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Julián got down on his knees on the floor and photographed his mother's imposing buttocks as she leaned forward more and separated her legs. He was fascinated to see how the white thong hugged that vulva he had fantasized about more than once.
Diana turned around and sat on the edge of the desk, putting one foot on the chair, leaving her legs open. She allowed her son to take several pictures and then, closing her eyes, began to caress her body. First, she passed her hands over her stomach, going back up towards her breasts, then she caressed her legs. She bit her lower lip and thought about those men who would warm up at the sight of her, which motivated her to bring her right hand to her groin and started to caress her vagina above the thong, almost forgetting that her son was watching her. It was his voice that made her come back to reality.
That's very good, he said.
She instinctively pulled her hand away and looked surprised at her son.
—Why did you stop? —asked Julian.
I don't know... when you spoke I was filled with shame.
Would you prefer I stay quiet?
No, because you're the photographer and it's only fair that you give me instructions, isaloneWhat would I be doing... this... in front of you...
Don't think about me, think of what you want, less about me. Forget that I'm the one taking pictures... and giving directions. Also, remember it's all 'lies'.
Well, not that much...
—Why do you say that?
Because if I do that... I'm sorry. I can feel the fabric rubbing against me, and my fingers... can I explain?
—Yes, I already understood —it was he who felt uncomfortable, his mother was making him understand that those tweaks in the groin area were real and therefore excited her.
But anyway it's not that bad - the blonde hastened to say -, that helps me get more excited... to lose a little shame.
Then take it as a work resource. Those... sensations will help you relax in front of the camera. Feel free to do whatever you think best, whatever gives you the best results, and don't worry about me, I won't think anything weird. The only thing I'll think is about all the money they're going to pay us.
It may be... that it makes me a little uncomfortable being... sexually excited in front of you.
What had a direct impact on his penis was when his mother spoke directly to him about sexual excitement, causing it to tense for a fraction of seconds.
Can you look at it this way, mom. Your job, besides modeling lingerie, is to sexually provoke those who are looking at you, isn't it?
—That's how it is —a whirlpool of pleasure formed in the mouth of his stomach. He liked knowing that she was capable of exciting other people.
If you get excited while modeling yourself, it's most likely that this will also be transmitted to the photos and therefore to those who are going to look at them. It's like when you listen to someone sing or play an instrument, and you can notice how much they're passionate about what they're doing. If these people notice genuine excitement in your facial expression, then your job is well done.
I like that... it doesn't seem so bad when I see it in that way, and there's something logical to it. Do you see how important your instructions are?
—Good... thanks.
You got red-faced, buddy. You can't take a compliment, you always react like that. Someday you'll have to realize your good qualities, Julian.
Sometime...
Okay, do we continue?
Yes.
Diana felt the sensation that the chat had been too long, her body had begun to cool down, so she had to do everything possible to raise her temperature. She closed her eyes again, sighed and went back to caressing her stomach, this time not going up to her breasts but making the reverse journey, towards her sex. Using four fingers, she pressed with force on her vagina, feeling a discharge of pleasure directly on the clitoris. She started a slow movement with her wrist, increasing the pleasant sensation even more. She knew her son was photographing her, but could ignore that fact, what motivated her most was knowing that other people would see her, get excited and possibly masturbate. Thinking about this led her to put her hand in her thong and touch her wet vagina directly. She opened her eyes to confirm that her sex wasn't exposed, however for anyone watching, it would be obvious what she was doing with her hand inside.
Separate your legs a little more —Julian said at the same time as he crouched down to capture his mother's groin in close-up.
Diana obeyed without opposing resistance and slowly rubbed her clitoris as she looked directly at the camera lens, imagining it was the lustful eyes of a hypothetical lover. She stopped touching herself not out of modesty but because she wanted to go a little further, just like last time. Taking the thong by the elastic, she began to lower it slowly. Julian took a step forward, getting even closer to Diana's smooth pubis. Just as he had done in the previous session, she stopped right before her pussy would be visible. Being so exposed only stimulated her more, and she brought her hands to her back and unhooked her bra. Just before letting it fall to the floor, she covered her breasts with one arm.
Julian was surprised to see his mother inTopless, although her nipples didn't show.
Will you show them complete?
Don't rush us, she said. Take my picture first like this.
The boy nodded with his head and moved away so that the entire body of his mother could enter the frame. She looked at him sensually and, using both hands, grasped her breasts. For a second, Julian thought he saw a nipple, but wasn't sure; he focused on the task of taking pictures.
