Oh," said Hamish. "I guess I'm interrupting something, sorry."
The 'something' was that his sister, Violet, was pointing a camera at their mum, who was in her underwear. He'd interrupted by walking into the living room.
"Oh!" said Mum. "You're home!"
"Mmm," he said. "Yeah, the thing didn't last as long as... I'll just..." he pointed towards the hallway and started walking that way.
"This isn't..." said Violet. "It's not weird."
"Nope," said Hamish. "Not weird at all. Everything about this is extremely normal."
"Oh, calm down," said Mum. "It's for Violet's job."
"Oh!" said Hamish. "You got a gig? That's great!"
"Yes!" said Violet. "It's for an underwear catalogue, but for one of the fancy underwear companies where they call it lingerie because it sounds classier in French."
"And I guess they're so fancy that instead of a professional model, they're using Mum?"
"No, this isn't the actual shoot," said Violet. "I'm just figuring out things like poses, and camera angles, and lighting, so that on the day it goes really smoothly, and then they think I'm brilliant and hire me for all their future catalogues."
"Yeah," said Mum, "no one wants to see this."
Hamish chuckled. "You haven't talked to some of my friends."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Which ones?"
"Never mind, I've said too much already." He turned again towards the hallway.
"Wait!" said Violet. "I could use you too!"
"Uh, what?"
"Yeah, they have a men's section."
"Huh, never heard of men's lingerie before."
"Yeah, I think for the men's section they just call it underwear."
"Right. Yeah, not sure, that might be a bit weird for me. Why don't you get Dad to do it?"
"He's working late," said Mum.
"As always," said Violet. "If you help, I can get you some of their product for free!"
"Yeah," said Mum, "I'm getting three sets of their lingerie. It's way better than my normal stuff."
"That's probably more expensive though," he said. "This is a better deal for you."
"Trust me," she said, "women's underwear being more expensive is definitely not a better deal for us."
"That's not really what I..." he said, then paused. "Well, I could use more undies."
"Great!" said Violet, and turned to a plastic bag on the chair next to her. "What size are you, small, right?"
He flipped her off. "Definitely large, although you never know with these French companies, maybe they use a different measurement system, like with shoes."
"They're not French, you weirdo, they're just calling it lingerie because it's classy," she said. She handed him four pairs of underwear. "Go try these on, then come back ready to pose."
"What, now?"
She shrugged. "I'm already set up. No time like the present."
~
He returned, still fully clothed. "Not sure you've grasped the point of this photoshoot," said Violet. "You were supposed to change into the new underwear."
"Yeah," he said, "I did, they're on..." He shifted uncomfortably.
"Oh come on," said their mum. "It's not that weird, it's just like wearing a swimsuit."
"I usually wear shorts when I'm swimming."
"This can be practice, so next time you go swimming you feel confident to show off your body! Haven't you been hitting the gym?"
He sighed. "Yeah all right." He pulled his shirt off.
"And the pants," said Violet. He nodded, pulled them down, stepped out of them, and kicked them off to one side.
"All right, how should I pose?"
"Hands on hips, facing that way. Try to look pensive, maybe."
"I was thinking of going for thoughtful."
"Yeah, whatever you're doing there is fine. Now, maybe one foot up on that chair."
"Yeah, all right." He paused, and glanced at their mum. "Aren't you done with Mum? Does she need to be here for this?"
"Sheesh, can't a proud mum watch her daughter work?" asked Mum.
"I'll need her again in a moment, anyway," said Violet.
"Couldn't get all hers out of the way before you got me to strip down to my undies?" he asked.
"Quit your whining," said Violet, "it'll make sense in a bit. Turn away from me and look back at me over your shoulder."
He sighed. "Fine."
After a number of poses, Violet turned to their mum. "All right Mum, I need you back."
"Great, I'll go put my clothes back on," said Hamish.
"I still need you as well."
"What?"
"Yeah, I need a few shots with both of you in them. Hamish, stand over there, Mum stand right next to him here." They dutifully posed as they were asked for a few shots. "All right, Hamish, turn to Mum and just put a hand on her waist. Mum, put a hand on his shoulder."
"This is a bit weird," said Hamish.
