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Over the last few months, Mark, a 19 year old college student and a player in the college baseball team, had become more and more excited by how he had become attracted to his sexy, shapely Mom, D.

It had all started when a few of his baseball team-mates had started discussing his Mom during week-end games at the Diamond. (D often attended the games and it was on these occasions that the guys were able to admire and lust over the hot mother strolling around the pitch). They said she was an attractive woman, shapely and sexy and had even gone into more detail about what they would like to do to the gorgeous MILF.

Mark had initially been a bit embarrassed during these discussions, but certain things had happened during the intervening time to sway Mark into thinking that, 'Yes, his Mom really was a sexy, hot woman', and it had turned his mind to more devious and taboo thoughts.

The guys had spoken about pictures of his Mom and, somehow, they had managed to email to Mark a set of pictures of the glorious blonde wife and mother. He was astounded but excited when he opened the mail and then spent nearly every waking hour drooling over the hot pictures.

He couldn't believe his eyes. The pictures were of his Mom in secluded woods, slowing easing her clothes off for more and more revealing and erotic photographs, until the final few showed her naked body being fucked by one of the young men. Jesus, Mark had actually seen his Mom being fucked by one of his baseball buddies. It had set Mark's male hormones racing even faster! These were hot pictures, and his Mom indeed was a stunning woman, but even more wonderful evidence was to come Mark's way a few weeks later.

Mark had always seen his Mom in baggy shorts and jumpers as she worked around the home, but on this particular sunny afternoon, and at the instigation of his friends, Tommy and Ted, amongst others, Mark was taken to a farm out in the wilds of the countryside. Going into a huge barn on the farm, Mark was told to go and hide high up in the bales of hay at the top of the barn. There, he was able to just watch in silence, completely hidden from view amongst the hay.

A short while later, to Mark's astonishment again, Tommy and Ted entered the barn with D, Mark's Mom. Gradually, throughout the next hour or two, D was used in the most sexually exciting way, culminating in the most shattering orgasm for the mature wife. Mark had seen it all, and he also saw that the entire episode had been videoed by one of the guys.

This had made up Mark's mind. He wanted more of his Mom. His Mom was now the object of his wild desires and now was the time to start to try and get 'closer' to her! And why not?

D was certainly a desirable woman. She was in her late 30s, with a pretty face and blonde hair that came down to just below her neck. She only stood at 5' tall, but she packed a hell of a body. Her breasts were stunning DD's, she worked hard at the gym to get a flat stomach and tight ass, and her legs were shapely and tempting, especially when she wore fuck-me high heel shoes to accentuate her wonderful figure.

So Mark now knew that there was a set of photographs of his Mom which were really mind-blowing, and he had actually been present at a later date when his Mom was the subject of a sexy, erotic video taken in a secluded barn where the guys had just teased and used the magnificent body for their pleasures.

Although D had no idea that Mark knew anything about her extra-marital activities with his fellow baseball players, he had managed to get his Mom into conversation about the way she dressed and her minimal social life. He had managed to twist the conversation around until D was almost forced to agree to go out on a date with her son, wearing an outfit that he would choose for her.

Although D was hesitant about the arrangement, she had agreed in principle but only on an occasion when D's husband (Mark's father) was away from home working. This was going to happen the following day when the father would be away for 3 nights with his job. Mark pressed further.

'In the morning, Mom, you will tell me which night you want it to be, and then we'll find something hot for you to wear.'

'I'm...I'm not too sure, baby, about...' but Mark pressed home the advantage.

'You promised, Mom, because we talked it over and you agreed, didn't you? We are going on a date, Mom, so there's no going back,' and he went off to his room to drool over the pictures once more. D was suddenly as nervous as hell, and really couldn't sleep that night as she knew in the morning her husband was leaving for at least 3 to 4 days and that she would have to make a decision. Oh God!!

At breakfast the following morning, D sat with her son and husband enjoying toast and coffee, and then Mark's father finally left for work, saying that he would be back in 4 days' time. This was the moment that Mark had been waiting for...and D had been dreading!

'Are you really sure that we should go on this so called date, baby? I mean, we don't have to go out, do we? I'm quite happy to stay at home and cook you something special and then we can watch a movie or...,' but she trailed off as she could see Mark's face.

'No way, Mom. I told you that when dad went away to work, we'd go out together and you would wear something special. You hardly ever go out and you almost never really wear anything that shows off that gorgeous figure that you have. You promised, Mom...dad is away now so there is no reason not to have an evening out...so is it tonight, Mom?' D almost gave up the fight.

'Well, if you're still insisting, then we might as well do it tonight and get it over with...but I'm nervous about wearing something sexy. Do I have to?'

'Yes you do, Mom. All I ever see you in is jumpers and baggy shorts and I know there is a hot body in there that never sees the light of day. I'm proud to have a shapely Mom and I really do want to see you wearing...,' but D cut him off.

'We'll have to go out of town then, somewhere where nobody will recognise me or know who I am...that's a definite stipulation, Mark. OK?'

