Camera Pt.3

John stepped proudly out of the shower. There was no one to witness his boldest moment with his mother, which had happened mere moments ago, yet still had his face planted with a wonderful smile of achievement. The steam still thick, he reached out blindly towards the towel rail and grabbed one. After quickly dabbing himself off he proceeded through to the hallway totally naked, noticing his mother’s door firmly shut. He knocked twice.

“Mom?” He called, silence ringing in his ears. “Mom?” Again, nothing. Peering down the join in the woodwork he saw the lock bolted across. John strolled to his room and retired to bed with a profound sense of victory.

The next morning John awoke early. It was another scorching day outside, the leaves on the trees had even begun to brown. Giving a long stretch, he moved off his bed to his computer which had been whirring away through the night. Once again there were dozens of new messages, all of the complimenting his mother’s photogenic body, and some suggesting what they were keen to do to her given half a chance. John had a contemplative look on his face as he reviewed his outrageous images of her. Once again he found his flaccid cock twitching into life as his eyes groped her flesh. He stared for a few minutes, ideas swimming around his putrid mind. Shaking his head, he stood trying to gather his thoughts and exited the room.

A little while later John heard keys rattle in the door and his mother entered wearing her business suit. John had pre-empted this and held his camera as he placed it on a new-found tripod from the attic. She saw the lens aiming at her and swallowed a lump in her throat.

“Stay there.” He instructed. John moved towards here, taking the file she held against her chest and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her shirt under the blazer, making sure the tops of the cups of her bra could be seen. John commanded her how to stand; fingers running down the lining of the shirt, flashing the tops of her underwear from her skirt, pushing her breasts together to get some amazing cleavage shots. Kate called her son names at first while she submitted physically. John ignored it while he captured the teasing images. He approached her and removed her blazer and pencil skirt, leaving her heels on. He loved seeing those slender legs again, so smooth like she was wrapped in silk. He continued clicking, telling her to turn around and bend over so he could snap the crotch of her panties, and that ass only just covered by the bottom of the shirt.. Kate continued tormenting him with names like ‘freak’ and ‘pervert’.

“How did it taste?” John finally uttered. Kate looked right through him, cold horror replacing anger.

“How was it, going down your throat?” He continued, “I bet you fucking loved it, you slut, gulping down my spunk.” Kate turned her head away and pushed it against the door. John kept clicking away.

“I wonder if you can still taste it.” He tortured her more, “All my sperm dancing around on your tongue. I bet you’ve tasted loads.”

“Be quiet.” Sobbed Kate, still refusing to face him.

“And to think all my jizz still in your belly. It’s all still inside you. How does that make you feel, you whore?” John approached her again and pulled off her shirt, leaving her exposed in just black underwear. Kate was now quietly obeying as more pictures were taken. John told her to remove her panties and face the door. She did so without a thought, tossing her underwear away with her heel and arching her back as she put her hands and elbows against the door. It was like she knew how to look how John wanted her to look, and did it more freely than before. John’s mouth watered, pining over her round buttocks sticking out uncovered in the air, pertly presented by the length of her heel. More pictures were taken, making sure he included the subtle outline of her labia hidden between her cheeks as she bent.

“This is good.” He informed her. “Now look over your shoulder at the camera.” She did so, her hair playfully falling over her shoulder. John undid her bra strap and tossed the garment away. Upon taking the next photo he stopped with a loss of breath. It was truly an amazing photo. Kate’s hair slid and meandered like a silk river down her bare back, and her eyes had dropped for just a second creating a seductive shadow over them, only to frame her piercing blue eyes, the curves of her body perfectly complimented by the light. John looked at this one for a while, zoning out of the room.

“Can I get dressed now?” Kate asked, after what seemed to her an eternity. John nodded, still not totally with it. Kate collected her crumpled clothes from the floor and walked pasted her son entirely nude toward the stairs, not forgetting to call him bastard and a freak as she passed. Only after he had packed away the tripod did John realise he had not taken a single nude frontal shot of his mother, he had been so taken in by the allure of her seductive eyes and shapely curves.

