Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

Mom looked to me.

I shrugged and waved them away. “Hey, you girls do your thing. I’m just here to take pictures.”

Mom looked down and shook her head.

“Oh fuck it,” she said. “Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two.” She pointed a stern finger at my sister and I as she walked behind the rocks.

“Scouts honor,” I called out watching my sister skip off behind her.

I tried to busy myself checking and double checking cameras and settings. The lenses were ready and clear. The ISO was perfect. Plenty of room left my memory card. It had now become blatantly obvious that all I have now been doing was killing time. Problem is, that’s what I needed to do. I needed to kill time, toll away moments, because any time I stop for a second, my mind instantly went to what was happening on the other side of those rocks. And with the way the day had turned out, dark thoughts corrupted my imagination.

My mother, more than likely laying down in the sand, or perhaps sitting on a large rock, her legs spread and bathing suit bottoms removed. Her eyes fixed on my sister between her thighs. Kelly’s fingers holding tight the sensitive skin of Moms loins. I imagine her face close enough to smell the woman that she is. A razor gently sliding through the foam on her soft skin in hushed scrapes.

They say nothing. Eyes fixed on the task. Their breaths become deep. Long. Kelly’s face is so close. Her mother’s vagina a handful of inches away. She can see the glimmer of moistness shine across her lips as they begin to slowly part with each heartbeat. It’s as if it is calling to her, welcoming her inside.

Kelly stares transfixed, inching closer and closer. Mom’s scent washes over her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Kelly’s mouth grows dry as her breath grows hotter, billowing across our mother’s most private skin, funneling up to her moist, sensitive vagina and blowing across her shimmering clitoris. Deep and dark waves of pleasure bring goosebumps to their skin.

Slowly, Kelly’s tongue snakes out from between her dry lips and pushes forward, begging to taste the salty flesh…

“Hey Jason! Are you asleep?” Kelly called out.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the present. What the hell was that?

“Shit! Sorry,” I said shaking my head. “All done?”

Kelly was walking up to me with Mom’s towel draped over her arm.

“Yes Sir!” she chimed with a wide grin. Her cheeks and skin were bright red. “That was so wild. I’ve never studied a vagina that close for so long. Got to say, Moms got a nice little cunt.”

If I were drinking anything, I would have choked.

“Jesus, Kelly!” I exclaimed.

“What? She does.”

“I’m gonna add that to the list of weird shit I didn’t expect to hear today.”

Kelly shook off the towel, obviously proud of herself. “I’m just saying, I’m impressed.” With a big flick, she let it catch the breeze and gently laid it on the sand. “I don’t think it’s a big deal but I didn’t give her a complete clean-cut. I left a little race track right here because I think that’s a little hotter.” She traced her finger up and down her pelvis.

Please wait…

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