It was getting harder and harder to maintain control. Time to move forward.
“Put your hands on your hips and loop your thumbs in the waistband of your panties.”
She tilted her head, concealing a smirk and followed my directions.
“Now pull them down an inch like you’re teasing us.”
She did just that only pulling them away from her side as she swayed back and forth; first the left then the right. Each time hinting like she was about to show us more than we had asked. Then they lowered, stopping just as we saw a wisp of hair.
And now the gamble.
“Take them off,” I commanded and heard Kelly’s breath catch in anticipation.
Without a missing a beat, our mother pushed her wet panties down unveiling her pussy to me for the first time, glistening and gaping with a small patch of hair.
She stood there naked, displaying her body to both of her horny children clad in nothing but stockings, pumps, and a look of pure carnal hunger. I had played my hand, but had not called the game.
“Come back to the bed,” I told her. She did just that, sitting on the edge and immediately spreading her legs wide. I got closer, standing now between her legs and shooting down. My clad hardon now right in front of her, but she never broke my gaze.
“What now?” She asked, biting her lip and playing her role well.
“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, but keep looking at me,” I said.
She shivered as one hand snaked down her body and her breath catching as her fingers trailed over her clit.
I could smell her. The scent was intoxicating to say the least. I felt like I could taste her in the air, that tangy yet sweet flavor of a woman.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she gasped. “It’s so, sooo nasty.” Her hips were now gyrating as she began to pleasure herself.
“I think you like being nasty,” I said, now kneeling down and getting a close up view of the action.
“Maybe,” she moaned as her finger circled her gaping folds. Her lower lips were swollen and parted, oozing with a hunger to be filled.
“Show me your pussy,” I said to her.
Her eyes were closed. “You can already see it.”
“I know I can see it,” I said, now my voice growing stern as I set the camera to the side. “I want you to spread the lips with one hand and really show it to me.”
There was a brief moment of hesitation. Perhaps I had gone too far, pushed her out of her comfort zone altogether. But then her hand reached down and with her middle and index finger, she pulled the edges of her womanhood wide open, allowing me to gaze into her pink, moist depths.
I could see her pulsating, feel her eyes on me watching her expose herself so intimately. It looked so warm, so inviting. So much so that I had to take it one step further.
“Stay here,” I told my mother as I stood up between her legs. I turned from her, a look of confusion on her face as I handed the camera to Kelly.
“You know how to work this?” I asked, her own expression matching our mother’s.
“Yeah, kinda.” Her eyes now narrowing.
“Just keep it on Auto then and stay focused on her,” I said pointing to Mom who had begun to grow conscious of her nudity. “I will tell you where to shoot from. This is still my project.”