Diana closed her eyes and left her mouth slightly open, squeezed her breasts and began to massage them slowly, this was usually part of her masturbation ritual, and it produced much morbo for her to be doing it in front of a camera. That same morbo prompted her to hold her breasts from below, leaving a pair of brown and rough nipples visible, which were noticeably erect. Julian remained speechless for a few moments, not remembering the last time he had surprised his mother without a bra; but he recalled that Diana said, moments before, that what bothered her least was him seeing her breasts. He took advantage of the time his mother spent with her eyes closed to contemplate those round and soft breasts; but as soon as she directed her gaze at him, he hid behind the camera and began to capture images.
Diana smiled, felt good with herself, had been encouraged to take her new profession one step further, and her son seemed to be taking it very naturally, which helped her relax.
Can I make a suggestion to you? —asked the boy.
Of course, I told you that's part of your job, there's no need to ask.
It's that I'm afraid you'll take it badly.
I'm not going to take it badly. Tell me your suggestion and I'll decide if I follow it or not, period. What came to mind for you?
Let you pinch my nipples —he said, with a knot in his throat.
—Ah... I can do that.
Then what?
—And... I already got the bra off... the most difficult part, as far as breasts are concerned, is over now.
Diana licked the tips of her index fingers and then pinched her nipples in sync. The pleasure surge caught her off guard, as she generally didn't find them that sensitive... only when she got very excited. She posed for the camera for a few seconds, during which she repeatedly massaged and pinched her breasts.
—Do you want me to turn around so you can take pictures of my ass?
Okay, but... get down on your knees on the floor.
Is it on the floor?
Yes, you'll have more space there, the desk is very small... and it scares me that it might break.
Are you saying I'm fat?
No, I'm saying the desk is crap... if I bought it used from Lucho —he was referring to one of his best friends, whom his mother knew very well for years—, and you saw how Lucho is, everything he sells is junk.
It came out a little verse for you.
It's not that it came out, we always tell him so.
Okay, if I bought it from Lucho then I'm already scared to be sitting here, better I go upstairs.
Without understanding very well what her son was trying to do, Diana obeyed, got down from the desk and put her knees on the white floor.
He's cold —he complained.
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
With the next payment, we're going to buy a rug... although I still don't understand why you want me to cum on the floor.
—It's that I wasn't referring to that exact pose... —her mother looked at her intrigued—. You have to support your hands as well.
Ah! You want me to get on all fours...
Okay, I didn't want to say it that way, it sounds bad.
But it's understood better. What did I tell you about speaking clearly? I prefer that you say things directly and they're well understood, rather than spending ten minutes trying to explain something with indirect language.
—Yes... yes, you're right. Sorry. Get down on all fours... if you want.
Okay.
Diana adjusted the thong, and then positioned herself parallel to the desk, placed her hands on the floor, and inclined her head downwards.
—So? —he asked.
Lift up your booty a little more.
She arched her back a bit and lowered her head further, feeling the thong tightening around her pussy and thinking it could break at any moment, leaving her completely naked.
This... mom...
What happened?
Mmm... better show you this.
Julián took a photo of the back of his mother and then handed her the camera, showing her what was on screen. Diana was half-surprised by what she saw, because she had known that was a risk since before. The thong didn't cover her pussy completely, but allowed her prominent gussets to protrude from the sides, not yet fully understanding, but still showing part of her pussy. What surprised her was her own reaction, instead of feeling embarrassed, she got a lot of morbo out of what she saw, it was a very suggestive pose and with the thong leaving what was underneath in evidence, it was practically like inviting someone to take her. She liked thinking that someone could enjoy her body that way.
—Well, with the little girl that's left to me in the thong, it was obvious this was going to happen at some point —she said, trying to appear natural.
So then do I keep taking pictures?
—And... now it's already there—I didn't want to tell her son that I was finding it exciting that they would photograph his pussy like that—. Go on.
Okay.
Julián returned to position himself behind his mother and crouched down to take more photographs. What happened was what he knew he couldn't avoid: his cock woke up. Slowly, it became harder as he admired those fleshy balls. He had to fight against the impulse to extend his hand and touch them. When his mother opened her buttocks with both hands, the pussy remained slightly more exposed, and Julián was invaded by a strong desire to tear off the thong, pull out the cock and bury it completely in his mother's pussy.
For her part, Diana was also debating between passion and reason. She thought that one of her hypothetical lovers was behind her and that at any moment he would take off his thong to the side and start passionately taking her. 'I want them to stick it in me all the way', she told herself mentally while caressing the sides of her pussy that were protruding from her underwear. She felt them warm and moist. She was very hot... and wanted more.
