Double Exposure

She scrunched her nose. "Sorry, this feels kinda weird. I'm a little tingly."

I tried to clear my throat. "Rest assured the feeling is mutual. Shall we?"

"Put me where you want me," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

I nodded, attempting to chase away taboo thoughts.

"Kelly, I'm gonna need your help." I said. "You see that silver thing over there," I pointed to my duffle bag. "I need you to grab it for me. You're gonna be my Bounce for these photos."

She got up, dusting the sand from her arms. "Okay.... What does that mean?" she asked as she picked up the object, a folded up disc.

"You'll see. Hold one side and give it a firm shake." I said and watched as she did exactly that.

Instantly the tension released and it unfolded creating a large, flat disc one yard in diameter. One side was a soft white fabric, the other a highly reflective crumbled aluminum.

I continued. "Your job will be to use the sun to bounce light back into our models face. Kinda like a soft spot light."

Kelly flipped the disc around in her hands with a smile. "This is pretty cool."

I chuckled. "Glad you like."

I surveyed the area. "Alright, so..." looking around. "Mom, let's start with you in standing in the surf. Kelly, I'll need you behind me, crouching low over here. Sound good?"

They both nodded and assumed their positions. Mom, shifting her weight between one foot and the other as waves washed up behind her. Kelly, squatting down, the reflector in front of her illuminating our mother. The sun was my last fear, as it had just begun to set.

"Okay, we are going to have to do these real fast with quick changes. We have about an hour light left." I said.

They both nodded.

"Alright, Mom, look right here. Remember how we made the last looks more fun and flirty? Well these need to be more flirty than fun. You good with that?"

She smirked, placed one hand on the small of her arched back, pushed her ass and chest out as she leaned forward.

"Like that?" she asked.

I could hear Kelly giggling behind me. "Our Mom's the best."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Perfect," I said and started snapping away.

The hour blew by in a heartbeat, though I had begged for each second to remain longer. I couldn't determine what was more enthralling; watching our mother through my view finder, or catching her between shots with my own eyes. She was like a different person, as if something she had caged up had been released.

She began to sway in place, rocking her hips to songs that only she could hear. Her eyes fixed to the lens, beckoning for the viewer to come closer. Her lips would purse, or part to allow a deep breath, or even feel the momentary caress of her tongue if she felt inclined. She toyed with the camera, toyed with me, even Kelly who never said a word except during changes which were not that frequent. But, true to their promises, were quick and expedited. Perhaps due to the sparsity of covering, but it felt like only a second would pass from when she went in to when she came out wearing another suit always slightly more suggestive then the previous.

She had been wearing the last suit, a light blue string bikini when we moved to the boulders. She leaned against a rock, looking at us over her shoulder. The fabric framed her ass perfectly. Tight, and curvaceous. A string from the tie hung low and brushed against the shelf of her buttocks as it blew in the breeze. I couldn't help but grow jealous.

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"Beautiful," I said rotating to portrait.

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"Lift your chin up a little."

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"Nice. Hold it."

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"Now shift your weight and lower your right arm a little."

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"Good. Now a little more."

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"There you go. Perfect"

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"Perfect," I whispered.

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She was certainly a sight to behold. Tempting. Alluring. Captivating and so much more, yet at the same time, in the back of my head, I kept having to remind myself that this was our mother. The woman who birthed us, raised us, and supported us all our lives. I had to keep reminding myself over and over because it was in those moments when I stopped, that my mind began to wonder what her skin tasted like. How it would feel to run my fingers through her hair. To nibble on her neck or feel the weight of her ass cheek in my palm.

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Kelly's voice suddenly broke the sounds of the shutter.

"Mom, can we try something?" she asked.

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"What is it baby?"

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Kelly shifted her weight, keeping the remaining light from the setting sun upon our mother.

"While you face that rock, could you maybe reach back and untie the top?"

Shit Kelly, you are not helping my situation.

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She continued, "Don't worry, we won't see anything."

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I couldn't believe my sister would ask that, but I was even more shocked to see Mom's fingers slowly sneak back and latch on to a strand, and then gently, slowly, pull it free. With a soft snap, the knot came undone leaving Mom's bare back exposed.

"How's that?" she asked her daughter while looking at me.

"That's hot, Mom. Very sexy," Kelly said.

