Moms & Lovers Ch. 03 Talia's Photo Shoot

Convincing mom to pose with me for audition

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This had to be divine providence for my dreams. I had followed this writer through her many forays into incest story writing. Her words penetrated to my soul and I was compelled to respond to her request for amateurs to pose for photographs to be included in her short story collection and, maybe, for a movie documenting her stories. I was helpless to resist, but I had to enlist my mother's participation. Let me begin at the first reading and how I had come from that point to wanting to make love to my mother.

My mom, Talia, and my dad, Bernard, have been married for quite a long time. They got married right out of college and have produced three kids to include me and my two sisters. My sisters are 25 and 23 with me just turning 21. Mom had a lot of trouble regaining her figure after I was born, but has achieved an incredible body considering her age and child bearing. I bring this up to show that her attention to her own body has in some way alienated my dad and his attention. I don't get it. Mom has this "to die for" figure and dad ignores her.

Five months ago I found out why dad ignores mom's need for sexual contact. My oldest sister, Janie, is fucking dad. I'm not absolutely sure, but the signs are all there if you look for them. The two of them lean their heads together at times and brush each other's fingertips when they are sure no one is looking. She has a nice figure, but not near as great as mom's. The two of them make excuses to go anywhere together. I have tried to find ways to tag along, but have not been able to convince them to take me. What other conclusion can I reach?

Mom doesn't seem to see it and I hesitate to say anything to her. This is where I began to implement my plan. I was going to have my mom and that was it. We were alone in the kitchen after dinner when I asked my first leading question.

"Mom, there is a website looking for photographs of mothers and sons posing together in formal wear. I figured I want to enter you and me in the contest to see if we can win a prize. Will you pose with me for a picture I can send into the contest?"

Mom responded, "like the family picture we had taken at your Aunt Catherine's wedding? I think you could probably just use one of those, couldn't you?"

Bingo, she didn't say no to having our picture submitted. "I was thinking something more recent than five years ago and just the two of us."

"What sort of website wants pictures of you and your old mom? What will they do with the pictures and what sort of prize do we get?" Mom turned away from the sink to look me straight in the eye. "What sort of website are you talking about, Jeff?" Here is where things got a bit sticky. Dad and Jamie had gone out to the store and my other sister, Gwen, was in her room doing who knows what. I had to explain.

"Mom, there is a soft casting call for amateurs to have their photographs used in a collection of short stories by an author I just adore. Her stories have reached into the recesses of my being and I want to be a part of them. The casting call has requested photos of women in their forties or fifties posed with younger men in their twenties who look as though they may be mother and son, but not related. I would not tell them you are my mom, but you are the prettiest woman I know who could pull this off."

"What are you thinking?"

"Mom, don't jump to conclusions here. I am pretty sure that there will be a lot of guys looking to have their pictures taken with women they think would look like their moms, but just won't look near as good as you. Please think about having our picture taken together. You would have to wear a formal dress to portray the part of one of the main characters in the story and I would be in my best suit and tie, posing as your son."

"Let me say again, Jeff, what are you thinking? What short story are you talking about and what website are you referring to?"

"The website is named after the story entitled "Moms & Lovers" and is asking for photos to be submitted for consideration for inclusion in the printed version of the story. The winners will be selected by the publishing committee. They are offering an all expense paid vacation to Las Vegas and two thousand dollars for the couples who win. They need two couples who look like they are mom and son. Mom, they are emphatic in stating that the couples look like they could be mother and son, but not be related. I think they are worried about breaking some laws."

Did I mention that my mom is a lawyer and a good one? "I would think so. I'll talk to your dad about it, but I am not promising anything."

"Mom, you can't say anything to dad. He will just get the wrong idea."

"Jeff, that is reason enough to involve your dad. He is my husband and we make decisions together." Mom knew she and dad didn't make decisions together anymore. She was just stalling to give herself time to think.

"Okay mom, you should think this over. If we win and get to pose for the printed story, it may be a path to more opportunities with the author. Just think about it and we can talk this weekend. I am going out for a while and will be back about ten." I started to go upstairs to get ready to go out.