"Hamish," said Mum, "try to be a bit more cooperative. This is your sister's career, and there's nothing weird about touching me on the waist."
"Fine."
Violet took a few shots in that pose, adjusting them once or twice. "All right Hamish, I'll just get you to stand behind Mum, arms wrapped around her waist." He grumbled, but he did it. "Great, just poke your head out from behind her, over her shoulder." She took a few more shots. "Hmm. Can you just turn to face her, but Mum, you keep looking at me."
"Where am I even looking, at her ear?" asked Hamish.
"Doesn't really matter where you're looking, as long as you're facing the right way." Violet paused for a moment. "All right, your eyes look weird like that. Try looking at her nose." Violet took a few more shots. "Yeah, that works better. See, this is why it's good that we're doing the trial run. Hamish, can you just kiss Mum lightly on the cheek?"
"Oh, come on," he said.
"Come on honey," said Mum, "it's not gonna kill you to give your old mum a kiss on the cheek. In some countries that's a greeting."
He sighed and gave her a quick peck. "Happy?"
"Well no, I need you to hold the pose," said Violet.
"Fine." He put his lips to his mum's cheeks and held it while Violet took some photos.
"All right," said Violet, "I'll get you to face each other and give each other a hug, but both looking towards me, cheek to cheek."
"See, this is nice," said Mum. "Feels like it's been a long time since you've given me a decent hug."
"All right, face each other, forehead to forehead."
"Is this seriously what they put in their ads?" asked Hamish. "They're selling the underwear, not our faces."
"My shots aren't just going to sell underwear," said Violet. "They'll sell romance, they'll sell the idea of being swept off your feet. People will associate those feelings of romance with the product."
"Fair enough, you're the professional," said Hamish. He touched his forehead to his mum's.
"Kiss her on the top of the head," said Violet. Hamish did so. "Hmm," she said. "All right, facing each other again. Mum, put your hands on his shoulders. Hamish, cup the side of her head with your hand. No, other hand, other side of the head, don't hide her face from the camera."
"How many more photos do you need?" asked Hamish.
"Oh shhh, not like you've got much on today," said Mum.
"Still a few more," said Violet. "This is probably the most important part, coordinating multiple people is something I definitely like to have figured out ahead of time." She paused. "Can I get you to give each other just a soft peck on the lips?"
"Oh, come on," said Hamish.
"Oh shush," said Mum. "It's just a peck."
They pecked. "I need you to hold it, though," said Violet. Hamish sighed dramatically, but he leaned forward and they held it for longer. "All right," said Violet, "can you two switch it up, angle your heads the other way?" They moved their heads and kissed again. "Hmm," said Violet. "This is tricky to describe, but I want the kiss now so that Mum, your lower lip is between Hamish's lips. Does that make sense?"
Hamish wrinkled his brow. "What?"
"I think she means like this," said Mum, showing him.
Hamish pulled back. "This is a little more than a peck."
"Oh, get over it," she said. "We're just holding it for a bit for the photos." He sighed and leaned back into the kiss.
"Great," said Violet, "switch it up, Hamish, your lower lip in between." They switched and kept their lips pressed together. "All right, that's all I need of those," she said.
"Great, so we're done?" he asked.
"I just meant that pose. Hamish, can you sit down on that chair, Mum, stand behind him, hand on his shoulder." She took a few shots. "Mum, can you bend down a bit, so your breasts are just above Hamish's head. A bit further. Bend just a little bit more."
"They're almost touching his head," said Mum.
"Yeah on second thoughts, do that. Just rest them there."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, get over it," said Hamish. "We're just holding it for the photos."
"Cheeky," said Mum, but she bent down and rested her breasts on top of his head.
"Great," said Violet. "You can stand up again. We're almost at the last set of photos. Mum, can I get you to take your bra off for this last set?"
"What?" asked Mum.
"Surely they're not putting topless pics in their ads," said Hamish.
"Well, yes and no," said Violet. "We can't show her nipples, which is an odd double standard since yours are out in literally every shot, but that's another conversation. We're going to avoid showing her nipples through camera angles and blocking."
"I'm not sure about this," said Mum.
"This is your daughter's career, Mum!" said Hamish.
"All right, you can stop throwing my own words back at me, young man, I get it."