Later that evening John invited Kate into his room. At first she wasn’t interested, but the regular threat of exposure was enough to have her there. She entered and sat on his bed. John loaded his computer. Kate had a calm demeanour about her as she sat on the edge of John’s bed, glaring at his computer screen. The web page he was about to show her took an age to load, graphics and texts slowly popping up like puzzle pieces. Kate eventually realised it was some sort of message forum. She saw dozens of threads all with women’s names in the title, and advertisements for sex sites with naked ladies on them. John scrolled down the page. Kate was amazed how many threads there were, now understanding each one must be full of exposing photos of these girls. John clicked on a title with the name “Lisa Ann” and waited for it to load. Turning to look at his mother’s face as images poured on to the screen. Kate’s lips parted slightly as she witnessed this unknown woman in her late 30s wearing just a blue bikini. She teased and flirted with the camera, letting her huge tits and gorgeous ass fall out of the garment. She pushed her ass out and made her tits look like there would explode from the bra. By the time she was naked she was on all fours fluttering her eyelashes at the lens and spreading her legs while touching herself down there. John turned back to the computer and went to the next thread. This was titled “Veronica Zemanova and pink toy”. Kate instantly noticed this girl’s amazing body as the very first photo had her naked. She had thick dark hair and smoothest skin she had ever seen. Her large breasts were clearly surgical but they looked delicious. Veronica lay on a big red sofa with her knees bent up. She placed a pink dildo between her tits and in some photos gently sucked it.

“So… you see me as one of these girls?” Kate asked. John did not acknowledge her. He kept scrolling down the pages and finally clicked on a thread titled ‘Kate Andrews – Garden Cool Down’. As the page slowly loaded Kate felt herself break into a cold sweat, knowing what was coming.

“Oh John…” She stuttered. The first few images flashed up. Kate recognised herself in the polka dot bikini, posing near the rose bush of her garden. She noticed the side scroll bar of the webpage growing longer and longer as the dozens of pictures loaded. Swallowing a lump in her throat she repeated John’s name. John moved down the webpage full of pictures of his posing mother. Kate watched as the images became more and more exposing of her body. She saw her breasts exposed, and her barely covered ass as she pushed it out and bent over. The images near the bottom were the most haunting for her. She lay spread eagle on the lounger with her hand firmly rubbing her pussy. A shudder and chill struck her spine, remembering the orgasm she’d felt that day.

“I can’t believe you.” She said to him, not expecting an answer. John licked his lips as he took in his handiwork, aware of the bulge growing in his pants. He scrolled down to the comments which had been left by the forum’s users and allowed Kate to read them. Her eyes scanned horizontally across the screen reading each perverted line. Kate could almost feel the hands of these anonymous guys all over her body.

“So you’ve whored these pictures out to the internet now?” She asked.

“No.” John quickly replied, “This site is free. I didn’t charge anything for the guys on here to see you.” Kate gave a little frown before returning to read what these men had said about her. She read further down the page suddenly realising she did not feel as uncomfortable as she thought she should do. In fact she was actually starting to feel flattered at some of the compliment about her body, even as crude as they were. Kate imaged the eyes of hundreds of young men, social outcasts, groping her curves. She moved further over the edge of the bed, leaning as close as possible to the screen while still sitting on the bed. She got on to reading messages of what these men would like to do to her.

John watched his mother, fixated on the screen. He watched her mouths part slightly to take air, and her tongue protrude and slide across her bottom lip. He began to say her name but Kate was zoned out. She stared intently at the messages about what these men would do to her given the chance, every sordid thing in their minds.

“Did you upload any more photos?” She inquired.

“Yeah” John replied, exiting the thread and loading another. This was of Kate in the kitchen in the apron. Scrolling down again Kate witnessed her supple curves barely covered by the apron. She actually acknowledged how good she looked. She did not look at all out of place or unworthy next to the other naked women on this site. The pictures further down the page showed off her ass and slender back more, until the ones at the bottom had her covered in the cake mix, bent over ready for a fucking. Kate had never realised just how good she looked, and further depraved comments from the forum users enforced her new sense of self esteem.

“How many sets of me are there on here?” She voiced.

“Loads.” John stated bluntly.

“Have you uploaded the ones you took today, in the hall?” Kate asked quietly.

“No.” John turned to look at his mother. She stared back. He knew what she was thinking, and he knew he had her even more submissive than before. Turning back to the computer, he began uploading the new photos. They both watched the status bar as it filled, and the thread appeared on the forum which John had named “Sultry Secretary”. Minutes passed. Kate sat playing with a ring on her finger while looking at the newly made thread. John noted she no longer protested. He stood up and rubbed his chin, then went to his shelf and picked up his camera. Kate watched him remove the lens cap and fiddle with some of the buttons. John soon raised the camera to his eye-line and took a picture of his mother. She wore a loose grey t-shirt and jogging bottoms. Without moving her body, she looked longingly into the lens, still on the edge of the bed.