Photographer

The summer after my high school graduation, Mom and Imoved fromIowa to Santa Barbara, California so Mom could take a great new job. Wearrivedjust in time for me to enroll in junior college. I was lost that firstsemester,but I was in good company. A lot of us had expected junior college tojust bethe "13th Grade," sort of a continuation of high school, but it wasn't.I didfine, though, and got good grades. I also made a few new friends,mostly guys. Idated a few times, there were a lot of cute girls at the school, butnothinginteresting happened. My second semester, I took a heavy class load.Since I hadto take some kind of an arts or music course, my academic counselorsuggested aphotography class. She said she didn't know the instructor, who was newto thefaculty, but the course looked pretty easy. With my rigorous schedule,plus thefact I was trying out for the basketball team as a walk-on, we agreed Icoulduse one easy class. So I signed up for ART 1930, PhotographicComposition.Basketball only lasted two weeks. I was cut from the team in the finalcut, butthe coach liked me and told me that I could continue to practice withthe teamif I had time. So I did. During games, I helped the trainers andcoaches, andeven went on road trips with the team a couple of times. I didn't havea title,they just called me "Barger (That's my name, Kyle Barger)." But it wasfun. Mostof my classes were easier than I had feared. ART 1930, though, was anentirelydifferent matter. It was easy (no tests - none) and enjoyable, but ittook anincredible amount of time! I liked Dr. Levy immediately. He looked likeanescapee from a 1960's hippie commune. He was in his mid- sixties, talland thin,and wore his snow-white hair in a ponytail that reached to the middleof hisback. He wore open long-sleeved shirts, jeans, and sandals. He braggedaboutnever having owned a suit. We later learned that he had retired after adistinguished career as a full professor of art at Berkeley, but wasreturningto teaching this year because he missed the interaction with youngpeople. Hesaid he found himself turning old, but the students kept him young. Hewas abrilliant man, but one of the most unpretentious people I have evermet. At thefirst class session, without even saying "hello," Dr. Levy said hewanted to seehow observant his would-be photographers were. He strode quickly to theclassroom door, pointed to a girl in the front row, and said, "You.Young lady.Describe this to me." Knowing this was an art class, and seeing hishippieartist affect, the girl launched into a 30-second description of thedoor. Shedidn't name it, but she gave the dimensions, the color, a thoroughdescriptionof the woodwork on the frame and trim, and so forth. It was quite adetaileddescription, right down to the location of the nails, and the colors ofthe doorhandles. "No!" Said Dr. Levy. "Okay, that wasn't fair, let's trysomethingeasier. Be honest with me now, and above all, be honest withyourselves. Howmany of you registered for this basic photography class because it wasan easy3-hour class? Be honest, raise you hands if you did that." A lot of usraisedour hands, just a few of us at first, but eventually more than half oftheclass. Dr. Levy laughed. "Well, you made a mistake. This class is goingto bevery difficult for many of you. It will be very time- consuming for allof you-you can plan on spending at least 10 hours per week outside of class onphotographic assignments. There is nothing mystical about learningphotography,you just have to do it. You have to take pictures, thousands ofpictures. I'mgoing to work your asses off!" "Now let's go back to the first question(pointing to the door), what is this? It's a door. Those of you whosigned upfor this class because you thought it was a walkover are in the wrongclassroom-you should use this door. Now!" No one left. Dr Levy immediatelycharged intohis first lecture, a basic discussion of the objects of photography. Itwasfascinating. There was nothing technical about it, in fact he said thetechnicalstuff wasn't important. The important thing, Dr. Levy said, was tocapture whatyou set out to capture-whether you were a scientific photographer,working inadvertising, and artist trying to capture the essence of a delicateflower, or awar photographer. At the end of the class, Dr. Levy gave us our firstassignment, due the following Monday. We were to take ten rolls of film(240pictures!), in black and white, of one group of people at work. Theobject wasnot artistic expression it was simply to capture the reality of whatthey didfor a living. He also told us that failure to submit any assignment ontime,regardless of the reason, meant an automatic failure of the entirecourse. Only13 of the original 37 students returned a couple of days later for thesecondclass. Dr. Levy was happy. Now we had a workable group of hardcorephotographers. The following Monday, I turned in my 240 pictures. WithDr.Levy's permission, and coach's, I had carried my camera to basketballpracticeevery day, and had photographed everything. The pictures wereunremarkable,except for a couple of good action shots during one game. Dr. Levyaccepted all13 portfolios