'Ok Mom...but real sexy! We can drive over to that Pizza Bar which is at least 15 miles out of town, in the countryside. There you can relax and just enjoy yourself for once. So, do it, Mom...I'm off to college and I'll be back about 5. You can decide what to wear and we'll leave about 6 o'clock.

'What should I wear, then, baby? You seem to know what I should wear!'

'When I get home, I'll see what you're wearing...but if it's not hot enough, then I'll tell you and you'll have to put on something different, won't you? After all, you're out on a date and you have to look really seductive for your date, don't you?' and he gave D a kiss on the cheek and went off out of the door.

D was shaking about her son's requests but didn't have time to worry now as she had to get off to her own part-time job. When she came home at lunch-time, she would decide what she was going to wear that evening.

When Mark got home at 5, he could hear his Mom in the shower. He changed himself and then waited in the lounge, but it was at least another 40 minutes before he heard D coming along the passageway.

Mark surveyed his Mom as she stood before him in the lounge. He liked a lot of what he saw, but he wanted to push the envelope some more. He really wanted his Mom looking hot...and if he didn't stamp his authority on her behaviour now, it might spoil the whole exercise in how he was going to handle his Mom in the weeks and months to come.

'The blouse is great, Mom...really sexy.' It was a tight black, button down number with buttons all down the front. It showed off her magnificent breasts which pushed hard against the tight material, and were obviously pushed up by an uplift bra...yes, her tits looked magnificent! Her hair looked great and D had put on some subtle make-up around her sexy eyes. It was the skirt and shoes that Mark was frustrated about.

'But Mom...I promised to drive out of town where nobody knows you...so I need to see more of your legs and some higher shoes. You look fantastic in really high heels with a sexy, short skirt...they make you look...'

'God, Mark, I'm nearly 40 years old and...'

'And still a hot, sexy woman...you're doing it for me, Mom. Now, go and put on something that makes you feel sexy and makes me feel so proud to take you out on a date.' And then he was a little more forceful. 'Do it, Mom...do as I say, because you have an awesome figure and your legs are to die for...I want to see them, Mom, so go and change...otherwise we're going to be late.'

D dropped her eyes to the floor but knew that her son would not take 'No' for an answer. Slowly, she went back out of the room and made her way up the stairs.

It was still another 10 minutes before D reappeared, but Mark thought it was worth it, as he had never seen these items of clothing previously. The skirt was a white mini, tight round his Mom's sexy ass and at least 5 inches above her knees, and the shoes were 5inch platform stilettos that pushed D's height up to at least 5'6''.

'I've never worn these clothes outside of the house before, Mark, so you'd better be satisfied. I feel so cheap so you make sure that we go straight out into the country where no-one knows me. God, boy, the things I do for you.'

Mark thought, 'dressing up is the least of your worries by the time I've finished with you, Mom!!'

Mark drove the family car as they set off and he had a job not to keep sneaking glimpses of his Mom's body. The white mini skirt had ridden right up her delectable thighs when she had got into her seat, and the black shirt was so tight that her breasts in the uplift bra stood out like a protruding platform on a city building. She looked Hot!!

Mark's cock was already stirring at the sight of his Mom next to him, but he knew he had to stay in charge if all his dreams and intentions were to come to fruition.

'You look great, Mom,' he said, trying to make his Mom feel less nervous.

'I don't feel great, Mark...I feel like a tart who is trying to impress all the guys. I should have worn something more sensible, especially for a date with my son.'

'Awww, Mom. Don't worry. You have a body that younger women would die for, and you are so fit and every inch is so tight and firm that I'm really proud that I'm out with you looking so attractive and hot.'

'How do you know what other people think of me, then Mark? How do you know that they think I'm firm and sexy? Have other people been talking to you?' Her mind went to Mark's buddies in the baseball team, especially Tommy and Ted and the others. Had they been talking, had she been discussed at the baseball games? Had anything else been said...what did her son know of her escapades? Oh God!

'Well, the guys on the team always love it when you come to the games, Mom. They can't stop ogling you when you walk round the diamond...you must know that, and you must see them admiring your hot body during the game.'

'Yes, but do they comment, Mark? Do they say things about me?'

'Of course they do, Mom. They love seeing you...it makes their day. How many more times do I have to tell you that you're an attractive woman...more than that, they think you're really hot with a fabulous figure and...and...do I have to go on, Mom?

'Yes, yes, you do, Mark.'

'You really want to know what the guys are talking about when they see you at the games?'

'Of course I do, Mark...I'm interested...and embarrassed!'

'Mom, it's what young guys always say when a hot woman is close by. Young men always have fantasies about older women, don't they, Mom?

'Do they? Why do you think that is, then?'

'I don't know, Mom. Perhaps they see a married woman who is experienced but still has a sexy, hot body just like a teenager. A firm, hot body with an experienced mind probably means that she might really give you a good time when...!!'

'When what, Mark?'

