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Pictures of Mother … Part 5Friday morning I was the first one up so I brewed a pot of tea and took a cup up to Cindy. I knocked on her bedroom door. There was no answer, so I opened the door and found that her bed had not been slept in.I knocked on mum’s door and went in. They were asleep in bed together. There was mom’s white vibrator on the floor and a half smoked hand-rolled cigarette on the night stand. The room smelt of burnt rope. I turned around and went back to the kitchen.Fifteen minutes later they both came downstairs and mom started breakfast. I got the paper from the doorstep and started to read the comics. Cindy was chattering away non stop, she said she did not want any breakfast but ate everything mom put on the table.”Brilliant!” I exclaimed after a moment.”What is brilliant?” Mom asked.”Oh, nothing really, it’s just that the movie on BBC tonight is ‘Blue Murder at St Trinians’ and I love that movie.” I replied.”You love any movie with leggy girls.” she replied lightly slapping my hand and grinning at me as I buttered my toast. Then her expression changed.”Although….” she said looking at Cindy, “What are the chances we could find some school uniforms to fit us?”Cindy looked up from her 3rd fried egg and smiled broadly, “Dig it. I’m crazy cool with a sowing machine, man.””Far out and groovy, sweetie.” Mom replied laughing and with that it was decided, we were going shopping.’Marks and Sparks’ opened at 10 am and we were just about their only customers. After we declined the salesgirl’s offer of help, she went back to stocking shelves and left us alone to browse. Mom was dressed like a ‘mum’ in a knee length suit, tan stockings white garter-belt and pink silk knickers. I know because I am a gentleman and open the car-door for my mother when she gets in and out of a vehicle…. I look forward to a glimpse of heaven every time and I am seldom disappointed. I do love a good beaver shot….r Cindy was wearing a pink plastic mini skirt with her white boots. Her lipstick was thickly applied and matched her skirt’s color exactly. She chewed gum loudly and could have passed as my big sister. She was wearing black pantyhose with an annoyingly opaque gusset…. yes, I am a gentleman to all women, not just my mother!In the under-ware section a discussion broke out about what panties to get. Cindy picked up some pink knickers with little hearts and teddy bears on them. Mom thought the ‘St Trinians’ girls would be required to wear plain full cut dark cotton panties but they would be rebels and wear sexy stuff under their uniforms. It was decided to get both types as they could do a cute spanking movie about one of them getting punished for wearing non regulation knickers. (See …This is the sort of thing women talk about when men are not around!)The ‘girls’ then went to the school uniform area and picked out some outfits to try on.There was no staff or customers in that department, so I went with them into the changing rooms. Mom went into the cubicle on the left and Cindy the one on the right. They left the curtains open so they could see each others’ ensembles. There were full length large mirrors on all of the walls in each cubicle and from where I stood, I could see infinite copies of my mother or Cindy in various states of undress, repeating out to eternity. I promised myself to include more mirrors in my shots from now on. Unfortunately, on this rare occasion, I did not have my camera. I could have really used a camera when we went to the shoe department too. Mom is a sucker for shoes and is always looking for the highest heel she can walk in without looking like she will fall over. Cindy appeared to have a boot fetish and she was in heaven when she saw some black thigh-high plastic boots with five inch heels.The salesman came out of the backroom and smiled when he saw his new customers. He knew it was going to be a good day for him, even if they did not buy anything, the guy obviously had a leg/foot hang-up or he would not be working here. He was in for a real treat today.For the next 1/2 hour, he was ‘Johnny-on-the-spot’ with his shoe horn, as he scurried around trying to please two sexy ladies with their foot-ware fetishes. He never ceased to be in the right position to look up their skirts as he fawned over them and would often caress the foot a little before slipping a shoe or boot on it. He was a real ‘hands-on’ guy.Cindy had him help her zip up the boots she liked. He knelt in front of her and with his hand holding the top of the boot against her inner thigh, the zipped it up the inside of her leg. The boot was so tall his hand was almost under her mini skirt. He had to feel the heat of her pussy from there. He slowly, and I mean slowly zipped up each boot. She was thrilled when he told her they came in white, pink and red as well as black. She insisted