Taking Boudoir Photos for Mom

Mom came in while I was sitting at my computer desk on my laptop, reviewing my latest batch of pictures for editing for my Art Appreciation class. At first, she stood there looking over my shoulder, just checking out my photos. That's when I heard her sigh deeply, just as she did before she asked a hard question, like so many times before.

"Just ask, Mom. Have I ever said 'No' to you?" I tell her.

With another smaller sigh, she says, "Can I ask you for a favor later, Honey?"

"I just said I would do whatever you needed, Mom," I say, turning to give her my goofy grin.

She smiles a tiny smile back. "Okay, Baby. I want your help later with something for Dad."

"Sure, Mom. Just let me know when you're ready. Would you care to throw me a bone about what you need?" My face shifted from silly to curious. Mom's posture is a little tense.

"Not now. I'll tell you later when I'm ready for you to help me." After a pause, she continues, "I'm going to go start dinner. See you in a bit." Then she walks out again.

For some reason, I notice the slight sway of Mom's hips as she walks away. 'Hmm, not bad, Mom. You still got it going on.' I think, looking at her in her sedate work attire. I turn back to my work to finish the first steps before editing.

Nearly 45 minutes later, Mom calls me to dinner. I do a quick save on my work and then head down the hall to the kitchen. Seeing Mom ready to plate our food, I move quickly to set the table. I grab silverware, napkins, and glasses.

"What do you want to drink with dinner, Mom?" I asked.

"Get us both milk, Honey. That will be best with the pasta."

I nod, but she doesn't see, and I step to the fridge to get the milk jug and pour two big glasses out. After putting the jug back, I see a big bowl of salad to the side and add it to the table with small plates. Mom then sets our pasta bowls full of fresh gnocchi down, accompanied by a shaker of Parmesan cheese. I seat Mom like a gentleman on a fluke, and Mom smiles gratefully. I take my seat, and we dig in. Dinner is quiet as I see Mom thinking hard about something. When we finish, I take care of the dishes and clean up the kitchen, sending Mom to the living room.

Several minutes later, I joined Mom after rinsing everything and tossing it all into the dishwasher with cleaner before setting it to run. When I arrive, though, Mom has turned on the TV but is staring off into space, the screen showing the program guide. Seeing that something is bothering her, I double back and get Mom a glass of wine. I bring it back in and, lightly taking her hand, put the glass into hers. She looks up, startled, but gives me a small smile for the wine.

I sit down next to her and gently squeeze her hand to let her know I'm there for her. She sighs, then picks up the TV remote and flicks it off. Next, she takes a healthy swig of her wine. Sighing again, she says, "I miss your Dad, Honey. I hate it when he's away, especially when it's so long like this time."

"I know, Mom, but he is working so hard, so you don't have to." I try to reassure her.

My father is a businessman for a Fortune 100 company. He works on mergers and acquisitions, much like the guy in Pretty Woman. Only Dad is the face of the corporation, not the owner. His extreme salary allows Mom to stay home, especially when we were little, and even now, at times, to be a stay-at-home Mom. She was the mom who was always there, and still is. The mom who was part of the PTA and a supporter of whatever sport or activity we kids were into at the time. Like now, Mom is all-in about supporting me in my dream to become the next Ansel Adams.

On that score, I'm pretty good at outdoor shots and decent at action shots, like at sports events. In high school, I was on the school newspaper and part of the official yearbook committee--many of my candid shots made it into my Senior yearbook, especially. Over the last few years, I have developed an interest in photography, an obsession some might call it, especially my sister Katie. To that end, Mom has bought me various cameras and some editing software. I was actually using that when she came in earlier.

To change the direction of the atmosphere, I asked, "What was the favor you wanted to ask me, Mom?"

She brightened then, even getting a little excited. "I want you to take photos of me for your Dad. I want to send him some photos to remind him what he keeps leaving at home alone and lonely."

I grin and add, "And horny, Mom?" She giggles and slaps my leg with a non-committal shrug. "Okay. What kind of pictures are you thinking about?"

"Um, some sexy pictures, Kevin. Remember, I want Dad to remember what he left at home." She blushes and takes another good-sized swig of her wine.

"Am I your only option here, Mom? I mean, do you want your son to see you in this sexy way?"

"Well, your twin sister is a flake behind a camera, and it's not like I want or could trust anyone else. So, yeah, you get nominated, but only if it won't gross you out seeing your old Mom scantily clad for pictures for your father." She blushes some more but doesn't drink, this time lifting her chin instead.

"Old my foot. Forty-five isn't old, Mom. And the way you stay fit and trim, thanks to a healthy diet and regular gym time, is simply amazing. Look at you. You could pass for a woman half your age, even after having three kids, the youngest sitting here at almost twenty. You are a classic MILF, Mom. Unfortunately, many of my friends from high school loved reminding me to see me turn red in embarrassment. I couldn't deny your beauty and didn't want to, really. I'm proud of having a beautiful and sexy Mom."

"You think I'm 'Sexy', Kevin?" Mom asks, a little surprised.

"Of course I do, Mom. I'm your son, not blind. Besides, it's not like you 'hide your light under a bushel' as Gramms used to say." Mom blushes again but nods at the truth of my statement about her and Gramms' well-known 'Gramma-isms.' "So, are you ready to get your 'Sexy' on, Mom? I'll grab my camera and meet you in your room in what... ten minutes, sound good?"

"Make it fifteen. I need to put my face on."

"The one you have on right now is perfect, Mom," I say, stroking her cheek lovingly. She leans into my palm and moans lightly at the caress and caring words. After slurping down the remainder of her wine, she nods, hops up, and saunters off to her bedroom.

