you could use my help."

He murmured, "Your body is breathtaking. Sorry I cannot hide my arousal watching it."

"Honey, it's OK. You do not need to apologize. Do you want us to stop it?"

"NO! PLEASE!"

"It's not a good idea to continue like that. Watching the effects of my exposed body on you makes me horny as well..."

"What are you saying?..."

"That despite the unique circumstances, we both want the same thing."

"Moom, aare you suggesting to go to beeed together?..."

"Wouldn't YOU like it?"

"Yeesss, but you aare my mooother."

"I know that, and struggled with the same thought. Your reaction to seeing my nude body is exactly the same as your father's when he was still with us. He would get an erection, and we'd end up having a rough sexual encounter. Honey, that's OK. It may be too much for you, so forget about it. Let me dress up, and I'll prepare our meal."

He stood there with a strange look in his eyes. With my cunt boiling, I dressed up and pretended to get busy in the kitchen.

In the following week, there was tension in the air between Vernon and me. The chat was forced rather than spontaneous, but gradually it improved. On Friday, my son smiled and declared, "I have a new girlfriend. Her name is Lara. She is 18, a freshman, and loves football."

I grinned, "That is great news. You two will have a subject to talk about, and you can use HER as your muse for intimate photos."

Vernon smiled and agreed. Then he asked, "May I introduce her to you tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'll be happy to meet your new love."

So Saturday morning, rather than my usual robe, I wore summer clothes; short-sleeved blouse, a skirt, and sandals. Lara arrived at 10 am. I was in the kitchen when Vernon opened the door for her. I stopped working, washed my hands, and came to greet her. My son was right, she was very pretty. Her face was angelic and reminded me of young Madeleine Stowe. She smiled at me with cute dimples on her cheeks, "Ma'am, it's nice to meet you. Vernon told me a lot about you. He was right; you are very attractive."

I chuckled, "I expected my son to describe me as a good mother, helpful, or dedicated, but attractive? Somewhere along the way, I must have screwed up on his education."

She blushed, "He mentioned you were wonderful Mom, but he emphasized your beauty as well."

"Lara, it's weird to talk about my appearance when YOU are by far the prettiest one in the room. You must have inherited good genes. Where are your parents from?"

"My father is American, and my mother was born in Russia."

"Kids, if you wish to have coffee, tea, or soda, I can serve it for you with either a piece of cherry pie or chocolate cookies. However, if you wish to spend time at Vernon's room, I'll go for my exercise routine at the club."

Vernon said, "That's OK. I'll do it. Go exercise."

I returned 2 hours later. They sat before the TV with Lara's face being somewhat reddish and Vernon's hair slightly disheveled. Apparently, in my absence, they spent time exploring each other's bodies... I took a shower, and when I exited, Lara was gone.

I told Vernon I liked her face. My first impression was that she was nice. He seemed embarrassed, "Yes, she is nice. Lara is very naive and has not experienced intimate relationship before."

"Really? I thought these days 18 year old girls have some prior experience."

His face flushed, "I just found out when Lara arrived here, she was still a virgin..."

I giggled, "So she is no more?"

"She is not."

"Was the act very traumatic for her?"

"Let's say it was less pleasant than we hoped it would be."

"I was luckier. On my first time, the guy was very patient and considerate, and made sure I was very aroused before getting inside. It hurt a little when my hymen was ruptured, but the pain was short, and the later pleasure fantastic. My first time was memorable. Next time be gentle and ensure she is horny and I promise you it will be fun."

"I hope so."

For 2 weeks, Lara arrived at our house almost every day, even at times when Vernon was out. I liked her. She was timid, innocent. She trusted me and pretty soon, Lara talked to me about everything, including her relationship with Vernon. She claimed to love my son, but wasn't sure she was doing a good job pleasing him in bed. He never complained to her, but his grimaces suggested she could be better at it.

One day, in one of the rare days Lara wasn't around, Vernon came to me with his face flushed, "Mom, in class they taught us a few new photographic tricks. I'd love to see if they really work."

"Honey, have you tried with Lara? She is in love with you, and I think she'll be happy to model for you."

"On 2 occasions, you were at the sports facility, and I took her pictures, but there is no comparison. She is pretty, but much less photogenic than you, and every photo YOU pose seems more natural..."

"Vernon, do you wish to take intimate photos? Remember what happened last time, don't you?"

"Mom, please..."

"When would you like to do it?"

"Lara will not be here today. Can we do it now?"

"Let me prepare: Shave, shower, shampoo my hair, and make sure I am ready. It will take me about an hour. In the meantime, you can watch TV or something."

He grinned, "Thanks Mom, you are awesome."

"Any particular things you want me to wear?"

He stuttered, "You deecide. The more sheeer the bettteer."

I gazed at him. His face was ruby-red. He was playing with fire and knew it! He wanted me to be almost naked and look very sexy.

An hour later, I was ready. In addition to a red lipstick and high heels, I wore a light-blue sheer, short lingerie with nothing underneath. It exposed my large boobs and even my neatly trimmed light brown bush. Initially, I debated whether to put on panties, but his pleading eyes suggested he wished for his camera (And his eyes) to see ALL of me. I suspected if I was naked, he'd like it even better... I got this negligee from his father on one of our trips following an intense lovemaking... These memories and the soft touch of the cloth sent tingle to my cunt. Was it a sign of what's to come?

Vernon wore shorts and a tee shirt and held the camera in his hand. He gasped when he saw me, and within seconds, the familiar tent appeared in his shorts.

"Honey, how should I pose?"

