Mom's Surprise Ending
Chapter One
Freddie was a Gemini and that meant he had a lot of projects going at the same time. Unfortunately he never finished anyone of them. His latest project was photography and so he got a new camera for his birthday. She even bought him an inexpensive laser printer. His mother expected he'd be outside chasing birds, or over at the Rose Garden shooting roses. It would have been nice if Freddie printed some nice flower pictures to hang in the living room.
His camera was a Canon, not one of those high end Canons costing over $5000 but it was a PowerShot. With this pocket camera Freddie could shoot most anything -- especially his mother, Connie.
Now nineteen, Freddie thought of going to college. He wanted to join the Navy, then maybe become a pilot. Then too, he could earn big money and become a plumber! He learned fast, and got bored just as fast.
He kept his eye on Connie, whether she was doing the laundry, or outside in the garden. He was looking for 'targets of opportunity' as the military would call it.
When Connie was in the shower, Freddie was waiting for her to get into the tub. He knew he's get a good shot of her backside and maybe even a profile shot of her boobs.
The camera flashed.
"Freddie!" Connie shrieked, her arms swiftly covering her straining tits.
Her son laughed, running out of the bathroom.
"Damn you!" she called through the open door. "I knew I should never have bought you that camera!"
Connie was sitting in the tub, surrounded by scented bubbles. She had not expected her son to dart in and take her picture with his new camera. She had been startled, to say the least. For a while she sat fuming, embarrassed more than angry with him.
Ever since she had given him the camera last week, he was sneaking up on her and taking a picture, sometimes when she was in awkward positions. Like the time two days ago when she had been on her hands and knees, her head shoved under the kitchen sink, searching for a box of Brillo pads she knew she had, but couldn't find. Her shoulders had been down, her ass in the air, and her skirt had lifted. He had shown her the shot, and she had blushed at what she saw.
The backs of her slim thighs were shown, of course, but she had not expected to see the slight bulge of her cunt against the crotch of her panties. She had asked him to delete the shot, but he had jerked it back and run off, laughing. He even had one of her sitting on the toilet, but the only thing that showed then was her knees, her panties on them.
Now he had one of her tits, her naked tits. He was becoming bolder with the camera, she knew, and she felt it was time to say something, yet she didn't want to say anything that would damper his enthusiasm.
She found it oddly pleasant that her son took pictures of her. It caused a funny little tingle in the pit of her stomach. She didn't mind, not really, as long as he didn't show them to anyone. She thought of the fun he'd have with those photos. She visualized a group of college students sitting around, looking at her body in full color, her tits exposed, her panties dangling, them frantically pulling on their peckers. It amused her in a way, but it also embarrassed her.
She washed the soap off her body, standing up in the tub as the water drained, and keeping a wary eye on the door. It was still open as her son had left it. She turned the shower on and let the stinging spray rinse the rest of her body free of soap. She was reaching for the huge towel when she saw her son peek around the door at her.
"Freddie! I'm warning you!" she yelped, jerking the towel about her body quickly. "Take one more picture and you're going to get it, young man!"
"Get what, Mom?" he giggled.
"You'll find out," she said, holding the towel protectively over her flawless tits, making sure it covered below her crotch.
"Promises, promises," Freddie taunted. Then he did something that made Connie gasp, he stepped into the open, grabbed his crotch and wiggled his balls.
"Eat this!" he said, then raced away, laughing gleefully.
Connie had frozen with the towel barely hanging on her body, her mouth and eyes wide. He had never done anything like that with her. She was more surprised than angry at the moment, wondering where he could have learned such an obscene gesture. Freddie went to church with her and was very religious.
She got out of the tub after turning the shower off, slipping to the door and closing it. This time she turned the lock. Feeling secure, she dried herself with the towel, then she realized she had not brought fresh undies with her. All she had was the towel. She peeked out of the door, afraid her son was lurking there with his camera. But he was not around. She opened the door wider. Her room was about five feet away, and she made a dash for it.
She felt, more than saw, the camera flash go off.
She felt the heat of it on her thighs and ass, and with a yelp, she raced into her room, slamming the door. She had no idea where her son had been hiding; she had not seen him. Leaning against the closed door, she felt the coolness of the wood, and realized her towel had flapped as she ran, that her ass had been fully exposed. With a flush on her face, she moved to her dresser, looking at herself in the mirror.
Connie was a lovely woman, a beautiful woman. She had deep, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes, wide-spaced. Her nose was small and straight, and her mouth full, moist. She was of average height, her features soft, yet smoldering with fleshy promise. Letting the towel fall to the floor, she looked at her tits. They were heavy and firm, her nipples tilted upward. She knew her breasts were good, and looked like the breasts of a woman in her twenties. Connie was close to forty. She had gained a few pounds but it only made her more voluptuous.
Maybe that was why Freddie shot those pictures of her. Maybe he had secretly stashed some of those girlie magazine, and wanted to see how his mother compared with those beauties. Somehow, the thought made her feel good.
Her stomach was a bit rounded, her waist narrow. Connie's hips flared and flowed in a graceful curve to her smooth thighs. They were thick thighs, tanned to a honey color.
She looked down at her body in the mirror, seeing the thick patch of her pussy hair. It was shaped like a fan, with a very thin line growing up to her dimpled belly button. The hair was very thick, concealing the pink lips of her cunt. Running her hand through her pussy hair, she parted the slightly puffy lips, seeing the tip of her clit barely visible. She couldn't resist running the tip of her finger over it.
Selecting a pair of white shorts, she wiggled her firm ass into them, sucking in her stomach to zip them up. Sliding her arms into a summer sweater, she noticed her nipples poking against it. Connie gazed at herself again in the mirror, and felt something that sent a shiver through her.
She wanted her son to take pictures of her! Well, why not? Maybe he could take pictures of her and Judy together. Judy was her sister. They'd always been intimate together before Connie got married.
A woman feels sexy when she's being photographed. It was if the camera could sense her inner self, could even smell the odor of a wet pussy. She was sure it would be fun and she could flaunt herself, maybe even turn her son on a bit.
The thought startled her as much as Freddie's camera flash did.
"You crazy bitch," she whispered to her reflection.
Wondering if such thoughts were due to her lack of fucking, she sat on the edge of her bed, thinking. Connie was married, but her husband was in the Army. She saw him maybe once or twice a year, and then only for about a month. What sex life they once had was no longer there. Now it was mostly her and Judy.
In the beginning, when he started going out on deployments, Connie had suffered with frustration that almost drove her up the wall. She learned, with difficulty, to cope, using her fingers and hands to satisfy the craving in her privates.
