A Model Mother Pt. 05

Somehow, Emily made it through a day of selling copy after copy of the magazine where she, the cover girl, invited readers to wank and cum on her tits, without locking the doors on some random guy, dropping to her knees again and inviting them to do it for real. The situation was ludicrously exciting.

She was finding it harder and harder to resist, and she knew almost any of the guys visiting her shop would jump at the chance. But she also knew that if she wanted to be allowed to continue trading, she'd need to be more discreet than that -- at least most of the time anyway.

Most of the passing trade stopped around seven, it was her chance to relax again. She was closing her eyes and considering flicking the butterfly vibrator back on when the bell on the door rang. Looking up, she saw the pretty face of Shannon.

"Oh, hello!" Emily smiled warmly.

"Hi!" Shannon smiled back. "I was passing, so thought I'd drop in."

"You said you would. It's nice to get a visitor. How's things?"

Pleasantries were exchanged before Emily revealed what had happened with Graham, the young barman she'd invited back to the shop yesterday evening.

"Emily! What the fuck! You've got a thing about younger guys, haven't you? He's the same age as me!"

Emily had wondered whether she had a thing for younger men. It was true that Graham, Shannon's brother Richard, and Ryan were all much younger than her. And there was something really gratifying about making a horny, inexperienced young guy's dreams come true.

Shannon didn't know, but Emily had also sucked her father's cock last week. This was at least as exciting to her. So, on balance, Emily didn't feel that age was too important. For her, the only really important thing was that a man had a nice, hard cock for her.

Emily told Shannon all about her fun with her old classmate Graham, and again couldn't help but notice her increasing interest in the detail. Shannon had a rising envy of Emily's uninhibited life. In truth, if it wasn't for the fact that her fiancé Stephen, Emily's son, wouldn't like it, and that she'd earn a reputation, she'd have no problem doing exactly the things that Emily, unhindered by such trivialities, actively sought out and enjoyed.

Shannon knew she'd be reliving Emily's experience, in her head, when she and Stephen had sex that evening. Stephen was the reason for her visit.

"So, I've been thinking about what we were discussing yesterday..."

During their drunken meet up yesterday afternoon, it had been agreed that Emily needed to make her son aware of her new modelling career. If she didn't it was only a matter of time before he found out for himself. She was becoming a regular in the magazines on the top shelf in her shop, so it was a surprise he didn't know already.

"Yeah, about that..." Emily adopted a sheepish expression, biting her lip and grimacing slightly. "I think the situation has changed quite a bit since yesterday."

"What? Shannon frowned in disbelief. "What else have you done in the twenty-four hours since I last saw you?" Emily pointed over to the top shelf, where a few copies of 'Park Lane' still remained unsold.

Shannon did a double take, looking up at the magazine, then back at Emily, then back again a couple of times, her jaw dropping.

"Emily! Oh my god!" was all she had to say. She rushed over and picked the magazine up, examining the cover thoroughly before opening it up and turning to the start of Emily's shoot.

That Emily could be found inside the pages of these illicit publications was one thing. But being there on the cover, the figurehead of that month's magazine, enticing people to look inside where she'd be fully exposed for all to see, that was something else.

Emily watched Shannon carefully. She spent a long time taking in each and every picture, giving an audible gasp when she got to the centrefold. She then retraced her steps, looking at each picture with what could have been distaste or admiration, she gave away nothing.

Emily noticed her reading the disgusting little quotes alongside the shoot, shaking her head in what she assumed was disgust at her future mother in law declaring her love for stranger's sperm.

Eventually Shannon raised her head and made eye contact.

"Jesus Christ Emily!"

Emily heaved a sigh of relief, as Shannon's expression was not, as she'd feared, one of disgust and disapproval. If anything, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Oh Shannon. I've been beside myself all day -- so horny! I never dreamed in a million years I might one day be on the cover of a magazine. But like this! Can you imagine standing behind the counter whilst man after man hands over his money for the magazine with you on the cover, inviting anyone who feels the need to wank over you?

"And knowing that on the inside they'll find you spread across the centrefold, everything out on display. And they'll be rock hard, pulling those cocks frantically over you, reading about how much you love to be covered in stranger's spunk?"