Mom walked over to me, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek saying, "thanks for thinking of me as pretty and for including me in your fantasy of becoming a model. Let's just let this stew for a while and, like you say, talk about this over the weekend.

I had planted the seed and I think it went quite well. I would find out later that my suggestion had come at exactly the right time in the turmoil of my mom's life. I didn't know that mom had her suspicions about Janie and dad. Mom was letting it play out for the time being. She had a plan and I seemed to be playing an innocent part of her plan.

Dad and Janie got home about nine with a bag of new clothes for Janie. Mom stated, "I thought you two were going to buy groceries for tomorrow night's family dinner."

Dad responded, "no, Janie had to pick up some stuff and I tagged along. What do you need from the grocery store? Janie and I can go out right now if you wish."

"No," said mom, angry with dad, "I'll ask Jeff to go with me and drive. We are going to have a mom to son talk while we are out. Don't expect us right away."

Mom called to me, "Jeff, instead of going out, can you drive me to the grocery store?"

"Sure, be right there," I responded bounding down the stairs from my room.

"Your dad and sister didn't get what I needed from the food store and I need a strong man to carry my groceries, want to help?"

"I'm your man," thinking I couldn't have said it better. I looked at dad and all I could think is dad blew this one.

My mother was 'spitting bullets', she was so angry at dad and Janie. As I drove us to the store, mom started, "those two fucking ass holes were probably fucking right here in the back seat while I cleaned up from dinner. They should be thrown in jail and toss out the key. What do they think they're doing? I should call the cops and have them both arrested. Do you know anything about this?"

Sheepishly I said, "yes and no. I have my suspicions, but no proof. Janie has been weird for the past few months and dad has been really attentive to her. For crying out loud, mom, I don't know why dad would prefer Janie to the fabulous woman I am driving around right now." That got her attention.

Mom paused in her tirade and looked me thoughtfully, "do you want to fuck your mom?"

"Wow, mom, I don't know what to say."

Shocked at her own words, mom muttered; "I'm sorry, Jeff, I just blurted that out. If your dad is screwing your sister, I'm fair game to have whatever affair I want to have with whomever pleases me!"

We sat quietly the rest of the way to the store. I found it hard to hide the very pleased grin on my face when I said; "mom, please read the story I have been telling you about. I think it will put into words what I can't seem to say. Will you do that?"

"Oh, what the fuck." I had never heard my mom swear more in a year than she had sworn during our drive to the store. "Do you have a copy of this story?"

"I can bring it up on the kitchen computer when we get home and you can read it tonight, okay?"

"Okay, right now I need something to fix for dinner tomorrow night. Maybe a little hemlock will be nice for your father. I don't mean it, but I am furious with your sister and dad right now. Shit, just ignore me."

"You're just too pretty to ignore, mom." I parked the car and mom leaned over and kissed me on the cheek again.

"You should try that again," I said with mischief in mind. She smiled and leaned in again, I turned to meet her lips with mine. I surprised her with a full on mouth kiss. She reeled back in surprise. Too late, I got the kiss I wanted. I couldn't help having this big grin on my face. She noticed.

"It's not nice to fool around with your mother," she said as she grabbed both my cheeks and planted a really wet kiss on my lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She quickly pulled back and opened the car door, "take that, you horny little prick!" She started for the store. I just couldn't stop grinning.

"I liked that a lot," I called after her. I caught up with mom just inside the store.

"Grab a cart and follow me." Mom was walking at a brisk pace and I followed. Did I not notice earlier that she was wearing shorts and what appeared to be a thong? My mom has a great ass, I thought, and she is waggling it just to provoke a response from me.

I whispered in her ear when I caught up with the cart, "you have a really nice butt there Mrs. Adams. Do you suppose I could squeeze it later?" I was getting really bold.

"Maybe another time, young man, right now I need groceries."

It didn't take long for us to finish shopping and load the groceries into the car. The drive home would only take a few minutes, but I suggested a roundabout way so we could talk.

"I'd like to propose a solution to our mutual problem."