I'm going to take her out.
What? —Julian reacted as if he were waking up from a beautiful dream.
I've made up my mind, she said firmly, I don't want to give it any more thought, because otherwise I won't do it ever. I'm going to take off the thong —she took it by the elastic and began to slowly lower it down.
Wait—his son interrupted him.
Why did you do that? I thought you wanted this... so we could get paid more.
Yes, but since you're going to take it out anyway, you could try something else first.
What's up?
Mmm... how do I explain it to you?
Clearly, Julian.
—Okay. The idea is... —felt his cock pulsating inside his pants—, that the thong stays stuck in your pussy.
—And do you think that's going to be okay?
—Shh... yes... I'm sure of that.
—Well, you're a man... maybe you'll understand more of these things.
Diana put her thong back on again, but she stretched it too far, until she felt her lips blooming completely and the fabric getting tight in the center.
Julián admired amazedly, had to spend a couple of seconds fondling his cock above his pants, then calibrated the camera lens and took a close-up capture of that beautiful pussy.
—I want to see the photo —her mother asked.
He grabbed the camera, leaving the last capture on screen. Diana took away a pleasant surprise, the result was better than she had expected; her pussy seemed like a mouth with large lips biting a piece of fabric. It was very evident that it was wet and this didn't bother her too much, considering it a plus if her intention was to excite those who would see her. 'Let them see me well wet,' she said. She returned the camera to her son and then opened her buttocks with both hands. She maintained that position for a few seconds and then proceeded to slowly remove her thong, allowing Julián to photograph the scene frame by frame.
When he saw his mother's pussy completely naked, the boy had to put aside the camera to contain his cock with his hand, which seemed like a snake about to attack its prey. Once again, he was tempted to take it out of her pants so that it wouldn't hurt having it squeezed in there; but he distracted himself by returning to his task as photographer. He admired the smiling mussel and marveled at that black hole that barely opened.
Diana felt a strong wave of pleasure coursing through her body, for the first time in her life she was completely naked in front of her son... and in front of a camera. She knew that she found it morbidly pleasant due to the excitement she had, so she decided not to give it too much importance. Suddenly the idea occurred to her to pose dressed as a maid, and show off her pussy underneath that short and sensual skirt.
I was thinking that... when I said this, she turned around and instantly froze. She saw her son with the camera in hand and a strong erection bulging out his pants.
Instinctively she backed away, wanted to get up, but had the thong between her legs. She pulled it out quickly and moved away from her son, unable to stop looking at that big bulge.
Julián understood instantly why his mother reacted that way, however he couldn't do anything to prevent it; he remained motionless watching her sit down on one of the armchairs.
He... pardon —he almost said that.
—I didn't know that... —Diana couldn't find words to explain her situation—. Is it the first time this happens to you? —the boy didn't respond—. !Julian!
—Eh... no. It's not the first time this happens. It's just the first time you notice.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I knew you would react badly.
—Don't react... —it was useless to deny it, your reaction hadn't been the most appropriate one—. Yes, you're right; but anyway, how long did you think you'd be able to hide it?
I don't know... I didn't think about that. I know it bothers you, but don't think badly... it's not something I can control.
Isn't it?
—Of course not, mom. It's not like I'd say 'Stay below' and do it anyway.
—And why do you think it's happening? I mean, I know I'm naked... and I'm doing erotic poses; but I'm your mom, Julian.
—I know... but... —he remembered something he had been thinking himself, so he wouldn't feel so guilty every time he masturbated looking at his mother's photos--; but the female body is something universal... no matter how much I know you're my mom, you can't deny that you have a great body. You might even think so if you saw a naked man...
It could be, I don't know... I don't have a cock, I don't know how it works exactly.
It's not that I mean you're similar, but that you... wet yourself.
Okay, it's possible... but I think there's some kind of filter that prevents us from getting excited when we see our parents, or our kids. Don't you think so?
I don't think there's anything like that... I mean, it stops with me; but I'm not thinking about you.
So then who?
Julián didn't expect that question when he was masturbating, as he wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, just trying to ignore the fact that that body belonged to his mother; but he knew this wouldn't be enough to convince her, so he invented the best lie he could.
When I was at university —he started saying—, there was a professor who gave us statistics, she was blonde and had a body very similar to yours... I never noticed that similarity until now. I really liked that professor... I think all the guys and some girls did too. When I see you with little clothes on, I think of her.
Never had you told me about this teacher.