without comment. He said he would look through them andwe woulddiscuss them later in the week. Then he would give us anotherassignment. Helaunched into his planned lecture. When we came to class on Wednesday,though,13 large poster-boards surrounded the room, one for each student. Onthe posterswere a collage of our photos, a dozen or so, carefully selected by Dr.Levy fromthe 240 shots we had each turned in. We were amazed at how good wewere! To mysurprise, Dr. Levy picked my photos as one of two sets for detaileddiscussionby the whole class. None of the action shots I liked were included inmycollage. What he liked about my pictures was that they had captured alot of thehuman interaction of the coaches and players. One shot showed theplayers,huddling in rapt attention on the sidelines with an assistant coach,franticallyplotting a desperate defensive strategy that saved a victory in thefinalseconds of a game. Two other shots were in the locker room. One showedextremefatigue after a close loss. Another showed several players roaring withlaughteras they engaged in a towel fight. The other collage was the work ofDianne Chu,a tiny Chinese-American student from LA. Dianne's brother is a SantaBarbaracop, and Dianne rode with him every night for a week, taking more thanherrequired 10 rolls of film. Although the composition of her shots wasprettygood, there really wasn't much going on in any of them. But that waswhat Dr.Levy liked about them. He surprised us by saying that he had worked hiswaythrough Berkeley as a San Francisco police officer.This aging hippie had been a cop for six years! And from thatbackground Dr.Levy understood, as none of us could, that Dianne's pictures capturedtheessence of mundane, routine, police work. There was only one picturethat wasdramatic-a shot of a female officer directing traffic at a horribletrafficaccident scene. (We all knew that story, because a student from thejuniorcollege had been killed in that wreck.) But what Levy liked about thatshot wasnot the pathos of a young mans death, it was that Dianne had capturedanessential truth of police work: even when the world goes to hell aroundthem,cops still have to do their jobs. No matter what they may feel later,somebodyhas to suck it up and direct traffic. In that light, it was quite aphotograph.Dr. Levy closed the class with two important lessons: 1) you have totake a tonof pictures to get one special picture, and 2) what you see in theprintedphotograph-and especially what others with different perspectivessee-isoften very different from what you see through the viewfinder.Then, Dr.Levy gave us our next assignment, and gave us two and a half weeksto do it,because he knew this assignment would require much more planning.Theassignment was to photograph a person (or persons) of the oppositesex nude.Again, 240 pictures, in black and white. There were several othercriteria.First of all, the photos had to be of the same person or smallgroup-inother words, you couldn't just spend the weekend at a nudist colonyandphotograph 240 different people. Second, no genitalia and notits-Levy wasnot looking for sex, he was looking for humanity stripped of itsprotectivecover. So the shots had to be either from an oblique angle, or thesubjectshad to be partially covered with something. But they still had tobe nudeunderneath. Third, no pairing off. Taking pictures of each otherwould taketwice as much time, and also Levy didn't want any criticism thatthis wasjust a ruse to see his students naked. For those who could affordit, Dr.Levy suggested hiring professional models from a local modelingschool, butonly as a last resort. He closed the class by emphasizing that thiswas aserious exercise, not a game. I guess I was very quiet that nightat dinner,because Mom asked me if everything was OK. I told her it was, butshepersisted in asking what was bothering me. The answer was simple. Ihad noidea who I could photograph. Because our money was a little tight,Icouldn't afford to spend several hundred dollars on a professionalmodel. Ireally liked Dr. Levy and the class, but I was thinking aboutdropping theclass. I told Mom about the assignment and my dilemma. Mom thoughtabout itquietly for a couple of seconds, and then changed the subject. Wetalkedabout other topics for a few minutes, but I could tell that Mom'smind wassomewhere else. Finally, she returned to the subject she had beenthinkingabout the whole time. "Kyle...what about me?" She asked. "Whatabout youwhat?" I answered. Duh. "What about photographing me, Kyle?" Shereplied."Nude???" I questioned. "Yes, silly...nude." "Gosh Mom, I don'tknow.Wouldn't you feel a little weird?" "Not with you taking thepictures, no Iwouldn't. Would you?" "Well, frankly, yeah. I think I would...alittle.""Why? I'm not that bad looking. As a matter of fact, I have apretty damngood body for an old broad, even if I have to say so myself." "No...it'snot that. You're very pretty, and yes, you have a very nicebody...for awoman of any age. It's just that, like, you know...you're my Mom.""Whobetter to photograph, Kyle? Besides...I've always wanted to see howI wouldlook in a nude photograph by a skilled professional