"On your back with your head toward me and your slightly bent legs in the other direction." I did as instructed.

He played with his device behind me and on my side, so I could not see him. Then he stood on the bed, straddled me, and began shooting from above. I stared seductively at his face, but got a good glimpse at his stiff cock which pushed hard against the fabric. His hairy ball sack peeked down. My pussy started leaking.

Next, he stood on the carpet by my head and shot a closeup of... my cunt! This was way too much. Standing so close to me and taking pictures of my easily-seen cunt raised my horniness to the stratosphere. I placed my palm on his bulge and mumbled, "Honey, I get the feeling the photos are more an excuse than the real reason. You wished to see my tits and genitals. Am I right? Why is that? Lara is not enough?"

Unlike before, this time, he did not move away. He whispered, "I like Lara, but her pictures do not come close to yours. In the last several days, I missed looking at your body..."

"Vernon, we talked about it before. You know where it will lead us. Are you just checking the limits or... interested?"

"Mom, I am very horny."

"Darling, I am very excited too. Here, check my pulse." I grabbed his big hand and placed it on my hard nipple.

His trembling hand caressed tenderly my tit. I massaged his bulge for a moment and blurted, "Take off your shorts."

He glanced unbelievably at me, but I didn't budge. He slowly lowered the shorts, blushing profusely.

I knelt at his feet and inspected his tool. It was long (7.5"?), thick, and veiny, with a large helmet on top. I rubbed it, and murmured, "Like father, like son. It's a real beauty. It deserves a good work. Sit on the bed's edge, and let Mommy take care of you."

Subsequently, I licked, lapped, and kissed my way from his testicles to the top. Then I opened wide, and began enveloping the spongy head. He quivered mildly. I winked at him and continued eliminating his shaft into my oral cavity. His father loved my technique but used to complain I could make him cum too fast. With Vernon, I took it easy. I wanted to tease him and prolong the process, making him orgasm later and more powerfully.

Soon, I heard him groan and he started gently fuck my face. I slowed down further, knowing he would be disappointed. However, it was only temporary, before the big finale. My right side fingers snatched a significant amount of my juices and moved to smear them on his perineum and around his anus. He shivered and fucked my mouth harder.

It was time to give him his prize; I inserted my forefinger into his puckered hole while sucking his massive cock faster and harder. Vernon erupted down my throat like Mount Saint Helens! I forgot how much spunk hungry young guys accumulate in their nuts. Instinctively, I swallowed each jet as it landed, losing nothing. The taste was musky, salty, oily, and very concentrated.

When he was done, I licked the residue and smiled at him, "I liked the taste of your juice, but I was surprised. It was thicker than I expected from a guy who was having daily sex with Lara."

He smiled bitterly, "The last time I had sex with Lara was 3 days ago. She gave me a BJ only once, and it was a failure. Sex with her is mechanical, and she is very passive. I didn't want to comment because she seemed vulnerable and sensitive, but in the first 2 weeks, our sexual experience was less than I wished it to be."

I eyed him. He was almost crying. I said, "Big guy, you climaxed and left ME aroused. I can use one of my artificial friends to solve MY problem, unless you can think of another solution."

His mood changed immediately, "Do you give me permission to..."

"Yes, honey. I was ready for you the first time, but you disappeared. Now that you had sex with Lara, I suspected this option no longer existed, but suddenly, you changed your mind and crave to bed your mother."

"I was attracted to your body for quite some time, but the idea of incest was too much to bear. I want you and have no idea how to deal with Lara. I like her and hate to dump her, but sex with her was no fun."

I looked at his pecker. It was already at half-mast again. God bless young guys - Their recovery time is rapid. "Vernon, later we'll talk about Lara and you, but first, fuck me. Any particular position you'd prefer?"

"I'd like to try EVERY position with you, but right now I'd like cowgirl because with Lara, it was a disaster."

"I haven't rode a thick organ in quite some time now. It will be my pleasure, but don't be surprised if I become wild when I lose it."

He giggled, "I hope so. Lara was the opposite, and it drove me crazy."

I made Vernon get naked and lie on his back, and mounted the bed. I cautiously descended on his ceiling-pointed giant tool, feeling my unused-lately pussy dilating as I continued crouching on it. When my butt cheeks met his scrotum, I felt his member all the way to my chest. I smiled at his glistening eyes, "Vernon, initially I thought your size would be like your father's, but your monster is much larger and keeps widening my vagina." He grinned.

Next, I started moving up and down to get the feel of his beast in my cunt. The friction was terrific. Then I alternated the vertical motion with a horizontal one: forward and back on his muscular tummy. I stared at Vernon. His eyes were focused on my swaying tits, and short time later, his palms kneaded and tweaked them lovingly. The constant grinding of my sensitive insides heightened my arousal. I closed my eyes, extended my torso, and intensified the pace of my riding. I heard my son groan, and his respiration became labored. We were both fast approaching the point of no return. I shifted gear up, and my fingers instinctively moved to my swollen clitoris. I was able to postpone my orgasm for another minute before shuddering violently. It was a massive climax, and I wanted to savor it to the maximum; my body jerked savagely on his abdomen for a long time, until his rough fingers pinching my nipples and a loud growl partially woke me from my daze, to experience the first time Vernon emitted his large load deep in my boiling pussy. After he stopped ejaculating, his cock remained hard and I took advantage of it to ride him some more, prolonging my orgasm by a couple of minutes.

When his dick began shriveling, I rolled to his side and smiled at him, "Honey, both of us needed it. Thank you."

His eyes glared at me, "Who knew the best sex I'll have with my Mom?..."​