I didn't tell you because I was ashamed —Julian was surprised by himself, he didn't know he could lie so shamelessly; he had never had any teacher that compared to his mother in beauty—. She drove me crazy, even sometimes it crossed my mind to ask her out; but I was afraid of looking foolish and then all my classmates finding out. When you adopt those erotic poses, it's inevitable that I imagine her doing the same.
But... can't you think of something else?
I told you it's inevitable. Obviously I tried to think of other things, but it happens the same way — at that moment Julian's gaze was drawn like a magnet towards Diana's vagina, which was sitting with her legs apart.
—Oh, Julian! —she complained as she realized where her son was looking and closed her legs.
—Sorry, that's also inevitable.
Yes, of course... now are you going to tell me you can't look the other way?
—Do you want us to take a test?
Are you angry?
A little, I don't like being accused of being degenerate, and even less by my mom.
Diana was left speechless, she hadn't realized she was hinting at that about her own son, she felt like a terrible person for treating him that way after everything he had done to make them earn money.
—Forgive me, Julian. It's not that I think you're a degenerate... it's just that seeing you like this surprised me. I know very well that at some point you'll get excited, we've talked about that before; but I didn't imagine it could happen to you when you saw me.
When I see you naked... almost. Because if I see you dressed it doesn't happen.
What test were you referring to?
—Ah yes... let's see what's going on —Julian got up, put the camera on a small table next to the sofa and then, without giving his mother time to react, he pulled down his pants to his ankles. His erect cock shook like a spring.
The blonde took her hand to her mouth when she saw that virile member appear suddenly in front of her, a whirlpool of heat formed in the mouth of her stomach.
Try looking the other way —her son challenged her.
She parted her gaze, even tried to look at him, but failed every time, her attention was always captured by that cocky venous with hairy testicles that looked at her as if inviting her to misbehave. Diana covered her eyes with one hand and started laughing.
It's true, you can't avoid it.
I told you so, it's inevitable --when listening to his mother's laughter, Julian calmed down a lot--. Now do you understand a little better what I'm going through?
What I don't understand is when that thing of yours grew so big.
That thing has a name. Didn't we agree to call things by their name?
Good... the cock. I didn't imagine you'd have it like that.
Maybe because you had never seen me standing still.
That's true.
I didn't imagine you'd have such a big pussy either...
What's up?
I don't know how to describe her... Inflated?
Diana burst out laughing again.
Your father used to tell me the same thing. I always thought he was exaggerating.
—No, for nothing. It's like they were two little pancakes together —Diana continued laughing, Julian removed his pants.
—Will you stay like that? —she asked.
If it doesn't bother you... because the truth is that it hurts a lot having her squeezed in there.
I didn't know that...
---To be so big, there are many things you don't know about cocks.
It's not like I've spent my life analyzing them... I always gave them the right and necessary use. But getting back to the topic... I'd prefer it if you didn't walk around with your balls hanging loose, as it's already half difficult for me to be taking off my clothes in front of you; if I had to do it while you're having yours like that, it would be worse. Why don't we take a few minutes to fuck and then continue with the photos? On the way, I'll change into something else, I'm going to put on my housemaid outfit.
—Well, I think it's fine... how good that you won't decide to suspend everything, I was afraid you would do so.
It slipped through my mind, but I think it would be exaggerating too much. It was to be expected that we'd have to deal with problems like these at some point; the best thing is to talk about them and try to resolve them... otherwise we'll be left without a job, both of us.
That's very true.
Okay, I'm here.
Before leaving, Diana gave her son's cock one last glance and walked to his room with a smile on her face; he was right, you couldn't help but look at those parts on a naked person, even knowing that his son had started looking at the pussy since he got up and possibly was still looking at it while walking.
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Diana resumed her masturbation ritual as soon as she put on the maid's uniformFell into the realization thatIt had been years since the last time it had happenedFetishizedSo many times in the same day; but at the same time he liked having done it, because he was really enjoying that prolonged state of excitement. Almost could feel his body accumulating heat.
While putting her fingers in the pussy, an image of Julián's hard cock came to mind, and for a moment she was startled, but then she remembered something he had said: 'I don't think about you, I think about someone else.' She wondered if she would be able to do the same; she imagined herself on all fours in bed, waiting for that big cock... and the idea excited her to masturbate even faster.
I knew the situation was getting much further than she would want, but at the same time I couldn't stop thinking about the money I'd receive for photo sessions and particularly how good it felt to pose in front of the camera. I had to go back to the studio and give my best, even if I had to tolerate her son getting hard cock when he saw her posing.