I grin at Mom's quick turnaround: from miserable and missing Dad to excited to take pictures for him. I head to my room and prep my most suitable camera for the job. I grab my bounce flash and tripod, and I'm ready.

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Perspective shifts to a description of the activities away from the first person.

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Almost exactly fifteen minutes later, Mom calls out, "I'm almost ready with the first outfit, Kevin Honey."

'First outfit. How many does she plan on doing this in?' He thinks to himself as he heads from his room to hers.

Meanwhile, Kevin's mom, Christine--Christy to her friends--has laid out three outfits of increasing sexiness. The last is a multi-piece set in Fire Engine Red. 'If this doesn't get my husband's motor running, nothing will.' She then slips into the first nightgown, this one in pale yellow. It has a built-in bra of sorts with a matching set of sexy panties. It reaches just above her knees but in a semi-sheer material, giving that sexy look without showing off her goods. Just as she finishes dressing and touching up her makeup, she slips into the gown, and a knock comes at the door.

"Mom, I've got my gear. Where are we taking these pictures?" Christy hears Kevin ask through the door.

She pads to the door and opens it with a grin on her face. Kevin is startled by the vision that is his mother. He smiles and nods his approval.

"Very sexy, Mom. So, where are we shooting this outfit?" Kevin asks, noting his mother's smooth, tanned legs and a small amount of cleavage.

"How about the kitchen? You know, like I'm flitting around the kitchen looking sexy for my husband, awaiting his return?"

"Okay, let's hit it. We can discuss possible poses and locations in the room when we see what we've got that might suit your needs."

Christy takes Kevin's arm as they step down the hall to the kitchen. They both smile at the closeness they have always enjoyed. Kevin first looks at the room to see what 'props' are available for these shots and the 'domestic' intention of these shots. He figures the stove, the sink, and the kitchen table. Christy approves of his choices.

They get a few from his tripod with Christy at the stove pretending to cook something in a frying pan. These are pictures where she looks over her shoulder, smiling demurely but with a touch of sexiness. A few more are taken at the sink, where she is supposedly doing dishes, and her panty-clad bottom is on full display, her breasts in lovely profile as well. The swell of her well-toned ass and tight curves displayed exceedingly well. Lastly, a few more of her 'wiping off' the kitchen table. Both from behind, showing her butt prominently, and more from across the table with her looking into the camera with a very lovely down shot of her cleavage. With a quick review of the shots from the camera screen, Mom approves. They decide the next shots will be taken in the living room. Christy heads off to her room to change into the next nightgown.

Kevin sets the tripod in what he feels will be the best spot for a few shots on the couch and his father's recliner. While his mother is gone, he also adjusts his semi-hard cock to a more comfortable position. 'Well, if I'm getting hard taking these pictures of Mom, Dad should love the finished product.' He chuckles to himself.

Christy slips out of the little yellow number and tosses it into the hamper. She does note a little amount of moisture in her panties, too, as they pull away from her sex, and again when she picks them up to chuck him into the hamper. 'Well, I am feeling a little sexy for a change. Thinking about Ronald getting excited over pictures of me in these outfits and maybe rubbing one out to them, hmm, yummy.' She wipes the panties across her sex to wipe away the moisture before slipping into fresh ones with the next even sexier outfit.

This next nightie is in an equally pale bright green. This one is more transparent and tinier, putting more of her cleavage on display and almost all of her legs, the bottom coming just below her crotch. When she is ready, she steps out and returns to Kevin. She stops at the entrance to the living room as Kevin puts the finishing touches on his couch setup, placing cushions just so. She clears her throat and waits for him to see her striking a sexy pose. One with her hip cocked and one hand on that hip, the other hand at the nape of her neck.

Kevin turns and looks at his mother, his cock beginning to get hard again. But the professional in him kicks in, and he says, "Hold that pose, Mom, that's so sexy."

He grabs his camera off the tripod and snaps a few pictures from different angles before saying, "Okay, Mom, go to the couch and strike any sexy pose you want."

Christy grins at Kevin at the unconscious compliment of telling her that pose was sexy by saying 'another' sexy pose. She thinks about how this setting would be best viewed as sexy. She sits in an old-fashioned way. She sits in the middle with her back straight and her legs crossed sexily, thus pushing her prominently displayed rack out. Kevin remounts the camera on his tripod and begins shooting as Christy moves from one pose to the next. Sometimes, he has her slightly adjust her legs or arms for the best effect. That overall effect is giving him an unnoticed massive erection as he continues to work. Christy, however, notices and appreciates her ability to arouse her son and hopes for a similar effect on her husband.

When they finish, they pause for a water break, and Christy's nipples harden further when exposed to the cold air from the refrigerator. Kevin notices three things; her panties barely cover his mother's ass, and the fact her pussy is pushing hard into the thin material of her current panties, and the effect on him is a pulsing in his already hard cock. When she stands up again, he sees her hardened nipples that could cut glass. This is when he realizes he has a massive erection over his mother. 'Well, I guess if I'm hard, Dad will be too, right? Just what I think Mom wants.'

As they drink the water, Christy notes a small padded envelope she hadn't seen earlier. She notes it's addressed to her, oddly with no return address, but a postmark from Japan, where her husband is currently.

She looks at Kevin and asks, "When did this come, Kevin Honey?"

Kevin looks to where his mom points and, just then remembering, replies, "Sorry, Mom. It came in right before you got home from going out earlier. I forgot about it, honestly, because it wasn't for me."

After setting her water down, Christy looks at the package for a few seconds. Then she sees a zipper at one end, and she pulls the tab to open it. After a bit of a harsh tug, she opens the package and tilts it over to get whatever is inside out. Out falls a thumb drive into her palm. She looks at it curiously, then up at her equally curious son.

"Who would send you a thumb drive, Mom?" Kevin asks.

