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This is the story I didn't think would happen. It is the fifth story in the series that started with the story "Cassie" https://www.literotica.com/s/cassie-12, 9/21/2024) and continued with the stories "Sage" (https://www.literotica.com/s/sage-3, 9/27/2024), "Mareen" (https://www.literotica.com/s/mareen, 10/4//2024) and, finally, "Checked Out" (https://www.literotica.com/s/checked-out-2, 10/15/2024). Those stories detailed James' pursuit of his obsessions with both photography and women's bodies that included his sister, the local bar maid, his mother, their neighbor Mareen and Donna, a cashier in the local supermarket. Here, his mother reveals her thoughts on the results of James' pursuit of a photography career and her role in it.

James is a phenomenal photographer and a consummate lover. I can state that with confidence since he is my son, has taken many nude pictures of me and I'm fucking him as often as possible.

I can't say that I fully understand how I've arrived at this point. I do know that I'm enjoying it very much. It's also improved my relationship with my daughter, Cassie, the sex with my husband, Ralph, and certainly, my admiration for my son, James.

James has always been fascinated with photography. For as long as I can remember, he wanted to take pictures. As he grew older, his hobby evolved into a profession. He sees the world differently than the rest of us. He sees it through the lens of his camera and the results are remarkable. Initially, he focused on the natural world, flowers, trees and the animal life he discovered in our garden.

Over time, his interest expanded to include people, especially women. He manages to use his camera to reveal the real woman hiding within the women we all know. Today he manages to support himself and his photography doing portraits, weddings, bar mitzvas and other parties.

He began to see his photography as art. He discovered the paintings of Georgia O'Keeffe. She focused on the natural world, capturing with her paintbrush the essence of flowers much like James captured it with his camera. O'Keeffe's paintings were sometimes compared to the genitals of women without actual comparisons. He thought he could complete the analysis with his camera and he embarked on a project to intimately photograph women to create a direct comparison of O'Keeffe's paintings with flowers and women's labia.

Obviously, accumulating the pictures he needed for his project wasn't simple or easy. He was unable to even formulate an approach to a woman to pose for him let alone describe his requirement or ask them to model for him. Fortunately, his sister, Cassie, volunteered to be his first model. Even being his sister and knowing what he wanted didn't make the actual modeling easy for her.

James understood and worked with her to make her comfortable with the concept. He suggested she dress casually, in a full skirt and just let him take pictures of her without conditions. In his basement studio, he encouraged Cassie to move around casually without regard to either him or the camera. "Be yourself," he instructed. "Don't think about what you're doing, just do whatever feels right," he told her.

Cassie didn't really understand what he wanted but she relaxed and let her body lead. She walked around the studio set, sat on furniture, hopped on one foot, skipped, danced and twirled around with her arms spread. James took pictures.

They reviewed the results together. Several times, Cassie asked, "Is that me?"

"That's you," James confirmed. "The camera captured what we don't really see," he explained.

One picture stood out. Cassie was twirling around in front of the camera, her arms spread, joy on her face and her skirt billowing high in front of her.

"Oh my God," exclaimed Cassie. "You can see my panties. I'm not sure I like that."

"Look at your face," instructed James. "You do like it. You don't have a care in the world. You don't care that your panties show."

Cassie examined the photo and eventually agreed. "I am happy, aren't I?" she asked.

"And it has nothing to do with your panties showing," James insisted. "You're happy about life. You're happy that you're alive."

James suggested that Cassie repeat the series of photos with one difference, she should do it without her panties."

"You think I'll be happy even without my panties?" she asked.

"Remember, your joy wasn't about your panties. I think you'll be even happier without them. More of the real you will be free," James suggested.

The next set of pictures were a revelation to Cassie. When she saw the picture of her twirling in front of the camera, the first thing she noticed was the expression on her face. "I don't remember ever feeling that happy," she commented.

"And you didn't notice the absence of panties," pointed out James.

Cassie changed her focus. Her hand covered her mouth. "You can see everything," she cried.

"The camera saw everything. You didn't care. It wasn't important," explained James. "I think you're ready for the next set of photos."