photographer.""I'm notvery skilled, Mom. And also, I've really never thought of yousexually. Idon't know if I'd be okay with seeing you that way." "Kyle...I'mnot askingyou to make love to me. I'm just asking you to take pictures of me.And I'mnot just volunteering to help you out in your class. I'm mostlyasking youfor my own reasons. I'd like to be examined, and captured, andappreciated.I'd really like that." And so it was agreed. Mom wanted to startright away,but we had to do a lot of planning first. Plus...I was nervous!Photographing my Mom nude, what the hell was I thinking about? Ididn't evenknow if I had the balls to photograph a girl I hardly knew nude!Shoot Mom?You must be shitting me! But, we looked at the calendar and made afewplans. For one thing, I knew that natural sunlight would be muchbetter thanartificial lighting, so we wanted to do a lot of the shooting ontheweekends, during the daytime. We had two weekends before thedeadline, butwe planned to use the first one for shooting and the second for abackup, incase we ran behind or had a problem. Also, we had to get someprops. To mysurprise, Mom volunteered to take care of that. She could get somethingsfrom the professional photographers in the art department at heradvertisingagency. We agreed to shoot the first roll of film the followingnight. Weweren't expecting much from this shoot, and I probably would notturn thepictures in. The main idea was just to get comfortable. The nextevening,Mom was all bubbly and giggling at dinner. She was very nervous,but she wasalso excited. She served wine with dinner, which she never didexcept forspecial occasions. After dinner, we went right to work. Mom had notbroughthome any props yet, so we just decided to use the family room. Iset up thecamera and some lights I had borrowed from school while Mom went to"change." When she returned, I gasped. I knew she was going to benaked forthe shooting, maybe with a towel over her tits and crotch, but Ireallyexpected to see her in a white terrycloth robe she always worearound thehouse on the weekends. Not this time! She wore only a very light,nearlytransparent, baby-blue nylon nightgown! It took my breath away! Forsomereason, it also scared me. The thing that scared me is that, forthe firsttime really, I was looking at my mother sexually. And she is a lotto lookat! Mom is not real tall, only about 5' 3", but she has aspectacular body.She has a slender shape, her shoulders and hips are not too broad,but shehas a pronounced tiny waistline, and very ample breasts. They arenot huge(34), but they are very full (D cup). Her tits are perfectlyformed, niceand firm, and they have small areolas and perky little nipples.They'regorgeous! Mom also has very pretty legs. Because of her thin body,her legslook longer than they really are. She looks long-legged, but as Isaid,she's really not very tall. Mom looked outrageously beautiful. Shesaw megawking and standing there with a dumbfounded look on my face...andsheloved it! "Oh my, Kyle. I guess you like what you see!" I think Istammeredsomething like "...I sure do," or something equally dorky. "Well,you haveno idea how good that makes me feel, Kyle. To have my handsomeyoung sonlook at me like that, to appreciate the way I look...that justreally makesme feel very special. Thank you, honey." And then she floatedacross theroom and kissed me lightly on the cheek. As she did so, one of herbreastssoftly brushed against my arm. She quickly apologized, but I saidit was OK.OK? Goddamn right it was OK! It was wonderful! Then Mom took offher flimsynightgown, revealing her full beauty. But she didn't just whip itoff andthrow it on the floor. She pulled it off slowly, watching myreactionintently. Then she turned her side to me, and with her gracefulback archedjust perfectly, made a great show of carefully folding thenightgown. Whenshe bent down to place the nightgown on a chair, she kept her backarched,and bent only from the waist, poking her magnificent, fine ass upin theair. It was an extraordinary, and brazenly sexual, performance. Iwasdumbstruck! "Well...what do you think? Will I do?" "Oh God yeah,Mom! You'lldo just fine! You look incredible!" She smiled. I could tell myreactionreally did make her happy. She had done what she did verydeliberately, andshe loved my response. I took pictures slowly. We both workedtogether onposes. Since we really didn't have any props, Mom just posed on thecouchand in front of the fireplace, using the flimsy nightgown to coverherstrategic parts in the frontal shots. But we took most of the shotsfrom therear, or from an angle, with her facing away from me, concealingherluscious tits and carefully manicured bush. For those who mighthave seenthe photographs, the shots would have left a lot to theimagination, butthat was just what we were looking for. To me, however, myspectacularmother was fully displayed...and she wasn't the least bit bashful.In fact,she was really enjoying it! In keeping with the spirit of thisbeing a "getused to it" session, I had a little problem. I wasn't used toseeing Momnude. In fact, I had never seen any woman nude like this! I wasn'ta virgin,but I'd never had a beautiful