'Well...she would know what a young guy wants, what would excite him, and she would know just what to do and how to enjoy an experience with a younger man. That would excite the young guy, rather than a teenage girl who doesn't really know what she is doing!!'

'Is that what the guys say, Mark. Is that what they're talking about when they see me at the games? People like Ted and Tommy?'

'Yes Mom. Tommy really has the hots about the way you look and how sexy you are. He...he...'

'Don't stop, Mark. Tell me what he really says.' The car was out of town now and they were driving along a quiet country road towards their destination. How was Mark going to word his sentences to get out of this difficult spot?

'Tommy thinks you have a great figure, Mom...and come to that, so do I. He says your ass is really a knock-out, and your breasts are something else. You can't get away from it, Mom, your figure really turns the guys on and...and...!!'

'And what else, Mark...what else do they say about my figure?'

'You really want to know, Mom?'

'Yes. Yes, I do, baby.'

'Well, Mom, I'll tell you what they say, but only if you undo the top two buttons on your blouse and pull your skirt up a bit more. That's a deal, Mom, isn't it?'

'You cheeky young Devil, Mark,' laughed D. 'That's blackmail, you know.'

'I know...but do you really want to know what Tommy says?'

D, who was obviously a little excited herself now with how the conversation was going, gave her son a knowing look and then her fingers went to the buttons on the shirt. She undid the top two buttons and the material eased open to give a view of some of the wonderful cleavage fighting to get out of the uplift bra.

Mark was trying to watch as he was driving and then he saw his Mom's fingers slide to the hem of her tight skirt.

'I'm not sure I should be doing this, son.'

'You want to know what the guys say? Just a few inches, Mom, until we get to the Pizza House.'

D began to move the hem of the tight skirt up her delicious thighs and held it in position. Mark took a quick glance and it was stunning. He already had a hard cock and this was making it worse.

'See Mom, you really are hot, with a great figure and you shouldn't hide it...you should be really proud. Tommy says he would love to play with your body, Mom. He says he'd love to run his hands all over your sexy body and caress it.'

D had begun to get a little more excited now, even though she was well aware that Tommy had done just that more than once. It was hearing the words from her son that was something very different for her.

'What else, Mark? Is that all Tommy says?'

'Some more, Mom. Pull it up some more!' D inched the skirt up another two or three inches, knowing full well that her son could see nearly the whole length of her sexy thighs now. Although she was slightly embarrassed at carrying out these requests from her son, it thrilled her to know that she could still turn young men on, her son included.

'Come on, Mark...what else does he say?'

'He said he'd like to fuck you, Mom,' and Mark gauged the reaction and one of his hands moved across to caress his Mom's thighs.

'Mark, what are you doing? You can't use language like that in front of your mother. Oh my God!' But she didn't push Mark's hand away.

Mark carried on driving but held firmly onto his Mom's legs, caressing them and sliding up and down. There was an awkward silence but Mark was determined to stay in control as they neared the Pizza House where they would eat.

'Right, Mom. We're almost here and I want you to stay just as you are. Don't do the buttons up, and when you're seated in the restaurant, I want you to slide your skirt up again...nobody you know will be here, so I want you to do it. OK?...and I know you want to hear more of what the guys say, don't you?'

There was just a quiet, embarrassed 'umm' from D as the car pulled into the car park. The couple walked over to the door and were soon seated at a table by the window. Mark stayed standing until his mom was seated...she had obeyed and left the buttons on her blouse undone...but Mark wanted to see her move the skirt back up her legs.

He held her chair out while D sat down, and then he began to slide it in towards the table...but then stopped.

'The skirt, Mom. I want to see the skirt back up your legs again.'

'Jesus, Mark...you are the limit! There are lots of people eating in here...what are they going to think?'

'They will think I'm one hell of a lucky guy...and you are one hell of a sexy woman. Do it, Mom.' He even bent over his Mom and took the opportunity to look down her blouse to see the stupendous breasts bulging out from the tiny bra. Then D obeyed like a young c***d and moved her hem tantalisingly up her thighs so that most of her bare thighs were on view, even though Mark then eased her chair back towards the table.

It was a small, square table for 4 people, and Mark sat down immediately to the right of his Mom (as opposed to opposite her), so that he had easy access to her if the opportunity arose!!

A waiter soon arrived and took the order for 2 pizzas, and Mark also ordered a coke for himself and a margarita for his Mom. He didn't fail to notice, either, that the waiter took a long lecherous look at D's body, standing over her as he leered at glimpses of her thighs and the full breasts that were spilling over from the unbuttoned blouse.

D quickly searched the other diners until she was satisfied that she knew nobody else in the bar and then she turned to her son.

'Who said I wanted a margarita, Mark? I don't usually drink alcohol.'

'I know you like a margarita now and again, Mom. We're on a date, and I want you to enjoy yourself...you look fantastic, and so I want you to relax and let yourself go for once in your life,' and his hand slid gently under the table until he found his Mom's bare knee. He caressed it gently even though D had started to glare at him.