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Julián got down on his knees on the floor and photographed his mother's imposing buttocks as she leaned forward more and separated her legs. He was fascinated to see how the white thong hugged that vulva he had fantasized about more than once.
Diana turned around and sat on the edge of the desk, putting one foot on the chair, leaving her legs open. She allowed her son to take several pictures and then, closing her eyes, began to caress her body. First, she passed her hands over her stomach, going back up towards her breasts, then she caressed her legs. She bit her lower lip and thought about those men who would warm up at the sight of her, which motivated her to bring her right hand to her groin and started to caress her vagina above the thong, almost forgetting that her son was watching her. It was his voice that made her come back to reality.
That's very good, he said.
She instinctively pulled her hand away and looked surprised at her son.
—Why did you stop? —asked Julian.
I don't know... when you spoke I was filled with shame.
Would you prefer I stay quiet?
No, because you're the photographer and it's only fair that you give me instructions, isaloneWhat would I be doing... this... in front of you...
Don't think about me, think of what you want, less about me. Forget that I'm the one taking pictures... and giving directions. Also, remember it's all 'lies'.
Well, not that much...
—Why do you say that?
Because if I do that... I'm sorry. I can feel the fabric rubbing against me, and my fingers... can I explain?
—Yes, I already understood —it was he who felt uncomfortable, his mother was making him understand that those tweaks in the groin area were real and therefore excited her.
But anyway it's not that bad - the blonde hastened to say -, that helps me get more excited... to lose a little shame.
Then take it as a work resource. Those... sensations will help you relax in front of the camera. Feel free to do whatever you think best, whatever gives you the best results, and don't worry about me, I won't think anything weird. The only thing I'll think is about all the money they're going to pay us.
It may be... that it makes me a little uncomfortable being... sexually excited in front of you.
What had a direct impact on his penis was when his mother spoke directly to him about sexual excitement, causing it to tense for a fraction of seconds.
Can you look at it this way, mom. Your job, besides modeling lingerie, is to sexually provoke those who are looking at you, isn't it?
—That's how it is —a whirlpool of pleasure formed in the mouth of his stomach. He liked knowing that she was capable of exciting other people.
If you get excited while modeling yourself, it's most likely that this will also be transmitted to the photos and therefore to those who are going to look at them. It's like when you listen to someone sing or play an instrument, and you can notice how much they're passionate about what they're doing. If these people notice genuine excitement in your facial expression, then your job is well done.
I like that... it doesn't seem so bad when I see it in that way, and there's something logical to it. Do you see how important your instructions are?
—Good... thanks.
You got red-faced, buddy. You can't take a compliment, you always react like that. Someday you'll have to realize your good qualities, Julian.
Sometime...
Okay, do we continue?
Yes.
Diana felt the sensation that the chat had been too long, her body had begun to cool down, so she had to do everything possible to raise her temperature. She closed her eyes again, sighed and went back to caressing her stomach, this time not going up to her breasts but making the reverse journey, towards her sex. Using four fingers, she pressed with force on her vagina, feeling a discharge of pleasure directly on the clitoris. She started a slow movement with her wrist, increasing the pleasant sensation even more. She knew her son was photographing her, but could ignore that fact, what motivated her most was knowing that other people would see her, get excited and possibly masturbate. Thinking about this led her to put her hand in her thong and touch her wet vagina directly. She opened her eyes to confirm that her sex wasn't exposed, however for anyone watching, it would be obvious what she was doing with her hand inside.
Separate your legs a little more —Julian said at the same time as he crouched down to capture his mother's groin in close-up.
Diana obeyed without opposing resistance and slowly rubbed her clitoris as she looked directly at the camera lens, imagining it was the lustful eyes of a hypothetical lover. She stopped touching herself not out of modesty but because she wanted to go a little further, just like last time. Taking the thong by the elastic, she began to lower it slowly. Julian took a step forward, getting even closer to Diana's smooth pubis. Just as he had done in the previous session, she stopped right before her pussy would be visible. Being so exposed only stimulated her more, and she brought her hands to her back and unhooked her bra. Just before letting it fall to the floor, she covered her breasts with one arm.
Julian was surprised to see his mother inTopless, although her nipples didn't show.
Will you show them complete?
Don't rush us, she said. Take my picture first like this.
The boy nodded with his head and moved away so that the entire body of his mother could enter the frame. She looked at him sensually and, using both hands, grasped her breasts. For a second, Julian thought he saw a nipple, but wasn't sure; he focused on the task of taking pictures.