She shrugs. The added effect of jiggling her breasts isn't unnoticed by Kevin, but he stays focused on the unusual package with just a whisper of a smile. They looked at it, and each other, briefly wondering what to do with it.

Christy decides it is curious, but it can wait. She wants to finish what they are doing first. "Well, let's finish our picture project first, then circle back to this, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. It's your shoot. I'm just the guy behind the camera." He smiles at her, and she smiles back, both of them knowing he's more than that.

After they polish off their water, Kevin grabs his camera equipment, and they head to Christy's bedroom. She scoots ahead to grab her final lingerie set and into her ensuite bathroom, telling Kevin, "Set up while I change into my final outfit, Baby. I shouldn't be too long."

"Okay, Mom," Kevin replies as she closes the door. He looks around the room to scope out the best angles for longer shots before placing the tripod to capture his mom's return from the bathroom. He fluffs the pillows and peels the bed down a little, setting the scene of impending lusty actions.

Christy's last negligee is the most revealing by far and the naughtiest. The red color sets off her equally long, red hair. Her green eyes sparkle as she adds each piece to the complete ensemble. When she is finished, Christy looks at herself in the floor-length mirror behind the bathroom door. She grins and nods at her picture of hot sexuality. 'I bet this gives poor Kevin the biggest hard-on he will have tonight. Hopefully, his father will have the same reaction.' She takes a big breath before cracking the door and saying, "I'm ready, Mr. Cameraman."

"Okay, on three, step out slowly, Mom." Kevin takes up position behind his camera and then says, "One, Two, Three, Go."

Christy opens the door wide before stepping out slowly as requested. She frames herself in the doorway with another hip-protruding stance. He begins clicking away, and Christy moves to lean against the door frame, pushing her barely covered tits out. The pinafore sweeps to the sides, framing the porcelain skin of her trim and shapely form like red angel wings. The snug and sexy, absolutely sheer bra and panties don't hide a thing. The thigh highs and garter belt only add to the hotness that is Christy.

She moves and takes slow, measured steps toward the camera, her ankles seductively crossing as she does. Kevin's cock becomes rock hard, but he doesn't notice yet, but Christy does and smiles a little wider. 'Score,' she thinks to herself.

After six sultry steps, she moves towards the bed. First, she leans over, hands on the bed with her butt sticking out perpendicular to the camera showing her curves in profile. Her breasts hang slightly, with the curve of her ass barely encased by the panties. Then, she sits on the edge, taking the same first pose from the couch but with way more on display. The effect is way more erotic for her and Kevin. Kevin directs her to flip the pinafore behind her and then to lean back, her legs still together. She does, and she continues to follow the directions he provides, just as before. Next, Kevin has her spread her legs but with her hands lightly covering her sex, adding a coquettish look on her own.

Kevin has to suck in a sharp breath at that. His mother became the dream of every young man's ideal MILF. If his friends saw her like this, they would immediately pop their corks. He maintains his professional demeanor and continues with picture after picture of his smoking-hot mother. After that, he has her move up to the pile of pillows at the headboard and lean back. The view up, along her long, lean, yet curvy body is stunning. Kevin continues his focus on getting the best photos of Christy possible.

Christy is enjoying both the sexual and sultry nature of these photos. Also, the feeling of turning her son on, as well as her own moisture ramping up with her body tingling. Kevin has her assume the first pose while laid back. This time, with her arms out along the pillows behind her and her knees up, but showing her shapely bottom behind her closely held ankles. Her tits nearly push right out of her top, the swell of her breasts a magnificent sight to Kevin. Also, in the pictures, they will see together later.

Next, Christy moves her legs apart slightly, giving the viewer a shadowed view of her moistening crotch. Every picture is getting hotter by the second. Christy's expression becomes more heated and passionate at the thought of her husband seeing her in her sexual glory. It also doesn't hurt her self-esteem that Kevin's cock is so hard to be a significant tent in his pants that it thrills her, too. In the next part, Christy thinks up on her own and crawls slowly across the bed towards the camera, much like a prowling lioness, leaving the pinafore behind. Kevin sees the lust and intensity in her movements, especially her eyes, and proceeds to capture it diligently.

When Christy gets to the end of the bed, she spins around and, with her knees firmly together, looks back over her butt into the camera in the hottest look yet. The view like this of his mother's butt makes Kevin's cock twitch twice and ooze out copious pre-cum but still goes unnoticed by the young man as he continues to do his best work ever. Christy notes the wet spot emerging on Kevin's pants front, and her crotch moistens more. A small thrill travels Christy's spine, causing her to shiver slightly.

Kevin then thinks he sees something wrong with her lingerie, "Hold still, Mom. There's something wrong with your panties, I think." Christy holds as directed but is soon surprised at the lightest touch to her slightly protruding pussy lips. She gasps at the electric shock of the touch to her sex. Her eyes go wide at a flaring heat that starts in her core and spreads rapidly throughout her.

"Oh, Kev. That's not a malfunction. These panties are crotchless, and that's Mama's pussy your touching. God, that feels good, too."

"God, Mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you there. I just want these pictures to be the best and give you what you want for Dad." As he says that, Kevin realizes two things; he is still touching her pussy, and that she is incredibly wet down there.

"It's okay, Baby. I know you mean well. But maybe you should stop touching me. It's beginning to feel too good. Do you think we're done? Or should we get a few more pictures?"

"Maybe a couple more with your knees slightly open, hinting at the treasure within. If that doesn't get Dad's motor to full speed, he's dead." He grins, and Christy giggles.

"Okay, back to the viewfinder, Mr. Cameraman."