woman strutting and parading aroundin frontof me before. I guess it had to happen, but I got a hardon. ThankGod I waswearing a pretty tight pair of bikini briefs, because they held mebacksomewhat! But I have a pretty big cock, and Mom saw it bulging inmy loosekhaki chinos. But she didn't say anything.She just kept posing, and I kept shooting very slowly. I was trying toprolongthe 24 pictures as long as I could. As we approached the end of theroll, Inoticed a change in Mom. She had been smiling a lot, not only as partof theposes, but something just seemed to make her happy. But as we wentalong, herlook got more serious. She was watching me intently, but would lookawaywhenever I looked up at her from behind the camera. It was like shedidn'trealize I was also looking right at her when I was using theviewfinder. Andthen, I noticed that her tits had really perked up. Well not her tits,actually,I mean her nipples. They were hard! As I took the last shot andre-wound thefilm, I just couldn't resist! "Cold, Mom? We'd better get you coveredup beforeyou freeze!" I was joking about her nipples. She knew exactly what Iwas saying.She looked down at them and said, "Oh these...? No ...I'm not cold. I'mjustexcited. I guess seeing you like that got me excited." "Like what Mom?"I said,having gotten used to my hardon. "Like that, Kyle. Hard. Seeing youhard made meexcited. I'm very flattered that you like what you see. I'm not cold,I'maroused." "Uh, uh...OK, Mom ...well, uh...I guess we better get youcovered upthen." I mumbled. "Why? I like being like this. And I know you likelooking atme. Is this so bad?" And with that, she reached up with both hands andverysoftly touched her hard nipples. She jumped! And she instantlyexclaimed, "Ooo!Oooooooooo! Yow! Boy, it's been a while since anybody's touched me likethat!" Ithought I was gonna shit in my pants. I mumbled some excuse and dashedoff tothe bathroom. I didn't really have to pee, but I was glad I could whenI gotthere. It gave me a cover story, and it also helped my raging hardonrecede.When I returned to the family room, Mom was gone. She returned in a fewminutesfully dressed. Well, not really fully.She was wearing an old pair of jeans and a white art festivaltee-shirt. But sheobviously didn't have a bra on. That was a big departure from regulardress. MyMom always wore a bra. I think she only took her bra off to sleep. Butshe surewasn't wearing one now and her full tits jiggled deliciously whenevershe moved.Even minor shifts in body position were occasions for celebration, aswe talkedon the couch. My hardon cheerfully returned, and although it was moredifficultto see clearly because we were sitting down, Mom noticed it. Finally,Mom spoketo the subject that had never left my mind."Kyle...do I make you nervous? Do I make you uncomfortable?" "Yeah,Mom...youreally do. I'm sorry, I'm just not used to seeing you like I havetonight. It'sgoing to take some getting used to." "I know Kyle. I'm not used toseeing youthe way I've seen you tonight either. It will take me a little while toget usedto it too. But you know what, Kyle? I like it, and you like it, andLord knowswe could both stand to loosen up a little! We are two of the mostuptight peopleI know. We are always so serious, never having any fun. We both need torelax alittle." "I know that's true, Mom. But I'm just not used to seeing youlikethis. Not just naked, but right now! You always wear a bra, but you'renotwearing one now, and it's driving me crazy!" "Oh, let's not get toocarriedaway, Kyle. I don't think I'm driving you crazy. I'm happy that youlike whatyou see. You have no idea how good that makes me feel. But I don'tthink you'reout of control, are you?" "Not quite, Mom. But I'll tell you thetruth...you arereally, really hot! If you weren't my mother, I would jump your bonesis aheartbeat." "And you are very, very yummy, Kyle! You'd never have achance tojump my bones, though, because if you weren't my son, I would havecrawled allover your gorgeous body long before now!" I laughed, partly because itwas sofunny, but mostly because I was really nervous. I said thanks, but shemust bejoking. Mom said she wasn't joking at all. She said she had beenwatchingappreciatively as I had grown into a tall, strong and handsome youngman. Shesaid that I had a nice body, a "...great butt," and that she was veryproud ofthe way I looked. "And ...my studly young son, that looks like a prettynicepackage you're keeping so well hidden in those chinos. You are going tomakesome woman very happy someday with that little item!" Then, she giggledplayfully and said it was time for bed. We hugged goodnight and I gaveher aquick kiss on the cheek, just like we always did. Well...not preciselylike wealways did. Mom intentionally rubbed her unfettered breasts into mychest as wehugged. And then, just in case I missed it, she said, "Ooops, sorry!" Icouldn'tlet that pass, so I threw it right back at her, "That's okay, Mom...anytime!"We both smiled, but we left the challenge unanswered and went to ourrooms. Ittook me two frantic handjobs to get to sleep. The next day was Friday.Mom wasdown in LA all day at a marketing convention, and she