Incestuous Photo ShootbyHeyAll©
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My mother and I had recently moved into a new apartment in down town LA. She had just gotten divorced from her second husband of a few short years and was on her way to getting back on her feet again. We settled in just fine as I began my second semester at a nearby university, while my mom was looking to resume her career in the modeling industry.
But at 45 years old, my mother, Donna, now found herself struggling to get hired for jobs she normally would have no trouble getting. She was still a very beautiful lady having that California beach blond look most men go crazy over; with her wavy blond hair, a golden brown tan, and a perfectly fit 5'7" body to top it all off. But no matter how gorgeous she looked, there was still the issue of this city having more models than anyone knew what to do with. And of course there's the long lay off she's had from working in this business.
My mother always used to complain, 'There isn't much modeling work for women my age,' when looking for a new job.
All of that changed when she recently met a man named John. She never said much about him other than he was a very wealthy businessman and that he was paying her a lot of money for small gigs. She was vague about the type of work she was doing for him. But the only thing that mattered to me was that our financial worries were gone and that it was the happiest I've seen her in a very long time.
Incestuous Photo Shoot
"Mark, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," my mother said as we finished dinner. "I know this sounds a little odd, but remember that person I've told you about who's been hiring me lately? Well we've been chatting, and when I told him I have a 19 year old son, he expressed a lot of interest in having you participate in some of our shoots."
"Really? I don't know about that mom. And even if I was interested, you know I'm not a natural in front of the camera like you are," I replied.
"I understand how you may feel about this and how you don't always enjoy being in front of the camera. But he has a lot of connections with local modeling agencies and he is willing to put in a good word for me if we do this. Plus he'll be paying a lot of money- $10,000 dollars for about an hours work."
"$10,000 dollars for modeling? Jeez, that's a lot of money he's throwing around right there. What does he want me to do anyways? And why does he even want me there at all?"
"Absolutely that's a lot of money, which is why I intend on keeping him happy," she said, sounding defensive in her response. "He's interested in adding family photos to his collection. It's difficult to explain, in fact, I'm not fully sure if I understand it completely myself...but...well...he's sort of got an odd fetish I think. When he brought this up, I was under the impression that he has a liking for this type of thing."
"Oh god, mom...please tell me you don't mean what I think you mean."
"It might be," she replied, almost looking embarrassed. "At least that's the vibe I got from him when he made the offer. I mean the type of questions he was asking and things he was implying about what he wanted us to do..."
I cut her off right as she said that, "Implying? Like what?"
"Well...he asked things like if I still kiss you good night, and how I felt about possibly showing him that in front of the camera..."
"...Okay, now I know that this guy is a weirdo. There's no way in hell I'm ever going to do anything for him," I told her.
"Now wait a minute Mark, I know how odd this may be for the both of us, which is why I've given it a lot of serious thought before asking you. But think about how much is at stake here. He's willing to pay us $10,000 dollars in cash; even more if he likes what he's getting. On top of that, he's going to put in a good word for me to all of his friends so that I can get more modeling work. Now all we'd have to do is just pose for a few pictures, which will never be made public, maybe share a small kiss on the check here and there, and that's it! Besides, that education of yours doesn't come cheap mister. And neither does this apartment, so think of this as helping your mother out a little around here."
I was impressed by my mother's strong case and replied, "You definitely make a great point there. Fine, I guess I'll do it..."
She raised her eyebrow. "You guess? You don't sound so sure of yourself. I won't do it unless you're absolutely sure about this."
"Fine, I'm 100% sure about this mom."
A broad smile suddenly appeared on her face and she got up to give me a big hug. "Fantastic! I'll give him a call tomorrow morning to make an appointment."
***THE PHOTO SHOOT***
(One week later)
The studio was exactly what I expected it to look like. It was a large spacious area with camera equipment and different backdrops and props lying around. It also had areas for dressing and make up. The only real surprise to me was how few people were there. There was only the man who was hiring us, a male photographer, and a female assistant. But then again, this is a private session.
John was a man in his 50's. He had a very serious look to him when I first met him, but his mood quickly turned around when he saw our ID's and family photos confirming that we were in fact mother and son. He then insisted on showing me around the studio to chat while his assistant was helping my mom with her wardrobe and make up.
"So has your mother told you what we'll be doing here today?" he asked with a smile.
"She gave me an idea, sure, but she was pretty vague about the whole thing. It seemed like she didn't know much about this either other than it was family oriented."
"Then let's not concern ourselves with the details then," he said, flashing another smile. "The only thing you need to do right now is relax- don't be nervous. Keep in mind that this will only end up being pleasurable for you and the both of you will be well compensated."
I was struck by his last words and the emphasis he had on the word 'pleasurable.'
He continued, "I've been fortunate to experience many different things in life. So now, I've decided that I might as well spend money on something that I've always wanted but couldn't experience on my own. The best part is, none of us will have to worry about the consequences here. The two other people here work exclusively for me and have all signed confidentiality agreements; and we've worked together for a long time and I trust them. No one will ever know about this."