"This is why I got you to put those nipple pasties on," said Violet.
"Ohhhhh," said Mum.
"You didn't put them on?"
"I assumed you were joking. I threw them out."
"Well, that's all right, we're going to pose in such a way that they won't show up on film."
Mum sighed. "You two have to look away while I change."
"I'm the photographer," said Violet. "I'm going to have to see them, there's no getting around it."
"And I've got to pose with you," said Hamish. "I'm not gonna pose with my eyes closed."
"Fine," said Mum. She pulled off the bra and flung it to one side.
"Hmm," said Violet. "Actually, can you pick that up again?"
Her mum raised an eyebrow. "Sure?"
"Hamish," said Violet, "you stand up and face me, hands on hips. Mum, stand behind him and dangle the bra off to one side."
"Like this?" she asked.
"Shuffle that way a bit. Need to get your nipples out of the shot."
"Right."
"All right," said Violet, "drape the bra over the chair there, and I'll get the two of you to shuffle off to one side. Mum, can you wrap your arms around Hamish's waist? All right, great, now just lean to one side slightly and give him a kiss on the cheek." Their mum planted a kiss on his cheek, and Violet took some more photos. "All right," said Violet, "I want you to face each other and hug again. You need to hug nice and close so that Mum's nipples are hidden."
"There's gonna be a lot of sideboob," said Hamish.
Violet shrugged. "They won't mind some sideboob. Sex sells, as long as I don't show any nipple." They hugged, and Violet took more photos. "Let's see you kiss again. We'll start with the peck." Hamish and Mum kissed again, while Violet took more photos. First they held the peck, then he gently sucked on her lower lip, then she sucked on his. "All right," said Violet, "I'm gonna get you to Janet Jackson it for this next shot."
"What?" asked Hamish.
"You haven't seen that one album cover?" asked Violet.
"I know the one," said Mum. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah," said Violet, "it's an iconic shot, it'll be great."
"I don't know what's going on," said Hamish.
"Stand behind Mum."
"How is this going to work?" he asked.
Mum sighed. "You need to cover my breasts with your hands."
"She's messing with me, right?" he asked Violet.
"No, that's right," said Violet. "There's an iconic album cover that we're emulating. It'll be great."
He looked at his mum. "Are you sure you're all right with this?"
She sighed again. "Just don't think about it too hard. We've got to support your sister's career."
"All right then," he said. He gently cupped her breasts with his hands.
"Mum," said Violet, "you need to have your hands above your head, all right?"
"Right," she said.
Violet took a few photos and nodded. "Mum, you look amazing in these."
"Well, I'm no Janet Jackson."
"Pffft," said Violet. "You're a goddess, own it."
Mum giggled. "Thanks, honey."
"Right," said Violet, "last couple of shots I think. Hamish, sit down on the sofa here." He sat down. "And Mum, sit sideways on his lap, and cover your breasts with your near hand. Put your arms around each other, too."
"Both my arms?" he asked.
"Put that hand on her knee, for now. Other arm around her shoulders." She took a few shots. "All right, slide that hand a little way up her leg."
"How far?"
"Just brushing the edge of her panties."
Hamish looked at his mum. "Mum, is that all right?" She looked in his eyes and nodded, and he slid his hand up to her thigh.
"Oh, that's good," said Violet, "hold that eye contact." They nodded and kept their eyes locked. "Now slowly lean in and kiss." They leaned in, not breaking eye contact for a moment, and gently locked lips. For a few minutes there were no directions, the two of them just kissing each other's lips over and over while Violet continue to snap photos. "All right," she said, "Mum, I want you to stop covering your breasts, and that hand is going to go to Hamish's chest. Hamish, you need to cover Mum's breasts with the hand that's currently on her leg." Hamish and his mum didn't speak; he just looked questioningly into her eyes and she nodded. She reached over and touched his chest, while he reached across, covered one breast with his arm, and cupped the other with his hand. "Great," said Violet, "keep kissing." The two of them went back to making out. "Hmm, said Violet, "how about we throw in a tiny bit of tongue?" There was no argument from either of them. Their tongues darted out and tentatively touched each other, then they took turns gently sucking on the other's tongue. "All right," said Violet. "We're going to shift positions slightly."