Shannon could feel Emily's excitement, her intense arousal at this bizarre situation she'd very carefully and deliberately manufactured for herself. It was contagious, and Shannon found herself trying to imagine how she'd react if she was in this situation.

"Emily," Shannon replied, slowly. "This is so difficult for me. On the one hand, you are the mother of my fiancé. I feel like our relationship is becoming very different to how it's supposed to be."

She paused, again flicking through Emily's pictures in the magazine.

"But on the other hand, I feel like I've got to know you now, and you're a friend. And I can't deny that I'm fascinated by the things you are doing -- jealous even, if I'm honest."

Emily wasn't expecting this.

"Jealous? Really?"

"Yes. I know this probably isn't what I'm supposed to say -- I'm marrying your son for fuck's sake! But if I wasn't, if I was a single woman, and I had no worries about friends or family finding out... Let's just say I might be right alongside you. I've been struggling to sleep at night, I can't stop thinking about the things you've told me."

"Thanks, Shannon." Emily said. "It's really nice to feel like there's someone who might understand the stuff I've been feeling. Do you think I'm OK?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, like you say, it's not normal, is it, all of this? I tell you what I've noticed. I get guys approaching me all the time -- at the party, here in the shop, in the pub, whatever. But as soon as they make a move, that's the end of any interest I might have.

"But when I'm feeling like I need some, I don't know, some illicit encounter of some kind, I'll just offer myself up to the first suitable guy."

"Like Richard?" Emily hadn't known it at the time, but Shannon's brother Richard had been a grateful recipient of one of her invitations and had happily masturbated over her breasts. Emily grinned, safe in the knowledge that Shannon bore her no ill will -- she seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing.

"Exactly!" Emily smiled. "It's like I need the thrill of seeing the reaction as some stranger suddenly realises he's going to see me naked, to get his cock out and just pull himself off all over me. It turns me on so fucking much. But as soon as he's done, it's 'see you later' -- I have absolutely no interest at all in getting to know a guy, sharing interests, hobbies, going to the cinema, none of that."

"You sound like most men's ideal woman!"

"I know right?"

Emily went on to tell Shannon all about Pavel and what she now realised was a bit of a sexual awakening.

"I think I probably made up my mind, subconsciously, that it wasn't worth getting attached to a man. But I've discovered I crave exposure, male attention. I get such a rush, such a thrill, when I know I'm the object of desire for a guy. And then that feeling multiplies with each man. I'm absolutely fine with all this, what I've been doing. I'm really hoping you aren't going to try to get me to stop, for Stephen's sake."

Shannon remembered why she was here, tearing her eyes away from Emily's moist and open cunt on the pages of 'Park Lane'.

"I wasn't. To be honest, I was hoping you had some ideas. All I know is he can't find out that I've known all about it, and not told him."

"That puts the onus on me. I know, it's obviously my responsibility, he's my son. I've never really... what do you think his attitude is to, you know..." She nodded at the magazine, still open at Emily's set.

"Porn?" Shannon said. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean most guys look, right?"

Right on cue the door opened and a man in his thirties strolled in, making straight for the display of magazines. Emily smiled at Shannon, nodding over to him as he did a double-take, looking over his shoulder at Emily, then back at the cover of 'Park Lane'.

"Yes, it's me!" Emily called over to him. "That one's been selling like hot cakes today, you'd better buy it if you want it, it's going to sell out soon enough!"

Shannon stepped to one side as he approached. She noticed that Emily didn't move the open copy of the magazine on the counter, meaning her centrefold was staring blatantly at the man as he handed her a five-pound note.

"I hope you like it!" she called after him as he turned, tucking the magazine inside his jacket.

"Oh my god!" Shannon gasped, wide-eyed. "I know that guy, he drives the bus I get to work! I can't believe you just left that there for him to see!" Emily's picture smiled out at them, cunt spread wide.

"Well, he's taking it home with him anyway, isn't he?" Emily laughed. "I do this sort of thing all the time, now. It's fun, the guys like it and so do I!"

Shannon couldn't help but laugh along. Emily's attitude and sheer lust for exposure was infectious. She found herself agreeing with the older woman -- why shouldn't she have her fun like this -- who was it harming? Certainly not the male populace of the town it seemed -- not least her brother, who'd had a noticeable spring in his step in recent weeks.