"Nude?" asked Cassie.

"Don't think about it. Undress slowly. Nothing posed or unnatural. Lead with your feelings. Take care of yourself. When you're naked, revel in the feelings. Immerse yourself in the feelings. Be one with the environment. Make love to the air around you. Don't look at me or the camera. We're not there. You're alone with yourself. Feel the joy. Live the joy," suggested James.

They reviewed the photos as before. Cassie unaware that she remained naked sitting at the desk. Her most frequent exclamations from her were, "Is that really me," and "I'd could never do that."

"You could and you did," reminded James. "That's the real you, the Cassie none of us knew about, even you."

The final set of pictures were straight forward. Cassie insisted on it. She lay on the lounge chair in the set and James took close up pictures of her genitals for his project. Cassie insisted on going further. She thought James should have pictures of her while aroused since they had to be different then when she was just relaxed. Then she suggested the ultimate set of pictures - James should take her picture after she had sex!

Her transformation was complete. Together, James and she had created a process that led to James taking the pictures he needed for his project and Cassie took the lead in finding and developing future models for him.

Cassie also had another epiphany. She loved James. Having sex with James for the photos triggered a deep emotional reaction in her. She loved James. She wanted him inside her again. She wanted to feel his ejaculate warm her insides as often as she could have him.

I told you that story to explain what happened to me.

Cassie showed me the pictures, including the nudes but without the close ups. She emphasized how James and his pictures changed her, freed her from unnecessary complications and let her live life as her true self. Prudently, she didn't tell me about her sexual awakening with James.

I began to wonder if I was living my true life and if James could perform the same magic for me. Posing for him was a no brainer but posing nude was terrifying. I was his mother. He was my son. It just didn't seem possible.

Meanwhile, Cassie drafted Sage, the barmaid from the local pub to model for James. The results were identical to the results with Cassie. I reconsidered my reluctance to pose nude for James. I changed my focus from feeling naked, to feeling the freedom to be myself, naked or not. I approached James and offered to model for him.

His reaction wasn't what I expected. He didn't think it was a good idea. I was his mother and posing for him nude wasn't what a son and mother should do.

I convinced him. He took the photos. They were incredible and I felt happier, freer and more confident that I could remember. I sat in the chair next to James reviewing the photos totally naked and without a care in the world. In that moment, he wasn't my son. He was my photographer and he had given me a new perspective into my life.

Then I remembered his project. For an instant, he was my son again. I forced the thought from my mind and asked him how it was progressing.

Initially, he was reluctant to discuss it but he relented when I wouldn't let the subject go. He admitted that both Cassie and Sage had posed for close up pictures suitable for him to make comparisons. I insisted he do the same with me.

He posed me on the chaise, separated my legs and sat between them with his camera. It was the easiest thing I'd ever done. I was exposed to James in a manner I never thought possible and I didn't care. I wanted to be exactly where I was and I wanted the camera to capture it all.

James took several pictures. "Done?" I asked.

"Cassie raised an interesting thought at this point," James shared with me.

"I'm listening," I told him.

"She thought that her genitals would appear differently when she was aroused," he told me matter-of-factly.

I thought for a moment. "She masturbated for you?" I asked.

He looked directly into my eyes. "She asked for help," he said.

Without delay, I responded. "Willl you help me?"

I started. James helped. The feeling of him touching me overwhelmed me and sped up the process considerably. He took more pictures while I was processing the effect of his fingers had on my emotions.

I took a deep breath. "Done now?" I asked.

"One more thing," James said.

"Okay," I said beginning to have thoughts about where we were heading.

James started to talk. I held up my hand to stop him. "Cassie said she'd look different again after sex," I guessed.

James just nodded.

"You fucked her," I stated.

Another nod.

"And you want to fuck me?" I asked.

James didn't answer but he had the courage to look me in the eye. "Take off your clothes," I told him.