Diana closed her eyes and left her mouth slightly open, squeezed her breasts and began to massage them slowly, this was usually part of her masturbation ritual, and it produced much morbo for her to be doing it in front of a camera. That same morbo prompted her to hold her breasts from below, leaving a pair of brown and rough nipples visible, which were noticeably erect. Julian remained speechless for a few moments, not remembering the last time he had surprised his mother without a bra; but he recalled that Diana said, moments before, that what bothered her least was him seeing her breasts. He took advantage of the time his mother spent with her eyes closed to contemplate those round and soft breasts; but as soon as she directed her gaze at him, he hid behind the camera and began to capture images.
Diana smiled, felt good with herself, had been encouraged to take her new profession one step further, and her son seemed to be taking it very naturally, which helped her relax.
Can I make a suggestion to you? —asked the boy.
Of course, I told you that's part of your job, there's no need to ask.
It's that I'm afraid you'll take it badly.
I'm not going to take it badly. Tell me your suggestion and I'll decide if I follow it or not, period. What came to mind for you?
Let you pinch my nipples —he said, with a knot in his throat.
—Ah... I can do that.
Then what?
—And... I already got the bra off... the most difficult part, as far as breasts are concerned, is over now.
Diana licked the tips of her index fingers and then pinched her nipples in sync. The pleasure surge caught her off guard, as she generally didn't find them that sensitive... only when she got very excited. She posed for the camera for a few seconds, during which she repeatedly massaged and pinched her breasts.
—Do you want me to turn around so you can take pictures of my ass?
Okay, but... get down on your knees on the floor.
Is it on the floor?
Yes, you'll have more space there, the desk is very small... and it scares me that it might break.
Are you saying I'm fat?
No, I'm saying the desk is crap... if I bought it used from Lucho —he was referring to one of his best friends, whom his mother knew very well for years—, and you saw how Lucho is, everything he sells is junk.
It came out a little verse for you.
It's not that it came out, we always tell him so.
Okay, if I bought it from Lucho then I'm already scared to be sitting here, better I go upstairs.
Without understanding very well what her son was trying to do, Diana obeyed, got down from the desk and put her knees on the white floor.
He's cold —he complained.
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
With the next payment, we're going to buy a rug... although I still don't understand why you want me to cum on the floor.
—It's that I wasn't referring to that exact pose... —her mother looked at her intrigued—. You have to support your hands as well.
Ah! You want me to get on all fours...
Okay, I didn't want to say it that way, it sounds bad.
But it's understood better. What did I tell you about speaking clearly? I prefer that you say things directly and they're well understood, rather than spending ten minutes trying to explain something with indirect language.
—Yes... yes, you're right. Sorry. Get down on all fours... if you want.
Okay.
Diana adjusted the thong, and then positioned herself parallel to the desk, placed her hands on the floor, and inclined her head downwards.
—So? —he asked.
Lift up your booty a little more.
She arched her back a bit and lowered her head further, feeling the thong tightening around her pussy and thinking it could break at any moment, leaving her completely naked.
This... mom...
What happened?
Mmm... better show you this.
Julián took a photo of the back of his mother and then handed her the camera, showing her what was on screen. Diana was half-surprised by what she saw, because she had known that was a risk since before. The thong didn't cover her pussy completely, but allowed her prominent gussets to protrude from the sides, not yet fully understanding, but still showing part of her pussy. What surprised her was her own reaction, instead of feeling embarrassed, she got a lot of morbo out of what she saw, it was a very suggestive pose and with the thong leaving what was underneath in evidence, it was practically like inviting someone to take her. She liked thinking that someone could enjoy her body that way.
—Well, with the little girl that's left to me in the thong, it was obvious this was going to happen at some point —she said, trying to appear natural.
So then do I keep taking pictures?
—And... now it's already there—I didn't want to tell her son that I was finding it exciting that they would photograph his pussy like that—. Go on.
Okay.
Julián returned to position himself behind his mother and crouched down to take more photographs. What happened was what he knew he couldn't avoid: his cock woke up. Slowly, it became harder as he admired those fleshy balls. He had to fight against the impulse to extend his hand and touch them. When his mother opened her buttocks with both hands, the pussy remained slightly more exposed, and Julián was invaded by a strong desire to tear off the thong, pull out the cock and bury it completely in his mother's pussy.
For her part, Diana was also debating between passion and reason. She thought that one of her hypothetical lovers was behind her and that at any moment he would take off his thong to the side and start passionately taking her. 'I want them to stick it in me all the way', she told herself mentally while caressing the sides of her pussy that were protruding from her underwear. She felt them warm and moist. She was very hot... and wanted more.