I couldn't help but take in her form. Though she was not completely topless, save only a strand wrapped around her neck, her open back was incredibly sexy. I feared I was losing a battle within myself. I almost forgot to continue.

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I heard Kelly's voice again. "Now take a step back, Mom."

She did.

"Now one more."

She did again.

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"Now lean forward, keeping your legs straight."

Our mother reached her hands out and slowly walked her palms down the boulder, pushing her ass out to us. The fabric tightened around her waist pressing deep into her crotch. It clung so tight, so snug against her that I could just begin to make out the shape of her woman hood. The edges of the fabric shimmered, more so on the moisturized skin deep within her inner thigh. The logical part of me blamed the mist of the waves that hammered the rocks, or even the lotion she had applied earlier. But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if this glimmering skin, this moisture was dripping from excited lips beneath the bottoms.

A soft breeze brought something new to my attention. Her top swung low leaving her chest hidden in the shadows. Her breasts were hanging free, the undersides softly illuminated by Kelly's light. My eyes strained, searching deep in the dark for the rest of her. Perhaps it was that desire, that carnal and taboo lust that convinced me, but for the briefest of moments, that I saw her nipples, hard and dark and prickled with the same goosebumps that rippled across her skin.

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Slowly, to the beat of the crashing waves, she stood back up, her top falling into place covering her chest. She rotated, facing us and retreated to the rock, arching her back against the surface.

Her hips rocked back and forth as her hands rubbed against her skin.

"How am I doing, Jason?" she asked.

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My blood pumped as I watched her hips sway.

"Perfect."

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Her hand snaked up across her stomach, fingers trailing across her skin.

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"Raise your hands higher," I said.

Slowly they rose.

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"Cup your breasts," I said.

Her hands went over the top.

"No," I said. "Go under."

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Her eyes fixed on mine as if seeing me through the lens. Slowly she snaked her hands beneath the top, caressing each tit with her hands. She squeezed, and began breathing harder.

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She raised an eyebrow. "Still think I'm reserved?"

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"Fuck no," I breathed, perhaps a bit too loud.

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Her breath caught short, as if she had tweaked her own nipples. I paused and looked at her over the camera. She winked at me.

"Anything else?"

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My mind went a mile a minute as I began to feel my stomach tighten again.

"Bring your hands to your hips," I said, and she did.

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"Hook your thumbs into the straps on each hip."

She slipped her right thumb into the waistband.

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"Both hands."

She hooked the left side.

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"Good. Now pull them out just tad."

She did, lifting the waistband away from the skin.

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"Perfect. You're such a natural, Mom," I said.

"Same to you," she replied.

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"Now, without going too far, pull them down just half an inch. Make it look like you were taking them off." I said as I squatted down.

Mom hesitated for a moment, and then peeled back the waist just one tantalizing inch, revealing an extra strip of skin I had never seen before. The band had resealed just below her hip, showcasing the slope of her pelvis before it disappeared under the covering.

"How's that?" she breathed.

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"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

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"Now," I smiled, "Go ahead and pull them off," I joked.

Mom stopped, looked at me a moment. Then, before I could apologize, her hands moved lower, taking the bathing suit with it.

Kelly's breath caught in her throat as we both stood transfixed, watching our gorgeous mother slipping her panties off. I began snapping away, photo after photo; I didn't want to miss a fraction of a second. It was intoxicating, watching the fabric peel off her skin, rolling backwards like peeled fruit, which in many ways it was.

Lower and lower she went until suddenly a thin line of hair appeared; Kelly's masterpiece. It was almost like a beacon lining up my vision and letting me know what was to come, and based on the sudden throbbing in my shorts, my cock was begging to know as well. And there it was, the final moment where I knew in one second's time, I would be seeing the loins from whence I came, and the most anticipated region I had ever wished to see. Just one second more.

It was then that she stopped, and in one fluid motion, pulled the suit back up in place.

"There you go," she said with a wicked smile. "All done."

I sat there dumbfounded. This must be the visual equivalent to blue balls.

"You're such a tease, Mom," Kelly laughed behind me. I had honestly forgotten she was there.

Mom walked toward us, retying her suit behind her back. She was so very proud of herself. She stood over me with the biggest shit eating grin, leaned down and kissed my head.

