Photo Assignment Ch. 03

I'm sorry it's taken me four years to post this chapter, but the thing is I was worried I may have inadvertently over exposed myself. I was worried that someone reading this could be able to identify my family. I obviously can't go into detail but it recently came to my attention that the main reason for my concern has been resolved. So it's on with the show as they say.

For the rest of the week whenever we could, my mother and I made plans for the coming weekend. We would have most of Saturday afternoon to scout for locations in London and later we planned to spend the evening relaxing. Dinner in the hotel which was more of a restaurant than a hotel which had a good reputation. (I wanted to visit it again recently but sadly it's no longer there.) After the meal we would see the famous Agatha Christie play, Mousetrap, which was staged in the theatre, St Martins almost next door to the hotel,.

One other notable event of the week was also in all respects a biggie. My sister Amy asked if I fancied a drink one evening so we popped out to our local which was only a short walk away. As we made our way there we made small talk in the way people do when they are avoiding the main issue. Sure enough no sooner had we settled our selves on the couch in the corner of the deserted lounge when sis came right out and asked if I had been taking photos of our mother again.

I looked at her for a moment before telling her that I had. After all dad had asked me not to divulge the arrangement but that had never actually started. I decided to let her know about Felix but not of our father's involvement.

'So the London trip is primarily a photo taking exercise.' She said.

'More or less though we both want to see the play and there is a photo exhibition I want to see in a gallery off Trafalgar square.'

Now it was sis's turn to look me in the eye. She had a secret too.

'Do you want to know something odd?' she asked. When I nodded she took a deep breath and continued. 'Dad told me how much he liked the photos you'd taken of me.'

'He told you he knew it was you in the photos! Did he know the others were of mom?'

'That's the strange thing he didn't ask which I guess means he already knew it was.'

That it had to be said was a whole new ball game. I thought it only fair I tell her about dads master plan to kick start moms sex drive by having her pose for me. I told her to begin with I'd thought it was dad asking for the various poses and paying the exorbitant fees, that he was Felix. Now that I knew it wasn't I suddenly had quite a lot of spare cash and what looked like more to come.

'Have you had sex with mom yet? Amy asked with no trace of accusation, anger or recrimination. She asked in the way she'd ask if I was going to go to uni the next day, so to speak.

I answered that as yet I hadn't.

'I'll ask again when you get back from London.' She teased. 'Dad wants to have sex with me, I realised a few days ago.' Was the next bombshell of the evening.

'How do you know?' I asked unable to believe what she'd told me.

'It was after he'd told me he liked the photos you'd taken of me. Our relationship has altered quite a lot since then, we've been a lot closer, a little like you and mom I suppose. One day last week he took me to lunch in that new wine bar and yesterday after you and mom told us you were heading off to London he asked if he could take some photos of me while the two of you were away.'

'Nude?'

'He didn't say but I guess that's what he meant.' Amy replied.

'What do you feel about that?'

'You know at first it seemed a little pervy, I've never been into older guys but the more I thought about it and after seeing how happy you and mom are plus I still remember the big kick I got out of posing for you, I thought what the hell.'

'One messed up family you could say.'

'Don't knock it, how many of our friends are still living with both their parents? And how many of them seem as happy as we four?' she asked.

'Good point... I actually can't think of any of my friends who's parents are still together.'

'Two of my friends live with both their parents, but neither of them are what you'd call happy.'

'So you enjoyed posing for me?'

'You know I did and I'm glad mom is enjoying herself posing for you, do you know who this Felix is?'

'Amy.' I said, 'It could be any one, well anyone with several thousand quid to spend on photos of mom.'

'Maybe he's a secret admirer, an ex boyfriend even.'

'I like to think it's some one anonymous but I guess it'd makes more sense if it was some one who recognised mom in the photos, which in turn means it's some one close to us... who do we know with that kind of money burning a hole in their pocket?'

'I'd have to think about that one... so you don't think it'd bring about the end of civilisation as we know it, me posing for dad and maybe sleeping with him?'

'No more than me sleeping with mom and we're still here and so far the world is still turning. Do you fancy another Bacardi and coke?'

'As you're buying, sure.' That seemed to bring an end to our heavyweight discussion, when I returned with our drinks we settled down to chat about her job and my uni courses, in other words normal stuff.

On Saturday morning dad dropped us outside Birmingham New street station and told us both to have fun and enjoy ourselves. We had three quarters of an hour to spare so I asked mom if she fancied having a look at the then sparkling new bronze bull in the entrance to the Bullring shopping centre which is actually directly above the station.

'I thought you might say that, let me pop into a loo on the way and I'll loose my skirt and blouse.'

Mom was already wearing her Pink Panther rain coat, as no mention was made of underwear I guessed she must have forgotten to put some on... senility is a terrible thing I thought to myself.

It was a little after nine and still on the quiet side. I moved over to a shop front about sixty feet in front of the bull and focused on mom using a fairly long lens. When I was happy with the focus and exposure I gave mom the nod. As she started to open her coat, I pressed the shutter. The camera was set to continuous so was taking almost three frames a second. Because of the way an slr camera works you can't see through the lens as the shutter is actually open so I could only hope that I'd caught the moment when the coat was completely open and all her wares were on show.

I loosed the shutter as her coat closed and was fully expecting some one to be shouting at us. But to my amazement no one seemed to have noticed mom flashing me. She too seemed to be a little surprised she'd not managed to raise anyone's eyebrows.

I mouthed at her to do it a second time and as soon as I had her framed we repeated the exercise a second time, it seemed that she held her coat open for ages but later when I exposed the film we figured she had held the coat open for only a second. Still it was a really great way to start our weekend.