James slid inside me and my world changed again. Having him inside me again, alive and moving inside me, was a feeling beyond description. I immersed myself in the feeling just like he had encouraged me to do. It was the freest thing I'd ever done, without hesitation, without fear and without guilt. When he released his sperm inside me, I almost passed out with the feeling of his life inside me again. I had to have the feeling again and again.

He took four pictures.

And that's where I am today. I'm fucking James as often as I can.

I also have figured out that Cassie is fucking James as well and probably Sage too. Over the next few weeks James has had photo sessions with Mareen, an incredibly beautiful neighbor and Donna, a cashier at the local supermarket. I assumed he was having sex with them too.

I managed to get a few minutes alone with Cassie and confirmed she was having regular sex with James. I told her I wasn't concerned about it and confessed that I was also having sex with her brother. She wasn't surprised.

I did ask her if fucking James had anything to do with her wearing short dresses around the house all the time. She laughed. "Good guess," she admitted.

"No panties?" I asked. Cassie just smiled.

"Easy access?" I further asked.

"And quick," Cassie confessed.

"How often?" I asked without expecting an answer.

"Maybe a dozen times a day. Maybe more," she told me. "Just for the fun of it," she added. "I love the feeling of him inside me if only for a few seconds. We save the best times for the morning and the night."

"Incredible," I admitted. "Would you mind if I wore dresses more often?" I added.

"Not if you don't wear panties," Cassie said with a smile.

"I guess we'll have less laundry in the future," I concluded.

"If you don't count the sheets," laughed Cassie.

With Cassie's help I managed to all five of James' models together to discuss what I knew and suspected. We met one evening at the local pub when my husband Ralph was working late. I confirmed that we all had posed for James. Verification that we had all provided intimate pictures for him was slightly more difficult to confirm but all admitted their participation after a short discussion.

Confirming that we were all having sex with James was more difficult. In particular, Mareen was uncomfortable. She was married and concerned about her husband's reaction if the information was to become public. Donna also revealed that she was also married but she wasn't concerned about him at all. She had told him and, before he could react, she reminded him that he was fucking two women where he worked. When Cassie revealed she was fucking her brother and I added that I was fucking my son, Mareen capitulated and joined the consensus.

We then had a conversation about what, if anything, we should do about it. Nobody was willing to give up sex with James. I understood their reluctance. If their experiences with James was anything close to mine then I wouldn't have given up sex with James either.

We then agreed that we needed some assurance that we could continue to fuck James without interference. That came down to our husbands. Somehow, they needed to know and not have a problem with it. Donna's husband was already settled. He didn't know the details but Donna was sure he feared more about the reactions of the husbands of the women he was screwing than creating an issue over Donna's activities.

That left Clayton, Mareen's husband and Ralph, my husband. Mareen suggested that there were only two options she considered possible. The first was to bring Clayton into the mix, making him part of the group in a manner similar to Mareen herself. That meant that the rest of us, the four other women, would necessarily have sex with Clayton. It wasn't an easy solution. Even Mareen didn't want to level the playing field with Clayton by offering him sex with five women while she only had two options.

Mareen's second option was to somehow get Clayton involved with another woman and then trade her activities for his. We had no idea how well that would work let alone making it happen.

My problem was significantly different. After I drove us home, Cassie and I sat in the car in the driveway and discussed the options. The most obvious option was to make Ralph aware of the relationships she and I had with James without revealing anything about the other three women.

Ralph was already the beneficiary of wildly increased sex with me and he had to have some suspicions but hadn't questioned anything. The greatest barrier to that solution was the real possibility that Cassie would be having sex with Ralph. She didn't have the same attraction to her father as she did with James and I wasn't sure I'd be comfortable with Ralph poking under Cassie's dress without her panties. I was hoping to keep him busy poking under my dress.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a rare Friday evening when all four of us were together to watch a movie on the television. A week earlier I had flashed Ralph in the bathroom, revealing the absence of panties under my dress and encouraged him to fuck me over the counter. I wasn't expecting it, but he came inside me with more energy than I was used to. Later that evening, I cornered him in the dining room and insisted he enter me for a few seconds. After that, he began to wear shorts or workout pants with elastic waistbands and without briefs.

