Friendly Neighborhood Pornographer

Thanks to Erin with whom I had the conversation that inspired this story!

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Not again! The thought screamed in my head.

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My name is Gabriel Rios and I own a few buildings around town.

You see, I had an aunt I was really close to growing up and when I say close to, I mean closer than any boy should be to his aunt. This aunt also had the fortune of winning the Powerball. So, when my aunt won the lottery, she did the "only smart thing she's ever done in her life," as she put it, and hired a financial advisor to invest her money. This financial advisor helped her invest and grow her portfolio eventually making her wealthy and not just rich. And all of this happened before my fifth birthday, so to me she had always been the rich and fun aunt in the family; the life of the party and, consequently, the one my mom never got along with, though I'm guessing that was because my aunt never shared in her wealth extravagantly with her, but that's just my opinion.

When I turned 18 she decided that if I was old enough to smoke, enlist, and/or be charged as an adult then I had the right to get drunk so she got me a fake ID and took me out to party and "celebrate properly," as she put it. Incidentally, that's the same night I lost my virginity to one of her friends who, in her own words, "thought I was cute."

I still remember her name, Norma. Apparently, that night was also her bachelorette and I was her farewell BANG before tying the knot. At that time being 5'10" and an athletic 165lb I was a very good bachelorette gift for her. My 7" and girthy dick wasn't too bad of a surprise for her either, but I'll share that story another time.

It wasn't long after that that my aunt began to invite me over to her place more and more as I was her only nephew and being in my late teens and then early twenties, I was the only one able to keep up with her. At first it was going over for a few drinks with her friends. Then, seeing how I'd done such a good job with Norma, to be one of her friends' dates whenever she would hook up with some guy and her friend had no company. Before long, those dates turned into each of us going to a room in her massive apartment to fuck our respective partners. Then that turned into fucking our dates in the living room in front of each other, effectively having mini orgies. Until, finally, the day came when my aunt invited me over but there was no guy for her or girl for me and she told me, "Gabs," she called me Gabs, "I've been dancing around this for long enough. Aunty needs your cock and you're gonna give it to her." So yeah, having had a massive crush on her for years and being a virile 22-year-old, I stripped completely naked before any other words could come out of her mouth and I started fucking my centerfold looking aunt right there and then. And by centerfold, I truly mean it; 36D tits, a luscious bubble butt forming an almost perfect hourglass figure, and long, wavy auburn hair that contrasted beautifully with her emerald eyes.

For three more years I served as my aunt's fuck-toy. Sometimes she'd invite some of her girlfriends to join or she'd pick up a guy and we'd both fuck her at the same time, but It was always me who'd she turned to for a proper lay.

Sadly, after those three years, she passed away in a freak sky-diving accident. I'll spare you all the gory details and skip to where I started, which is where I got the money to buy myself some buildings. Seeing how I was her favorite (and only) nephew and how close we were she opted to leave 60% of her estate to me while leaving the remaining 40% to charities.

And so, with my newfound fortune, I quickly got to work and hired the same financial investment firm my aunt had hired and put my money to work. I invested in some old buildings on the edge of areas that were quickly becoming gentrified (yes, I'm an asshole gentrificator), renovated them all, and turned some into office spaces and others into apartments. Affordable ones, too, to appeal to younger tenants and up and coming families. And believing so much in my projects I decided to live in one of my buildings, a trendy one closer to the hipper part of town that had an industrial, lofty feel to it.

With that we are brought full circle and the, not again! thought that ran through my head. You see, the building I live in is a pretty small one. It's a six-story building with three apartments per floor except for the sixth, which is mine and takes up the entirety of the floor. But that's neither here nor there. The point is that the thought crossed my mind because I got a call from my building manager to let me know that one of my tenants on the third floor, Ms. Richards, was late with her rent. Again. For the ninth time in 18 months. I'd done my best to help her out. I had even put her on a payment plan to help her catch up but for the last three months she hadn't paid a cent making the total she owed a whole lot of money. Not to mention what she already owed in the payment plan.