was going on adinnercruise that night with some colleagues, so she would not be back homeuntil 2-3AM. But we had photo shoots scheduled both Saturday and Sunday, andboth of uswere really looking forward to them. At photography class on Friday, Italkedwith Dianne Chu, the tiny little Chinese-American girl. We had becomefriendsand technical advisers, so we discussed our first photo shoots. We bothhad filmto develop, and no plans for that Friday night, so we agreed to meet attheschool's darkroom at 7 PM. As we left the class, Dianne asked me towalk withher for a while. She had something to tell me. "Kyle, I like you and Idon'twant to give you the wrong impression. We're going to be developingnudepictures together tonight, and no matter how professional we try to be,itsgoing to be an 'inspiring' time, if you know what I mean." I knewexactly whatshe meant! I couldn't wait to develop the pictures of my beautiful andvery sexymother. I was certainly going to be "inspired!" "But there is somethingyou needto know about me, Kyle. I'm a lesbian. I'm gay. I would appreciate itif youwould keep that information secret. My close friends know, but I don'treallywant it blabbed all over campus. I prefer to keep my private lifeprivate. Andif you don't want to do this together tonight, I understand." I wassurprised.Not shocked, but surprised. But, hell, I was okay with it. Actually, ina way,it relieved an issue that might have surfaced, and really cleared theway for usto collaborate technically without distractions. I told Dianne that,and it madeher happy. At 7 PM we met at the darkroom and started working. Thedarkroom ishuge and there were probably a dozen other people using it. But most ofthemwere developing color film. We had the black and white area toourselves. I hadjust the one roll to develop, but Dianne had two. We developed themquickly, andthen started the tedious process of hand-printing. Since Dianne had tworolls,she printed a roll first, with me helping her. We frequently adjustedthevariables in the printing process to try to bring out particularcharacteristicsin each photograph. We worked quickly and well together. Dianne's nudemodel wasDan Chu, her brother the cop. I'm an enthusiastic heterosexual, buteven I haveto admit that Dan is a really good-looking guy. He's 25 years old,6'1", about215 pounds, and doesn't have an ounce of fat on his body. With coalblack hair,and eyes to match, he looks like a Chinese version of some Greek god! Icomplimented Dianne on her choice of models, and asked her how she feltseeingher brother nude. "Well, I was okay with it, and so was he. Hisgirlfriend,though, was a pain in the ass. She insisted on being there, and wantedto watchin the nude. That made Dan horny, which made it difficult to pose himcorrectly,so we finally had to tell her to cover it up!" Dianne laughed,remembering thehumorous situation. So did I. As good-looking as Dan was, there wassomethingabout the pictures that just didn't work. They were too stiff, almostwooden. Wedidn't figure it out until we printed my pictures of Mom, and thenprintedDianne's second roll. When I printed my pictures, Dianne just couldn'tshut upabout how gorgeous Mom was. And she pressured me to find out who shewas.Finally, she reminded me that she had shared a secret with me, andbegged me toshare this with her. I told her the model was my Mom. All Dianne saidwas,"Wow!" The pictures of Mom were actually quite good. She was sobeautiful, andher smile was so radiant, that it would have been hard to mess them up.Herhappiness was apparent. But my pictures had the same stiffness thatDianne'sdid. But when we printed Dianne's second roll, we discovered thereason! Thesecond roll was really two separate photo sessions, twelve pictureseach. Thefirst shoot was Dan again, but this time in a humorous parody of apoliceman. Hewore his badge adhered to his left breast with double- sided tape, hisgun-beltand holster, his hat, and other accessories. The poses were allhumorous, andthe stiffness was gone. Dianne said they had just been kidding around,waitingfor Sherry (Dan's girlfriend) and she shot some quick shots using herpower-winder, instead of carefully posing each picture. The last twelvepictures,though, were stunning! Sherry joined Dan in these pictures, their pricefor Danposing. Sherry was a bleached-blond bombshell with enormous plastictits. She isan exotic dancer and she and Dan met when he responded to a call at herclub.There is nothing subtle about Sherry. She's just sexy as hell it's herliving,after all. I wouldn't take a slutty bitch like that bowling, but I hadto admitshe was really hot! There were two stunning qualities to thesepictures. One wasthe lighting. Dianne had used very subdued lighting, giving thephotographs asoft, dreamlike effect. And the other was that Dr. Levy's restrictionsdidn'tapply here. There was a lot of tits, cocks, and other parts. There werepicturesof Dan and Sherry kissing tenderly, him caressing her huge breasts bothfromfront and behind, and even one of her stroking his cock. There was noactualsex, but Dianne remarked she had used the power-winder again becauseshe waseager to get it over with, and Dan