It didn't escape me that my mother hadn't put her clothes back on. As we waited in a café in the station I sat facing the room while she had her back to it which allowed me to take a few photos while people were even standing right behind her. In one she stood up and expose herself completely to me. I couldn't wait to see how it would come out... it was at that point I decided to invest in a digital camera while were we in London. Even if it wouldn't produce pin sharp images I'd at least have the ability to see how the 35mm shots might look.

We settled into a fairly quite carriage and had a relaxing ride arriving at Euston station just before eleven. We spent the first half hour of the journey pawing over a street map of the centre of London. Shortly before getting onto the train mom had slipped a blouse and skirt on. About the best you could say about either piece of clothing was that would stop her from being arrested for indecent exposure. At the time I had no idea a woman couldn't be arrested for that particular crime only for lewd behaviour.

From Euston we took a tube to Leicester square and walked the two hundred yards or so to the hotel. The suit was something else, all slate, the floor walls and all around the sunken bath. But what caught my eye and imagination was the massive super king size bed. I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto it to try it for size.

'Jesus mom you have got to try this, it's the coolest bed I've ever seen.'

'You know this is the exact same room I stayed in, ooh thirty years ago.' mom said as she wandered around the suit.

'When you were here with granddad?'

'Yes it was a treat for my eighteenth birthday.'

'Didn't gran go with you?'

'No she was busy with something else that weekend as I recall.'

I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to all that than she was letting on, there was I'm sure a twinkle in her eye as she remembered the occasion.

'I'm going to have a quick shower.' She announced as she slipped out of her coat blouse and short skirt. I offered up a prayer, that I'd never get used to seeing her strip like that.

I lay back on the bed and like Bobby Goldsboro, I wondered what the coming night would bring. But I was getting ahead of myself because when mom emerged from the bathroom, still drying herself with a large white towel, she announced that she was feeling incredibly sexy and wanted me to fuck her. Well she didn't actually say that, what she said was along the lines of, while we're in London she wanted me to think of her as Jane my model.

'Okay Jane.' I started, 'You and I both know we're going to have sex while we're in London. I don't know about you but the when where aspect is starting to distract me.

'I know what you mean. I don't usually sleep with photographers but being naked around you really gets my juices flowing, to be honest you could fuck me now if you wanted too.'

'I don't make a habit of sleeping with my models either but for you darling I'll make an exception.'

So right then and there the deed was done, I could tell you that we made love with great passion for hours but the truth is, after a some kissing I slipped into her and to coin a phrase we fucked like a couple possessed which I'm sure you realise is seldom followed by the words 'for hours', well not in the real world at least.

Less than ten minutes later if either of us smoked we would have been sat up in bed puffing away like a couple of chimneys. Hot fast sex, the sort that takes longer to recover from than to actually do it... pure magic.

Once we had recovered, we slipped some clothes on and hit the streets of London's west end. We headed for Trafalgar square first which was only half a mile to the south, we soon picked out a couple of good photo opportunities, apart from Nelson's column with the four massive lions there was the national gallery, mom could stand between the columns at the entrance and bare her all. At that time the square used to be full of feral pigeons, maybe we could get a shot of her feeding them Mary Poppin's style except I can't remember her feeding them with her coat open and her boobs and or pubes on show.

From there we went through Marble arch along the Mall to Buckingham Palace, there is a monument to Queen Victoria facing the Palace which again was a possibility. From there we walked across Hyde park to look at the bridge over the Serpentine and the dome of the Royal Albert Hall. After that we went through Admiralty Arch which led us to Edgware road which is littered with camera and electronic shops. We popped into a couple to look at digital cameras but as I thought they were more than I felt like spending. Maybe after Felix has paid for this set of prints though...

Our feet were starting to ache by then so we took a tube to St. Pauls to see if that had possibilities we wondered if we might be pushing our luck a bit so we discounted that particular site. We crossed the Thames at Blackfriars bridge to have a quick look in the Tate Modern art gallery. After we walked along the south bank towards the London Eye. The Eye which is a very large Ferris wheel and definitely was one to use, maybe with big Ben in the background.

From the Eye we crossed Hungerford bridge which brought us back to Trafalgar square. By then we were dead on our feet so we slipped into the national gallery for a coffee and a rest. Walking back to the hotel a little later we passed a couple of small galleries and saw some excellent photo exhibitions, several gave us ideas for our alfresco project.

By the time we got back to the hotel is was just after five. Although we were both exhausted we still found the energy to have sex. This time we took our time, we stripped each other, which I have to say didn't take long as each of us was only wearing three or fours articles of clothing anyway. Jane it seemed had no time for underwear. We kissed deeply as we ran our hands over each others bodies I pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs to kiss and nuzzle her most tender of places.

When mom, sorry Jane begged me for a third time to fuck her I felt it only fair to do as she asked. We moved together like we had all the time in the world rocking as gently as we could. We started in the good old missionary position before trying it doggie style for a bit. At the finish we were both spooning on our sides with our legs entwined in a way which brought my dick into line perfectly with her vagina. Always the most relaxing way to fuck I often think.

Later we dined in the hotel, a meal that although not filling was extremely tasty. The play, the famous Mouse Trap, was exceptional as well, but I'm not at liberty to say more. At half ten we were in the hotel lounge drawing up a short list of locations for the morning. We'd asked for a wake up call at half six as we wanted to get a few shots in Trafalgar Square before breakfast, we figured there was a chance it might still be quiet at that hour.

We continued our discussion on the way to our room, as we bathed together in the luxurious sunken bath and as we lay beneath the satin sheets. Before slipping into the arms of Morpheus we made love one last time. There are some advantages to being twenty one after all!