The two of them continued to make out for a few seconds, then paused and took a breath. "What position?" asked Hamish.
"You don't need to move, really," said Violet. "Mum, can you put one knee there, and the other there, and face him?"
Their mum straddled Hamish, breasts now in his face. "Like this?"
"Great," said Violet. "Now Hamish, put your arms around Mum. Mum, hands on Hamish's shoulder." Violet took a few photos like that. "Hamish, can you slide your hands down a bit?"
"How far?" asked Hamish.
"I'll say when." Hamish slid his arms slowly down their mum's back; as his hands came to rest just above his mum's panty line, Violet said, "All right, there's good." She took a few more shots. "Mum, can you move your hands to Hamish's chest?" After Mum had done so and Violet had taken a few more shots, Violet said, "Hamish, can I get you to move just your left hand a little bit further down?" Hamish hesitated, but his mum gently nodded to him. He slid his left hand down and gently held her right butt cheek. "Great," said Violet. "I'll get you to put your right hand on her chest." There was no hesitation this time; with his right hand he grabbed her left breast. "Great," said Violet. "I'll get you to kiss again." Their mum leaned down and the two of them started making out again. She also started to gently grind on his lap.
After a few minutes of the two of them making out and her grinding on him while Violet took photos, Violet said, "Great, I think that's all we need for now."
It took a couple of second for them to break off the kiss. "Oh," said Hamish. "You didn't want to try any other poses?"
"No, I think we're good."
"Right. Okay. Great," said their mum. "I guess I'll go get changed back into normal clothes."
"Me too," he said. "I might have a shower, first. Had a bit of a busy day."
"Yeah, good idea, I think I'll do the same," she said.
Violet was not paying much attention to what they were saying. She starting packing up her equipment. "I'll let you know how the shoot went, all right?"
"Yeah, great," said Hamish. "And let us know if we can help in the future."
"Right," said Mum. "We're always happy to support your career."
~
It was a few weeks later, and Hamish and his mum were finally able to look at each other without blushing. The underwear catalogue with Violet's photography had come out, and it was pretty good work. Hamish had decided to hang onto a copy, and kept it in his room so he could regularly admire her work.
Hamish and his mum were sitting on the sofa watching day time TV when Violet excitedly burst through the front door. "I've got another gig!"
"Oh yeah," said Hamish, "what are you looking at, another ad?"
"More importantly, can you get us some more free stuff?" asked Mum.
"Something like that," said Violet. "And yes Mum, I've got some more free stuff for you both."
"Something like an ad?" asked Hamish.
"Well no, I guess not like an ad at all. One of the models I worked with was impressed by the storytelling and romance elements that I incorporated into my shoot, and put me in touch with a friend of hers. She's giving me a trial run with some boudoir photography, and if it goes well I might have a permanent gig!"
"Sounds French," said Hamish, "so you know it's classy."
"A permanent gig?" asked Mum. "Sounds great, it would be nice to have a bit of stability for a change."
"I'd still be able to freelance, too," said Violet.
"Did you need our help again?" asked Hamish. "Also, what's a boo- one of those?"
"Honestly, it's a bit similar to what I shot with you last time," said Violet. "But this is more about the people than about what they're wearing. Couples often order these for themselves so they can reminisce about how they used to be young and hot, or whatever."
"Oh, a bit more personal then," said Mum. "That's nice."
"And we get more free stuff?" asked Hamish.
"Of course you only care about the free stuff," said Violet.
"Not at all!" he said. "Obviously I care, very deeply, about you getting permanent employment and getting yourself paid. But still, you did say something about some more free stuff."
"A couple things. More, if I get the permanent job."
"All right, we'll just have to make sure you do a good job. So what is it, more undies?"
"A couple of nice button up shirts, too!"
"Right," he said. "Uh, I guess Dad's working late tonight?"
"As always," said Mum. "Violet honey, do boudoir shoots tend to get a bit risqué?"
"Oh, it can depend," said Violet. "Tell you what, how about to make you both comfortable, if I ask the two of you to strip down at all, I'll do the same, so it's even?"
"So if you ask me to get the girls out again, you'll get yours out too?"
Violet laughed. "Agreed, my girls will come out in solidarity if I ask you to get topless."
