“Fine, I’m 100% sure, mom.”
A broad smile suddenly appeared on her face. “Fantastic! I’ll give him a call tomorrow morning to make an appointment.”
She left out of her seat and planted a big kiss on my face. Little did we know, that kiss was only the start of things to come.
***
A week later and we headed over to the downtown studio on the third floor of a building. It was a large spacious area with camera equipment and different backdrops and props laying around. It also had areas for dressing and makeup. The only real surprise to me was how few people there were. 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 mom with her wardrobe and makeup.
“So has your mother told you what we’ll be doing here today?” he asked with a slyness.
“She gave me an idea, sure, but she was pretty vague about the whole thing. It seemed like she didn’t know much.”
“Then let’s not concern ourselves with the details then,” he said, flashing a 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.’ John was certainly someone who knew what he was doing.
He continued, “I’ve been fortunate to experience many different things in life. So now, I’ve decided to buy 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 other two 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 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. God, my own mother!
“It looks like we’re ready to begin,” John said with delight.
Mom tensed and I could see her pressing her lips together.
***
The shoot was simple at first. It was just us striking simple poses while the photographer took pictures and the other two looked on.
A stool was brought for me to sit on, and 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 cheek.
“Donna, I want you to unbutton the top part of your shirt,” John instructed.
We were both stunned by what he had just asked her to do, and how brazen he was in asking for such a thing.
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