Photo Finish - The Beginning

Photo Finish - The Beginning

This a part one of a two part story. Second part - Photo Finish - The End - coming soon.

My career was flourishing. I landed one of the premier engagements - the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. It was hard work but so satisfying. There was not enough spare time to see the sights at the exotic sites. That was the shame of it. I struck up relationships with the world class beauties. It helped me to know who they are and what they liked to do to properly pose them. All in all, it was fun.

Jill, the long blonde hair, large bosom with tiny waist model, became a good friend. We both lived in the Dallas area.

One day, we sat next to each other on the beach watching the sun go down over the ocean. The next shoot was coming, utilizing the gorgeous palette of colors created by the Fiji sunset. The crews were setting up behind us.

Clothed in the absolute tiniest of bikinis, her areolas barely covered by a small piece of cloth. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were hard. It wasn't cold yet. Need to take all that in account for the shoot. She insisted I take all her pictures. Nice to be wanted.

It was actually quite romantic. The kind of scene you shared with a loving partner.

Jill asked, ' Do you think we can get together when we are back home?'

'Sure can, I would love that.'

She placed her hand on my thigh and said, 'I would really like that. Maybe we could do a private shoot. I need nude photos for my portfolio.'

I tried not to jump when she touched my thigh. I kept staring out at the sunset, not knowing how to respond to that. It has been a long time since anyone has hit on me, although I am considered quite attractive. One photography magazine featured me in an article titled 'Sexist Photographer in the World.' That amped up offers of lucrative shoots and for the sex starved, all kinds of creative offers.

I am not her type if I am reading her right, at least not right now. More straight then not. But it has been too long since I had sex with a partner. Never say never. There is always a first time I. I think I am trying to convince myself.

Jill must have realized I was tongue tied and changed the subject.

She asked, 'I saw your son Chase's latest work in the Rolling Stone. He is so sexy in those Tommy John's. His bare chest was a delight, so well-muscled. Did you do that shoot?'

Thank God she changed subject.

'No, I have never done a shoot with him. The magazine photographers he works with are quite skilled,' I replied.

She was right about him though. Very sexy.

'How did he start modeling? He is still in high school right?'

'Actually, just graduated. It was interesting how he started. Pure happenstance. After a regular season baseball game, a Mom from the opposing team spotted my Delaney baseball jersey and approached me. She was a booking agent, I immediately recognized her. A booking vulture.'

'We exchanged pleasantries. She got right to the point as usual. She saw pictures of Chase on the team website. She said he was stunning and photogenic, and he just stood out. She said he has twinkle in his blue eyes that came across in the photos. She asked to book him for a shoot.'

'Chase was excited about it. He has been around so many of my shoots he was not at all intimidated. I reluctantly agreed because as I know, and you know, how brutal modeling can be.'

'So, at age of 16, that's how he started. He loves it. He garners a lot of interest from the lady folk, not just high schoolers. I don't blame them. If he wasn't my son, I would be interested too. Scratch that, just trying to be funny.'

That's not funny, that is the first time I thought that way and I just said it out loud to Jill like a couple of teenage girls talking about boys.

She gently took my hand and placed it on her cheek. She leaned in close and whispered, 'You have garnered my interest. I want to be more than friends.'

I thought I was going to faint.

One of the crew shouted out, 'Come on ladies, we are ready for you.'

My head was spinning. No female in all my shoots had come on to me. With Jill, there was a friendship right away. We hit it off so to speak. But it was never sexual, at least not from my perspective. Now Jill opened a door I never thought even existed in my world. Strangely, I felt a bit of excitement. Excitement I had not felt in while.

'Wendy? Are you coming? We have work to do.'

As she stood up, one breast fell free. Her nipple hard. The areola large. A tingle shot through me. I remembered that feeling from what seemed so long ago.

She moved in front of me and offered her hand to help me up.

'I can show you more later tonight.'

Run away, run away, run away my brain screaming at me. Then calm down, calm down, calm down - you have a shoot to do, you are a professional. Get to work, get control.

I let Jill help me up. She covered up.

'Jill, thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate it. I am flying out tomorrow morning early while everyone wraps up. I understand you are flying out in the afternoon to your next shoot in LA. I really need a night to get all my photos right, pack, get some sleep. Can we pick this up back home?'