"Yeah, well, we still need to work out what to do with Stephen. The truth is, we've not spoken about anything like this, you know, porn. You brought him up -- you must have some idea what he'd think about it?"

"You'd think so, wouldn't you. I do remember he had a poster of one of those page three girls on his wall, when he was younger. Oh yes, and there were a couple of dirty mags under his mattress. I used to pretend I hadn't noticed them when I made his bed."

"Oh really?" Shannon raised her eyebrows. "Well then, he's got to understand a little bit, right?"

Emily still had no idea how to approach this, but accepted Shannon's invitation over to dinner the next day.

She arrived with a bottle of wine, and enjoyed Shannon's meal, telling Stephen what a lucky boy he was to have such a beautiful, intelligent and capable young woman agree to be his wife.

After dinner it was time.

"So, listen, both of you." Shannon caught Emily's eye and smiled. She'd been looking forward to this, in a weird way. Stephen's reaction would tell her a lot about her husband-to-be.

"I wanted to tell you both as you are going to find out yourselves, soon enough. I've found myself a little career, outside of the shop I mean. It's something I've really been enjoying, is making me quite good money and it's something I'm going to continue doing for the foreseeable future."

"Oh, OK." Stephen said, curiously.

"Yeah. This thing is, it's... how can I put this. It's something that is going to get me noticed. Has already got me noticed, to be honest. And some people might not like it."

There was silence, Stephen looked confused. Shannon eyed him curiously.

"I've been modelling," she continued. "Glamour modelling. I've been really well received."

She paused to let this sink in.

"Wait, do you mean..." Stephen was registering what his mother was talking about.

"I mean nude modelling, yes, Stephen." Shannon hadn't heard that tone before, it was one Emily reserved for times when she needed to exert her authority over her son. "It's probably easier if I show you..."

Emily reached into her bag and produced a copy of 'Mayfair'. It was this month's copy. She'd only discovered she was in it when one of her pervs had mentioned it this morning.

She loved this set, and it was less explicit than a lot of the work she'd done, so she thought it suitable for the occasion.

"Mum! What the fuck! I don't want to see that!" Stephen had stood in shock as his mother made to show him her work.

"Well, it's going to happen at some point, and I'd much rather this way than you finding out from a friend or something," Emily countered.

Stephen steadfastly refused to look. Emily couldn't force him, but she continued.

"I hope you can understand, Stephen. It's something I'm really enjoying, and I need you to accept it."

"What the hell mum! You do realise I have friends who are going to see this stuff. And what about your friends? And family? What about Shannon's family?"

"Well, I don't really think it's anyone's business is it? I'm not doing anything illegal, am I?"

"No, but it's not... What brought this on anyway? You're nearly forty!"

"Are you saying I'm too old to be attractive, Stephen?" The tone had sharpened, and Shannon watched Stephen's indignance retreat as quickly as it had arrived.

"No! No, of course not. But you can be attractive without... this!" He gestured towards the magazine, which Emily had placed on the table.

"But I like... this." Emily retorted, copying his gesture. "I don't know if you realise how much I sacrificed for you, some might say the best years of my life. Well now it's time for me to have some fun. Are you going to tell me that's wrong?"

"No, but..." Stephen looked to Shannon for help. "What do you think?"

Shannon had been silent, trying to act like she was unaware.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I mean, is it really that bad?"

"Can you imagine what your mum's going to say? Or your dad?"

Shannon had, in fact, thought about this long and hard. Her Dad she didn't think would be a problem at all. Her mother would definitely be interesting. But in a funny way she was looking forward to watching her realise what Shannon was marrying her into.

"I know Mum will have something to say about it," she mused. "But honestly, I think that's her problem, not Emily's. Your Mum is right, it's not a conventional job, sure, but where's the harm?"

Stephen, like most young men of his age, had a little collection of porn which he'd kept hidden from Shannon, assuming it would be a problem. He was wondering if perhaps his girlfriend might not find this as disgusting as he'd assumed she would. But that didn't mean it was OK for his mother to be doing this stuff. His mother!

"Well, I'm sorry, but if you are asking for my approval, I don't think I can give you that," Stephen said stubbornly.

Emily decided it was best to leave him to stew, and Shannon saw her out.