Cassie selected a movie for us, a Ryan Reynold's romantic comedy. Ralph settled on one end of the sofa and I sat next to him. Cassie was on the other end of the sofa and James in a large chair next to her. With the lights off, Cassie started the movie.

I wasn't very interested in the movie. I moved to Ralph's lap and pulled up my skirt from underneath me. Then I began to work on Ralph's elastic waisted workout pants, pushing them down and encouraging him to lift up so they would clear his ass. He tried to discourage me but without real intent. I freed his erection and, with some help from him, managed to position it so I could slide down with it inside me.

"Are you crazy?" whispered Ralph. "The kids are right there."

"Any your point is?" I whispered back. I leaned forward to let him see Cassie and James. Cassie wasn't on the end of the sofa anymore. She was positioned on James' lap similar to how I was positioned on Ralph's lap, only her skirt was up around her waist and James' shorts were around his knees.

"Are they ... you know?" Ralph whispered.

"Are we?" I asked.

"But they're brother and sister," Ralph stated.

"And we're husband and wife," I stated. "We love each other. They love each other."

"They can't have children," he declared.

"Neither can we," I agreed. "Would you prefer that Cassie and I change places?"

"You're insane," he insisted.

"I'll take that as a complement. "Let it go and enjoy the movie and being inside me."

I wiggled around to improve our contact. Ralph moaned softly. "Don't moan," I reminded him.

That worked until Cassie moaned. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of soft moaning.

"No happy ending," I told Ralph. "Hold that until later. Right now, just know that having you inside me is all I need right now."

One hour and forty-eight minutes after it had started, the movie credits finished and the screen went dark. I had managed to keep Ralph inside me all that time. Occasionally, his ardor would decline and I would wiggle around until it returned. I had also managed two minor orgasms and Ralph was still holding off until later.

I slid off him, stood up, straightened my dress and helped him off the sofa. I waited while he pulled up his pants and led him to the bedroom. I glanced back at Cassie and James. She was no longer sitting on his lap. She was straddling his hips and riding up and down on him with intent. I got Ralph out of the room before he noticed.

Sex with Ralph in the bedroom established a new standard. Ralph insisted he was experiencing the longest lasting erection of his life and proved it with a vigorous twenty minutes of fucking me. I had three orgasms before he forced his contribution to the fluids collecting in my vagina.

I fell asleep in his arms. Sometime later, I woke with Ralph gently stroking my breast and rubbing my nipple. "Oh. That's nice," I cooed.

"Connie," Ralph started. "How long has that been going on?"

"How long has what been going on?" I asked.

"James and Cassie having sex," he clarified.

"Months. Maybe longer," I told him.

"Why didn't I know?" he asked.

"You just didn't notice. It's not something you'd expect them to announce," I said.

"You knew?"

"Almost from the beginning," I admitted.

"And you don't have a problem with it?" he asked.

"What could I have done?" I asked. "They love each other and they were going to do it no matter what I said. At least this way they don't have to sneak around and deal with the guilt."

"Is this something resulting from James photography?" Ralph asked.

"I think you may be right. James did take some nude photos of Cassie," I revealed.

"Oh. I think your assessment could be correct. Have you seen the pictures?" he asked.

"I have," I confessed. "Would you like to see them?"

"Not now," he said. "Did James take pictures of you?"

"He did."

"Nudes?"

"Yes. Would you like to see them?" I asked.

"I would," Ralph said with a smile. "Did you have sex with James?"

"Would you be upset if I had?" I asked.

Ralph was quiet for a while. He continued to stroke my breast and rub my nipple. "You had sex with him," he declared.

"You're not the only one who benefits from my wearing dresses without panties," I admitted.

"How long?" he asked.

"When did our sex life suddenly expand from once a week to twice a day?" I asked.

"Oh."

"Do you object to me having sex with James?" I asked.

"Not if it means going back to once a week," he answered truthfully. "Should I be having sex with Cassie?" he asked.

"Only if Cassie wants to have sex with you," I told him. "It's different than fucking me. She could get pregnant and I'm beyond that problem."