and Sherry were eager to get it on.Werealized that the stiffness in many of our shots was caused byover-posing themodels. Our nude shots lacked the candor of unguarded moments that our"men atwork" series had exhibited. The use of humor and the power- winderhelped reducethe stiffness. Dianne and I agreed to exchange some of the betterphotos so wecould review them in more detail, with the promise that we wouldn'tshow them toanyone but our models, and that we would return them. Neither of uswanted thesepictures floating around. I took eight of Dianne's pictures. Six ofthem werefrom the second roll, including four of Dan and Sherry. She took six ofmine.The next morning, Mom was up early. Our plan was to do two shootsSaturday andtwo Sunday, to take advantage of both the morning and afternoon light.It wouldtake almost the whole weekend. Mom made us a big breakfast, and told meabouther convention as we ate. But I could tell that wasn't really what shewanted totalk about. She was dying to see her pictures! I brought out the manilafoliocontaining the pictures. In the folio were two folders: a thick onecontainingMom's twenty-four pictures and a thin one containing Dianne's eightshots. Momspent almost an hour looking at her pictures. We discussed each shotcarefully,each offering ideas of how we could do better. Mom was very happy withtheresults. When she finished looking at the pictures, she gave me a bighug. Sincewe were going to have a photo shoot, Mom was only wearing her bathrobewithnothing underneath. She pressed her magnificent breasts into my chest,and thengiggled a teasing, "Ooops. Sorry." Again, I told her any time. Then, asshe puther pictures back in the folio, she asked what was in the other folder.I toldher some of Dianne's pictures. I let her look at them withoutcommenting. Shecompliment Dan in the first four shots, two serious and two of thehumorousones. But when she came to the first picture of the couple (a simpleshot of Danhugging Sherry from behind), she said, "Ooooooooooo! Look at this!" Shelookedat the picture for a long time, but said nothing further. Then shelooked at thesecond picture, a profile shot of Dan and Sherry some distance apart,leaningforward for a tender kiss. Sherry's enormous tits just brushed againstDan'schest, and Dan's bulging erection jutted out toward Sherry's eagerpussy. Momlooked at that one a long time too. The last two shots were of DancaressingSherry's huge breasts. The first one was a playful grope from thefront, withboth laughing and grinning. Mom laughed at that one, enjoying the humorand funin the shot. The last picture was the best: a tender profile shot ofDan huggingSherry from the rear and gently stroking her nipples as he kissed thenape ofher neck. Sherry's nipples were rock-hard! Dan's penis was not visible,but ithad to be aching! I know mine was! Mom just let out a low,"Oooooooooo...." andstared at the picture. She didn't say another word for several minutes.She justexamined the picture with microscopic intensity. Her mind was a millionmilesaway, and I wondered what she was thinking. Finally, she just said, "Ohmygoodness...what a beautiful moment!" Then Mom looked up from thepictures andlaughed. "My God, look at me! My nipples are as hard as hers!" Sheparted therobe and caressed her nipples lightly, causing them to get even harderand alsocausing her to gasp. Then she told me she was soaking wet and had to goto herroom. She said it would be a little while before she was ready to startourmorning shoot. Mom went to her room and I went to mine. My bedroom isright nextto Mom's, so I could hear the soft buzz of her vibrator as I startedstroking mythrobbing cock. I felt like I was eavesdropping, but that just made themomentmore erotic! And I knew Mom also knew exactly what I was doing, too!Neither ofus was loud, but neither of us tried to conceal what we were doingeither. Iblew off a big wad of cum, whispering "Mom...Mom...Mom" as I came. Ididn't sayit loud enough for hear it, but she had to know what I was thinkingabout.Shortly afterward, as I lay quietly in my bed trying to catch mybreath, I heardMom call my name in a groan of ecstasy as she reached orgasm. We hadmasturbatedtogether, both knowing and neither caring. We might as well have beenwatchingeach other. When Mom joined me in the family room a half-hour later,she wasagain wearing only the sheer nightgown she had worn at our first shoot.Shestrode up to me, drew her body to mine, and shamelessly kissed metenderly onthe lips. As we parted, she said, "We'd better watch it, Kyle...I wasthinkingabout you just then." I pulled her back to me and planted another sweetkiss onher lips. "I was thinking about you, too, Mom. And it was very sexy!""Yeah, hot-stuff! Me too! We'd better be careful!" We spent about an hour doingthe morningshoot. Mom was much more relaxed about posing, and I was surprised tofind thatI was more professional, almost clinical, in directing andphotographing theshoot. I used the power-winder a lot and took two rolls of film. I knewthepictures were good. After lunch, Mom had some errands to do, but shereturned at3 PM and we started the afternoon shoot. At Mom's suggestion, we