of trying on each color and walking around in them. She knew the effect she was having on the salesman and seemed determined to give him a great leg show.Mom, on the other hand, played it cool as he helped her try on at least ten pairs of shoes, she pretended to be clueless as she offered up-skirt shot after up-skirt shot to him. I know he saw a lot of stocking-top, I don’t know if he got any panty peeks though. Eventually, she decided on three pairs of stilettos she liked and asked Cindy if she was going to get the boots?”Don’t have the ‘cabbage’ man. Shame they would be groovy for S and M.” she said sadly.The salesman overheard the comment and made sure to put his home phone number on the back of his card when he gave it to them later. They thought he was cute and he did get a call shortly there after. I had no idea what S and M was then but I was soon to find out… I digress.Mom said, “They do look good on you.”She looked at the price. “Do you have them in my size?” she asked the salesman.”What color?” He asked with a big grin and dashed into the backroom.He was soon back and slipping mom’s feet (after a quick squeeze of her nyloned toes) into the boots. They were so high he had to slip them up under the hem of her skirt. His hands followed the boots up her legs. She tutted loudly, then with a smile and a flourish, pulled up her skirt so he could she what he was doing. If he had not seen her panties before…they were in front of his face now!She stood in front of the mirror and admired her legs in the red boots still holding her skirt nice and high. She purchased those for herself and a black pair for Cindy who gave mom a big hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek. The bill was over two hundred pounds for everything. Mom paid cash! She was normally very tight with her money so I was more than a little surprised when I saw all that ‘cabbage’ appear from her purse.With the shopping done we went to the post office then back home. There was a ton of mail in the PO box and mom started to read it as she was preparing lunch. I helped Cindy set up the sowing machine and she went to work on the uniforms.Ten minutes later mom shouted from the kitchen. “Cindy….. What is bukkake?”The electric motor of the sewing machine stopped and Cindy walked into the kitchen with a big smile. “Why do you want to know?” she asked.”This German company is offering a small fortune for a 20 minute bukkake film. I could use that sort of money.” She replied, looking up from osmaniye escort the pork chops.”Well, could you use a load of cum splashing on your face? ’cause that’s what bukkake is all about. Dig?” Cindy chirped. “I would do it if there was enough lettuce in the deal. Although the most I’ve done at one time is three guys.” “No…no ..no..” Mom said laughing, “This is my lettuce. I don’t mind cum splashing my face.” I knew that to be true. :-)Cindy went on further and explained she would need a ‘fluffer’ to help her keep the cocks excited and she would need to find at least a dozen men to be in the movie with her.The smile left mom’s face. “I don’t know a dozen men and that sounds like an awful lot of cum.””It is… ‘Sides,” Cindy chimed, “If they are paying that sort of bread they will expect the best. There is an art to taking cum shots in the face, you have to be ready for anything from a little drop to a deluge and you have to make it look ‘hot’ -no matter what you get. That’s why they call it ‘the money-shot’.”Mom claimed she knew how to take a cum shot and had me get the pictures I took of our last session to prove it. Cindy looked them over critically. She said they were OK but not how she would have done it. She pointed out that when a top dollar porn actress takes a cum shot, she makes it look like she is expecting chocolate gold to come out of that cock. She begs the man to release his load in a hot torrent all over her face. She craves the taste of it and cannot get enough.”The dude who came on you in these pics has yummy looking cum, I would make a real meal of him. But some guys cum is like piss water and some is like curdled milk. You have to expect everything and look like you are enjoying every drop no matter what. Not as easy as it sounds, sister.” Said Cindy giving the pictures back to mom.So with those images set in our heads we sat down to lunch, I passed on the gravy it looked rather thick. Just then, the phone rang and mom went into the hall to answer it. She came back 2 minutes later saying she had to go to London and drop off the weeks production as the ship would not be back for a while due to some sort of maintenance. She told Cindy to do an hour or two lingerie shoot with me that afternoon and she was welcome to use anything in her closet or under-ware drawers. She had the sewing machine for any required alterations and she trusted she could leave her alone with her only son!I helped load