I had been indulging in one of my hobbies/side hustles when I got the call. Said hobby/hustle? Taking erotic photography. Well, not really "erotic" per se, it's more... explicit. Really it was porn. I ran a porn studio from my apartment sometimes. Usually amateur stuff. A lot of the models being some of my aunt's old friends that I kept in touch with over the years. But this time, when I got the call, it really just pushed me over the edge of being pissed off. So, I asked Norma, yeah, that Norma, that we'd have to continue some other time while I dealt with some other business. With that I made my way down to the third floor to Ms. Richards apartment while Norma dressed. And seeing how worked up I was I just banged on the door.

Not long after Ms. Richards opened the door, "Oh, hello, Mr. Rios! How can I help you today?"

Her cheery demeanor caught me off guard and the fact I'd been working before coming down here had me thinking about sex, too, so I couldn't help but take in her amazing figure. At 36, Ms. Richards was very well kempt. She dressed elegantly in a pencil skirt that showcased her wasp-like waist and a silky blue blouse that helped conceal her ample 36D breasts but not all that well as they were still noticeable and enticing. I had to collect myself again and replied, "Good afternoon, Ms. Richards. Listen, I think you know exactly why I'm here," I said assertively, "It's been 3 months!" I blurted out suddenly.

I had prepared to come in cool and collected but the thoughts of all the back rent and the payment plan she owed me were beginning to make my blood boil again. But I didn't want a lawsuit on my hands, so I took a deep breath and calmed myself and said, "You owe me three months' rent, now, on top of the payment plan we arranged before. It's really hard, impossible even, to ignore at this point.

"At this point we only have a few options," I continued, "You either pay up fully or..." I suddenly became very aware of my camera. In my altered state I hadn't even noticed that I didn't leave my camera back in my apartment and my sight wandered down to it stopping at mid-sentence.

"Or what?" she asked, her question suddenly bringing me out of my reverie. "I don't understand what you mean? Perhaps we can talk about it? Please come in," she continued. Her cheery demeanor suddenly unsettling with the thoughts that were running around my mind.

As I stepped into her apartment, I had the feeling of floating, not fully in control of my body. And to add to the surreal situation I was also greeted by her 18-year-old daughter, Kayla, who was sitting on the sofa doing homework, I guessed, considering she was still in what appeared to be a private school uniform. I was struck by how similar they both were, Kayla being a younger version of her mother but all in all pretty much the same.

"So, Mr. Rios," Ms. Richards spoke up behind me, "what can I help you with?"

At that moment all the thoughts I'd been having began to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle that now made sense. My camera, the situation, the mother and daughter. Thoughts of my aunt also coming into view and the plan in my head began to form.

"So, here's the deal," I said firmly, my strength and confidence gathered along with my rapidly formulated plan, "I think I've been a pretty good and understanding landlord, don't you think?" I asked rhetorically and I saw her nod in agreement. As she did, I took the opportunity to look around at both mother and daughter, their similarity uncanny. "And I think I've been pretty generous with the payment plan we worked out for you to catch up on your rent. But, Ms. Richards, that payment plan was contingent on you not missing any more rent payments and now you're three months behind again," I made sure to emphasize saying "again." I could see the worried look on her face. She knew where this was going, or at least she thought she knew. "So, I have a proposition for you."

The worried look on Ms. Richards' face slowly turned to hope at the thought of a proposition, perhaps a new payment plan, she might have considered. So, I continued, "I have another business I run on the side besides owning these buildings. It's a bit of an artistic-type business." Suddenly the whole situation seemed very amusing to me and regardless of the outcome I really wanted to see what would happen next. "To pay off your debt I would like to photograph both you and your daughter," I finished in a straightforward manner.

After saying that I saw Ms. Richards' face turn while Kayla didn't seem to have picked up on anything yet. It was like the air had been sucked out of the room for her and she was trying to figure out how to fix the problem. So, before she could object, I continued, "I usually pay my models $750 per session. You do the math, but it'll be a few sessions before you're all paid up."

With my proposition now out in the open I studied her expression. It was dread, confusion, but also resignation. And, suddenly, indignation. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, "are you suggesting that my daughter and I get naked for you to take pictures of us? You want to turn us into porn starlets? Are you sick or something?" she exclaimed incredulously. Maybe she thought that if she feigned indignation I'd reconsider.