"What if I get topless?" asked Hamish.
"Not the same thing at all," said Violet. "There's that double standard again, I would apologise but there's so few that work in our favour."
"Noted. What did you want me to wear?"
She reached into a bag and pulled out a button up shirt. "This, some nice pants, and some of the undies you got the other week."
"No new undies for me, ey? I see how it is."
She shrugged. "Mum, I'll help you get into your outfit. Hamish, give us about thirty minutes and meet us in Mum and Dad's room." He took the shirt and headed off to his room.
~
"Are you two ready?" asked Hamish from the other side of the bedroom door.
"Yes," said Violet, "come in." He opened the door and entered his parents' bedroom.
"You scrub up all right," said Mum. "Maybe you should wear nice shirts like that more often."
"Thank you, thank you," he said. "You ladies aren't looking bad yourselves." Violet and their mum were wearing silky looking nighties. "Is that silk?"
This one is," said Violet. "Mum's is satin."
"Right," he said. "I feel simultaneously overdressed and underdressed."
Violet laughed. "Not our fault classy underwear for men isn't as much of a thing."
"So, what's happening," asked Hamish. "Did you want us to do individual snaps first?"
"I've done a few with Mum," said Violet. "We don't really need solo snaps for you."
"Really?"
Violet shrugged. "It's not really about you, for the most part. It's more about the woman. Anyway, to make this easier, I'm going to show the two of you what I want, first." She sat on the edge of their parents' bed and beckoned to Hamish. "Stand just here, in front of me." Hamish walked over to her. Violet reached out, grabbed him, and pulled him towards her. "Close to me, like this. Put your right arm around my shoulder, and look down into my eyes."
"Got it," said Hamish, and looked down at her.
"Great," said Violet. "Mum, you saw where I want you?" Mum nodded. "Great, swap places with me." So they swapped places, Mum sitting on the bed, Hamish standing next to her, looking down. Violet took a few photos. "Mum," said Violet, "I'll get you to just open your legs so Hamish can stand in between them, and you can wrap them around him, all right?" Mum nodded, and the two of them shifted. "Hamish, kiss the top of Mum's head." He bent down and planted his lips on her head. "All right, I'll get the two of you to kiss each other on the lips, now." There was only a momentary pause as the two of them looked in each other's eyes and saw agreement, then he bent down and locked lips with his mum. They kissed for several seconds, while Violet snapped photos, getting them to change positions once or twice. "Great, that's enough of that one," said Violet. The two of them stopped kissing.
"All right," said Hamish, "what next?"
"Lie down on the bed, head on the pillow, on your side, facing this way," said Violet. "Mum, hold off for now, I'll show you where I want you." Hamish lay down on the bed. Violet lay next to him, nestled against his chest. "See, more or less like this. Hamish, put your arm around me, I'll place it where it needs to go." Hamish put his arm on Violet's hip; she grabbed his hand and tucked it around her stomach. "Like this," she said. "Hold me close."
"No worries," said Hamish.
Violet looked at their mum. "Easy enough, right?"
Mum nodded, and the two of them traded places again. Violet took a few shots in that pose, and a couple with Mum looking over her shoulder, Hamish kissing her from behind. The kissing poses were becoming more natural for them, and although they looked each other in the eye each time to make sure, it was always a quick agreement for the two of them.
"All right," said Violet, "we might move onto the next phase." She lifted her nightie up over her head, to reveal a set of purple underwear, complete with corset and garters.
"Wow," said Hamish, "this is even fancier than the set from the lingerie ad."
Violet shrugged. "That's how we roll in the boudoir. Can I get the two of you to please strip down to underwear?"
Hamish and Mum both nodded. Hamish unbuttoned his shirt, stepped out of his pants, and placed them on a nearby chair. Mum pulled her nightie over her head to reveal a set of underwear similar to that being worn by Violet. "All right Hamish, stand right there," she said. He stood, and she knelt in front of him. "Just like this, all right Mum?"
Mum chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I bet this is a popular pose."
Violet shrugged. "It's supposed to look sensual. Just put one hand on Hamish's thigh and gaze up at him, all right?" She nodded, put her right hand on his left thigh, and gazed up while he gazed down. "That's great," said Violet after a few snaps. "Just hook a finger over the hem of his underwear, all right?"