"I'll work on him," she winked as she closed the door.

Emily wasn't sure if her strengthening relationship with Shannon was normal. She knew that nothing she was doing these days could really be classed as 'normal', but she knew that she was likely to prove a good ally. She hoped that the fact she'd sucked off Shannon's dad last week wouldn't be an issue, if she ever found out.

Shannon came back into the shop the next morning. She worked at the same supermarket as her brother, and Emily's shop was opposite the bus stop which took her in.

"How did it go then?" Emily said immediately.

"Oh, it was OK actually. I left him alone with the magazine, and I know he had a look. Then I came back in, and we had a look together. I think it helped that I was very positive about it all. In fact, Oh I probably shouldn't tell you this..."

There was no surer way to make Emily demand to know what Shannon meant. She assured Shannon that whatever she could tell her was fine.

"Oh OK. Well, we looked at your pictures. It's a really good shoot, Emily. I think you look so beautiful. And so sexy. Obviously, Stephen isn't going agree, but I told him he should be proud to have such a desirable mother."

"Thanks!" Emily smiled warmly.

"Yeah, so I flicked through the magazine, I wanted to get him to admit that he liked it, the other girls, you know? And so, I was teasing him quite a bit, reading him some of the stories. And one thing kind of led to another..."

"I get the picture," Eily smiled "It's fine, I'm glad you two have fun together, and you know I'm no prude. So did he admit that he likes to look at the other women then?"

"Not in so many words, but that Asian girl, right after your bit, set him off and he made a right mess, all over me!"

"Really," Emily smiled. She liked that her son's girlfriend felt comfortable enough to tell her about her son ejaculating on her. And she was very happy he had someone who wasn't going to be a shrinking violet -- he needed a confident woman.

"Good! So, he can hardly act all high and mighty. All over you, you say?" Shannon laughed and slapped Emily playfully.

"Yes! My hair was all matted, I had to let it dry and comb it through this morning!"

"Oh dear! But there's something lovely about getting all messed up like that, don't you think?"

Another customer came in and this train of thought was lost. Shannon's bus was due, and she left with a packet of cigarettes and an assurance that she'd continue to work on Stephen, to make it clear that she was fine with his mother's behaviour, and he should join the 1990's.

The following month Emily was again a cover girl, and again it was one of the seedier titles which featured her on the cover -- this time it was 'Shaven Havens', and she was delighted to see that she'd made the centrefold once more.

'Shaven Havens' magically became the magazine most obvious on the top shelf, and she again made a large order -- in total she asked for two hundred copies. Last month's 'Park Lane' had seen its sales in her shop increase from thirty-six the previous month, when Emily was not featured on the cover, to one-hundred and forty-three, when she was.

However, she'd actually sold out more than a week before the next issue arrived, so she thought two hundred was quite a realistic number.

"Oh my goodness, you are still modelling then?" Will, a semi-retired bank clerk who'd been coming in since she opened, and regularly bought a magazine, was holding Emily's cover and reaching out with a five-pound note.

"I certainly am!" Emily said proudly. "I never thought for a moment I could do something like this, but I love it, I really do. I'm doing so many shoots, I'm popping up all over the place -- I can't keep track myself. They even seem to be putting my pictures on those dirty ads at the back, you know, the phone sex ones!"

"Oh dear! And you don't get any say in it? Surely you have some control over what gets published and where?"

"I don't mind, honestly. I quite like knowing I might just pop up on any page."

"I imagined you'd get paid per appearance, no?"

"It doesn't work like that, not for me anyway. I just do my shoots and am paid for them. After that, they can publish me anywhere they want!"

"Really? That all sounds a bit unfair to me -- you are really getting popular, it seems. I would have thought you should be getting rewarded for that?"

"Maybe," Emily shrugged. "I guess I could ask for more money for the shoots. But I'm really enjoying it, and I'm seeing the rewards in other ways -- my sales are through the roof!"

"Quite! And I can't say I'm surprised. I must say. I mean, I liked Mike, god rest his soul. But it's most refreshing having you here, and seeing you become a celebrity before our eyes," he nodded down at the magazine, where Emily was spread wide on the cover, arm concealing her nipples and an almost transparent gusset just about hiding her shaven pussy lips.