She took a couple of deep swigs from her drink as Mark's hand continued to play up and down her thigh. Subtly he moved his fingers onto the inside of her thigh under the table and moved them up and back again.

'Anyway, Mom, you wanted to know more about what the guys say about you, didn't you?'

'Keep your voice down, Mark...I don't want everyone to know about my life's history. Anyway, I think I get the general idea of how they think...and where is your hand going, Mark?'

Mark didn't change his caresses, and still his hand slid up and down on the inside of D's thigh.

'Nobody can see, Mom, so just enjoy your drink and relax,' and his hand moved right to the top of his Mom's inner thigh.

'God, Mark, what are you doing?' His hand slid back down but he was going to up the ante.

'So you know what the guys think of you, don't you, Mom? I think you really, really know what they think of you, don't you?'

'What do you mean by that then, Mark?' Just then the waiter returned with the pizzas and hovered in order to get another look down D's blouse. He gave her a lecherous look and smiled and then said,

'Would madam like another drink?'

'No, thank you.'

'Yes please,' Mark quickly interrupted. 'Another coke and another margarita.'

'What are you doing, Mark? Trying to get me drunk?'

'We're on a date, Mom, and I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Anyway, you've got a big pizza there so you've got to have a nice drink to wash it down with!'

The two began to eat the pizzas and sip their drinks, but D returned to the statement from her son... 'I think you really know what the guys think of you, Mom!!'.

'Come on, Mark. What did you mean by that?'

'You really want to know?'

'Of course I do.' D was getting more and more nervous and then Mark dropped the bombshell!

'Well, an anonymous email came into my computer the other day and it contained some fabulous pictures taken in the woods. Really beautiful, they were!'
D nearly choked on her pizza and had to take another large gulp of the margarita. She immediately knew what pictures Mark was referring to.

'Jesus...oh my God!' She wasn't going to admit it straight away. 'What...what pictures were they, Mark?' She was almost shaking.

'You know, Mom,' grinned Mark. 'Do I have to describe them all? You looked really hot and sexy lying on the grass, in amongst the trees. I wish I'd have been there, Mom.' His hand moved down to stroke D's thigh again under the table, but she moved it quickly in a fit of rage.

'Christ, Mark. You shouldn't have any of those goddam pictures. I was forced to pose by your so-called friends...Tommy especially. Oh God, I want you to get rid of them straight away, Mark...if anybody else sees them, it could really...,' but Mark cut her off.

'Not so fast, Mom. They're perfectly safe with me...and I love them. Nobody else is going to see them but me.' In her embarrassment and anger, D had swigged at her drink again and quickly finished her second glass of margarita. She didn't really know what else to say!

'This has put me off my food, Mark. My own son has compromising pictures of his mother...oh God, I should really blank you now, son, and tell you to destroy them immediately. I'm not happy now and I want to go home.'

'Don't throw your toys out of the pram, Mom. It's OK, it's Ok, it really is. We'll go home, if you really want to...but only when we've had another drink each,' and Mark called over the waiter again before D had a chance to protest.

'Another coke and a margarita, please,' but the waiter seemed to be more interested in looking over D's shoulder at the magnificent view of her glorious tits in the open blouse. Eventually he went off to get the drinks and D went on.

'I'm not getting out of my pram, as you say. If anyone else sees those pictures, I'll be disgraced and anything could...what if you're father saw them? What would he say? He'd probably...!' but Mark tried to calm his Mom down. The drinks were delivered.

'Just drink the margarita, Mom, and don't worry. The photos are perfectly safe with me, and I certainly won't let Dad get to see them. My computer is perfectly safe...now, drink up and I'll take you home.'

D took another huge swig of her drink to try and calm her nerves, but her mind was in a confused whirl as she contemplated all sorts of possible eventualities.

'So what's going to happen now, Mark,' D asked nervously.

'Drink up, Mom, and we'll talk about it in the car.' Needless to say, it didn't take D long to devour her third glass of margarita while Mark paid the bill, and then the waiter took a long, lecherous time to help D out of her seat. The couple made their way to the car, with D putting her arm inside Mark's arm, perhaps needing the stability to help her walk properly after downing her drinks so quickly.

'So, I asked what's going to happen now, Mark,' D asked again as the auto moved slowly out of the car park.

'Well, the first thing, Mom, is to let me see those stunning legs again. Come on, the heater is on and all I want is to see those lovely legs again.'

'You're k**ding me, aren't you, Mark? You drop a bombshell on me about having horrible pictures of me, and all you want is to see my legs again.'

'It's a good starter, Mom. Come on, don't argue. They are not horrible pictures...they are fantastic and you look so hot. I want to see those lovely thighs again.' D sighed and thought that obeying her son for the moment might be the best way to pacify him. Her hand went to the hem of the tight skirt and she shuffled it up her shapely thighs until nearly all of her legs were on view to her son.