"That was so much fun," she said. "Thanks for talking me into this." She rubbed my head, the same way she would when I was five.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head as I stood. "Hey, it's what I do."

"And you do it well." She stood up straight, hand on hips. "Now, who's hungry?"

Chapter 3.0

Over an hour later we found ourselves at a crowded bar... or perhaps it was more of a pub? Regardless, it was much closer to home. The walls were paneled in what appeared to be a deep cherry wood dimly lit by small rectangular wall sconces. There were no booths, only tables of thick oak, where not a one had gone unscathed by carved vandalism.

We sat at one of these tables along the wall, each with hamburger, a full pint and a single pitcher of ale in the middle.

I raised my glass. "Here's to your first shoot as a designer, and yours as a model!" I cheered over the ever constant murmur of the crowd.

They both smiled wide, holding up their glasses as we clinked them together and took a deep swig.

"Wow!" Mom exclaimed, "That's strong! What is it?" She indicated to the beer.

"It's an IPA, Mom," Kelly stated wiping her lips of suds. "It's a strong beer so go easy."

Mom seemed to scoff. "Oh please, I've been drinking since before you were born."

"Okay... Just warning you," Kelly backed down.

We turned our eyes back to the bar. Though it was Friday, it seemed pretty active for this early in the evening. The other two must have been having the same thought.

"It seems a bit packed for a dive bar to you?" Kelly asked.

Mom looked around, holding with two hands a monster sized hamburger. "I'm not sure. Never been here before," she said before taking a monster sized bite.

I was about to say the same when I spotted a slightly overweight bearded man in a plaid shirt grab a microphone. He held in his other hand a well used notebook, corners bent and darkened.

"Ladies and Gentlemen it is that time of the week!" The announcer's voice reverberated throughout the pub to scattered hoots, hollers and applauds.

"Oh shit, is it karaoke?" Kelly groaned.

I shook my head. "I don't think so..."

Mom and Kelly looked at me quizzically.

"Trivia Night." I said as I pulled out a pen and pad of paper from our condiment stand.

"It's Friday night Trivia!" our bearded friend confirmed. He sounded like he was announcing a boxing match. "Make sure each team has a pen and paper. Four members per team. No cell phones, tablets, laptops, or any item that takes batteries. Twenty questions in all. Tie breaker goes to the best team name by applause."

"We doing this?" Kelly asked as I flipped to a blank page.

"Sure," I said. "Why not? It'll be fun. You down, Mom?"

"Mm-hmmm" she said while finishing off her meaty sandwich.

"Jesus, Mom!" Kelly exclaimed in disbelief. "You destroyed that thing."

"Momma was hungry," she said licking the sauce off her fingers.

"You don't say..." I mumbled in slight disbelief.

"Question number one," he bellowed. "What famous..."

I'd like to say we decimated the competition, but to be honest with you, I have yet to go to a trivia night at any bar and say "Wow, that was easy." Luckily, between the three of us, we at least played to our strengths. We felt pretty solid on thirteen out of twenty, and were shooting for the moon on the rest.

"So we feel good on this?" I asked handing the sheet to Kelly for her review. She glanced over the answers.

"As good as we'll ever be. Mom?" She handed it to her.

She just smiled and held up her hand signaling 'okay'.

"Okay then... Shit! We need a team name!" I exclaimed.

"Just put 'Team Awesome' or something," said Kelly.

"Wow, seriously?" I looked at her. "I'm trying not to be an asshole and all here but that is probably the lamest team name I've ever heard."

"What's it supposed to be then?" she asked.

"Anything. Best ones are witty in some way. It's a bar, play to the audience."

"Something dirty then," Mom chimed in.

Kelly and I shared another look.

"Well this can get awkward real fast," I said.

"Quit being so uptight," Mom said with a slap. "How about.... Friday Night Threesome."

We shrugged. "It's okay. Miles closer than 'Team Awesome'," I joked. Kelly retaliated by throwing a french fry at me.

I tapped the pencil against the table. "Hmmm... Periodic Table Dancers?"

They chuckled and shook their heads.

"Ass is the New Vag?" Kelly threw in. Mom raised an eyebrow.

"I like it, but..." I said to which both Mom and Kelly laughed.

"Cunning Linguists?" Mom threw out.

I laughed out loud.