'Yes!' she said excitedly.

'I can't wait,' I said.

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, held my hand and moved me forward to the shoot site.

I am not sure If I will pursue Jill. I honestly needed some time to think. Plus, I had a commitment to Chase's manager to focus on.

***

Chase's high school baseball team had already won two championships during his first three high school years. Best batter on the team for average and home runs. Also, the number two pitcher. He threw a no-hitter in last years' championship game. Tomorrow night, they were playing for another championship. I will be there. I was quite proud of him, I made every game. Wearing my number 0 Delaney jersey. Rooting him and the team on. It was all sadly drawing to a close.

Dad missed out on a lot of the games and activities. He was too busy with his girlfriend to attend anything. Yeah, it wasn't work keeping him from attending like he claimed, it was play.

When I didn't perform his kinky stuff, he teased me that he was going to trade me in for two twenties. His girlfriend just turned twenty years old. He wasn't just teasing. I am surprised he didn't have two twenty year olds lined up. Maybe he did.

Once I found that out about his girlfriend, my private detective followed Greg for a week, accumulating evidence. Many pictures and one video of them doing it in his Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. Idiot. I never liked that car, too over the top. She probably liked the back seat. I thought about doing a Carrie Underwood 'Before He Cheats' treatment on his precious Rolls but thought better.

I filed, he did not contest the divorce. I am rich now with half his technology empire. I love Texas, just split it down the middle. I kept the Malibu house. Been there once, he used it for his current conquests.

It was about an hour from Cal-State. Chase starts in the fall. Great baseball school. That will work. I am moving.

I decided to keep working until I found something better to do. I hired a manager for my half of the empire. Will two billion be enough to get me to retirement?

Chase's coach asked me to take photos and videos of the pre-game, game and hopefully after game celebration. Both on the field and clubhouse. I will do more than that, I will create a video using all the content for the end of season dinner. It will be Chase's last high school baseball celebration. The UIL of Texas baseball tournament always ended after school ended. Weird to me but so does the NCAA.

I will have my associate Rachel take the photos and videos at the dinner. I want those for me. Coach hands out awards and says nice things about each player. Can't miss that. Can't be working. Need to enjoy that. Didn't give Greg the dinner information. He could find it on this own, but he won't.

***

Sixteen hour flight home. Lots of time to think in first class. Unless the flight is late, I will be home in the afternoon with plenty of time before the game. I get to see Chase, yay! Again, a tingle of excitement. I am excited to see him on the big night. So proud of him.

I focused on all the equipment I needed for tonight's shoot. I will use my Hasselblad X2D for stills. Carries a price of 8 grand, got it for 6. Always good to know someone. For videos, my Hasselblad H6D-100c, I paid way too much for it given I primarily do stills. It was business expense, big deal. I can always sell it.

I have my production company ready to help me put the video together. They are the best, better than me! I used to do it all.

Animating the stills, cool transitions between photos, peppering in video of the best moments - they will put it all together. Adding the backdrop of music from a survey of the players to share their favorites will nail it. Looking for a standing O at the dinner. Tears in parents eyes. That's the effect I hope we will get with the video.

Need to work out the packing and our transport to Malibu with my inherited assistant. Greg was doing her too, but I didn't hold it against her. She was good.

Air transport from Dallas to Malibu on the corporate jet the morning after the game. We will leave our Texas home as is and worry about it later. Malibu was already extravagantly decorated. Gteg went all out. Too expensive for me, but now it is mine.

And now Jill. I was both excited and scared to meet with her again. She will be down the road from us. I told her about the move to Malibu. She made me promise to see her while she was in LA. I can't skip out on that, I just don't break my word.

So tired. I fell asleep and dreamed.

***

'Wendy, let's do our naked shoot. I don't have any in my portfolio remember? I trust you to capture my essence. Let's make the poses erotic, OK?

'Yes, I can do that.'

'Can you do the shoot naked? Can you show me how to take pictures of you? I would like them for personal reasons.' She laughed.

I moved her from pose, to pose. Bent over proudly showing her pussy from the back. Standing up, arms above her head, full frontal view. Standing in front of a mockup bedroom, beckoning with her hand to join her. Close-up head shot with her fingers deep in her mouth, lips wrapped tightly around them.