'That's better, Mom. They are a wonderful sight,' and Mark's hand slipped over to caress the skin up and down.

D was angry, afraid, nervous, and a little tipsy from the drinks, but her defences had been broken slightly by the evening's events. She had to admit that, as they drove along in silence, the feelings as her son's hand went firmly up and down her thighs were not the worst feelings in the world.

Arriving back at home, there was a fraught atmosphere in the lounge between D and her son until Mark spoke.

'Thank you for coming on our date, Mom...and thank you for looking awesome. I could see the waiter and other diners looking at your great figure. We'll have to do it more often, won't we?'

'I don't know about that, Mark. I've had too much to drink...I think I'll go to bed. You can go to your room and delete all those disgusting pictures, can't you?'

'Oh, I don't think so, Mom. I just love looking at the pictures, because you know I think you are a real sexy woman, even though you are my mother. It wouldn't be fair, would it, to take away one the hottest pleasures I've got, to see my beautiful Mom looking real hot in a set of pictures. I mean, all I ever see you in at home is sweat tops and baggy shorts, and tonight has shown that you have a stunning figure that is never on view. It's all I've got, Mom!'

Mark had sat down on the sofa by now, while D stood just a few feet away, looking so sexy in the high heels, the short skirt and the open blouse, showing off those wonderful breasts. Mark knew he had to keep the pressure up as his Mom was tired, she'd had a few to drink, and he had to keep her on a high. He had to go for it!!

He rose from the sofa and moved close to his Mom, smelling her perfume as he put his hands on her shoulders. He stood at least a foot above his mother and his hands just massaged her shoulders gently as he looked into her eyes.

'Mom, if I delete the pictures I have...and it's a big IF.' D started to relax a little as her muscular son kissed her forehead...but what would be the price?

'So,' said D. 'What is the price I'd have to pay, then, Mark?' His hands moved gently over her shoulders and onto her back. He kissed her forehead and then her cheek and then bent his head and kissed her neck a number of times. His hands moved her body in an inch or two until D's mammoth breasts were eased against his body. She was breathing heavily and just couldn't get words into her mouth.

'If I delete the pictures, Mom, I'd want to replace them with my own!!' and he stroked his Mom's hair as he nibbled her neck again.

'Christ, Mark, are you serious? You'll delete the pictures, but only if you can take some more of me?' She pulled away from her son at the temerity of his request. But he still had the upper hand.

'It's up to you, Mom. Those pictures I have include you on your back, your hand down your panties, (D lowered her head in shame), on your knees while...,' but D interrupted, almost shouting.

'Yes, yes, Mark, you don't have to tell me, for God's sake. I know what's in the fuckin' pictures.' Mark moved towards her again, one hand moving to her shoulder again.

'You don't have to swear at me, Mom. I said I would delete them, didn't I...but I want some of my own, some nice ones, that only you and I know about. They would be completely private, and only I would ever see them,' and quickly Mark bent his head and kissed his Mom gently on the lips. D froze with shock at the kiss...and the choice she was being told to make.

'You promise me you'll delete the pictures if you can take some other ones?'

'I promise, Mom. After we've taken some more pictures, you can come to my room and watch me delete the other ones. I don't want to ever hurt you, Mom, but you're so attractive and sexy to me...ten times better than all the girls I hang around with at college,' and he bent his head again and kissed D's lips again, only this time the kiss lingered just that little bit longer.

D was flustered by the compliments, the kisses, the handsome muscular attention of her son, and the weakness she felt from the drinks and the erotic atmosphere she now found herself in.

'You mean you find me sexier than the girls at college, Mark?'

'No question, Mom. You are hot without even trying, and I love being with you and around you. Let me kiss you again, Mom.' D stood still as her son held her tightly and moved her into his body. His mouth moved down onto hers and their lips met more forcefully this time, while one of his hands moved down her back to gently caress her tight ass through the mini skirt. His other hand held her head so that the kiss was prolonged and his tongue dared to search out his mothers.

After what seemed like ages, the lips parted and Mark's cock was rigid in his slacks. D couldn't help but feel it pushing against her waist. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she had calmed down and her cunt and nipples were telling her that her body was also quite excited. They both looked embarrassed but flushed with excitement, and then Mark pushed his Mom some more.

'So, then, Mom, shall I get my camera?'

'Are you sure this is not going too far, Mark? We've enjoyed a nice evening out and the kisses are getting a little dangerous, aren't they? Why don't we...,' but Mark was not going to let her off the hook.

'It's Ok, Mom. We've discussed why I want some pictures of you and now is the right time. I'll just get my camera and you can just relax and know those horrible pictures of you will be destroyed.'

'You're an evil big son,' grinned D, relenting just a little. 'But you've also got to promise that your father will not be told about any of this...not the photos, not the kissing...nothing, Mark. Do you understand?'

'I promise, Mom. Why would I want to tell anyone else, least of all my father? It's our private date...and everything else is private as well, Mom.'

She tried to delay the inevitable.