Mum did so. "Like this?"
"Hmmm," said Violet. "Just pull it towards you a tiny bit. Not enough to reveal anything, just to be suggestive."
Mum nodded and pulled the elastic down a tiny bit, until a tuft of pubic hair peeked over the top. "How's that?"
Violet nodded. "Great." She took a few shots. "Just put your face right next to his crotch, still looking up at him." Mum leaned forward, face right in front of Hamish's shorts, mouth slightly open, staring up at him. "Nice," said Violet. "Yeah, that looks great." She took a few more photos. "All right," she said, "we're going to move to a different position. Mum, can you help me out of my corset? And Hamish, help your mother out of yours."
"Must be a relief to get out of these corsets and be able to breathe again," he said.
"That's not really a thing," said Mum.
"Really?"
"Yeah, as long as it fits properly and you're wearing it right, it's potentially more comfortable than a normal bra," said Violet. "Bit more time consuming to get off, though."
"So," said Mum. "Are we staying topless?"
"Yes, I think so," said Violet. "I've got a good idea for a shot."
"You two have finally caught up to me," said Hamish.
"Not really the same," said Violet. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Hamish, this might be a bit weird, can you sit on my lap, side on?" He sat down on her lap. "Hmmm," she said. "Nope, you're too tall. Kneel on the ground."
Mum raised an eyebrow. "Not often you see a man in this position."
"Feel like we're learning a lot about Dad," said Hamish.
She chuckled. "Sorry, too much information I guess."
Hamish knelt next to Violet. "Kneel up a bit," she said. He raised until his head was just below her chin. "Good," she said "Scoot closer to me, wrap your arms around me." He did so. His head was just about level with her breast. "All right," she said, "I need you to just put your mouth around this nipple, like you're breastfeeding."
"Uh. Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah, this will look cute. Nurturing or whatever. Come on, latch on." He shrugged, leaned forward, and wrapped his lips around her nipple. "It looks good, right?" said Violet to Mum.
Mum shrugged, but nodded. "Actually looks kinda cute and peaceful."
"Great," said Violet. "Detach, Hamish."
He let go of her and stood up. "Well, that was weird."
Violet shrugged. "I probably don't have the best chest for it; we can't all have big mummy milkers like Mum here."
Hamish and Mum both laughed. "What the fuck, Violet," said Hamish.
She chuckled. "Just breaking the tension. All right Mum, swap in." Mum sat down, then Hamish knelt next to her, hugged her close, and wrapped his lips around her nipple. "Look up at her face," said Violet. He looked up and gazed into her eyes. She took a couple shots. "Hamish, can you apply a bit of suction?"
Hamish detached and said, "What?"
"Just act like you're actually being breastfed," said Violet. "Act like you're trying to get milk."
"I've been dry for a couple decades," said Mum. "Not sure what that'll achieve."
"Should change how his lips and cheek look, a little bit." So Hamish latched back on and started to suck her nipple. "Put your left hand up and cup her other breast," said Violet. Hamish did so. "All right, now gently pinch that nipple." Hamish looked up at Mum, who nodded down at him. He pinched and played with the nipple while Mum gazed down at him and got gradually more flushed, and Violet took more photos. "All right," said Violet, "I think that's enough of that one."
After a few more seconds, Hamish let go of Mum's breasts. "So, they do breastfeeding in boudoir shots?"
"It looked nurturing and cute, right Mum?" Breathless, Mum nodded.
"So, next position," said Violet. She lay back on the bed. "Hamish, lie down on the bed in front of me, all right? Head just between my legs." Hamish lay down, face down, with his head between her legs. "Scoot a bit closer."
"Definitely never see a man in this position," said Mum.
"Mum," asked Violet, "do we need to stage an intervention for you and Dad?"
Mum sighed and shook her head. "We're fine. Sorry, I should stop getting down on your Dad."
"Sounds like you going down on Dad isn't the problem," said Hamish.
"Hamish!" said Mum, but her smile showed she found it funny.
"All right, pay attention," said Violet. "Hamish, I need you to hook a finger into my panty line, just like the other shot before." Hamish hooked an index finger over the line of her panties and pulled it slightly towards him. "Great. Mum, you get what you need to do?"