addedmusic tothe mix, with great results. Mom swayed and danced beautifully as Icontinued toshoot. Three rolls later, as the afternoon shadows lengthened, we werebothtired. We stopped and I started to pack up my stuff. "Kyle ...?" Momasked. Ilooked at her. She was in a pensive mood. "Yeah, Mom?" "Kyle...Dan andSherrygot paid for posing. Not money, but I mean they got a reward. Don't youthink Ishould get one?" "Sure, Mom! I'll take you to Pepe's for dinner!"Pepe's wasMom's favorite Mexican restaurant. "No, Kyle...that's not what I havein mind"She replied. "Kyle...can you take some pictures of us like Dianne tookof herbrother and his girlfriend? Nothing real sexy, but just nice, lovingpictures?""Well, actually I could Mom. I'd have to use a tripod and theauto-exposurething. The pictures would be kinda hit or miss - we'd have to frame thegeneralarea where we were going to pose and then hope for the best. It'snothing likehaving a photographer looking through the viewfinder. The pictureswouldn't beanywhere near as good as Dianne's. But yes, it is possible." "Wellmaybenot...but would you do that for me?" "Mom...I thought we were going tobecareful. I mean, we both get aroused just taking regular pictures. Whatdo youthink will happen if we are together, in the nude, touching eachother?" "We'llbe okay, Kyle. And if we start getting aroused, we can just stop. It'snotirreversible, you know. Please Kyle...? I love the pictures you took ofme andit would mean so much to me to have pictures together." I agreed,wondering whatthe hell I was doing. I had some second thoughts as I startedpositioning thetripod, but when I saw the glowing smile on my mother's face, I decidedto gothrough with it. We could always stop. I had one roll of 36 exposuresin mycamera bag, and for some reason, I used that one instead of a roll of24. It wasa lucky decision. I had Mom stand in position for the first shot, whichwedecided would just be a profile shot of the two of us facing eachother, acouple of feet apart, holding hands. I framed the shot, leaving room intheframe for me to stand, and set the time and exposure to make the bestuse of thefading afternoon light. Then, I stripped, set the timer, and ran overto Mom."Oh!" She gasped. "What, Mom?" I asked. "You! My God, Kyle...look atyou! You'reso big! Oh!" Rather than holding my hands, Mom was pointing at my bigcock asthe shutter clicked. We both broke into laughter realizing that ourfirstpicture together was of an appreciative mother pointing at her son'sraging eight-inch hardon! Mom couldn't get off the subject of my size. She marveledat my bigcock, which only made matters worse. I got harder, and her nipples werehard asdiamonds. I said we should stop, but Mom refused. She said she hadn'treallyseen my penis since I was about 9 or 10, and she just needed a momentto getused to it. She also said she had never seen such a magnificent penisin herlife. She told me I was beautiful. Finally, against my better judgment,we triedthe handholding shot again. We got through it, but the tender effect ofmotherand son holding hands is ruined by the sight of my raging hardonreachingdesperately for Mom's vagina. I knew how the shot must look, so wetried thesame thing, but with a different camera placement. I put the tripod ontop ofthe kitchen table, standing on a stepladder to frame the shot in theviewfinder.Mom stood facing the camera, and the shot would be looking down at herover myright shoulder. We would be standing farther apart than the first try,and if Igot lucky the picture would show both of us clearly, but my still-stiffcockwould be screened from view by my torso. We took the picture twice,because Momwas staring down at my swollen hardon when the shutter opened the firsttime.Next, we tried a tender frontal kiss, like the one Dan and Sherry hadtaken. Itturned out to be a great shot. Mom has really beautiful breasts, asI've saidearlier...perfect, in fact. But they are not the enormous phony tits ofSherry.Therefore, when her breasts touch my bare chest, we are a lot closerthan Sherryand Dan were. And my cock is a good bit bigger than Dan's. So whenMom's hardnipples just caressed my chest, my pulsating hardon rubbed against hertummy.Mom just closed her eyes for the kiss, the shutter went off, and thenshe said,"Ummmmm." By now, a strange thing was happening. We were both veryaroused. Butwe were also more comfortable, and more in control. So we continued theshoot,taking a variety of pictures. We were enjoying it now. We felt close.And,somehow it felt good to be arousing each other. The last series ofpictures(more that 30 shots) started as a series of me hugging Mom from behind.I usedthe power-winder so we could let the series flow. The series startswith mebarely touching Mom from behind, my hands on her hips. I'm a foot or sobehindher, with my eager cock pointing straight at her ass. Not exactly thetendernessI was trying to capture! To hide my cock, I moved closer to her andturned herslightly toward the camera, with my arms around her waist. My big cockrestedalong the crack of her ass, rising slightly above the gentle slope ofherperfect cheeks. I knew it was still visible. I held