They both nodded and assumed their positions. Mom, shifting her weight between one foot and the other as waves washed up behind her. Kelly, squatting down, the reflector in front of her illuminating our mother. The sun was my last fear, as it had just begun to set.
“Okay, we are going to have to do these real fast with quick changes. We have about an hour light left.” I said.
They both nodded.
“Alright, Mom, look right here. Remember how we made the last looks more fun and flirty? Well these need to be more flirty than fun. You good with that?”
She smirked, placed one hand on the small of her arched back, pushed her ass and chest out as she leaned forward.
“Like that?” she asked.
I could hear Kelly giggling behind me. “Our Mom’s the best.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Perfect,” I said and started snapping away.
The hour blew by in a heartbeat, though I had begged for each second to remain longer. I couldn’t determine what was more enthralling; watching our mother through my view finder, or catching her between shots with my own eyes. She was like a different person, as if something she had caged up had been released.
She began to sway in place, rocking her hips to songs that only she could hear. Her eyes fixed to the lens, beckoning for the viewer to come closer. Her lips would purse, or part to allow a deep breath, or even feel the momentary caress of her tongue if she felt inclined. She toyed with the camera, toyed with me, even Kelly who never said a word except during changes which were not that frequent. But, true to their promises, were quick and expedited. Perhaps due to the sparsity of covering, but it felt like only a second would pass from when she went in to when she came out wearing another suit always slightly more suggestive then the previous.
She had been wearing the last suit, a light blue string bikini when we moved to the boulders. She leaned against a rock, looking at us over her shoulder. The fabric framed her ass perfectly. Tight, and curvaceous. A string from the tie hung low and brushed against the shelf of her buttocks as it blew in the breeze. I couldn’t help but grow jealous.
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“Beautiful,” I said rotating to portrait.
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“Lift your chin up a little.”
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“Nice. Hold it.”
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“Now shift your weight and lower your right arm a little.”
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“Good. Now a little more.”
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“There you go. Perfect”
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“Perfect,” I whispered.
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She was certainly a sight to behold. Tempting. Alluring. Captivating and so much more, yet at the same time, in the back of my head, I kept having to remind myself that this was our mother. The woman who birthed us, raised us, and supported us all our lives. I had to keep reminding myself over and over because it was in those moments when I stopped, that my mind began to wonder what her skin tasted like. How it would feel to run my fingers through her hair. To nibble on her neck or feel the weight of her ass cheek in my palm.
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Kelly’s voice suddenly broke the sounds of the shutter.
“Mom, can we try something?” she asked.