"I missed something here," Kelly said.

"It sounds like cunnilingus," I informed my sister. Her furrowed brow remained.

Mom sighed. "When a guy eats you out, honey."

"Mom!" Kelly said, cheeks blushing.

Mom just shrugged. "You're the one who likes the ass."

Our announcer was rounding the tables collecting the answers. He was one away from ours.

"He's almost here, just give me something."

Kelly shrugged. "I don't know, 'Fuck Condoms'. Just put that."

"I am learning so much today about you two," Mom joked.

"Here he comes," I said as he approached.

"Fuck it. Just do the ass," Mom said.

"I really wish I heard the beginning of this conversation," the announcer stated as he approached our table. I wrote down our team name and handed him the pad. He read it over, chuckled and couldn't help but eye my two companions. He walked away with an approving nod to me.

"What'd you put down?" Kelly asked.

"I went with yours. 'Ass is the New Vag'."

Mom seamed to sulk as she poured another glass. "I really liked Cunning Linguist."

"I feel like we are learning so much about you two," I said. Seriously, oddest day of my life.

"Mom," Kelly said, "Your phone."

Mom's arm was illuminated by a soft glow coming from the screen of her smartphone.

"Oh shit. It's a voicemail. I didn't even hear it ring." She grabbed her device and left the table.

Kelly and I were left alone.

"Well Sis. It's been a long day. I hope it turned out the way you wanted."

She shrugged, holding her beer with two hands. "We shall see. It was a lot of fun though." She smiled. "How long until the photos are ready?"

"I was hoping to do some tomorrow and the next day if need be. I don't really have anything else on my plate that's as time sensitive." I poured myself another pint. "Actually, with the way the night's going, I might as well stay at the house. I left my computer there so I can stick around." I leaned back in my chair.

"That would be awesome!" Her eyes shimmered brightly. "Thanks again," she said, "I mean it; you are a life savor. I would be so screwed without you. And, it was soooo much fun." She raised her glass. "Here's to a wonderful day."

"My pleasure," I said as I clinked my glass to hers.

Her fingers drew shapes in the condensation of the glass.

"Jason, can I ask you a question?"

I nodded.

"You're not dating anyone, are you?" she asked, though it felt like more of a statement.

I took a deep breath. "Not really. I tend to stay really busy. Especially as of late." Unfortunately, it was true. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess... I found your condoms in your overnight bag. Did you know they have an expiration date?"

"I did, but I don't think-"

"They expired last November."

I raised an eyebrow. "No shit?" Well that's embarrassing.

She nodded, smirking. "So I take that to mean Big Brother hasn't been getting any?"

I rolled my eyes, sighing, "Nope."

"Not even from the models?"

"Mm-mm," I replied. "I mean don't get me wrong, I've tried, but I don't know what it is. Kinda in a slump but at least my work keeps me distracted."

Kelly nodded. "I hear ya there."

"Really?"

"Yup," she said. "Been focusing on school so much that I haven't had the chance to go out and meet some boys." She chuckled, "It's funny, because sometimes I'll watch a movie or read a story or stumble upon something dirty online and I'm like BAM, instantly horny. So I'll either go downstairs and work, or work on my downstairs," she said with a wink. "Some of the stuff mom wore today was created in a fiery urge to fuck."

If I had been drinking something, I would have spit it out right then and there... for the second time today. Kelly didn't seem fazed.

"I'm surprised Dad hasn't wondered why we go through so many batteries these days." Her eyes focused on nothing as she picked up her dill pickle and took a crisp bite. "So Big Bro, how long has it been?" she said, turning her attention to me.

I tilted my head. "Since my last..."

"Bonin'," she smiled.

I took a deep breath, eyes looking to the ceiling as I traced back my memory. "Probably over a year." I brought my gaze back to her. "You?"

"Close to the same, give or take a week. I stopped counting after six months."

I laughed. "What a sad bunch we both are."

"I know, right?" she responded. "I guess it's good that you don't shoot nudes or you'd probably have a heart attack. Been a while since you saw a vah-jay-jay," she teased.

Then her eyes narrowed as she scrunched her nose and smiled.

"It's too bad."

"What?"

A mischievous sparkle twinkled in her eye. "It's too bad you didn't get to see my handy work with Mom. Would have fixed that problem right away."