Kevin returns behind the camera, and after a quick adjustment to his crotch and the view, he nods, and Christy spreads her knees slightly. Kevin clicks off a few, then says, "Just another inch, Mom, and that should finish these up." She moves as directed, exposing just the barest swell of her swollen outer lips with her now slightly protruding inner lips. Kevin captures a few more and then declares, "That's a wrap! You were awesome, Mom. Sexy in the very best way. After seeing these, Dad should be ready to jump on the next plane home."

Christy reaches up to the bed and grabs the pinafore again, not realizing she is giving her son an even better and broader view of her exposed pussy. Kevin gasps and slaps his hand over his mouth to stifle the following moan. The move grants Kevin the barest glimpse of her honey hole, with its gathered moisture beginning to seep out. Kevin looks away before getting caught and returns to check his camera. He sees the memory is nearly full and notes the time. He is surprised they have been at this for almost two hours.

"Wow, we have been at this for a while, Mom. It's almost Nine. Let's do a quick review and see if you feel we need more or better shots."

"I'm sure they will be terrific, Kevin, with my talented son behind the camera, but sure, let's take a look." "Christy says as she wraps herself in the nearly sheer pinafore again."

Kevin powers down the camera and then pops the memory card. They step back to his room, and he slips the chip into the docking station for his laptop. After setting up a folder for each outfit and location, he opens the chip and begins to download the pictures to his computer. This only takes a few minutes with the powerful machine he has, again thanks to his Mom.

He opens the first folder when they are all copied and deleted from his memory card. The shots from the kitchen are just right--sweet and sexy of the dutiful yet beautiful wife.

Christy notes she can't see them as well as she would like and asks, "Can I sit down, baby? I want a better view."

"Sure, Mom." Kevin pushes back, but instead of allowing him to get up, Christy plops down in his lap, forgetting how barely dressed she is. Kevin is pleasantly surprised to have his recently confirmed, highly sexy mom in his lap.

They review each set of photos, and both note that the spreads get increasingly hotter with each outfit. The last one nearly burns the laptop screen as they are so hot and erotic.

"Well, did you get what you were after, Mom?" Kevin asks.

"Absolutely, and then some. You are a fantastic photographer, Honey! I think you really have found your calling." She kisses his cheek, then kisses his lips in an excited afterthought. The electric shock for them both is just as surprising as the accidental touch to her pussy.

"Wow," they say together when Christy breaks the kiss. Kevin quickly saves all the files and then burns them to an empty flash drive on his desk. It's then that they both remember the other flash drive. They return to the kitchen for more water and the curious flash drive.

Kevin speaks up and says, "Let's put it in my laptop, Mom, and see what it is." Holding hands for mutual support, Christy nods and heads to Kevin's room again. He sits down, takes the proffered drive, and slips it into an open USB port. The first thing he does is run two different Antivirus programs on it to be safe. Finding nothing, he opens the drive and finds two files. He opens the first labeled '#1' and finds multiple JPEGs. He then moves to the other file, '#2,' and finds a pair of MPEG videos.

"This is weird, Mom. Who would send you videos and pictures besides me?" Kevin asks her.

"I don't know, Honey. Maybe your Dad, but I doubt it. When he's working, nothing else is important." She sighs before saying, "I think even that includes us sometimes. Just play number one, and let's see what they want me to see." She returns to her seat in Kevin's lap, neither noticing her immediate proximity to Kevin's still hard cock.

The video opens with quiet muttering, just loud enough to be understood clearly. Kevin turns up the sound and replays the video from the beginning. Soon, they hear, "That son-of-a-bitch is at it again. I'm gonna get evidence this time." The video is pretty unstable and appears to be a close-up view of a door. Still, the door slowly creeps open, and other sounds are heard--very recognizable sounds of at least two people having sex, bodies slapping together loudly.

Kevin pauses the video and says, "Do you know that voice, Mom? It's definitely not Dad." He looks to his mother for answers.

She nods, "I'm pretty sure it's Marty Mason, the financial guy on your Dad's team. He's basically, an outstanding accountant. Go ahead and start the video again, Kevin."

"Are you sure, Mom? I'm afraid I know what we are about to see." Kevin asks, a deep concern for his mom in his voice. She nods and turns back to the laptop screen.

Kevin unpauses the video. A few seconds later, their suspicions are confirmed as the image clears to reveal Ronald, and they soon realize his young administrative assistant with her recognizable tramp stamp. "Fucking disgusting. He just can't be quiet and keep this shit to himself. I have to hear it every time through these goddamn connecting doors." They hear Marty mutter.

Shortly, they hear Ronald ask his assistant, "So, do you like your boss's cock in your hot, tight little pussy, Chastity? Do you like getting fucked by an older man?" She just moans her reply. The video ends a few seconds later.

Shocked, the two sit there staring at the finished clip. "Play the second one, Kevin." Kevin groans but clicks the second video.

It starts nearly identically with more commentary: "It's not bad enough that he's been banging his assistant for two years. Now he is tagging the opposition's assistant as well." The image clears again to see Ronald fucking the crap out of a young Japanese woman, and she's even younger than his own assistant. The clip ends with Ronald filling the young woman's pussy with his cream to a whimpering moan from her.

Again, they sit stunned for several seconds before a flush creeps up Christy's face and down her chest. "GOD DAMMIT! THAT CHEATING BASTARD!! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!"

Kevin pulls his Mom to him, cuddling her to him as her sobs start. Her anger doesn't take long to return and to stop her tears. She sits there in Kevin's arms, huffing out her anger before realizing she is nearly naked and being held by her virile young son. Those arms that have never hurt her and feel so strong and manly at the moment. She pulls back and looks into Kevin's worried gaze.

"I love you, Kevin. Promise me you will never do what your Dad has done to me and cheat on any girlfriend or wife."

"I promise, Mom. I could never hurt you or anyone else like that."

