Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

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“With me?” She asked. “You want to shoot this with me? Jason, I really don’t think that I can do this anymore-.”

I interrupted “You can. It will be fine. We won’t do anything weird. Nothing overtly sexual, just simulation. Just pretend. It’s all a big tease for the camera.” My voice was stern, calming. I could see her arms lowering slightly.

“But with you?” She asked. “…Why?”

“… Because I want to,” I said. “I trust you and I love you and right now, I want nothing more than to be with you in this, or more for you to be with me.”

“But I’m your mother…” her chest was beginning to rise and fall with each breath as her eyes began focusing once more on the bulge in my pants.

“The camera won’t know.”

“But I’ll know.” Her eyes were locked on my clad member.

“As will I, and so will Kelly. But I don’t care about that right now.”

“You don’t.” She looked up at me.

I shook my head.

“Are you still my model?” I asked her.

She nodded, her eyes burning with lust.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded again, this time biting her lip gently.

“Good. Then unbuckle my pants.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in my own ears as I waited for her to act. And then, just like that, I watched her arms fall from her chest as her hands reached out for my waist. Her fingers grabbed onto my belt pulling me closer, the tips sliding between my jeans and skin causing the hairs of my navel to brush against her skin. She undid the clasp, and then began to pull the belt all the way out and tossed it to the side. Her hands reached forward again, this time undoing my button then grasping the zipper and slowly pulling down, easing the pressure that had been building in my pants.

“Oh Baby,” she purred seeing now my member still sheathed behind my boxer shorts but now being able to see the shape of my manhood up close.

My pants were pulled down to my knees before her hands dashed back up to the hem of my boxers. But before she did anything, she looked up again.

“May I?” She asked, batting her eyes at me sweetly.

“Please do,” I said.

With a smirk, she pulled the hem forward, slipping the waistband over the crown of my engorged cock, and then gently slid them lower, the elastic squeezing the underside of my shaft the entire way. Pre-cum had begun to seep its way from my tip, beading up into a small pearl that shimmered in the light. My mother sat, naked in front of me, mouth agape and staring at my cock in all of its glory as my sister was snapping away; capturing each passing moment of this taboo scene.

“Oh my god, Jason,” Mother whispered as she took in the sight.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard. The skin on my cock felt like it was being pulled tight, the crown red and throbbing and pointing straight at my mother. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hair and shove my cock between her panting lips… But not yet.

“Kelly,” I called to her, “I want you to get behind me for this next bit. Mom, I want you to reach your hand up and dig your nails into the small of my back. Bring your head close to my groin. It will look very suggestive from Kelly’s view.”

“What do you mean?” Mom asked, her fingertips already tickling my skin as they moved near my spine.

“It will look like you are sucking him, Mom,” my all knowing sister replied taking her position.

Her eyes widened, but she did not move away.

“Sucking him?” She looked up to me, digging her nails into the muscles of my back. “How?”

“Just open your mouth a little and breathe on my cock,” I instructed. “It’s just pretend, but it will look real for Kelly.”

I could see dark twinkle in her eye but couldn’t tell if it was of hunger or mischief… Perhaps both. She licked her lips, wetting them and then opened wide, easing herself closer and closer, until she stopped a mere inch from my swollen member. Her breath though, my god, it was electric. I could feel the humid heat push past her lips and wrap around until dissipating into the air. It was amazing. Insane and so very, very wicked, multiplied by the sounds of the ever constant shutter as my sister fired away capturing every second she could. And while I thought this was solid, my mother decided to be the one to spice it up first.

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