'Let's get bed shots,' I suggested. She moved to the ginormous bed. Laying on the bed, legs held wide open for a close up view of her pleasure zone.

'Wendy, lick my pussy please. I know you want to.'

I dropped my camera. I moved in between her legs, glancing at her breasts proudly uprising from her chest. My lips now on her lips.

'Wendy. Fuck me with your lips and tongue. I have waited patiently for you.'

My tongue now inside her pussy. I was sucking her clit when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

'Mom, I thought I was the only one you had oral sex with. Why are you doing that with my girlfriend?'

I turned toward him, I pulled down his shorts, He had an unbelievable erection.

'You are right honey. Let me take it now.'

I grasped the bottom of his shaft by the root. I wrapped my lips around the head, licking the precum, twirling my tongue all around his large head, caressing the large testicles.

'Mom, I am going to cum. Please stay on me.'

Another tap on the shoulder.

'Let me finish him, Wendy.' She took his cock and immediately deep throated him while I continued to caress his balls.

'I want the cum, give it back to me!'

I grabbed it back, but before I could put it in my mouth, he was shooting cum all over Jill and me.

***

What a dream, it shook me. No, the extreme turbulence shook me awake.

'This your captain speaking. Please return to your seats and buckle your safety belts. We will be out of this turbulence in about 10 minutes. I apologize for the rough ride.'

One time, in a famous Houston bar, I rode a bucking bull machine. That was tame compared to this ride. I hope I live to see Chase. I love him so. After that dream, I need to show him how much his Mom loves him. A Mom who will do anything for her son, anything.

Smooth landing after 10 minutes of terror. Down at baggage return, there he was. My son Chase. I was so happy to see him. Extreme hugs and kisses. I didn't want to let go. I couldn't help but think about the dream and his enormous cock. It can't be that big. Just a dream.

With his NIL deal, he was driving in style in a four door Porsche. If I was a stud QB, I would have chosen something sportier although the stats on his car were amazing. He said he was being practical? Ok.

Uneventful ride home. Mostly sports small talk. I tried to be in tune with MLB, his true career target. Tough to do in Fiji.

Back home, totally the gentleman, Chase took care of my bags taking them into my room.

We congregated at the kitchen table for a light dinner before the game. More small talk.

'Mom, I have some news.'

Uh-oh. Someone pregnant?

'Brace yourself.'

What the fuck. I actually grabbed the table.

'Dad is getting married. He asked me today to be his best man.'

Dead air. This was a nuclear bomb right before an important, no very important game. Chase's championship game day. What a dick his Dad is. He dropped the news today on purpose, I am sure.

I moved in close to Chase. I caressed his cheek.

'Honey, I know this is too much to drop on you today. I wished he waited until tomorrow.'

'Me too.'

He broke out in tears and moved in close, burying his head on my breasts. This is my son. Stop it. I gently moved his head up and looked him in the eye.

'Chase, I am OK if you do it. He is your father.'

'Mom, she is one year older than me! She could be my sister! Or my girlfriend. This is crazy.'

Back to my breasts, crying. My mind drifted off to Chase caressing my breasts in un-motherly way. Ripping off my blouse, flicking his fingers on the back of my bra to release my tits for his enjoyment and mine. Sucking on my hard nipples.

'What are you going to do? I will support you in whatever your decide.'

'Mom, if you will be my plus one, I will do it.'

Wow, wow, wow said Noho.Hank. I abhor the idea at being at my ex's marriage to someone half my age. If I did the math correctly, taking into account his 4 year absence from Chase's game, they might have started when she was sixteen. Disgusting thought, I hope I am wrong.

Fuck It. I will do it. His Dad will be so uncomfortable with me attending. You know, I love the idea.

'Chase, I am in. When is it? Where is it?'

I hoped for some time in the distant future.

'He said they were moving fast, next Sunday in a Catholic church in Houston.'

Must be pregnant. No wait, he is infertile. He used that to his advantage with anyone with tits and a pussy. It worked.

We live in the Dallas area. So does Greg. Must be her family. Can't wait to meet them. It will mess up our plan a little. We will move right away to Malibu. We will fly back to Dallas for the Friday dinner party rehearsal and wedding party dinner. Then back to Dallas for the Saturday team celebration. Onto Houston Sunday morning for the wedding. Nice to have money and a private jet.