'Perhaps we'll take some photos tomorrow, Mark. We've still got a couple more free nights.'

No, Mom. Tonight. We're both in the mood...and you look really hot in that sexy outfit. I'll just get my camera,' and he slipped out of the room before D could protest further.

D sighed and fell back onto the sofa, and that is how Mark found her when he returned with his top of the range digital camera.

'Come on, Mom, don't go falling asleep now.' D sat up and waited for her son to start instructing her.

'Now look, Mom. I want you to really relax. There is no rush. We are on our own and nobody is going to rush in and interrupt us. You never seem to relax, Mom, so I want you to take this opportunity to really relax in your own home and just let yourself go!'

'I'm not going to let myself go that much, Mark. I'm still your mother and I don't want you...,' but Mark was determined to make this a night to remember.

'Look Mom, we've had a nice date, there have been no secrets, we've had a few drinks and I've promised to get rid of those photos. You look fantastic so I just want to take a few shots for my own little collection. We'll both be happy and it will be our little secret, Mom. Now, just sit up straight and smile.'

D slowly moved her delicious body and sat up, moving to the edge of the sofa.

'That's it, Mom. Shoulders back and...' Click, click, click. Mark shot off a few pictures of D as she sat primly before him. Her knees were together but she had held her shoulders back, her wonderful breasts jutting out in the tight, black blouse.

'You look really great, Mom,' Mark smiled at his mother. 'Just cross your legs would you?' D gingerly crossed her legs, knowing that the little skirt would slide up her thighs. Click, click, click. Mark knew he had to stay in charge in order to make the situation as hot as possible for himself.

'Just turn sideways on, Mom, but keep looking at me.' D turned a little to the side and now there were wonderful views of her sexy thighs and the shape of her stunning breasts jutting out. Click, click, click. Mark carried on with the pressure.

'This is really great, Mom, and I will treasure these pictures, you know. I don't think of it as pictures of my Mom, but of a really attractive, sexy, hot woman with a gorgeous figure. Will you just undo a couple more buttons on the blouse?'

'God, Mark...are you really sure this is...!!'

'Of course I'm really sure...and I think you are, too, aren't you?'

D was actually quite relaxed. She was tired, the drinks were helping her to cast caution to the wind and she felt herself slowly getting to enjoy the thought of being the object of her son's infatuation. He'd promised to keep the photos private, as well as get rid of the other 'nasty' pictures, and she was, in a strange sort of way, proud of being the subject of Mark's camera.

Slowly, her fingers went to her blouse and undid buttons three and four, opening the black blouse quite fully so that the pink uplift bra now came into view. Of course, so did the awesome mounds of flesh of D's breasts that were trying to escape from the scanty material.

Mark clicked a few times and then he stood over his mother and looked down on her. The view was mind blowing.

'Look up at me, Mom.' D looked up and gave a nervous smile while Mark focussed on her face and the stupendous tits. Click, click, click.

He took some more from the same position and bent down and gave his Mom a soft kiss on the cheek. He also ran his hand up a firm thigh, moving the hem of D's skirt higher and higher up her legs.

'That's it, Mom. You look really great...and your figure is so awesome... a girl twenty years younger would kill for a figure like yours.'

D was enjoying the compliments, she didn't protest and she didn't try and stop more of her body being on view for the camera. Click, click, click, and Mark had more pictures of his Mom's breasts and her shapely legs. Now to try and push her further!! He took her hand and started to pull her into a standing position.

'What Mark. What do you want?' D asked nervously again.

'Some shots of you standing, Mom...but still showing your stunning figure. Just move a few feet away...I want to get some lovely shots of your amazing body.'

'Well, I don't think it's amazing, Mark...I'm a wife and mother and my figure is...,' but her son was going to push and push and push. She was slowly melting.

'Undo the rest of the buttons on the blouse, Mom...and hold your skirt up to keep showing those sexy legs.'

'Must I, Mark...this isn't really fair, and goodness knows what...,'

'Do it, Mom. I want you to. I want to be able to see my Mom looking really hot, even if no-one else is going to see the pictures. Now, please, just do it, Mom.'

'And you make damned sure no-one else sees them,' but D slowly undid all the buttons on the blouse, and eased the short skirt up so that her tight, pink panties came into view.

'Wonderful, wonderful, Mom. You should have been a model,' complimented Mark. D just smiled and sighed at the way her son was manipulating her.

'Hold the blouse apart, Mom, that's it. Just hold it apart and keep your skirt right at the tops of your legs. Beautiful!'

D made sure the skirt was bunched around her waist and she gingerly held the flaps of the blouse open, giving a perfect view of the uplift bra and the overflowing flesh of her voluptuous breasts.

Click, click, click went Mark's camera. He took a dozen or so shots and moved round his Mom's glorious figure as he took them. Then he surprised her by putting an arm round her shoulders and kissing her gently on her cheek and on her neck.

'These are beautiful, Mom, really beautiful. Now just slip off the blouse and skirt,' and as he spoke, Mark began to ease the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms.