Before I could reply, my mother came out of the dressing area wearing high heels, a plain white dress shirt, and dark grey colored pants that a business woman would wear. It was also clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath as her nipples slightly protruded from her top and her breasts hung free. She looked incredibly sexy.
"It looks like we're ready to begin," John said.
The shoot was simple at first. It was just me and my mom striking simple poses while the photographer took pictures and the other two looked on.
A stool was brought out of me to sit on where we took a few more pictures. But this time, they were slightly more intimate with my mom having her arm around me, planting a few motherly kisses on my check.
"Donna, I want you to unbutton the top part of your shirt," John instructed.
Me and my mom were both stunned by what he had just asked her to do, and how brazen he was in asking for such a thing.
"But I'm not wearing a bra," she told him.
John casually replied, "I know. I'm the one who picked your outfit. Now do it, and make sure your son can get a good look inside."
"Now wait a minute, you never mentioned anything about..." my mother replied boldly before being cut off.
"...I didn't. But you knew what this was about when you brought your son here. And let's not forget how much I'm paying you and helping you with my connections. Now start unbuttoning your shirt, we wouldn't want your son to wait any longer."
She looked defeated as she held her head down for a moment and slowly began undoing the top buttons on her shirt as the camera kept clicking away. I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest even though no one was telling me to look at this point. And as her top became open, I found myself becoming aroused at my own mother's body for the first time in my life, particularly the clear view I had at the side of her breast. She had a contrasting bikini tan line, where her body was nicely tanned, but her breasts were pale white.
"Open it wider so your son can see what's inside," he commanded.
My mom gave up any opposition she had to any of this as she lifted one side of her shirt revealing her bare breast. Her large nipple immediately grabbed my attention and I'm sure everyone else's in the room. It was bright pink and looked stiff as it was pointing straight forward.
"Now I want you to nurse him the way you used to do it many years ago," John said in a serious manner.
To my surprise, my mother didn't put up a fight as she completely opened one side of her dress shirt and gently pulled my head down to suck on her nipple. I obliged as I took one of her most private areas inside my mouth. I immediately began sucking on my mother's long and thick nipple, rolling it around in my mouth, and flickering my tongue across it as the camera started flashing like crazy.
I found myself enjoying this simple sex act on my mother. She was enjoying it as well as she started moaning and rubbing her hand through my hair from her son sucking her large nipple.
"I love seeing you get pleasure out of this Donna, and it appears your son is as well," John said.
I stopped sucking and we both looked at him. He was looking down at my crotch to my growing erection, which my mother noticed after he pointed it out.
"Now why don't you be a good mother and take care of that for him," he continued. "I'm sure he would love it. Take care of him the way you've been taking care of me these past few weeks."
"Oh god, you CAN'T be serious about this John..." my mother replied in horror.
"I am serious- serious enough to double your salary for this session. I'll give you $20,000 in cash if you give your son a blowjob right now."
My mom looked like she gave it a serious thought for a moment before looking me right in the eyes with a bewildered look. It was the type of look which said, 'I'm sorry, but I'm going to do this,' as she got down on her knees and began undoing my pants.
She didn't hesitate to grab my semi-erect penis once it was freed and insert it inside of her mouth. The camera immediately started flashing in a frenzy the moment she started sucking. More flashes followed each time my mother bobbed her head back and forth on my now swollen cock.
It felt amazing. I'm no stranger to sex, but this was different. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be pleasured by a mature woman who was experienced sexually. She was sucking my cock so hard that it almost felt like the grip of a hand, only covered with warm saliva and a wet tongue. Her face and cheeks even started to look caved in around the shape of my cock.
For that moment, I didn't care that I was being orally pleasured by my own mother because of how fantastic it felt. And my mother didn't care that she was sucking her own son's cock because she was being generously paid for it for it. So for the next few minutes, she continued giving me a blowjob while the others looked on in disbelief that an actual mother & son would ever do such a thing with each other.
"I'm about to cum...I'm about to cum..." I panted.
"Good," John said. "Now I want you to stroke yourself and finish in your mother's mouth."
I did what I was told as I grabbed a hold of my hard-on after my mother had spit it out of her mouth, and I began stroking myself. She held her mouth open waiting for my cum. And for the first time since she started sucking my cock, we looked each other directly in the eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I couldn't tell if she enjoyed doing this whole thing or not, but it looked like she didn't hate it either.
Seeing her in such a vulnerable position with one of her breasts hanging out was more than enough to send me over the edge with a major orgasm. I kept furiously stroking my saliva covered cock and flooded my mother's mouth with cum. She didn't flinch either at the first few squirts, showing how experienced she was at this. Finally, as I finished, she closed her lips and made a loud *gulp* noise, signaling that she swallowed my entire load. She finished by kissing the head of my penis a few times before licking her lips clean.
"Are you mad at me?" my mother asked, breaking the awkward silence in the car.
"Of course not," I replied. "It's just...a little weird...that's all..."
"I know it is, and I apologize for putting you in that awkward position in front of strangers you've just met- not that it would have been okay in private of course. Obviously what we just did isn't normal and should never be mentioned to anyone. I'll tell you what, this weekend I'll take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. It's my way of thanking to you."