She nodded. "Seems like my job is easier on this one."
Violet nodded. "Yeah, should be." She got up, and Mum lay down in her place. Hamish got down between her legs, hooked a finger over the waistband of her panties, and pulled it down and towards him. A large tuft of pubic hair peeked over the top.
"Oh," said Mum. "Sorry you have to see that, I never really got into the waxing thing. Dad sometimes calls it the Black Forest."
"Makes sense," said Hamish, "the Black Forest is a place of natural beauty."
Violet nodded. "Hell yeah, nothing wrong with a healthy patch of hair."
"You don't wax?" Mum asked.
"A little bit," said Violet. "I don't go the full Brazilian though." She took a few shots. "Hamish, can you pull the crotch of Mum's panties to one side, please?" Hamish raised an eyebrow, and looked at his Mum. She sighed and nodded. He slid his finger under the hem of her panties, around to the crotch, and pulled them to one side, exposing her completely. "Great," said Violet, "just put your head real close."
"Imagine you're an unselfish lover," said Mum.
"We can find some good couple's counsellors for you and Dad, if you'd like," said Violet.
Mum shook her head. "I'm fine. That was the last jab, I promise."
Violet too a few more shots. "Hamish, I want you now to grab the middle of Mum's waistband with your whole hand, and pull them down just far enough so she's exposed." Mum nodded again, and Hamish pulled the band of her panties just below where her legs met. Violet took a few more snaps, then took off her own panties and garter, stepping out of them. "All right, now I want you to slowly pull Mum's panties down. Really slowly, I want to take photos at each stage." Mum nodded again, and Hamish hooked his fingers onto both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Violet got them to pause a couple of times and shift poses slightly, but eventually the panties were all the way off, leaving Mum in only her garter. "All right, I think we've just got one more position. Mum, can you take the garter off?"
Hamish and his Mum got off the bed, and Mum took off the garter. "Oh," said Hamish, looking at Violet. "You're naked too."
She shrugged. "I'm a woman of my word, I said I'd match your state of undress. Speaking of which, though..." and she looked pointedly at his underpants.
"Oh," he said. "You want me all the way naked too?"
"Yes please, for this last couple of shots."
"Hurry, before it gets too cold," said Mum.
He sighed, dropped his undies, and stepped out of them. His penis stood almost completely erect. Mum raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "All right," said Violet, "Hamish, I just need you to lie on your back on the bed."
"Head on pillow?" he asked.
"Hmmm. No thanks, more the middle of the bed." He lay down, and Violet climbed up beside him. "How are your leg muscles, Mum?"
Mum shrugged. "I try to keep in shape."
"Good," said Violet. "This can be a little tiring, but it looks pretty good." She placed a foot either side of Hamish, squatted above him and put her hands on his chest. His erection pointed straight towards her, gently poking her between the legs. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Mum, do you think you can manage this?"
Mum nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem." The two of them swapped. Mum squatted just above Hamish, her hands on his chest, his erection sticking up just below her.
"Hamish, just put your hands on Mum's breasts, all right?" He nodded and grabbed her breasts. She took a few more photos, and it was already apparent Mum's leg muscles were feeling the toll. She sagged slightly, and Hamish's erection gently prodded at her entrance. Her eyebrows raised in alarm. "That looks great, right there. Try to hold that exact position," said Violet. So Mum squatted in place, Hamish almost knocking at her entrance. "Great, relax for a moment," said Violet, and turned to look at her camera's screen.
Relieved to no longer be painfully squatting, Mum relaxed without thinking about the position she was in. She sat down firmly, her entrance completely engulfing Hamish's erection. She and Hamish both inhaled sharply and stared at each other. Violet turned and noticed the position they were in, and the expressions on their face. "Great," said Violet, "hold that position." She took a few shots.