It was at that moment that the whole thing started to dawn on Kayla, and she asked her mother, "Mom? What does he mean?"

Ms. Richards, not knowing what else to say just responded, "It's OK honey. It'll be OK."

Looking back at me Ms. Richards tried to gather her courage and, defiantly, said, "This isn't right, you know. I'm well within my rights to I call the cops."

Her threat of calling the police made my blood boil again, who does this lady think she is? SHE'S THE ONE LIVING HERE RENT FREE! But I kept my cool and I snapped back, more assertively this time, "That's right Ms. Richards, I am suggesting you pose for me, naked. In fact, what you're probably thinking is what I want to see. Both of you completely naked and playing with yourselves. Let's call it, hardcore erotic pictures." The look of shock on both of their faces was priceless to me then but I needed to continue, "And guess what, making porn in this state is perfectly legal. So, go ahead. Call the cops. I'M not the one that's squatting in MY apartment!"

I cringed at my last comment realizing how harsh it had come out. Much harsher than I intended it to be and I immediately regretted it but at the same time I couldn't let it pass, either, so I stood my ground with what I had said.

Dejectedly she raised her gaze and looked me in the eye and said, "So what do you want us to do?"

The question hung in the air, thick with the tension of the encounter until Kayla cut in, amazed that her mother would even consider it. "Mom! You can't be serious?"

"We don't seem to have a choice, honey," she told her daughter. "It's either this or..." the promise of what could be left unspoken.

"Please, Mr. Rios!" Kayla begged. "There has to be something else we can do!" she continued to beg; disgust and fear etched on her beautiful face.

"Just a few pictures in our underwear and that's it?" Ms. Richards interjected hoping to change the scope of what I'd already told her.

At that point I knew it was a done deal and nothing was going to change that, so I ignored her question and told them to stand up. Ms. Richards easily complied but Kayla stayed seated and looked up at her mom, "Stand up, baby. Let's get this over with." And as her daughter stood next to her, I once again noticed the uncanny similarity between both of them. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn they were sisters, but the mature air with which Ms. Richards carried herself along with the very light crows-feet around her eyes were enough to let someone know she was older.

As I eyed mother and daughter side by side, I couldn't help but notice the contrast between their outfits. Mom in her formal business attire of pencil skirt, silk blouse, and heels; daughter in her plaid skirt and white button down. I couldn't help but notice that Kayla's skirt was much shorter than I remembered those skirts being and I couldn't help but leer at her legs.

"Let's start with what you're wearing under your clothes," I stated but I could tell that Ms. Richards immediately understood what I meant.

"Panties and a bra. That's it," she said, her daughter turning to look at her surprised that she immediately picked up on what I meant.

"That won't do," I replied. "Do you own any lingerie?" I asked and I saw her nod understandingly. "Good, why don't you go put that on and we'll wait here. In the meantime, Kayla and I will let some of the natural light in."

With her instructions dealt, Ms. Richards headed to her room and pushed the door shut behind her, though not all the way through. Both Kayla and I heard her rustling in there and I spoke up again, "Let's get all these blinds and curtains open, OK?"

Kayla moved slowly. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but it was also clear she would do whatever her mom told her to, so she helped me with the setting up of the area. And just as we were finishing up, we heard the door creak slightly making both of us turn towards the sound.

Standing there was a stunning vision of a woman. Ms. Richards had opted to stay in her underwear and not put her clothes back on. She had chosen a matching set of black panties and a pushup bra that accentuated her amazing 36D breasts, and all of that accompanied by a pair of black sheer hold-up stockings and 4" stiletto heels. I'm sure that if my camera hadn't been hanging from my shoulder at that moment, I would have dropped it.

"Mom!" the sudden shriek from Kayla drew me back to reality. "There is no fucking way I'm putting something like that on! You look like a slut!"