Christy realizes he included her in not cheating, which gets her juices going again. She gets a devious look on her face and says, "Let me up, honey, and grab your video camera. We need to make our own video for your father." Kevin opens his arms, looking confused. He closes the offending files. Then, he reaches behind his desk for the minicam on the shelf.

Christy grabs his hand and leads him from the room back to hers. Kevin mounts the camera to the tripod and looks at his mother, asking, "What do you have in mind, Mom?"

"Just a small video to let your father know he's been busted." She grins broadly. Kevin joins her, seeing life return to her usually luminous face.

"You got it, Mom. How about we redo the last part from you lying back to crawling up to the end of the bed before turning around?"

"Perfect, then you pick up where you left off, touching my pussy, and do what comes naturally. Fuck me hard and fill me with a nice fat creampie just like he did his sluts." Kevin looks back, shocked and excited.

"You want to shoot a cuckolding video, Mom?" Kevin husks out. Christy just nods and grins even broader.

"We'll save that until after I divorce his cheating ass, especially after I take him to the cleaners." They laugh hard at that together, knowing she will do that very thing. "Until then, my loving son will sleep in my bed and fuck me regularly. Even if I walk funny the next day." She says the last with wiggling eyebrows.

Kevin just bursts out a barking laugh and grabs his Mom in a bear hug before leaning in to kiss her hard on the mouth. Their tongues soon dance back and forth before Christy pulls back, saying, "We have a video clip to shoot before you get too excited, Mr. Cameraman. But I suggest you get undressed first. Let 'Mommy' help you with that since I'm right here." Says a lust-filled Christy.

Kevin grins, lifting his arms so his mom can pull his shirt off. Right after, she drops his tented and now pre-cum stained shorts to the floor. It's not more than a minute before Kevin is naked for the first time in years before his mother. They kiss hard again but pull back to begin their task to be able to get to the part they both have admitted they want now.

Kevin mounts and gets behind the minicam, then Christy takes her previous position, returning to lean back into the pillows. He frames the shot and sets the controls, but bolts from the room seconds later and returns nearly immediately. "I think we'll need the remote soon."

He wiggles a small controller in front of his mother. She giggles and asks, "Don't you think your hands will be full, though? Maybe I should have the remote, and you turn the viewer towards the bed."

"Fantastic idea. You must have a little artist in you, too, Mom."

"I hope to have a lot more 'Artist' inside me shortly." She laughs again, this time looking directly at Kevin's pulsing cock. They both laugh a happy, lustful sound before getting the ball rolling.

Kevin gets the camera rolling and asks Mom to speak a bit to set the sound level pickup. Once that's good, he deletes that file and resets the camera for the actual recording. Kevin uses his fingers to count Christy into action, counting down from three to point at her to go.

"Hi, Ronnie Honey. I thought you might enjoy this little video clip of your luscious wife. Hold on, it has a surprise ending." With that, she grins wide and begins the slow crawl to the bottom of the bed. This time, it was even more sexy than before, knowing it was a revenge video.

When Christy reaches the bottom, she holds her position while Kevin repositions the screen. He then enters the frame, which only shows him from the shoulders down perfectly. His rampant cock leads the way. He then reaches out like before and softly strokes his mother's wet nether lips to loud, lustful moans from Christy and wetness clearly on his fingers when he pulls them up for the camera. They then go out of the frame and into his mouth. Kevin's first taste of his mother's pussy has him hooked, and he adds his lusty moans to the soundtrack. Reaching back down, he slips one finger directly into his mom's hot pussy. She moans louder. He pumps a few more times before pulling it from her and slurps it clean again.

The next time, he slips two fingers in, and Christy blurts out, "Jesus Christ, Yes!" He pumps her several times until her juices are visibly running down her thighs. He slurps his fingers clean again, then steps up behind Christy. She has been looking back over her shoulder and directly into the camera, when she wasn't glancing up into her new lover's face.

Kevin rubs his better-than-average cock at his mother's slick entrance. Wetting his glans even further than his pre-cum has already. Christy nods, her mouth hanging open in anticipation as she breathes heavily. Kevin slides into her steaming depths slowly, savoring the first feeling of their coupling. They moan together as he bottoms out and holds there, savoring the moment and the feeling of the lava-level heat inside his mother's pussy.

After nearly a minute of his flexing and her squeezing her Kegels, they are ready to begin in earnest. Kevin slowly withdraws from Christy's steaming channel until only the head is inside before sliding back in. He begins pumping slowly to an internal rhythm that pleases them both. After a few minutes of this slow movement, Kevin hears Christy say, "Oh God, Yes! I love you, baby!" Kevin grins broadly at being able to pleasure his mother this way. And the bonus of some pretty rude revenge on his father gives it an extra twist.

After Christy moans again, Kevin picks up the pace to a solid, methodical pace. This causes the same slapping sounds from his father's video, along with the added slurping sounds of his mother's soaking wet pussy. His balls slapping her clit repeatedly as she nears orgasm quickly. Her knees spread wider, granting Kevin deeper access and touching her insides deeper than any man before, including Ronald. Her breathing becomes ragged as she nears the edge of her orgasm. That's when Kevin leans down slightly, grabs her nipples, and pulls and twists them hard, throwing her right off the precipice of her orgasm.

"OH GOD YES!!! I-I-I-I'm Cu-cu-cumming!! Oh! Thank... You... Lover!!!" Christy screams out.

Kevin pumps for as long as he can move, but he soon is forced to bury himself, and he lets go filling his mother with a huge creampie. He grunts out, "I'm C-cumming!" He thinks it may be the biggest load he has ever delivered into any woman he has been with and hopes that's so. 'Maybe I'm knocking up my own mother with so much cum overriding her birth control.' Kevin grins as he empties himself into her. When he begins to soften, he pulls gently free and shows the camera his handiwork.