the stuff in the car, we had had a busy week and there were four short films and over five hundred photo’s plus what we did with Cindy. Then after a quick beaver shot of her pink panties again, as she got in the car, she smacked my hand on told me to be a good boy, with emphasis on the ‘good’ and left me alone with Cindy….The first thing Cindy did when mom left was to go through her closet. Mom was not a swinger or a ‘dolly-bird’ so she only had a few micro minis she had made for our photo shoots, her normal day-to-day clothes were pretty conservative.Cindy spent the next hour and a half shortening all of mom’s skirts and dresses by 3 – 6 inches! I helped her pin the hems and it was a pleasure kneeling in front of her smooth legs with those juicy thighs. I could not wait to get started with our photo shoot.We decided on mom’s bedroom for the location and I made sure to involve mirrors. I even had her stand over a large mirror I put on the floor. It was heavenly, she had great legs and was fun to work with. She talked a lot about the porn industry most of the time as we worked and I learned about such things as ‘cream-pies’, double penetration, golden showers and things I did not think were physically possible but, she promised me, were. Cindy had great tits but they were different from mom’s. Mom’s nipples were a light shade of brown that were kind of oval and had little bumps on them. Cindy’s nipples were pink, perfectly round and smooth as glass. They photographed beautifully especially when aroused. Her breasts were as big as mom’s but more pointed – they were made to fit a ‘bullet’ bra, but she preferred to go bra-less most of the time. Which I’m sure was fine with every male she met.She had some poses mom did not know. I especially liked it when she laid on her back and put her legs in the air ‘riding a bicycle’. So many great angles to shoot with a woman in that position and with the wide rage of panties I had her modeling, I had a field-day with her. Before we knew it, three hours had past and we called it quits. I really enjoyed working with her, my cock did too. While I went to the dark room and developed the film, Cindy got dressed and went for a walk to the village to get some cigarette papers from the store. Mom came home before Cindy got back and plopped down on the sofa looking exhausted. “Be a dear” she said, “and give me one of your ‘fab’ foot-rubs…I’ve had a tough day in these shoes!”I loved to touch her feet… especially when she was wearing nylons. I had learned to rub her feet as a nipper. She would lay on the sofa after a hard day working in the camera store and insist I massage her aching feet. I used to try to get out of doing it. Can you believe that? I learned quickly how to relax her enough that she soon dozed off.Now that I am older I take real pleasure in pleasing her this way. She lay on the sofa with her arm covering her eyes. I took her left high-heel pump off. She had been wearing the same tan fully fashioned stockings with reinforced toe and heel all day. I inhaled the aroma of her foot and shoe.Then with my thumbs on the sole, I gripped her foot and worked my magic. Feeling that silky nylon and looking up the hem of her skirt was enough to give me a stiff erection again. Just touching nylon has that effect, especially when it’s on mom’s shapely legs. She was groaning loudly at first but soon relaxed and gave just an occasional low moan.I moved from the foot to the toes, separating them through the nylon and giving each one some love. When I started on her ankle and heel, I lifted her leg off the couch as I manipulated it. I could now see all the way up her dress and could enjoy looking at the top of her stockings and her pink panties to the fullest. As usual the view was spectacular. I especially liked the little, dark crease in her panties where they hugged those sweet pussy lips.After a few minutes, she kicked off her other shoe indicating her left foot was jealous. So I switched to that one. As I worked those gossamer piggies mom’s other foot came up against my trousers….. She felt my erection and rubbed it with her toes.”You men…” She chuckled. “You are so easy to arouse, just like those sailors on the ship today. There was always at least two following me whenever I had to climb a ladder to the next deck… and you know how steep they are on those boats. I bet they could see what I had for breakfast!” She joked.”But you.” She went on, “How many times have you seen my knickers and you’re still sneaking peeks even now! Doesn’t it get old?”I replied enthusiastically. “Mom your legs are the best! I could live to be a hundred and never tire of looking at them.””What about my tits?” She sulked. “I thought they were my best feature.””Oooh, don’t get me started on your tits…they are the mounts where the gods reside.. Why Zeus himself…””You are escort osmaniye sick.. you know that.” She