An odd air of confidence was emanating from Ms. Richards at that moment. It was like her entire personality had changed. I'm not sure if it happened when she came out of her room or at being called a "slut" by her daughter, but she made her way to where we were standing putting an extra strut to each of her steps. As she stood next to her daughter, with her eyes cast down, I could see a faint smile on her lips as she said, "Now what, Mr. Rios?"

Having hesitated slightly at watching her display I needed to assert myself once again and decided to ignore Ms. Richards and I trained my attention to Kayla addressing her statement, "No Kayla, you're not putting something like that on." I turned to her mother then, placed my index finger under her chin and lifted her face to have her look at me and still speaking to Kayla said, "You're going to be sluttier." And I again saw that odd grin on Ms. Richards' face, I could have sworn she was now openly smiling at the situation.

Undeterred, however, I continued, "Do you have some long socks or hold-up stockings like the ones your mother is wearing?" She looked straight at her mother. Her odd smile still on her face, I saw the look they exchanged, and Ms. Richards nodded. That is when Kayla turned to look at me and nodded as well. "Go put them on, then," I said, "and hurry. Oh, and Kayla, I wouldn't be upset if you wore heels, either. Your mommy looks so slutty in hers I bet you would too," I finished leering perversely at her.

As both Ms. Richards and I watched Kayla make her way to her room I said, in as much a reassuring tone as I could muster, "It'll all be OK, Ms. Richards." And turning back to her, watching her smile, "Who knows, you might even enjoy it." It was at that moment that I knew I had her. Her smile grew wider. She WANTED this.

As the realization that Ms. Richards was now going to be mine unconditionally washed over me, we heard the tell-tale click of heels on hardwood and we both turned to admire Kayla coming back to join us. As requested, she had opted for some hold-up white stockings with matching 6" fuck-me pumps that made her appear taller than her mother. Quickly joining her Ms. Richards wrapped a tender arm around her little girl and said, "I'm so sorry, honey. But mommy promises this will be over soon." Then turning back to me she incredulously asked, "So just some pictures in our underwear, Mr. Rios?"

I smiled at both of them and ignored the question, the second time she had asked it. The sight of these two sexy women having an irreversible effect on me I reached down and adjusted my now obvious hardon to try to be as comfortable as possible.

"I think we can dispense with the niceties at this point, don't you think Ms. Richards, I mean, Dawn?" I asked, knowing her name from her file.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Rios," was her quick reply.

"Please, call me Gabriel."

"OK," she said, licking her lips, making sure I noticed, "Gabriel."

"OK, then, why don't you girls start posing over here. Just, do what comes naturally. Act however you feel like." I lifted my camera and started snapping away at both of them as they moved around. Awkwardly at first, not sure as to what they should be doing. But it wasn't long before Ms. Richards, I mean, Dawn started to feel more comfortable and confident and began to take control. She moved around the area, her luscious tits swaying back and forth, and I could see that with each bounce a little more flesh was being exposed. Soon after Kayla followed suit, also moving around, her young, firm tits bouncing in her tied-off button-down shirt.

It didn't take long for the mother and daughter duo to begin touching each other, embracing and posing for my camera.

"Is that enough, Gabriel?" Dawn suddenly asked but she didn't stop moving and posing. "Are you getting all the pictures you needed?"

I noticed then that Kayla was transfixed by her mother's breasts, zooming in with my lens I noticed that Dawn had managed to get the very edge of her areolas to begin to peak out of the cups of her sheer bra. And this didn't seem to escape Dawn, either.

"Just a few more," I answered Dawn, though I knew we weren't nearly done and so did she.

Noticing how entranced her daughter had become seemed to excite Dawn even more and she began to pull at the straps of her bra, letting one fall and pulling on the other, her nipples peeking here and there. She also began to paw at her daughter's body; lifting her skirt and showing me her bare ass, the string of her thong disappearing between her wonderful cheeks.

Inspired by her mother's actions, Kayla returned the favor as she cupped at her mother's breasts, tweaking her nipples, caressing her ass. She half-heartedly asked, "Are you getting good pics? Are we almost done?" but not seeming to care.

Noticing an opportunity when I saw one, I quickly turned the camera to video mode hoping I had enough memory available and put on my director's hat.