"I don't see this as a mutual problem, Jeff. Your father fucking your sister is not a mutual problem and I am not absolutely sure that is the case. Besides that, my son, I am not about to let this go any further with your dad and sister."

"Mom, please listen, I suggest you let this go until tomorrow after you read my story and we talk about it, okay?"

Mom sighed and agreed to wait saying; "only because you asked."

We unloaded the groceries at home and found dad and Janie sitting in the dark on lawn chairs in the back yard talking. I could have sworn I saw them holding hands until I opened the patio door to see if they wanted a late night snack or drink. Neither cared for anything.

Dad said, "no thanks, Jeff, I am about to go up to shower and go to bed. Janie, you want anything?"

"Nope, just about to do the same. Good night, Jeff," called Janie.

I turned to see mom watching me. She came over to the door and called out to dad, "I have some reading to do; so, I won't be up right away. You two just go up and Jeff and I will be up later."

That was ominous considering what I was proposing for mom. Dad followed Janie up the stairs and I could have sworn he patted her ass on the way up. Not so obvious dad!

"Get me that story and you go watch TV until I am finished."

She was really going to do as I asked. I was absolutely thrilled. I sat mom down at the family computer in the kitchen and brought up the website with the story about moms and how they seduced their sons. "Here you go, mom. It's called 'Moms & Lovers' and I'll be in the family room watching the news." Mom put on her reading glasses and peered into the computer screen. I watched for a few minutes to be sure mom could navigate the story. She seemed a bit tense to start and said. "Jeff, you can leave. I know how to use the mouse and you're making me nervous. Go!"

I left the kitchen for the family room, but sat so I could still see mom from my chair. Mom was squirming after about thirty minutes and I glanced away when she looked as if she were going to look in my direction. I sure hoped she would get into the story in a positive way. After the news I was watching a late night show and mom appeared from the kitchen.

"Jeff, let's talk," as mom sat down, I turned off the TV. The light over the stove in the kitchen was the only illumination coming through the doorway. Mom's pretty face was cast in shadow as she started to speak. I could tell she was nervous.

"I found your story very provocative. Not the sort of story I read on a regular basis, but I did sort of lose myself in the story. I presume that is what you wanted?"

"Which mom are you, mom?"

"I'm not quite there, what do you think?"

"You seem to be more like Jean in the story. You are pretty, desirable, sexy, strong and in total control of your desires. Right?"

"Go on. Where are you going with this, Jeff?"

"I want to take pictures of you and me and send them in for consideration for parts in the upcoming book. We might even be considered for parts if there is ever a movie. You're a beauty, mom, and I think you could be a terrific Jean to my Ronald. What do you think?"

"Way over the edge, my son. What else?"

I went on to explain; "they are asking for four or five photographs to be submitted to the website for consideration. 'Nothing gynecological' as they put it. They are looking for you in a dress presenting your interpretation of Jean in her dress. They want a photo of your son, which would be me, of course; but I am not really supposed to be related to you, got it? They are looking for a photo of the two of us together in our finery, embracing like a prom picture. Lastly they want a photo or two reflecting our creativity. All of this is to go in with some biography information. I figured you could use your maiden name for the submission and I could be your neighbor. They don't have to know that I live down the hall from you."

"What are they offering?"

"Well, I know they have a cut-off date for submission about a month from now. The author will notify the winners by email; give them final instructions along with a contract; then fly the winners to Las Vegas for the formal photo shoot and a week's vacation on the publisher's dime. I think they are offering two thousand dollars to the each of the lucky couples."

"Jeff, what do you have in mind?"

"I thought about having our pictures taken by a studio, but I think we should try shooting some stills right here at the house. Do you suppose we could go shopping tomorrow, just the two of us, to find the perfect formal dress for you? Please? What do you think?"

"We'll talk in the morning. Your dad and sisters will be at work and I have the day off. By the way, when are you going to get a job?"

"Tomorrow morning will be fine and I am waiting to hear from the bank about a job there."

We trudged up the stairs with me following my mom. I brushed her butt saying. "just couldn't help myself, mom. Good night." She stopped, turned toward me, bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Another time, baby, good night," she said.