interrupted, looking down at me. “…But you can look up my skirt as long as you keep doing that with your hands .”Just then, Cindy came in from her walk to the village. She fixed herself a glass of wine then sat down and rolled one of her funny cigarettes. Mom had stopped rubbing my cock and closed her eyes.”That was a longer walk than I expected.” She said looking on enviously as I rubbed mom’s foot.”Me next.” She begged. “I will make it worth your while.” She winked at me opening her mouth and simulating giving a blow job..Mom was soon fast asleep so I moved over to where Cindy was sitting. She was dressed in suede moccasin-type boots, flesh colored pantyhose, and a brown suede mini skirt with matching top. There were fringes around the skirt and sleeves and lots of bead work. If she had a headband on she would have looked like a sexy Red-Indian squaw.I pulled up an ottoman and put her feet on it while I took her boots off. I then began to work my magic on her. Her toes were perfectly manicured like mom’s. She was smoking her stinky cigarette, drinking her wine and watched me.She soon melted under my touch and said, “Oooh that is fab! You have a real gift dude.”As I worked on her foot I asked how she became a porn actress? She replied, “Make luv not war baby. Fucking is fab F.A.B. Can you dig it?”She inhaled smoke from her cigarette and held it in her lungs for a long time. When she finally exhaled she continued. ” You give someone a fuck and you have made their day. You get fucked and your day is groovy too… ‘Course the bread helps, but that’s just the icing in the cake. I like to fuck… People don’t fuck enough…” She laid her head back and for once she was silent. I took the opportunity to separate her legs enough to expose her womanhood. Her pantyhose was flesh colored and the crotch was totally transparent, unlike this morning. The view was wonderful and her tight pussy lips were clearly visible to me as I worshiped her.She soon drifted off to lala land. She had worked pretty hard all afternoon and it was a long walk to the store. I stood up and looked at the two sleeping women. It was time for the movie ‘Blue Murder at St Trinians’ on the TV. I watched the show while stroking two lovely sets of sexy nylon-ed clad legs, not a bad way to spend a Friday night. When the movie was over I went to bed and left the ladies asleep downstairs. I was gently woken later, in the pitch darkness, by Cindy giving me that promised blow job under the my bed sheets. I was more than half asleep but I remember it was expertly done and she expertly drained me of all my spunk. When I woke I thought it might have been a dream, but there was the lipstick on my dick as proof, however it was not the pink shade Cindy was wearing, it was the deep red of my mother’s!————————————————————————–Saturday morning, mom and Cindy finished making their outfits and I set up the studio for a schoolroom shoot. Above one of the walls of the studio there are large rolls of colored paper, hanging from the rafter which I can pull down for a different background color.With some paint I can quickly draw on the paper – a sandy beach with umbrella and a few seagulls, for example – Hey presto! You are at the seaside! The illusion can be easily created for any scenario and let’s face it, no one cares, they just want to see the pussy anyway. We did not have great production values back then, although I was not a bad artist, if I do say so myself.Getting locations to shoot was not always easy. You go to your local Vicar and ask him if you can film your mother, dressed as a nun, fucking a candle on his alter and see how ‘huffy’ he gets. So we had to be imaginative and inventive.We had a real desk and some wooden chairs. I painted the outline of a blackboard with some sums on it and a globe on a table. Et Voila! We have a classroom. The premise of the first photo shoot was to to have the ‘Head-Girl’ discover other girl was wearing non regulation panties and a spanking with hand and cane would follow. This would be for the UK market so no pussy would be shown.The ladies had done a great job with the costumes and their make up was spot on. Mom looked the spitting image of one of the actresses in the movie. She was the “Head Girl” (pun intended) who catches a student, Cindy, wearing sexy knickers.I loved doing magazine story shoots as I could really take my time and compose each shot. Not only was the lighting very important, but the poses had to be hot and the ladies had to show the correct facial expressions. It was not like the other shoot where they went at it and I quickly captured what looked good. These pics had to be carefully staged.I soon learned it was twice as hard with two women to control. They were great and very patient with me but as soon as I got mom the way I wanted her with the expression I needed, Cindy’s leg would get pins-and-needles or