“Okay?” she replied.
I could see she would need minor direction. “Start over there, and get level with Mom. Remember, keep her in focus.”
“Jason,” Mom called out, “What’s going on?” She began to cover herself.
I turned back to her, free from the camera and now standing between her legs again as she looked up to me.
“I want to try something different now.” I looked in her eyes. “I want to try a couple’s shoot.”
Her skin flushed and I could see her poorly covered nipples stiffen again at the thoughts that coursed through her mind.
“With me?” She asked. “You want to shoot this with me? Jason, I really don’t think that I can do this anymore-.”
I interrupted “You can. It will be fine. We won’t do anything weird. Nothing overtly sexual, just simulation. Just pretend. It’s all a big tease for the camera.” My voice was stern, calming. I could see her arms lowering slightly.
“But with you?” She asked. “…Why?”
“… Because I want to,” I said. “I trust you and I love you and right now, I want nothing more than to be with you in this, or more for you to be with me.”
“But I’m your mother…” her chest was beginning to rise and fall with each breath as her eyes began focusing once more on the bulge in my pants.
“The camera won’t know.”
“But I’ll know.” Her eyes were locked on my clad member.
“As will I, and so will Kelly. But I don’t care about that right now.”
“You don’t.” She looked up at me.
I shook my head.
“Are you still my model?” I asked her.
She nodded, her eyes burning with lust.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded again, this time biting her lip gently.
“Good. Then unbuckle my pants.”
The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in my own ears as I waited for her to act. And then, just like that, I watched her arms fall from her chest as her hands reached out for my waist. Her fingers grabbed onto my belt pulling me closer, the tips sliding between my jeans and skin causing the hairs of my navel to brush against her skin. She undid the clasp, and then began to pull the belt all the way out and tossed it to the side. Her hands reached forward again, this time undoing my button then grasping the zipper and slowly pulling down, easing the pressure that had been building in my pants.
“Oh Baby,” she purred seeing now my member still sheathed behind my boxer shorts but now being able to see the shape of my manhood up close.
My pants were pulled down to my knees before her hands dashed back up to the hem of my boxers. But before she did anything, she looked up again.
“May I?” She asked, batting her eyes at me sweetly.
“Please do,” I said.
With a smirk, she pulled the hem forward, slipping the waistband over the crown of my engorged cock, and then gently slid them lower, the elastic squeezing the underside of my shaft the entire way. Pre-cum had begun to seep its way from my tip, beading up into a small pearl that shimmered in the light. My mother sat, naked in front of me, mouth agape and staring at my cock in all of its glory as my sister was snapping away; capturing each passing moment of this taboo scene.