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The last twelve pictures, though, were stunning! Sherry joined Dan in these pictures, their price for Dan posing. Sherry was a bleached-blond bombshell with enormous plastic tits. She is an exotic dancer and she and Dan met when he responded to a call at her club. There is nothing subtle about Sherry. She's just sexy as hell; it's her living, after all. I wouldn't take a slutty bitch like that bowling, but I had to admit she was really hot!
There were two stunning qualities to these pictures. One was the lighting. Dianne had used very subdued lighting, giving the photographs a soft, dreamlike effect. And the other was that Dr. Levy's restrictions didn't apply here. There was a lot of tits, cocks, and other parts. There were pictures of Dan and Sherry kissing tenderly, him caressing her huge breasts both from front and behind, and even one of her stroking his cock. There was no actual sex, but Dianne remarked she had used the power-winder again because she was eager to get it over with, and Dan and Sherry were eager to get it on.
We realized that the stiffness in many of our shots was caused by over-posing the models. Our nude shots lacked the candor of unguarded moments that our "men at work" series had exhibited. The use of humor and the power- winder helped reduce the stiffness.
Dianne and I agreed to exchange some of the better photos so we could review them in more detail, with the promise that we wouldn't show them to anyone but our models, and that we would return them. Neither of us wanted these pictures floating around. I took eight of Dianne's pictures. Six of them were from the second roll, including four of Dan and Sherry. She took six of mine.
The next morning, Mom was up early. Our plan was to do two shoots Saturday and two Sunday, to take advantage of both the morning and afternoon light. It would take almost the whole weekend. Mom made us a big breakfast, and told me about her convention as we ate. But I could tell that wasn't really what she wanted to talk about. She was dying to see her pictures!
I brought out the manila folio containing the pictures. In the folio were two folders: a thick one containing Mom's twenty-four pictures and a thin one containing Dianne's eight shots.
Mom spent almost an hour looking at her pictures. We discussed each shot carefully, each offering ideas of how we could do better. Mom was very happy with the results. When she finished looking at the pictures, she gave me a big hug. Since we were going to have a photo shoot, Mom was only wearing her bathrobe with nothing underneath. She pressed her magnificent breasts into my chest, and then giggled a teasing, "Ooops. Sorry." Again, I told her any time.
Then, as she put her pictures back in the folio, she asked what was in the other folder. I told her some of Dianne's pictures. I let her look at them without commenting. She compliment Dan in the first four shots, two serious and two of the humorous ones.
But when she came to the first picture of the couple (a simple shot of Dan hugging Sherry from behind), she said, "Ooooooooooo! Look at this!" She looked at the picture for a long time, but said nothing further.
Then she looked at the second picture, a profile shot of Dan and Sherry some distance apart, leaning forward for a tender kiss. Sherry's enormous tits just brushed against Dan's chest, and Dan's bulging erection jutted out toward Sherry's eager pussy. Mom looked at that one a long time too.
The last two shots were of Dan caressing Sherry's huge breasts. The first one was a playful grope from the front, with both laughing and grinning. Mom laughed at that one, enjoying the humor and fun in the shot. The last picture was the best: a tender profile shot of Dan hugging Sherry from the rear and gently stroking her nipples as he kissed the nape of her neck. Sherry's nipples were rock-hard! Dan's penis was not visible, but it had to be aching! I know mine was!
Mom just let out a low, "Oooooooooo...." and stared at the picture. She didn't say another word for several minutes. She just examined the picture with microscopic intensity. Her mind was a million miles away, and I wondered what she was thinking. Finally, she just said, "Oh my goodness...what a beautiful moment!"
Then Mom looked up from the pictures and laughed. "My God, look at me! My nipples are as hard as hers!" She parted the robe and caressed her nipples lightly, causing them to get even harder and also causing her to gasp. Then she told me she was soaking wet and had to go to her room. She said it would be a little while before she was ready to start our morning shoot.
Mom went to her room and I went to mine. My bedroom is right next to Mom's, so I could hear the soft buzz of her vibrator as I started stroking my throbbing cock. I felt like I was eavesdropping, but that just made the moment more erotic! And I knew Mom also knew exactly what I was doing, too! Neither of us was loud, but neither of us tried to conceal what we were doing either. I blew off a big wad of cum, whispering "Mom...Mom...Mom" as I came. I didn't say it loud enough for hear it, but she had to know what I was thinking about. Shortly afterward, as I lay quietly in my bed trying to catch my breath, I heard Mom call my name in a groan of ecstasy as she reached orgasm.
We had masturbated together, both knowing and neither caring. We might as well have been watching each other.
When Mom joined me in the family room a half-hour later, she was again wearing only the sheer nightgown she had worn at our first shoot. She strode up to me, drew her body to mine, and shamelessly kissed me tenderly on the lips. As we parted, she said, "We'd better watch it, Kyle...I was thinking about you just then."