just as I got Cindy correct, mom would sneeze and have to get a tissue. It was a long morning is my point. What should have been a 1 hour shoot took 2 hours to complete.After lunch we were to shoot the European version of the same scenario. Less cheesecake more emphasis on pussy and sexual deviancy. But when mom and Cindy finally came back to the studio after redoing their make-up they smelled of burnt rope and their eyes were bloodshot. When I pointed that out, they both giggled and Cindy pulled out some eye-drops from her purse. I had a feeling this afternoon was going to be fun.Mom and Cindy were great and could hold a pose for a long time. They also were fun to work with as i said, but getting them to stop playing around could be an issue sometimes – one time for example: Mom is bending Cindy over her knees and she has two fingers deep in her pussy when I had to stop and reload the film. They were supposed to stay still but…. Mom starts wiggling her fingers making sloppy wet sounds. Cindy, laughingly, tells her to stop it. This only makes her do it more and they end up rolling on the floor whilst trying to tickle and finger each other. Professionals my ass! But certainly fun to work with.I learned from Cindy that porno mags like their pussies dry in each photo. Who knew? Lots of juice is a no-no for some reason. Now that was a problem for mom. Her pussy woke up wet and stayed that way all day… It seemed. As a result I now had to have a soft towel available to dry wet womens’ holes with before I snapped the picture, the things I do for art! I’ll be honest… when we started doing our own publishing I left the pussies wet, I liked realism.After the spanking, which did include pussy (lovingly dabbed dry by your’s truly). Mom rubs cream on Cindy’s red butt to sooth her …..and full on lesbian sex ensues. The picture I remember best, was when I had Cindy opened mom’s pussy wide with two fingers, while she was laid on the desk. There was that little black cave again, only now I had time to light it better.There it was in all its glory surrounded by sweet, sweet pinkness…. Mom’s cervix. Mind you, I didn’t know what it was called then but I knew I liked the look of it. Mom’s was smooth as glass and pink as you like. I got the inside as osmaniye escort bayan dry as I could but the little hole in the middle was leaking a little fluid that I dearly wanted to taste. I took close ups with my macro lens instead. So, after much fingering and pussy licking the shoot ends with them putting on each others knickers. A good afternoons work I think…how do you Americans say it…”Miller Time..” I believe.When I came down from the darkroom there was a note on the table. “Dinner is in the oven – went to the pub – don’t wait up – Kisses.” Miller time for them ..not me apparently.I was starting to feel neglected as I pulled out my secret stash of mommy pics and had a long leisurely wank in bed.————————————————————————-Sunday I woke and fixed myself an omelette. Mom came down with Cindy and I offered to make them breakfast too.Mom said “No I better not ’cause in an hour or two she was going to have…” She looked at Cindy and they jumped up and down excitedly holding hands and screamed together. “Bukkake!!” They were really please with themselves.It seems they met a cricket team from a village 30 miles away. They had come down by coach to play the local team, have a piss up in the local pub and spend the night away from their wives.Although they had lost the match against our team, they had run into mom and Cindy in the pub and were showing off in front of them. They acted all big and mouthy away from home and flirted all evening with the girls. But none of them was man enough to try to close the deal. When it was time to leave mom walked up to the team captain and invited him to bring the team over and prove their manhood tomorrow morning. She would give them an opportunity to be in a bukakke movie with her and Cindy. If they promised to be discrete, she would make sure none of their faces would appear in the film. They would all have to sign a standard model release form and ‘no’ they would not be paid.They were supposed to leave the hotel at 10 am and be back home by noon. Since there were eleven men on the team, mom had no problem including the driver for an even dozen. Now they could say they were late because the bus had broken down. It was all falling together and looked to be a memorable Sunday for a lot of people.Cindy suggested I see if I can find Woody to be in the movie too. “The more the merrier.” she said.Mom agreed and I ran out to find him. I followed to sound of a tractor and flagged him down. He was on his way back to the farm house. When I told him we wanted him to do another movie this morning. He hesitated and said he had to go to church…. Then he asked if it would be alright if his dad came too. Cindy said the more