'No, Mark, no. What are you doing? Oh God!'

'It's OK Mom. Don't panic. You know what the other guys made you do...well, I just want some nice pictures of my Mom, looking sexy ...but not pornographic. I want you to do this for me, Mom,' and he gently kissed her lips again, but still moving the blouse down her arms.

The blouse soon dropped to the floor, and as Mark stood over D, planting more kisses on her forehead, lips and cheeks, his hands went to the zipper at the back of the skirt. He unzipped and then pushed the white skirt over his Mom's hips until it dropped down her legs and onto the floor.

D became more and more resigned to the situation she was in and had more or less given up her protestations. Having her son very close to her, nibbling and kissing her face, wasn't helping her resolve and so she just stood, knowing he was enjoying taking in the sexiness of her feminine body.

The shapely pink bra and panties, and the fuck-me high heel shoes were all that protected D from presenting her naked body to her son with the digital camera. He moved around her again, taking shots from front and behind and from the side. The panties were tight and miniscule against her superb ass, allowing the naked, round cheeks of her stunning ass to stand out beautifully, and Mark made sure he got suitable shots of all of her wonderful attributes...the tight ass, the firm, wholesome tits wobbling inside the uplift bra, her thighs in all their glory, and the sexy, seductive face with D's blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders.

'Now, Mom, I want you to kneel on the sofa, against the back, so you have your back to me, but just look back at the camera. Go on, Mom,' and he put his arm around her shoulders again and gently kissed her cheeks again, walking his Mom slowly to the sofa before she had a chance to make another protest.

D was whirring with confusion and excitement. Her muscular, handsome son was making her do things that would normally fill her with horror, but he was her flesh and blood and he was treating her with such kindness and confidence that finally it didn't seem so wrong or taboo. His kisses were warm and reassuring, he was gentle and firm at the same time, and D just felt that she was able to go with the flow and everything would be alright! In fact, her light-headedness and the drinks she had consumed were making her feel quite relaxed and less nervous than she had been earlier. She moved onto the sofa, guided by her son.

As D moved her knees forward, against the rear of the sofa, she turned her head back towards her son and tried to smile a warm smile. Mark hit off a few shots and then suddenly caressed her back, his hand going slowly down her back and over her wonderful bottom. He continued down onto the back of her thighs and pushed between them to open them.

'God, Mark, do I need to open my legs, this is starting to get...!'

'It makes for a lovely photo, Mom, real sexy, just like you are,' and he tried to reassure her by stroking her blonde hair and nibbling her ear once more. All the while, his hand was easing her thighs apart and then he stepped back and shot off more photos of the gorgeous ass and the rest of his Mother's body.

'Just move your knees back, Mom, and arch your back, can you,' and he held his Mom's waist and eased her back so that her knees were a foot or two away from the back of the sofa. Then he gently pushed her back so that it arched into a sexy, provocative shape. Her knees were wide apart, her back was arched and Mark just admired this fantastic sight. Again, he click, click clicked this erotic pose in order to save it for ever. Then he moved close to her body again and put his hands onto her hips. There was a deathly silence as they both wondered where this was going!!

As her son held her and caressed her hips and waist, D felt a shudder creep through her body. This was wrong, it was taboo, but Mark felt so masculine and in control, so loving and kind, and her body was being totally receptive, so that she found herself finding it very difficult to bring it to an end.

One of his hands moved slowly down to the cheeks of her ass and began to caress her panties. He began to nibble her ear again and softly kiss her neck and face. God, D was screaming inside but the feelings were so good!

Mark's hand was moving her panties round and round, easing them over her cheeks towards the crack in her ass until there was just a sliver of pink material running down between her cheeks. The globes of her ass were now naked but Mark still played with them, round and round, squeezing and enjoying the flesh.
D was now breathing heavily as her son controlled her. He stepped back to take some more shots for his 'album' and then went back to caressing the gorgeous body. He was right behind her, rubbing her shoulders and toying with the straps of her bra, sliding them across her shoulders.

D felt helpless, such were the feelings in her loins and the thoughts spinning round her head.

Mark put down the camera and moved right up to his Mom's back. He held her shoulders and nibbled at her neck and the top of her back. One hand moved down to her delectable bottom again and grasped a naked cheek in his big hand. His other hand moved a bra strap across her shoulder and let it slip down the top of her arm. Then he moved the other strap down the other arm.

'Don't say anything, Mom. You really are gorgeous and...!'

'Careful, Mark...this is getting so dangerous and...ummmm!'

'It's OK, Mom. It's just the two of us, and it's our secret, isn't it? Just relax, Mom, and don't say anything.' His hand went to the clasp of the bra in the middle of D's back and gently undid it and let it hang. D's eyes closed at the dangerous situation she was allowing to continue. She heard her son whisper, 'Take it off, Mom,' but he didn't wait for a response and just moved the straps gently on down her arms. D felt helpless and submissive as she moved her arms so that the tiny garment left her body and was cast to the floor. Her wonderful breasts were now exposed to her son's gaze, and she felt brazen but frightened at the same time.

