So that's how it went for the next few weeks. I would come home from school, do homework and eat. I would then shoot 'cheesecake' photos of my mother. I was a very happy camper!
She seemed happy too. She was depressed, I think, when dad went to jail. During the trial she had found out that it was his old girlfriend and her chums, that led him to rob that armored-car. Of course it was bungled job, a guard got killed and they were all caught and sent away for life. She never forgave him and we never had anymore contact with him.
We started doing more shoots outside at different locations. We went for walks to secluded spots and took pictures; we went to the library and took pictures; the top floor of a double-decker bus we took pictures; anywhere I could discretely photograph up her skirt or down her blouse.
She would often look to make sure the coast was clear, then whip out a titty or two for me to shoot. Once she took me into a department store dressing room with her while she tried on dresses and bras.
We had a lot of fun and we almost got caught a couple of times. In general, no one paid attention to a mother and her son with his camera.
I remember shooting a sequence of her riding a bike down a country lane one day. She had on a short skirt and stockings as usual. She rode past me showing her great legs then pretended to wobble and fall over into a patch of grass. She made a big deal of landing with her legs apart and her skirt pulled up.
As she lay like that I zoomed in on her panties. There was a clear wet spot in the middle of her crotch. That fascinated me for weeks - until the day I found out what it was - then it fascinated me for the rest of my life.
In school, I would daydream about my teachers and I seemed to have a constant hard-on. I would look at my female teachers and visualize them walking around in lingerie like my mother wore. I could not stop it. I had no interest in the girls in my class. They were too flat chested and just not appealing. Funny how things change over time.
Slowly an idea formed for 'story-book' that I wanted to shoot. I discussed it with mom that night. I told her I wanted to do a shoot with her dressed as a sexy teacher.
She reminded me we had already done a 'teacher' shoot. Sure, showing your knickers, while standing next to a globe, with a cap and gown on does get the message across, but we could do it better I told her.
I pointed out that every Saturday the school is open for sports events, but the classrooms are always deserted. We could do the shoot in a real classroom. I had some buddies in my photography class I could use as extras to make it even more realistic.
She had to think about that part, but as I explained how the story-line went and she started to nod approvingly. She said she would consider it as long as none of the guys find out she's my mother and assuming they can keep a secret, she might do it.
The next day I got my mates together and explained I had to shoot a project and did they want to be part of it? I gave them only the barest details after they had sworn an oath of secrecy. We all agreed to meet at school Saturday. They were to wear their grubbiest school uniforms and try to looking like a bunch of hooligans.
I told mum everything was all set when I got home. She said she hadn't agreed to do it and seemed angry with me. The look of disappointment on my face caused her to soon change her mind . She hugged me and said, "Oh OK, you naughty-boy!"
Saturday I loaded the car and we drove to school. I put my hand on her leg while she drove. She did not object, she never did. The feel of her nylons made my heart race and I continued to caress her legs with my fingers until we got to school.
She stayed in the car while I took my stuff to the classroom. I had to meet the boys and do some shots with just them first. Then I would come down and get her when ready.
The guys were all in the classroom. They looked like a bunch of yobs who should be in juvenile court. I staged some shots of them spiking the glass of water on the teacher's desk with a powder labeled 'Spanish Fly'. I told the boys it would have the effect of making the teacher feel drunk.
The key shots I wanted to capture were the ones of surprise or shock when they realize they are in for a real treat! These shots had to be genuine they could not be faked. I came up with just the plan to capture that moment.
I had all the guys wait in the next classroom except one, Antony. I told him to find a desk up front, sit down and wait while I went down and got mother from the car.
As I opened the car door she gave me a great shot of her panties and stockings getting out. She said 'Naughty-boy" as usual when she heard my groan of appreciation.
We walked down the hall and I told her of my intent to capture the shocked look on each of the students faces. We would walk in and when I was focused on Antony's face she was to do something to shock him - like pull out a boob.
She chuckled and said. "OK."
We walked in to the classroom and Antony's eye's almost popped out of his head when he saw mum. She had on the usual cap and gown that teachers' wore back then. A black short skirt, fully fashioned nylons (black) with black high heels and a white blouse completed he look. She looked really hot with her fake glasses and the black wig on. If they were ever to meet my mother on the street they would not recognize her as this sexpot!
Mom stood on the dias in front of the board. When she saw I was ready, she pulled her skirt up quickly and gave him a long flash of her knickers and stocking tops. I got just the shot I wanted! God bless her cotton panties!
I told him not to say anything when I called Jerry in from the classroom next door. Jerry could not keep his eyes off of mum either as he sat down at his desk. When she hiked up her skirt again, the look on his face was to-die-for!