the merrier so I said OK.Then he said, “What about Granddad? He’s older than dirt but he still makes them sheep nervous when hes around.”I said OK why the hell not?When I got home mom and Cindy were getting ready. Cindy had given mom a strong gin and tonic to drink as she did her make-up. It was early to be drinking, especially on an empty stomach, but I could tell mom was nervous. Cindy was giving her tips like a trainer talking to a boxer between rounds. The were both still very excited and decided to wear their ‘St Trinians’ outfits complete with black stockings, but with no panties!The coach pulled into the driveway just after 10 am. I ushered the men into the studio, they were wearing their cricket whites for this team event, except for the bus driver of course. They bought several cases of beer with them and were already singing raunchy rugby songs. I got my cameras set up and declined their offers to join them in a drink. They all signed the releases.They stopped singing when mom and Cindy walked in. Their mouth’s positively dropped open, reminding me of the cartoons when the wolf sees the foxy lady; his jaw hits the floor; his eyes pop out of his head and steam comes out of his ears and don’t forget the heart pumping through the shirt…. they looked like that.Cindy had a cane she was smacking it against her hand with loud wacks.”Listen up! ” She shouted. For some reason she had a German accent as she gave the men instructions to line up against the wall. She walk up and down warning them that if anyone did not have a hard dick when she instructed them to have a hard dick… they would be punished.One smart-ass started to say something and she jumped on him like a drill sergeant on a parade-ground. The men were snickering but promised to follow ‘deez orders’.I was filming this taking care to not include the men’s faces. Mom put on a Beatles album and started to dance in front of the line of men. She was a little unsteady on her feet but did a pretty sexy version of the ‘Shake’ then went onto the ‘twist’ showing off her great legs even more in that short skirt. I concentrated on her dancing and occasionally panned down the line off men as Cindy flicked her cane at any man who tried to rub their cock before she said.Mom soon got down on the floor and opened her legs wide. The men could now see her bare pussy and it was open for business!”Drop zee pants!” commanded Cindy, ” Quickly let me see your Cocks! And zey had better be hard dumpkoffs!”I filmed the long line of phalluses’s….. phallusi ? The were all different; big ones; small ones; bent ones; fat ones and one that could win prizes at any county fair. Mom proceeded to masturbate in front of the men and encourage them to wank.Cindy was walking up and down the line stroking cocks and making sure they were hard, one way or another. Then she pointed her cane at the guy with the smallest dick and told him to get out of line go cum on mom’s face.I went over and filmed mom on her knees, wanking his cock with her finger and thumb. She poked out her tongue every now and then to lick the little head. His cum was clear and runny, rolling quickly off of her cheek and onto her school uniform.Cindy sent the men over two at a time after that, with instruction for them to cum at the same time. Only a few pairs managed that tricky feat but many of the cum shots were spectacular never-the-less.Mom threw herself and her face at each stream of hot cum with cheerful enthusiasm.Cindy had saved the biggest guy for last. I felt sorry for mom. She was soaked with cum. Her face, eyes and hair were streaked with heavy white blasts, as were her clothes. She must have swallowed a gallon of it but she was still gamely craving more.She forced her eyes open to look at the last cock and opened her mouth wide to receive his load. I could not believe how far back he was standing as he beat his big meat. The stream of spunk that sprung from his cock must have been four feet long! It splooged over her head down her face and the full length of her body to the floor. His second spurt landed with a splash between her tits and mingled with the puddle already there.Cindy dropped her cane for the first time that morning and grabbed moms face to lick it. She licked from the chin to the cheek and herded the cum into mom’s open mouth. I got close with the camera and filmed my mother drinking every drop Cindy fed her. Movie magic!Fade to black….The captain of the team left his home phone number with Cindy and said to be sure to call if they were ever needed again. Mom took a bath and I was processing the film when the door bell rang.It was Woody with his Father and his Father’s Father…. They had been to church before they dropped by! Cindy told me to bring my camera to the studio. She was in the mood for a three way and it was her turn to have fun!
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