I pulled her back to me and planted another sweet kiss on her lips. "I was thinking about you, too, Mom. And it was very sexy!"
"Yeah, hot-stuff! Me too! We'd better be careful!"
We spent about an hour doing the morning shoot. Mom was much more relaxed about posing, and I was surprised to find that I was more professional, almost clinical, in directing and photographing the shoot. I used the power-winder a lot and took two rolls of film. I knew the pictures were good.
After lunch, Mom had some errands to do, but she returned at 3 PM and we started the afternoon shoot. At Mom's suggestion, we added music to the mix, with great results. Mom swayed and danced beautifully as I continued to shoot. Three rolls later, as the afternoon shadows lengthened, we were both tired. We stopped and I started to pack up my stuff.
"Kyle ...?" Mom asked. I looked at her. She was in a pensive mood.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Kyle...Dan and Sherry got paid for posing. Not money, but I mean they got a reward. Don't you think I should get one?"
"Sure, Mom! I'll take you to Pepe's for dinner!" Pepe's was Mom's favorite Mexican restaurant.
"No, Kyle...that's not what I have in mind" She replied. "Kyle...can you take some pictures of us like Dianne took of her brother and his girlfriend? Nothing real sexy, but just nice, loving pictures?"
"Well, actually I could Mom. I'd have to use a tripod and the auto-exposure thing. The pictures would be kinda hit or miss - we'd have to frame the general area where we were going to pose and then hope for the best. It's nothing like having a photographer looking through the viewfinder. The pictures wouldn't be anywhere near as good as Dianne's. But yes, it is possible."
"Well maybe not...but would you do that for me?"
"Mom...I thought we were going to be careful. I mean, we both get aroused just taking regular pictures. What do you think will happen if we are together, in the nude, touching each other?"
"We'll be okay, Kyle. And if we start getting aroused, we can just stop. It's not irreversible, you know. Please Kyle...? I love the pictures you took of me and it would mean so much to me to have pictures together."
I agreed, wondering what the hell I was doing. I had some second thoughts as I started positioning the tripod, but when I saw the glowing smile on my mother's face, I decided to go through with it. We could always stop.
I had one roll of 36 exposures in my camera bag, and for some reason, I used that one instead of a roll of 24. It was a lucky decision. I had Mom stand in position for the first shot, which we decided would just be a profile shot of the two of us facing each other, a couple of feet apart, holding hands. I framed the shot, leaving room in the frame for me to stand, and set the time and exposure to make the best use of the fading afternoon light. Then, I stripped, set the timer, and ran over to Mom.
"Oh!" She gasped.
"What, Mom?" I asked.
"You! My God, Kyle...look at you! You're so big! Oh!" Rather than holding my hands, Mom was pointing at my big cock as the shutter clicked. We both broke into laughter realizing that our first picture together was of an appreciative mother pointing at her son's raging eight-inch hardon!
Mom couldn't get off the subject of my size. She marveled at my big cock, which only made matters worse. I got harder, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. I said we should stop, but Mom refused. She said she hadn't really seen my penis since I was about 9 or 10, and she just needed a moment to get used to it. She also said she had never seen such a magnificent penis in her life. She told me I was beautiful.
Finally, against my better judgment, we tried the handholding shot again. We got through it, but the tender effect of mother and son holding hands is ruined by the sight of my raging hardon reaching desperately for Mom's vagina.
I knew how the shot must look, so we tried the same thing, but with a different camera placement. I put the tripod on top of the kitchen table, standing on a stepladder to frame the shot in the viewfinder. Mom stood facing the camera, and the shot would be looking down at her over my right shoulder. We would be standing farther apart than the first try, and if I got lucky the picture would show both of us clearly, but my still-stiff cock would be screened from view by my torso. We took the picture twice, because Mom was staring down at my swollen hardon when the shutter opened the first time.
Next, we tried a tender frontal kiss, like the one Dan and Sherry had taken. It turned out to be a great shot. Mom has really beautiful breasts, as I've said earlier...perfect, in fact. But they are not the enormous phony tits of Sherry. Therefore, when her breasts touch my bare chest, we are a lot closer than Sherry and Dan were. And my cock is a good bit bigger than Dan's. So when Mom's hard nipples just caressed my chest, my pulsating hardon rubbed against her tummy. Mom just closed her eyes for the kiss, the shutter went off, and then she said, "Ummmmm."
By now, a strange thing was happening. We were both very aroused. But we were also more comfortable, and more in control. So we continued the shoot, taking a variety of pictures. We were enjoying it now. We felt close. And, somehow it felt good to be arousing each other.
The last series of pictures (more that 30 shots) started as a series of me hugging Mom from behind. I used the power-winder so we could let the series flow. The series starts with me barely touching Mom from behind, my hands on her hips. I'm a foot or so behind her, with my eager cock pointing straight at her ass. Not exactly the tenderness I was trying to capture!