"That sounds great mom. But you can stop with this guilt trip you're having, it wasn't that bad. You're acting like you just gave me a root canal or something," I replied.
She turned to me and grinned as she stopped at the red light. "You loved it didn't you? I should have known. And to think, I felt awful inside thinking I've traumatized you in some way that entire time you were sucking on my nipple, and afterwards when I gave you that blowjob. What male your age wouldn't have enjoyed that? Even if that blowjob was from your own mother."
"Okay mom, now you're making me feel awkward," I joked before we both started laughing.
"You're right; you know how much I love teasing you sometimes. But in all seriousness, I know that it was highly inappropriate and I hope you don't bring it up again. It was just for that shoot, nothing more."
"Sure, I understand. But there's one I thing I've been wondering about; what did John mean when he said you've been taking care of him?" I asked.
"Well if you must know, I've been sucking his cock in the dressing area these past few weeks after we finish a shoot. The photographer too sometimes if I really like the pictures he's taken."
"Jeez mom, did you really have to put it like that?"
"You asked!" she fired back. "And I didn't hear you complaining about what I do with my mouth when you blew your load in there."
She was right.
***A FEW DAYS LATER***
"I just got off the phone with John," my mother said as she walked inside my room. "He was telling me how much he enjoyed our last meeting and how it's all he thinks about these days. To make a long story short, he's willing pay us more money for another private meeting. This time it would be at his place."
"Well I can't say I'm that surprised, that was one hell of a show we put on for him..."
"Look, I can understand if you don't want to go. But please remember that he has already paid us a lot of money and is responsible for revitalizing my career in this industry. I'm already getting some good job offers because of him. And I'm not getting any younger here either. I only have so many years left in this business, and I don't know how to do anything else," my mother pleaded with complete sincerity.
"Mom, I'd love to do it," I told her as I reached out to hold her hand.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh thank you so much for this. You have no idea how much this means to me and how grateful I am. Even though I said those things in the car as a joke, I know how tough this must be for you. So thanks again, I really owe you for this."
"Don't mention it mom. It's the very least I could do for you, for everything you've done for me..."
She left my room thinking how much of a sacrifice I must have been making for her, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She had no idea how much I've been thinking about her since the moment the last photo shoot ended. I didn't care if she was my mother or not, I wanted her. But I knew I could never act on it. But with this opportunity, I was given permission to possibly go even further with her.
***A BIGGER OFFER***
John had a driver come pick us up that night and bring us to his place. We were both nervous as we didn't know what to expect, especially considering what he had us doing the last time around. But neither of us wanted to bring that up and talk about it.
Whatever it was, my mom knew it was a big deal and dressed her self nicely for him as if it were a special occasion. She wore a black dress with high heels, along with some of her best gold jewelry. Her hair was done up nicely and so was her make up, but I couldn't help but notice that she didn't wear any lipstick...
John greeted us at the door when we had arrived. He lived in a very large house and showed up in a surprisingly casual outfit when he greeted us. After a brief moment of small talk and a quick tour of his place, he took us to where he said we would discuss business matters for the evening. But this time, instead of a studio, he led us to his bedroom. The room was fancy and spacious, but most importantly, it has a large bed which was fixed up for what I presumed to be for me and my mother.
"I take full responsibility for any confusion that occurred during our last meeting," John said in a serious tone as he sat down on a chair. "So this time, I'll make it easier for all of us and get straight to the point: As you both know, I have a strong interest in mother/son incest. It's something I've always been fascinated with, and not having a chance to experience it with my own mother is easily my biggest regret in life. The last photo shoot was a rare opportunity for me to witness such a thing for the very first time, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind ever since. So...I want you two to make love to each other, right here in my bedroom, right now- passionately. If you do that, you will walk away with $50,000 in cash."
I looked at my mother to see that her jaw dropped a little from his offer. It was clear that she was considering it and I knew that I was interested as well.
Before my mother could say anything, I put my hand on her shoulder and expressed my interest in this saying, "Mom, I'll do it if you need me to."
"Are you sure Mark? What happened last time was one thing, but this is something far more intimate."
"I'm sure mom."
"That's what I like to hear," John said. "A son willing to commit such a taboo act for the sake of his mother's needs. Mark, tell me, have you masturbated thinking about your mother since the last time we've met? I don't think you would have been so willing to agree otherwise."
"...I have, a few times," I reluctantly admitted to him in front of my mom, who must have been surprised by my revelation.
"I thought so. That just makes this whole experience much more interesting for all of us doesn't it? Now I want you to undress your mother."
The moment felt right. I was now able to fulfill my recent desire to fuck my own mother. My mom wanted this to happen so she could further her career and make more money. And John gets to see something he's fantasized about all his life. We would all be getting what we wanted. And it started with me slowly pulling down the thin straps off of my mother's shoulders, letting her dress fall to the ground, leaving her in just her black colored undergarments and high heels.
Before I could reach back and undo her bra, she whispered to me, "No, let me do it. Just watch."