That's when Kevin leans down to look into the camera, saying, "Hey, Dad. Surprise. When you see this, just know I've been fucking Mom since the day we found out you have been cheating on her for at least two years. What a dumbass you are, Dad. To sleep with young sluts instead of the sexy woman you kept leaving at home alone. Don't worry about it now, though. I'll use your money to treat Mom the way you should have." Kevin grins again.

"Along with filling her smoking hot body with so much cum, I may knock her up myself." Christy moans lustily, hearing this. "How would that be, Dad? Having a grandchild you'll never see from your ex-wife and son. It gets me hot just thinking about it. Gotta go now. I feel a new hard-on coming, and you're not invited this time." Kevin kills the recording.

He turns back to Christy and says, "Do you think that will kill him or what?"

They burst out laughing, and Christy rolls to her back with her arms wide open to her son, beckoning him back to her ready pussy. Kevin climbs back in between her legs, scooting them back up the bed before slamming hard into Christy's pussy to cries of, "Fuck Yeah! Fill me with your hard cock Kevin. Put more of your baby batter inside your mother."

Her lust-filled gaze takes in her loving son and her new lover before pulling him down to deep kisses filled with love. They kiss for a minute before Kevin's pummeling of her pussy gets too energetic to maintain the liplock. Then Christy just begins to continuously moan feral sounds as she is fucked like she has never been fucked before. The energy and passion pouring from her son is amazing to her, and the next thing she knows, she is cumming again and again. When he cums again many minutes later, Kevin himself sounds like a feral dog, some kind of primal animal, and Christy loves it.

When Kevin finishes, he falls on top of Christy. She wraps him in her arms and legs, pulling him as tight to her as possible, loving every bit of their contact and love. When his cock shrinks enough to draw from her sloppy pussy, the resulting liquid flow makes Christy giggle, but it also allows Kevin to get his mind right and slips down beside his mother with a satisfied sigh.

"My God, Kevin. You are a fantastic lover. I always thought those little tramps you brought home were over-acting, but clearly not. Not since you just did the same thing to me, your love-starved mother and new lover. I may not be able to take that pounding every day, but you were right in telling your father that you would be sleeping in my bed from now on." She leans over and kisses her new man tenderly. He happily returns the kiss.

"I'd love that too, Christy. To have you as my lover from now on would be a pleasure." They cuddle up for several minutes before all the juices cause them to become chilled and uncomfortable. They wipe a lot of it off on the now destroyed sheet before stepping together into their first lover's shower to happy, contented sounds filling both the bath and bedroom.

After the water is running nice and warm, they slip into the stream together--the hot, erotic feeling still with them. In only a minute, Kevin feels the need to have Christy again and, surprising her, lifts her from her feet, slipping his cock into her again. He pushes her back to the marble wall of the enclosure and begins thrusting solidly into her to heavy moans. Christy's arms hold tightly to Kevin's neck and shoulders. He continues until they cum again together. He fills her with more hot, sticky cum to tremendous moans from Christy as he grunts out his satisfaction. They hold still like that for a minute, each head buried in the other's neck.

After a minute of recovery, they look back into each other's eyes and then kiss deeply again, the love still there but the heat dissipating with their final coupling of the night. Kevin helps Christy back to her somewhat shaky feet. They kiss long again before returning to the water to clean up. After a sensual rub down while cleaning each other's bodies, especially their intimate parts, they finish and step out to dry off.

They return to the bedroom, remove the soiled comforter from the bed, and throw on a new one from the nearby cedar chest. They then climb into the bed, arms and legs intertwined, faces only an inch apart. They kiss each other gently back and forth before allowing sleep to take them.

The following week, Ronald video-called once to 'check in' on his family, but Christy and Kevin knew it was just a cover at this point. During the same week, Christy transferred a significant amount of the joint checking to a new account at another bank. Using that money, she hired the best divorce attorney in town, and he took it pro bono. Christy supplied him with the videos and pictures on the flash drive, which Kevin had copied to a secure cloud storage before handing over the original. As an added protection, she sends an email to Ronald's boss, but with the file password protected and the email stating the password will be sent at the appropriate time. A second recipient was sent the attachments, also password-protected with a much different message.

Several weeks later, the divorce proceedings were finalized. Christy sent Kevin and her lawyer to represent her, as she did not want to see Ronald again. She had pre-signed a Power of Attorney for Kevin to sign on her behalf for the finalized Divorce decree. Ronald was surprised to see his son and not his wife.

As the formalities are completed, the irony of his signing to complete his parents' divorce while having regular sex with his mother and, these days, his full-time lover strikes him as humorous. He signs the document with a smile and a slight chuckle.

His father notes both and asks, "You think it's funny that your mother and I are divorcing, Kevin? Why is that?"

"In part because you were such an idiot to leave a loving and sexy woman at home to bang girls less than half your age. More so, the irony is that I am the one signing away your divorce for Mom. You were a fool, Dad. I get the appeal of the girls, they are hot, but I should have been banging them, not you. You should have gone home to your wife and used that sexual heat to please her and yourself, but I guess that's your loss. Not to mention the alimony you're giving up because you couldn't keep it in your pants. Good-bye Dad. I doubt our relationship will survive your infidelity either."

With a shocked look on his father's face, Kevin finished signing the papers that would secure his mother's freedom and stood to walk out. I waited briefly while the lawyers filed out ahead of us, their part having been completed. When we were alone again, I reached out a handshake of my goodbyes to my father, not a hug. I slip him a flash drive, saying, "I have a small present for you, Ronald. You should watch this alone. Goodbye." With that, I step from the room and head back to my loving Christy.