I'm going to take her out.
What? —Julian reacted as if he were waking up from a beautiful dream.
I've made up my mind, she said firmly, I don't want to give it any more thought, because otherwise I won't do it ever. I'm going to take off the thong —she took it by the elastic and began to slowly lower it down.
Wait—his son interrupted him.
Why did you do that? I thought you wanted this... so we could get paid more.
Yes, but since you're going to take it out anyway, you could try something else first.
What's up?
Mmm... how do I explain it to you?
Clearly, Julian.
—Okay. The idea is... —felt his cock pulsating inside his pants—, that the thong stays stuck in your pussy.
—And do you think that's going to be okay?
—Shh... yes... I'm sure of that.
—Well, you're a man... maybe you'll understand more of these things.
Diana put her thong back on again, but she stretched it too far, until she felt her lips blooming completely and the fabric getting tight in the center.
Julián admired amazedly, had to spend a couple of seconds fondling his cock above his pants, then calibrated the camera lens and took a close-up capture of that beautiful pussy.
—I want to see the photo —her mother asked.
He grabbed the camera, leaving the last capture on screen. Diana took away a pleasant surprise, the result was better than she had expected; her pussy seemed like a mouth with large lips biting a piece of fabric. It was very evident that it was wet and this didn't bother her too much, considering it a plus if her intention was to excite those who would see her. 'Let them see me well wet,' she said. She returned the camera to her son and then opened her buttocks with both hands. She maintained that position for a few seconds and then proceeded to slowly remove her thong, allowing Julián to photograph the scene frame by frame.
When he saw his mother's pussy completely naked, the boy had to put aside the camera to contain his cock with his hand, which seemed like a snake about to attack its prey. Once again, he was tempted to take it out of her pants so that it wouldn't hurt having it squeezed in there; but he distracted himself by returning to his task as photographer. He admired the smiling mussel and marveled at that black hole that barely opened.
Diana felt a strong wave of pleasure coursing through her body, for the first time in her life she was completely naked in front of her son... and in front of a camera. She knew that she found it morbidly pleasant due to the excitement she had, so she decided not to give it too much importance. Suddenly the idea occurred to her to pose dressed as a maid, and show off her pussy underneath that short and sensual skirt.
I was thinking that... when I said this, she turned around and instantly froze. She saw her son with the camera in hand and a strong erection bulging out his pants.
Instinctively she backed away, wanted to get up, but had the thong between her legs. She pulled it out quickly and moved away from her son, unable to stop looking at that big bulge.
Julián understood instantly why his mother reacted that way, however he couldn't do anything to prevent it; he remained motionless watching her sit down on one of the armchairs.
He... pardon —he almost said that.
—I didn't know that... —Diana couldn't find words to explain her situation—. Is it the first time this happens to you? —the boy didn't respond—. !Julian!
—Eh... no. It's not the first time this happens. It's just the first time you notice.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I knew you would react badly.
—Don't react... —it was useless to deny it, your reaction hadn't been the most appropriate one—. Yes, you're right; but anyway, how long did you think you'd be able to hide it?
I don't know... I didn't think about that. I know it bothers you, but don't think badly... it's not something I can control.
Isn't it?
—Of course not, mom. It's not like I'd say 'Stay below' and do it anyway.
—And why do you think it's happening? I mean, I know I'm naked... and I'm doing erotic poses; but I'm your mom, Julian.
—I know... but... —he remembered something he had been thinking himself, so he wouldn't feel so guilty every time he masturbated looking at his mother's photos--; but the female body is something universal... no matter how much I know you're my mom, you can't deny that you have a great body. You might even think so if you saw a naked man...
It could be, I don't know... I don't have a cock, I don't know how it works exactly.
It's not that I mean you're similar, but that you... wet yourself.
Okay, it's possible... but I think there's some kind of filter that prevents us from getting excited when we see our parents, or our kids. Don't you think so?
I don't think there's anything like that... I mean, it stops with me; but I'm not thinking about you.
So then who?
Julián didn't expect that question when he was masturbating, as he wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, just trying to ignore the fact that that body belonged to his mother; but he knew this wouldn't be enough to convince her, so he invented the best lie he could.
When I was at university —he started saying—, there was a professor who gave us statistics, she was blonde and had a body very similar to yours... I never noticed that similarity until now. I really liked that professor... I think all the guys and some girls did too. When I see you with little clothes on, I think of her.
Never had you told me about this teacher.