This was her son, taking photos of her and gradually stripping her clothes off!!

'Mark, I'm so frightened...umm...this is so wrong and I thought you were just going to take a few photographs for your private...,' but again Mark interrupted his Mom.

'Don't be frightened, Mom. I'm not doing this for anyone else's benefit except for you and me. I treasure you and the way you are, and I promised that no-one else will see these...ever!'

'I know, but...but it's more than just photos, now, isn't it? I mean...you're getting more and more familiar with my intimate parts...my private body and...'

'And what, Mom? Do you feel threatened...Am I hurting you or embarrassing you?' All the while he was nibbling her ears and gently kissing his Mom's face, and his hands were on her shoulders, moving gently up and down, getting nearer and nearer to those stupendous naked breasts.

D stayed silent and tried to shut out from her mind the terrible consequences that could happen if things went along in this manner. Her son seemed to have taken control of her totally, and she was either too weak or too frightened or too excited to do anything. Mark spoke gain.

'Just turn sideways to me again, Mom. You look absolutely gorgeous. Please, just turn this way.' D slowly turned her kneeling body as Mark picked up his camera again. He clicked off a few more photos but his Mom held her hands over her mammoth tits, covering the delicious nipples which would be hard as rocks at the erotic atmosphere.

'Hands away, Mom. You have a wonderful body and nothing to be ashamed of at all. Now, just take your hands away, please.' Nervously, D let her hands slowly slip to her sides and Mark was quick to click, click, click again to save more wonderful pictures of his Mom's glorious body. What would happen now?

Mark put down the camera and moved to his Mom's side as she knelt on the sofa. His arm went round her shoulder and he bent to kiss her lips once more. He held the kiss and his Mom was receptive, but his other hand gently went down her chest to grasp one of the stunning globes. He caressed the soft flesh all over and his fingers took the hard nipple between his fingertips.

The kiss lingered some more and Mark was like a boy with a candy stick. He lifted the breast and his head went down to lick at the superb tit, concentrating on taking the long nipple into his mouth.

'Oh my God, Mark. What are you doing? You shouldn't be...ummm, that feels nice, but...but,' but her voice tailed away as the feelings meandering around her body had her squirming inside. Mark just moved to the other nipple and his mouth devoured the hard skin and the flesh surrounding it.

He had his hand playing with D's fulsome breasts and his other hand now slid slowly down her back to toy with the magnificent shapely ass. He squeezed the cheeks while he sucked on the nipples. His hand felt the sliver of material between the cheeks of his Mom's ass and he followed it down slowly until his fingers were underneath her body, caressing the damp material covering the soft lips of D's mature cunt. D now became more than scared!!

'No, no, Mark. That's the limit. This is all so wrong...Jesus, it can't go any further, Mark. I'm your mother and...and...' She shook herself free and turned to sit on the sofa. Mark could see the look in her eyes and he knew that this time his Mom meant what she said!

He quickly considered the situation and knew that he had to keep the upper hand if he was going to reach his ultimate goal and keep his mother under control for as long as he wanted...and enjoy the forbidden fruits of her stunning, firm body. He had the photos that Tommy and the other guys had taken, he had the knowledge of the video that was recorded in the barn where he saw everything that had taken place, and now he had his own photographs safely recorded in his own camera. If it was necessary, he had all the ammunition that he needed to 'persuade' his Mom to be his plaything. However, he decided to accept her feelings for this evening.

'Ok, ok, Mom. It was a lovely evening, and you are my beautiful model,' he grinned. 'But enough for tonight if you say so.' D stroked her son's arm and knew she had 'won' for the moment. But Mark carried on.

'We still have a couple more evenings when we'll be on our own. Why don't you cook a nice meal tomorrow and we can relax without having to go out.' D thought she had escaped.

'That sounds like a great idea, son. What food do you fancy?'

'I'll leave that to you, Mom...you're such a great cook that anything would be good. Oh, but I want you in another sexy outfit, Mom...and I want some more photographs!'

'What...why, why, why? Hasn't tonight been dangerous enough for you, Mark? Haven't you taken enough liberties with your own mother tonight? And you haven't deleted those other horrible pictures like you said you would!'

'We'll have another nice evening tomorrow, Mom, and perhaps we'll discuss what the college guys say about you again, and then we can delete those other pictures. Just the two of us again, Mom...that will be awesome!'

D felt the nerves wracking all round her body, and was just too tired to argue again. Her son was beginning to excite and horrify her at the same time, but all she wanted to do was go to sleep.

'I'm just too tired to argue now, Mark. We'll see what tomorrow brings but I've just got to get to bed now. Night, honey,' and she gave her son a kiss on the cheek and drifted out of the room and along the passage. Mark smiled to himself and looked forward to the following day. He was beginning to take control!

What would happen the next evening??

To be Continued.