Ronald looks down at the bit of plastic in his hand, now worried about what it might contain. He calls for his car service and steps from the building into the town car awaiting him. Ronald returns to his plush office, telling his secretary that he isn't to be disturbed unless it's a matter of life and death. Settling into his desk, he slips it into his laptop after fingering the flash drive for several minutes in doubt.

He runs an anti-virus just to be sure. He then opens the flash, and there are two folders. First, there are the original files Christy received, with the voice disguised but still understandable. He looks at them to see how he had been caught after all these years of banging assistant after assistant. He gets mildly angry but knows that part will continue, even easier now that he doesn't have to hide it from his wife. He moves to the other folder labeled 'For Ronald.'

He sees three videos labeled like the first file: one, two, and three. He sees another file labeled 'Boudoir' and opens that first. He looks at the pictures in a slide show, seeing the finished product that had earned Kevin an A+ from his art teacher. Those same pictures that had initially been taken for him, but in reality lit the fire that became his divorce. Plus, the relationship he doesn't know about between Christy and Kevin. His cock does become harder as he watches the pictures slip across his screen as Christy had intended.

Next, he moves on to the #1 video, wondering why Kevin would hand him these pictures. When the video of Christy begins playing, he unzips and pulls out his cock. When the end comes with Kevin showing his face, Ronald's erection goes limp in his shock. Now, he is afraid of the second video.

The next video opens with Kevin grinning into the camera as he says. "Well, I guess my first video to you about leaving Mom home alone went over like a lead fart. This one will be just as hot with another surprise ending."

The screen moves to two women lying back on the bed he recognizes as his former bed that he shared with Christy. The women's faces are covered with Mardi Gras masks. He guesses one is Christy, but can't tell due to the muted lighting. Kevin takes up position at the end of the bed, and both women do the same slow crawl to the end. They then tag team Kevin's cock in a splendid blowjob.

Ronald can tell one is a Blonde and the other a Redhead, but that doesn't give him anything to tell who they are yet. The women work diligently to give a very erotic yet quick BJ. While one sucks his cock, the other slurps, sucks, and licks his son's balls. They switch off regularly with a barely heard command from out of frame. Ronald becomes aroused again, but unconsciously is waiting for the other shoe to drop. When Kevin cums he splatters their tits with a very generous amount of cum.

They quickly move back onto the bed along the side, Kevin taking position between the blonde's open legs to plunge into her sloppy wet pussy to audible squishing sounds. Kevin begins pounding her with abandon to loud moans and muted words of 'Oh yes,' 'harder,' and 'faster.' The blonde cums hard in under five minutes, Ronald realizes. Kevin quickly moves to the Redhead and slams into her with equal, if not greater, power. She too cums in under five minutes with even more and louder moans and some 'Fuck yeah's.' Ronald is finally coming to understand his son's prowess as a lover.

His full realization comes when a third woman gets on the end of the bed in doggie position, and Kevin moves to take her to Pound Town, too. Her screams are even louder, probably because she is closer to the camera, Ronald thinks. Her muttering seems different to Ronald, though, but he can't put a finger on why. This latest woman is cumming in even less time and is obviously enjoying it like the previous two. The last woman recovers quickly and kneels down and inhales Kevin's cock to take his load down her throat and in her mouth.

The next thing Ronald sees is all three women kneeling in front of the camera. A voice he recognizes as Kevin's counts down from three, and the women pull their masks off simultaneously. There, before his eyes are his current assistant, his previous assistant, and the young Japanese woman he had on his last trip.

They all grin and say, "He was much better, Ronald. He even asked if he could cum inside us or not." The Japanese girl drops out as the other two continue. "None of us were on protection before you had your way with us. Non-voluntarily, by the way. Plus, doing it in the workplace: in your office, under the desk, over the desk, etc. is considered Sexual Harassment, Boss."

Ronald's blood freezes at the mention of that transgression in this hyper-politically correct time.

Kevin leans in now as the girls all step out of frame. "Well, I'm guessing you have a glimpse of the near future since both your current and former secretary will be pressing harassment charges. This is just a demonstration to your overinflated ego that those misogynistic ways are over. You should call your lawyer. You're going to need him. I suggest a different one than the one that took care of your divorce. Goodbye, Ronald." The video ends, and Ronald is shaking.

He looks at the final video clip with guiene fear. His hand shaking, he grasps the mouse and clicks on the final video. The familiar view of his former bedroom appears again.

Christy walks into the frame smiling, "We realized with these videos that I never actually said 'Goodbye' to you, Ronald." The pain of remembering the original realization that Ronald had been cheating on her comes to her face briefly. "The pain you caused this family just to get your dick wet elsewhere will taint any further contact you have with any of our children, particularly Kevin. He was there through all those nights I cried at the loss of all the years we shared." She then grins wickedly. "But he was also there to remind me what I found with him as he repeatedly pounds me nightly. He's a fucking stud in every way. So, Thank you for being a weak bastard so I can find a real man. Goodbye, Ronald." Christy walks out of the frame.

"Oh yeah, Ronald. Remember when I told you about not having any contact with any 'grandkids' Christy and I might have? Well... Have a look for yourself." A naked waist steps into frame, showing a distended belly, the impression of pregnancy obvious. "The baby is due next fall and will never know its grandfather. Your egotistical ass isn't welcome around us." The camera begins to pan up the naked body, scanning over semi-petite breasts to the smiling face at the top.

"Hi, Daddy. Mom is right. Kevin is a stud. He knocked me up on the first try when he got my cherry. So much for you getting me first, and it 'not cheating on Mom because it's in the family.' You should have seen how they both went ballistic when I told them that. We had to patch the wall in the living room after Kevin punched a hole in it. Well, I guess this is my goodbye, too. You really screwed up, so this is it. Goodbye." Ronald's face has gone completely white as he looks into the face of Kevin's twin sister, Katie.

