In the previous chapter: Mom was overweight, and Dad left her for a younger chick with a skinnier frame. I helped Mom go on a healthy diet and exercise routine until her optimal weight was achieved. I took pictures of her, displaying her perfect form while exercising, but she hurt her back. I massaged her, and both got aroused in the process, ending with her giving me a BJ. Later on, we also had sexual intercourse.
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That night, Mom and I went to sleep spooning.
I woke up, and she was gone. On the kitchen table, she left me a message, 'Your body warmed me, and I hated to get out of bed, but I promised my boss I would start early today. I'll see you when you return. Love you. Mom.'
It was no wonder at work my brain was occupied more often about the prior 24 hours with my mother than the work at hand. Fortunately, my sense of responsibility took over, and I postponed all important decisions for a later date; hopefully, by then, my gray matter would overcome the highly emotional part of my brain.
I arrived home at 5 pm. Mom must have spotted me through the partly open window because when I opened the door, I saw her wearing a sheer baby doll with nothing underneath, sitting on the bed with both knees bent, leaning backward on one hand, while the other elbow on a knee, with her palm touches her chin, her eyes were barely open, and red hot lipstick on her pouty lips.
I gazed at her, and slowly but surely, a bulge began forming in my pants. She noticed it immediately and claimed innocence, "Honey, I was just trying new exercises..."
"Doing it with a transparent lingerie, having red lipstick on, with a Marylin Monroe seductive eyes? Of course, I believe you... In this pose, you look very sexy. Stay the way you are; I want to photograph you like that."
"You promise that nobody else will see the pictures?"
"I will never show anybody."
I dimmed the light slightly, to make it more mysterious and romantic. I shot her pose from different angles.
"Let's take the opportunity to capture you as a model in additional photos."
Next, I instructed her to lay sideways on the bed with her face pointing to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, her hair spread nicely above her head, and her arm slightly bent, touching her hair loosely. It was a very erotic pose.
"Honey, are we done? I want to see your artistic photos."
"Mom, one last pose."
I stood her up with her body at a 30 degree angle, one leg somewhat bent in front of the other, her face seen in profile, lips parted, eyes shut, and her closer arm hugging the back of her head.
After taking a few pictures, I showed Mom. She watched slowly, and then I saw tears in her eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"From a fat cow, you turned me into a sensual model. I am 48 years old, for god sake! If not for you, I would have never looked like that and feel as good. You are the best son ever!"
I smirked, "In that case, do I deserve to abuse your body again?"
She kissed me, "Anytime, honey."
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"Mom, is your back not hurting anymore?"
"Not since your massage... Sorry, I meant to say I still feel it now and then, and sometimes it's really bad. Do I get another massage?" She winked at me, grinning.
"Mom, you are a conniving, naughty lady. Shame on you. I'll tell you what: In the upcoming weekend, the weather is supposed to be nice: Partly sunny, with temperatures in the 70s. Let's go to the park and I'll photograph you there. This time, I will not try to highlight your sexy side but your natural beauty and your new figure. We can have a picnic there by the pond."
"Sounds good. Before we go, tell me what you would like me to wear for the pictures."
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Before driving to the park, I suggested to Mom to wear a short-sleeved floral blouse, a short, summery skirt, and nice sandals. I insisted on a touch of makeup and light red lipstick because these would help her face show more contrast in the photos.
I inspected her before we left and commented, "Mom, you look perfect. If you weren't my mother, I'd ask you for a date. If I was lucky; by the end of the evening, I'd reach first base."
She laughed, "Danny, dear, at this point, if you are striving higher, try to go for fifth base."
We took with us a basket with vegetables, fruit, low calorie snacks, and a bottle of Chardonnay.
The drive was less than half an hour away. We parked near the small lake, sat on a bench, put the food on the wooden table, and started munching while watching the ducks playing in the water. It was very peaceful and calm. I glanced at Mom. Her face radiated joy. No wonder. Very infrequently, she visited the outdoors. She stretched on her seat, closed her eyes, and faced the sun. She looked especially beautiful. I pulled my camera from the basket, and before she realized what I was doing, I started shooting her in that natural pose.
She opened her eyes, noticed me aiming the camera at her, and smiled, "Honey, you have to tell me when you photograph me. I want to look my best."
"Mom, you still don't get it. You don't have to do much to look great. The poses I orchestrated for you before were intended for a specific purpose. Trust me, I am not going to keep a bad picture. I'll delete duplicates, unfocused ones, or those I capture with your eyes closed when I want them open - You'll appear gorgeous in each photo."
"I see you are in the mood to use your sophisticated camera. Any requests?"
"Yes. If you finished eating, I'd like you to stand with your back to the lake. A shot of you smiling with the nice pond and ducks in the background should be a good one."