Mom closer, tryingto adjustmy cock so it wouldn't show. In the process, I moved away from her andthen backto her. This time my raging hardon poked her in the ass. "Kyle! Don'tyou pokemy butt with that big monster!" Mom teased. "If you slip, you'll killme!" Welaughed and I told her what I was trying to do-hide the damn thing! Shereachedback, took my thrilled cock in her hand gently, and guided it betweenher legs.Happy dick! Happy dick! That position did keep my cock out of thepicture. Ithad other benefits, too. My cock wasn't the only happy sexual organthat day! Iwasn't actually touching her vagina, but I was close enough to feel theheatfrom it! As the next couple of shots went off, I gently hugged myspectacularMom, caressing her cheeks with my lips, touching her hair. She purred.Click.Click. Then, I reached up and softly stroked her magnificent breasts.Shejumped, but she made no effort to stop me. Instead, she just sighed.Click.Then, as I gently stroked her nipples, I kissed the nape of her neck.Gently atfirst, but then harder as I increased the intensity of my attention toherspectacular globes. Mom gasped. Click. Click. Then, Mom let out a softmoan asshe spread her legs slightly. She reached down and guided the throbbinghead ofmy aching cock to the opening of her vagina. "Oh!" she gasped. Click.Then sheturned her face to mine, her smiling mouth open in invitation. Ourmouths cametogether hungrily, tongues probing frantically, as she pressed the headof mymighty cock into her steaming pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..........." Click.Momquickly released me, moving away from my confused penis, and I wasafraid I hadscared her off. She turned and faced me. But there was no quit in hereyes- onlyhappiness, lust, and wanting, as she stared hotly into my eyes. Click.Momdropped to her knees, and before I even knew what was happening, sheburied myentire eight inches into her hot mouth and eager throat! She took italleffortlessly! Click. Mom sucked eagerly, bobbing her beautiful face upand downon my happy cock! Click. She giggled and cooed as she licked andsucked! Click.Mom was incredible! She played with me like a kitten with a ball ofstring,expertly taking me almost to climax, then easing away. Click. Click.Click.Finally, mercifully, she let me cum. I exploded with enormous fury! Hotcumgushed into Mom's hungry mouth! Click. She tried hard, but there wasjust toomuch. Some of my cum dribbled down her chin as she smiled and eagerlyswallowedevery drop she had been able to catch. Click. Then she wiped the cumfrom herchin with one finger, grinning sluttily and holding it in front of heropenmouth until she heard the shutter. Click! Then she happily licked thelast speckof my love juice from her finger. Click! I frantically threw Mom downon thecouch and gobbled her pussy like there was no tomorrow. The last coupleof shotsonly show me kneeling over her, we were mostly out of frame now. Click.I droveMom hungrily to a roaring climax. She screamed with joy and shoutedencouragement. Then I climbed on top of her, ready to drive my still-hard cockinto her slippery pussy. She stopped me, but only for a moment. Shejust wantedto go into her bedroom. We fucked heartily for more than two hours.When wefinally collapsed in each others arms, Mom sighed and teased, "We'll beokay,Kyle. We can just stop. It's not irreversible, you know!" And we bothlaughedhappily, remembering our earlier silly, lame rationalizations.************As beautiful as that first time together was, we still had a lot ofwork aheadof us. As Dr. Levy always said, "You have to take a ton of shots to getthat onespecial picture." So we did our duty. We took more than a thousandpictures forthat class, about 500 for this assignment and another 500 for asubsequentassignment in which the body parts restriction was lifted. Mom shavedher tastypussy for that one, and still wears it shaved to this day. The trueartist'swork is a lifelong passion. That was what Dr. Levy was trying toinstill in ustoward the end of that memorable course. He succeeded. Dianne became anincredibly successful professional photographer in San Francisco,specializingin capturing the special tenderness of lesbian lovers. I'm a successfulstockbroker now, also in San Francisco. I'm 33, Mom is 52. She is stillaslovely as ever. She has taken good care of her body and the years havebeen kindto her. And there is still no sign of quit in her steaming eyes. Westill livetogether. We're still devoted lovers. And we are both now avid amateurphotographers. I love wildlife and Mom loves landscapes, so we spend alot oftime visiting Yosemite National Park, only a few hours away in theSierras. Andyes, we still take nudes together. Over the years, our picturestogether havecaptured my maturation and Mom's graceful aging. And they have capturedhours ofboth tender lovemaking and uproarious sucking and fucking. We havethousands ofpictures, dozens and dozens of albums. We look at them often, but noone else inthe world has ever seen them. No one ever will. And, to this day,nothing makesMom and I hungrier for each other's love than snuggling in front of anappreciative camera lens. Click.