I didn't tell you because I was ashamed —Julian was surprised by himself, he didn't know he could lie so shamelessly; he had never had any teacher that compared to his mother in beauty—. She drove me crazy, even sometimes it crossed my mind to ask her out; but I was afraid of looking foolish and then all my classmates finding out. When you adopt those erotic poses, it's inevitable that I imagine her doing the same.
But... can't you think of something else?
I told you it's inevitable. Obviously I tried to think of other things, but it happens the same way — at that moment Julian's gaze was drawn like a magnet towards Diana's vagina, which was sitting with her legs apart.
—Oh, Julian! —she complained as she realized where her son was looking and closed her legs.
—Sorry, that's also inevitable.
Yes, of course... now are you going to tell me you can't look the other way?
—Do you want us to take a test?
Are you angry?
A little, I don't like being accused of being degenerate, and even less by my mom.
Diana was left speechless, she hadn't realized she was hinting at that about her own son, she felt like a terrible person for treating him that way after everything he had done to make them earn money.
—Forgive me, Julian. It's not that I think you're a degenerate... it's just that seeing you like this surprised me. I know very well that at some point you'll get excited, we've talked about that before; but I didn't imagine it could happen to you when you saw me.
When I see you naked... almost. Because if I see you dressed it doesn't happen.
What test were you referring to?
—Ah yes... let's see what's going on —Julian got up, put the camera on a small table next to the sofa and then, without giving his mother time to react, he pulled down his pants to his ankles. His erect cock shook like a spring.
The blonde took her hand to her mouth when she saw that virile member appear suddenly in front of her, a whirlpool of heat formed in the mouth of her stomach.
Try looking the other way —her son challenged her.
She parted her gaze, even tried to look at him, but failed every time, her attention was always captured by that cocky venous with hairy testicles that looked at her as if inviting her to misbehave. Diana covered her eyes with one hand and started laughing.
It's true, you can't avoid it.
I told you so, it's inevitable --when listening to his mother's laughter, Julian calmed down a lot--. Now do you understand a little better what I'm going through?
What I don't understand is when that thing of yours grew so big.
That thing has a name. Didn't we agree to call things by their name?
Good... the cock. I didn't imagine you'd have it like that.
Maybe because you had never seen me standing still.
That's true.
I didn't imagine you'd have such a big pussy either...
What's up?
I don't know how to describe her... Inflated?
Diana burst out laughing again.
Your father used to tell me the same thing. I always thought he was exaggerating.
—No, for nothing. It's like they were two little pancakes together —Diana continued laughing, Julian removed his pants.
—Will you stay like that? —she asked.
If it doesn't bother you... because the truth is that it hurts a lot having her squeezed in there.
I didn't know that...
---To be so big, there are many things you don't know about cocks.
It's not like I've spent my life analyzing them... I always gave them the right and necessary use. But getting back to the topic... I'd prefer it if you didn't walk around with your balls hanging loose, as it's already half difficult for me to be taking off my clothes in front of you; if I had to do it while you're having yours like that, it would be worse. Why don't we take a few minutes to fuck and then continue with the photos? On the way, I'll change into something else, I'm going to put on my housemaid outfit.
—Well, I think it's fine... how good that you won't decide to suspend everything, I was afraid you would do so.
It slipped through my mind, but I think it would be exaggerating too much. It was to be expected that we'd have to deal with problems like these at some point; the best thing is to talk about them and try to resolve them... otherwise we'll be left without a job, both of us.
That's very true.
Okay, I'm here.
Before leaving, Diana gave her son's cock one last glance and walked to his room with a smile on her face; he was right, you couldn't help but look at those parts on a naked person, even knowing that his son had started looking at the pussy since he got up and possibly was still looking at it while walking.
-3-
Diana resumed her masturbation ritual as soon as she put on the maid's uniformFell into the realization thatIt had been years since the last time it had happenedFetishizedSo many times in the same day; but at the same time he liked having done it, because he was really enjoying that prolonged state of excitement. Almost could feel his body accumulating heat.
While putting her fingers in the pussy, an image of Julián's hard cock came to mind, and for a moment she was startled, but then she remembered something he had said: 'I don't think about you, I think about someone else.' She wondered if she would be able to do the same; she imagined herself on all fours in bed, waiting for that big cock... and the idea excited her to masturbate even faster.
I knew the situation was getting much further than she would want, but at the same time I couldn't stop thinking about the money I'd receive for photo sessions and particularly how good it felt to pose in front of the camera. I had to go back to the studio and give my best, even if I had to tolerate her son getting hard cock when he saw her posing.
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