Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

“Ready when you are, Mom,” I called.

My breath caught in my throat as she rounded the corner.

She stood in the doorway backlit from the light that oozed out of the bathroom. She wore the very same outfit that I could tell she purchased earlier. It was a black bra and thong with a silky black garter belt and stockings finishing it off with a set of high heel pumps. She was sexier than I could’ve ever hoped for, blowing away any of my expectations. Though still, I could see behind her eyes lay uncertainty.

“You okay?” I asked.

She hesitated, fighting the urge to cover herself.

“I feel a little exposed,” she said holding the doorframe. “This is nothing like with the swim suits.”

I looked back to Kelly as a new thought came to me.

“What if we were to even out the playing field a little?” I asked. Both girls looked at me in confusion.

I continued, “If it would help, I could strip down a little, and maybe even Kelly too if she’s willing.” I nodded toward my sister who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

Mom’s uncertainty was growing. “I don’t know. Maybe this is a little too much…”

“No Mom, it’s fine,” Kelly said as she dropped the bounce. Before either I or our mother could respond, she had already peeled off her pants leaving herself in pink bikini panties and the halter top. She shucked the pants to the side. “Sorry, no bra so that’s as far as I can go,” she said while juggling her breasts in the most nonchalant manner.

This was some kind of night.

“You’re up Bro,” Kelly said. I looked over and saw Mom smiling, her eyebrows raised, as if now daring me to do the same.

I rolled my eyes and said “Fuck it.”

Off came my shirt, shoes and socks leaving me in just my jeans in front of my scantily clad family. I couldn’t help but blush as I heard Mom whistle from the doorway.

“Thanks,” I joked, this time I was the one to roll their eyes. “I’ll take that to mean you are feeling better.”

She smiled and raised her arms higher up the doorframe, stretching her body out as if she were already being shot.

“Now remember, if you are uncomfortable, let me know. This is just to be an exercise.”

She nodded.

“And I believe it goes without saying that none of this ever gets back to your father.”

Kelly and I both nodded.

She smiled.

“Well then Mr. Photographer… Where would you like me?” she asked leaning against the frame once more, this time sliding one of her legs against the other.

I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. It came. “Let’s start on the bed.”

She sat on the end atop the white comforter, facing us. I turned to Kelly as she smiled, crouching down and positioning the bounce to catch the light the way I had shown her. Her nipples pressed with fury against her top threatening to rip through. My own cock again stirring as the gravity of what was about to happen begin to sink in.

Show time.

I brought the camera up to my eye.

“Let’s start with you sitting up straight. Legs together but your feet apart.”

“Like this?” She did just that, staring straight at me, posed as if the embodiment of every man’s desire.

Please wait…

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