The nail in the coffin was the next face of his older daughter, Georgia. "Wow, Dad. When it didn't work on me, you went after my little sister. I never told anybody about you coming on to me when I first went to college. You're saying, 'You want your first time with someone that loves you to lose your virginity.' I told you, 'I know,' blowing off the idea you were trying to be that 'loving person.' But when I found out about your infidelity with young women, I knew it was just ego and told Mom. She told Kevin, and eventually, we all told Katie, and she told us about you again. I thought Kevin was going to run out of the house with a bat and beat you to death. We all calmed him down, and Mom came up with these video ideas. Kevin made them all happen, even organizing your assistants against you. I guess he should have been the one to bang them, not you. Well, he has now, as you've seen if you watched these videos in order. Goodbye, Ronald."

The video ends with a clip of all three women: Christy, Katie, and Georgia getting pounded a few strokes by Kevin, and them all moaning in pleasure. The video ends, and another thing happens. The entire flash drive is wiped clean of data. The worm activated when reaching the final frame of Kevin blowing his load over all three kneeling women. The evidence that any incest is taking place within their family is gone forever. The worm dies after ten repetitions of wiping the drive, and it's also now undetectable.

Ronald sits there, white as a sheet, sweating profusely without noticing. He stares at the empty screen until the screen saver kicks in, breaking his dazed condition. He slowly takes stock of his condition and makes his way into the executive washroom woodenly. He sees the haunted look on his face and knows everything that his family said was true or will come true soon. Instead of cleaning up, he wobbles back to his desk. He removes a glass and a bottle of scotch from the desk. He pours three fingers and slugs it down without tasting it. Sitting in his chair, he pours another drink and swallows it quickly but without slamming it. Ronald thinks, 'I had it all. A wonderful family, a great career making us a crap ton of money, and what did I do? I fucked it away.'

He opens the second drawer on his desk's right side. So he doesn't second-guess, he grabs an object from his drawer and pulls it out quickly. He puts the pistol under his chin and pulls the trigger, just like in The Shawshank Redemption, and he is gone. The entire floor hears the shot, and security is on the scene immediately. The men responding are former police officers and former military personnel. They shake their heads and keep everyone out. Closing the door to preserve the scene. The senior man reports to the owner and informs him of the death. The owner shakes his head as he has just finished viewing the previously locked email attachment from Ronald's wife, ex-wife, or is it widow? He knows he will settle any sexual harassment suits on the company's dime. He has been faithfully married to the same woman for over forty years and finds this behavior reprehensible.

The police arrive soon after, and they take statements, collect the remains, and notify the family. The funeral was held a few days later. Ronald's family came out to say goodbye one last time. The family feels a little guilt that Ronald would take his own life instead of taking responsibility for his actions. It's Kevin stepping into the shoes his father abandoned that makes them realize a few essential things.

"His ego couldn't take the fact that he screwed up in so many ways. I suspect that looking ahead to the near future, as I said in the last video, he snapped. He decided to do what he did, not our doing in any way. Those videos showed him the monster he had become, and he couldn't look back. He was weak, like Mom said he was. We just didn't know how weak and how easy it was for him to escape his problems."

All three women, and Kevin himself, realized the truth of his words. They moved on as a family should. Since the lawyers hadn't yet filed the divorce decree, Christine received all the marital assets upon Ronald's death, per his still on file Will.

The pregnancy in the video of Katie had been faked by a little kink fetish known as inflation. That's where air is pushed into the person's, usually a woman's, bowels as an erotic action. Katie stated she didn't want to do it again, and the other women agreed after trying it because Katie had taken one for the team. The love and sex continued between the whole family, Kevin being a happy yet busy man.

All three young people have continued their schooling. Georgia went on to major in communication. She took her education in a different direction by becoming a popular local radio DJ and soon paired with another talented woman, a comedian, to begin a highly successful career.

Kevin went on to have a mess of world-class photos on the cover of all the major fashion magazines. But he took his carreer into the stratosphere when he returned to erotic photography. He had all the major adult magazines banging down his door for photo sets, beginning with Playboy and Penthouse, eventually doing some for hustler. Later on moving from behind the camera to editing others photos and coaching them to better products.

Katie went on to get a degree in general studies. When an opening arose at Ronald's former company, she was hired as the owner's personal assistant. She worked there for a few years until she became pregnant with Kevin's child for real. She then replaced Christy as the stay-at-home mom, the leader of the PTA, and everything Mom had done for them throughout their growing-up years.

Christy decides to take an unusual tack and starts writing erotica about the sexy times her family has had. She used the pen name MamaBareNYC and became immensely popular in her own right. She first publishes on a site called Literotica, then branches out to others and gets paid for her work. She loves the feeling of working after years of more sedate activities when her kids were small. Adding her income to the household makes her feel great.

As predicted, Kevin remained in Christy's bed until Katie became pregnant. Then Christy and her daughter switched rooms, and Katie and Kevin slept together from then on. Kevin continues to have sex with both sisters and Christy, even if her libido has slackened over the years, so they are together usually once a week to both Kevin's and Christy's pleasure. The twins have a son first, followed by twin girls a few years later. Kevin even fathers a child for Georgia, another son. The children are: Devon, Kara, and Kimberleigh (of course, Kim for short), and finally, Gene. The family moves after Katie is found to be carrying twins to a bigger house. Everyone is happy in their new place throughout the remainder of Kevin's and Georgia's professional careers. Both retired early, having made enough money to last well into their children's adulthood.

The family takes trips as time allows; the first of these is to Disneyland, when the kids are old enough to enjoy it. In the summers, they camp randomly throughout the Northeast. Their favorites are in Maine, especially around the water.

The End.