'No problem, we can adjust. Let's focus on the game and forget about Dad tonight. Do what you do to get ready.'

'Mom, I embarrassed to say, I masturbate. I read a study that it would raise your T-levels. I did it. It worked for me.'

Mixed discussion on that, but if he thinks it works for him, so be it.

'OK, my turn to be embarrassed. Do you need any help?

Tried to phrase as an open question. I was willing to help physically. Hand on cock. I want to win as much as he does.

'Mom, really?'

'Honey, sorry it sounded that way. Do I need to get you photos, videos, a porn site? You know, whatever it takes. I am here to help.'

I didn't mention the other option. I take your cock in my hand, wrap my lips around the head. Stroke it, till you cum in your Mom's mouth. That would work for me. Stop it, you slut, my inner voice said. Must be the good voice.

'I have photos from Jill the SI model. She said you know her. If that is not true, I will ignore her, but her photos are really...'

'Yes, I know her. She is hot. We are friends. She is doing a shoot in LA. We are going to meet up when we hit Malibu.'

We is me.

'Yeah, she told me that. I invited her to our place. Maybe I shouldn't have.'

Shit, I was trying to avoid that. She will be on our doorstep. I don't know what she is really up to.

'No problem baby. Go take of your business. Let me know if you need anything else. I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do.'

Door wide open. Stop talking like that. It's your son. I just sat there for a moment. I waited until I heard his footsteps from above. His bedroom is right above the kitchen. I wonder if he will leave the door ajar. I ran up the stairs. It was slightly ajar. Would it be open enough to see him. It wasn't enough. That frustrated me.

I could pop it open and use some excuse. Tell him I had more pictures of Jill or something. I had pictures in my room of Jill, so I would need to grab them. Need to have them in hand.

I picked them out of my bag and looked at them. She is so sexy, and she is interested in me. I jumped on the bed with the pictures. I was excited at the thought of being with her. My fingers down to my pussy, rubbing it gently, stirring up my excitement. Fingers inside the lips, pressing down on my clit. Jill's fingers. I pulled my shorts and panties off. I sat up briefly to take off my shirt and bra. I felt the wetness.

I laid back down, spread my legs wide. Gently playing with myself to build back the excitement. Jill's fingers now hard at work, pushing in, pulling out. Her lips on my clit, sucking it, licking it, driving me forward to climax.

The passion building, rolling through me from top of my head to my toes. Bucking up against Jill's fingers and talented licks dominating my world. She was so good, she knew exactly what to do and when to do it. It's happening, I am cumming. I am cumming hard. I screamed out loud.

'Jill, I am cumming!'

I came hard, the ripples of satisfaction traveling my body. I was so wet, so satisfied. I had to make Jill work. It would be my first time with a woman. I laid there for a moment, glowing with the now and the promise of the future.

'Mom! Are you OK? I heard your scream and came running to you. Your naked! You're, you're....'

He did a 180 and left. He was upstairs, I am downstairs. Was I that loud?

I forgot to close and lock my door like I always do when I masturbate. I hadn't intended to pleasure myself. How stupid of me. Now I knew he knew what I was doing. That's OK. His Mom needs sexual satisfaction just like him. Tonight, maybe more for him if it helps him win.

***

After an hour, he came down dressed in his baseball uniform. Looking good. I was in my full battle gear. Number 0 Delaney jersey, matching shorts, cameras fully charged. Spare batteries just in case.

'Mom, two minutes ago Dad said he would be there tonight with Emily.'

I didn't remind Chase, that this is the first high school game Dad ever attended. What an asshole. Hope to speak with Emily and... no, I will take the high road. No, I won't. Yes, I would only if it was the right thing to say. She could be my daughter. Did she anything in him except money. Maybe she is smart. Half an empire divided by two is still a lot.

***

Chase drove us in his Porsche. Nice. I could afford million dollar Ferraris. I didn't see the need.

He has an unmarked reserved parking place at the football stadium. Wow!

We exited his car, and he was immediately greeted with more than his fair share of fans. Off to the back, I saw asshole and Emily.

She looked better with clothes on. My blood was boiling. Chase moved to the clubhouse, I went to the field, snapping b-roll pics of the fans for the video as I walked. Everyone pumped. Some recognized me. I posed for many pictures with Moms, Dads and wanna be girl friends for Chase. Oh to be young again.