To hide my cock, I moved closer to her and turned her slightly toward the camera, with my arms around her waist. My big cock rested along the crack of her ass, rising slightly above the gentle slope of her perfect cheeks. I knew it was still visible.
I held Mom closer, trying to adjust my cock so it wouldn't show. In the process, I moved away from her and then back to her. This time my raging hardon poked her in the ass.
"Kyle! Don't you poke my butt with that big monster!" Mom teased. "If you slip, you'll kill me!"
We laughed and I told her what I was trying to do-hide the damn thing! She reached back, took my thrilled cock in her hand gently, and guided it between her legs. Happy dick! Happy dick!
That position did keep my cock out of the picture. It had other benefits, too. My cock wasn't the only happy sexual organ that day! I wasn't actually touching her vagina, but I was close enough to feel the heat from it! As the next couple of shots went off, I gently hugged my spectacular Mom, caressing her cheeks with my lips, touching her hair. She purred. Click. Click.
Then, I reached up and softly stroked her magnificent breasts. She jumped, but she made no effort to stop me. Instead, she just sighed. Click.
Then, as I gently stroked her nipples, I kissed the nape of her neck. Gently at first, but then harder as I increased the intensity of my attention to her spectacular globes. Mom gasped. Click. Click.
Then, Mom let out a soft moan as she spread her legs slightly. She reached down and guided the throbbing head of my aching cock to the opening of her vagina. "Oh!" she gasped. Click.
Then she turned her face to mine, her smiling mouth open in invitation. Our mouths came together hungrily, tongues probing frantically, as she pressed the head of my mighty cock into her steaming pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..........." Click.
Mom quickly released me, moving away from my confused penis, and I was afraid I had scared her off. She turned and faced me. But there was no quit in her eyes- only happiness, lust, and wanting, as she stared hotly into my eyes. Click.
Mom dropped to her knees, and before I even knew what was happening, she buried my entire eight inches into her hot mouth and eager throat! She took it all effortlessly! Click.
Mom sucked eagerly, bobbing her beautiful face up and down on my happy cock! Click. She giggled and cooed as she licked and sucked! Click.
Mom was incredible! She played with me like a kitten with a ball of string, expertly taking me almost to climax, then easing away. Click. Click. Click.
Finally, mercifully, she let me cum. I exploded with enormous fury! Hot cum gushed into Mom's hungry mouth! Click. She tried hard, but there was just too much. Some of my cum dribbled down her chin as she smiled and eagerly swallowed every drop she had been able to catch. Click.
Then she wiped the cum from her chin with one finger, grinning sluttily and holding it in front of her open mouth until she heard the shutter. Click! Then she happily licked the last speck of my love juice from her finger. Click!
I frantically threw Mom down on the couch and gobbled her pussy like there was no tomorrow. The last couple of shots only show me kneeling over her, we were mostly out of frame now. Click. I drove Mom hungrily to a roaring climax. She screamed with joy and shouted encouragement.
Then I climbed on top of her, ready to drive my still- hard cock into her slippery pussy. She stopped me, but only for a moment. She just wanted to go into her bedroom. We fucked heartily for more than two hours.
When we finally collapsed in each others arms, Mom sighed and teased, "We'll be okay, Kyle. We can just stop. It's not irreversible, you know!" And we both laughed happily, remembering our earlier silly, lame rationalizations.

As beautiful as that first time together was, we still had a lot of work ahead of us. As Dr. Levy always said, "You have to take a ton of shots to get that one special picture."
So we did our duty. We took more than a thousand pictures for that class, about 500 for this assignment and another 500 for a subsequent assignment in which the body parts restriction was lifted. Mom shaved her tasty pussy for that one, and still wears it shaved to this day.
The true artist's work is a lifelong passion. That was what Dr. Levy was trying to instill in us toward the end of that memorable course. He succeeded. Dianne became an incredibly successful professional photographer in San Francisco, specializing in capturing the special tenderness of lesbian lovers.
I'm a successful stockbroker now, also in San Francisco. I'm 33, Mom is 52. She is still as lovely as ever. She has taken good care of her body and the years have been kind to her. And there is still no sign of quit in her steaming eyes. We still live together. We're still devoted lovers.
And we are both now avid amateur photographers. I love wildlife and Mom loves landscapes, so we spend a lot of time visiting Yosemite National Park, only a few hours away in the Sierras.
And yes, we still take nudes together. Over the years, our pictures together have captured my maturation and Mom's graceful aging. And they have captured hours of both tender lovemaking and uproarious sucking and fucking. We have thousands of pictures, dozens and dozens of albums. We look at them often, but no one else in the world has ever seen them. No one ever will.
And, to this day, nothing makes Mom and I hungrier for each other's love than snuggling in front of an appreciative camera lens. Click.