Hamish and his Mum stared into each other's eyes. They hadn't meant to find themselves in this position, but Violet seemed to be offering them a means to avoid talking about the fact that Hamish's shaft was completely buried inside his mother, so they did as Violet asked and held their position. "Mum," said Violet, "lean forward and kiss Hamish. Hamish, why don't you put your hands on Mum's butt, please." Mum leaned forward and locked lips with her son. Hamish grabbed onto her butt with both hands. While they kissed, Mum gently bobbed up and down on top of him, while he thrust into her. "Mum, sit up a bit," said Violet. "Hamish, kiss her breasts a little." Mum leaned back, and Hamish followed her up, latching onto one breast, then the other. Kissing, sucking, licking. Mum moaned in pleasure. "All right," I might have enough for now," said Violet. She scooped up her clothes. "I'll let you know if I need you for another shoot." She walked out the door and shut it behind her.
Hamish and his mum looked at each other. Mum gently climbed off of him, and rolled onto her back next to him. "Sorry," she said. "That was my fault, I should've held myself up better. I probably traumatised you, having you do something like that with your gross old Mum."
Hamish turned on his side and looked at her. "You're not gross, Mum." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "You're gorgeous. It sounds like you might be a little frustrated, though."
She sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't be airing out my grievances with your father."
"Does he really not..." Hamish started to ask, then left the question half finished, hanging in the air.
Mum shrugged. "I shouldn't complain too much, he's always very tired after working late. I sometimes feel like he works later than he needs to, though."
"When was the last time he...?"
Mum sighed and shook her head. "I don't remember the last time."
Hamish leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Well, that doesn't seem fair."
"We don't need to do this any more, Violet's not taking photos."
"I thought you liked my kisses."
Mum swallowed, and nodded. "I do."
He smiled, leaned forward and kissed her again. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her chin, and then her neck. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He kissed her shoulder, then kissed down to her breasts and latched onto her right nipple. She grabbed onto his head while he kissed, sucked and licked. Then he moved on again, kissing down her rib cage, her hip, near her pubic mound, but bypassing the area and moving down her right leg. Mum realised she had been holding her breath, and exhaled as his lips passed by the 'danger zone'. He kissed her thigh, her knee, and down her calf, then sucked on each toe. She giggled. He raised an eyebrow. "Ticklish?"
She nodded. "A little." He nodded, and shifted to her other foot. Kissed up her calf again, the inside of her thigh, until he found himself between her legs again. This time he didn't pass by, but started gently licking her clit. "Holy shit," she said, and held him by the hair, firmly to her. He licked her clit, sucked on it, and gently pushed his tongue inside her, then licking her clit again, changing it up until a wave of pleasure ran through her. She shuddered again and again. He kissed his way up her torso, pausing to suck on her left breast this time, then locked lips with her, gently pushing his tongue past her lips until she met it with hers.
He brought his erection to her entrance and gently prodded. "Mother, may I?" he asked with a smile.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
She took a breath, and exhaled. "Fuck the shit out of me." He smiled and pushed into her once again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, he grabbed her under her shoulders, and starting pumping into her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. "Yes, yes, yes," she said. "Fuck me, Hamish. Fuck your Mum."
"Yes, Mum," he said. "Fuuuuuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"I want to be on top again," she said. He nodded, got off, and rolled onto his back, and she straddled him again. Once she was back safely inside her, she bounced up and down on him. He reached up and grabbed her generous breasts, then pulled her down towards him so he could suck on one, then the other.
"I'm almost there," he said.
She nodded. "Like this."
He swallowed. "Are you sure?"
She nodded again. "I want to feel it inside me."
Turns out that was exactly the trigger to push him over the edge; he erupted inside her. Still buried inside her, he held her to his chest, then kissed her again.
They were still lying like that, him buried inside her, his erection not gone all the way down, but not yet ready for another round, and the two of them still kissing, when Violet re-entered the room. She took in the scene before her, but didn't comment on it. Instead she said, "Just heard Dad's car in the driveway."
Hamish and Mum looked at each other. Mum quickly got off of him, and Hamish scooped up his clothes and followed Violet out the door while Mum ducked into her en suite to shower. Hamish and Violet could hear the key in the front door, so Violet dragged him into her bedroom and locked the door. She shook her head at him. "You two got a little carried away. Lucky one of us was alert."
He nodded. "Yeah, we owe you one."
She shrugged. "It's kind of even, you both did me a favour. But if you do want to pay me back a bit..." and she pushed him backwards onto her bed.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
She shrugged and climbed on top of him. "You two aren't the only ones who got worked up in there."