We were in our own bedrooms. I could hear mom puttering around getting ready for bed. I could imagine she was none too happy getting into bed with dad, but she did. In the morning I awoke to find dad, Janie and Gwen already gone off to work. Mom was in her usual place standing before the kitchen sink. Her tear stained face was heart breaking. I came up next to her, took her in my arms and hugged her. "Oh mom, I am so sorry to see you sad." She put her head on my shoulder and began sobbing.

"Let me be the one to make you happy." I kissed her tears and held her tight. Her sobbing stopped as she pulled away and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"You've already made me happy, Jeff. You think of me as a pretty and desirable woman more than thinking of me only as your mom, the maid. What I need right now is to feel good about me. So, you wait here while I go up and change for our little shopping trip. You're driving."

My heart was doing flip flops. Mom went up to change. I though she looked fabulous already, but was I in for a surprise.

Upstairs, Talia Adams contemplated her appearance in her mirror. She wore one of her husband's old long sleeve shirts and baggy shorts. Her footwear was a pair of old sweat socks. This was not the image she wanted to portray as a future 'movie star' and began her journey into glamour. First, Talia stripped off the shirt and shorts. She was only wearing panties and socks at this point. Looking in the mirror, Talia cupped her breasts and looked into the mirror and pouted. Her tits weren't as firm as they were twenty-six years ago, but they were nice. "Nice look," she thought, sarcastically.

Talia stepped into the shower for a quick rinse. A knock at her bedroom door came with Jeff's voice asking. "are you going to be long? I could use a shower, too."

"No, just give me a minute and you can use my shower." Talia wondered what was she thinking?

When finished, Talia toweled off and wrapped the towel around herself and started to blow dry her auburn hair. "You can come in now. Bring the towel from your bathroom."

"I'm already here." I was standing outside mom's bathroom door with the towel wrapped around my waist. Mom opened the door while she was still drying her hair. She looked fabulous, even steamy. I said excuse me and entered her shower dropping my towel on the floor. She slapped my ass.

"Don't leave your towel on the floor," said mom as she bent over to pick it up. Her own towel popped open and dropped to the floor. I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful body I'd ever seen before she grabbed the towel to recover herself.

"I really liked that, mom, can you do that again?" Grasping her towel in front of her, mom pouted and gave me the finger. Her fabulous bare butt was totally visible as she exited the bathroom. I showered quickly trying to ignore the biggest erection I had ever had. Thinking back, I should have walked out right there to show my mom how much I appreciated her beauty.

Mom had replaced her towel with her robe as she was brushing her hair in her mirror. "Go get dressed and ready to go, Jeff. I will only be a few more minutes. Brush your teeth." Mom was always practical, or so I thought.

I sat in the kitchen waiting for mom to come down for our shopping trip. When my mom came through the doorway to the kitchen I was speechless. She was wearing her short, white tennis skirt with a matching cotton tank top. She was very obviously braless and I could see the pert nipples poking through the fabric. He hair was brushed back into a pony tail and her makeup was perfect.

"Considering our task for today, Jeff, I want you to follow my instructions to the letter, understood?"

"Yes, mom, what do you want me to do."

"Come into the hallway and stand behind me. I want to see just how we will look in our creative photos."

Mom stood in front of the hall mirror. It is floor to ceiling and softly lighted from above. Mom stood facing the mirror looking into my eyes as I came up behind her. She took my hands, cupped her breasts in my hands and said; "do these look okay to you? I wonder what would happen when you put your hands up under my blouse and lightly pinched my nips? Do it now, my Ronald." I did as instructed and loved it. "Good, now take your right hand and put it into the top of my skirt. Do you feel something you like?" Again, I did as I was told. "I like what you are doing." I stood there watching my mom's eyes as I put my hand into her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was thrilled and barely able to contain myself. Mom spread her legs slightly allowing my hand to fully caress her labia. My left hand holding her tit and my right hand holding her pussy. My dream was coming true. This is a side of my mom I had never seen.