Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

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“Before you say anything,” I interrupted, “Let at least tell you why.”

“… Okay,” she said slowly nodding. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks Mom,” I said as I leaned forward. “For the past couple weeks, I’ve been continually reflecting on our shoot. I know we all had a great time, because it was just that: a great time! We trusted each other, it was fun, and we got great shots out of it too.” Their eyes were fixed to me listening to each word with intense fixation.

“Now I know we are all aware it started taking an interesting turn in the end, but the more I have thought about it, I feel I was starting to tap into something else, something that’s obviously a bit more risky. I mean…” I was struggling to find the right words. “What I’m trying to say is that I want to explore a different avenue or direction here. Something that can elicit new emotions, cause hey, that’s what photos do. So I know this sounds weird, and probably inappropriate, but the way I see it, it isn’t that different from the photo shoot we just did. It just has different… subtext, so to speak. And to do that, well, I need a model and an assistant and I can’t imagine anyone better than the two of you.”

The air was thick with tense silence as they pondered the words. Kelly’s eyes turned back and forth from Mom to me, eager to hear her thoughts.

Our mother swirled her glass and took a deep sip. “Before I say yes or no… What did you have in mind?” She settled her eyes on me as she leaned back into the couch.

I could feel my cheeks flush. “Something simple. Something that would appear intimate.”

“You’re being awfully vague,” she said, “I know you have a specific idea of what you want.”

She knows me well. I felt a sheepish grin cross my face.

“I do. I was thinking underwear or lingerie.”

“Lingerie? That could be pretty bold.” Her eyebrow raised but her even tone remained the same.

“I guess. It really depends on the kind.”

She looked back to her glass deep in thought watching the wine spinning around the crystal bowl. Her cheeks still red and growing deeper in color.

Her chest rose as she took a breath. “I don’t know… I don’t think it would be appropriate.”

“I know, it sounds weird and I totally understand how you feel. Thing is, it’s not like you are going to be exposing yourself or anything. I’m not looking for nudie pics. Just… it’d be kinda like the bikini shots. Same thing; just different story.”

She didn’t look up. Her face was unreadable.

“It would mean a lot to me, Mom,” I continued. “I can’t think of anyone better who I trust and who could capture what I’m looking for. I need your free spirit. I need your expressions along with your willingness to experiment, your drive, your understanding, and your patience. You’re my perfect model. I need you, Mom.” This was my last leg, and I still wasn’t sure what I was doing.

The tension in the air was thick, hanging heavy like a curtain as Kelly and I looked at our mother with rich anticipation. She shook her head then finished the remainder of her glass.

“Fuck it,” She shrugged. “I better get Mother of the year for this.” She leaned forward, setting her glass on the coffee table. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top of her dress. “So when and where, stud?”

Kelly’s smile was bigger than I had ever seen it as I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

“Honestly, I was thinking it would be best if it was in a bedroom; perhaps a large one with a kingsize bed and a large vanity mirror.”

It only took a moment to realize what I was describing. “My room?”

I nodded.

“I guess saying it might be a bit too personal would be out… When?”

Another deep breath and stood up. “How about now?”

“Right now?” She was taken aback. “But your father-”

“He’s downstairs fast asleep. Early flight, remember?”

Her mood seemed to change as she shifted in her seat. “I do.” Her clothes somehow seemed to grow tighter. “Do you have your camera?” she asked looking up at me with her large almond eyes.

“No,” I said, sensing suddenly their collective disappointment. “But I do have a camera.”

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