Diary 8211 My Son Made Me Topless Naked Model 8211 Episode III
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Son- janu aaj mausam kitna suhana hai. tumhe kuch feel nahi ho raha hai?
Mom- haan! ho raha hai na!
Son- kya?
Mom- yehi ki aaj mai phir se chudne wali hoon.
TO READERS: Ma wrote this photography session in her diary. I read this many days later after our first copulation. I think it is better for reader to study her version instead of my narration. You can read full story separately in title-“Long Dong King Kong in Mom” with son’s (me) narration.
“Tonight my son made me model. Not an ordinary housewife model but a sexy, semi naked under wear model. What I couldn’t dream ever in life, my 19 years son did it with me, his 40years old mother. For photo shoot he brought four cameras from his room. My heart sank, seeing his cameras.
It was Cannon digital SLR with 35-X -Telephoto ZOOM & 21 MP lenses. Shutter speed was 1/10 to 1/1000. Ultra-light sensitive with special apparatus and lenses fitted for low light, night vision photography which brightens focused areas. By this one can easily shoot anybody in dark. All are water proof. It was a very-very powerful machine which can capture minute details of my body. I was always dreamed for such a precision worthy and powerful camera. A real weapon cannon indeed.
A dim Green light bulb was illuminating room. First, he laid me in bed. I covered my breasts with my hands. He ordered me to open my legs as far as possible. Without questioning I parted my legs.
He said it will give good view of my panty. I was spread eagle. Even though, my son stretched me little more. He is more interested in my crotch than plain panty. He didn’t remove sanitary pad.
My baby stands between my legs. Focused lens on my face and gradually go lower. Pause at my breast.
My breasts are heaving with shame and palpitation. Diary I felt shame. My son zooms on my cleavage. I turned my face side. I want to cover my face with hand, but could not do so as my hands are covering more precious thing to hide- my breasts. I didn’t closed eyes and watched his movements. Son slowly goes to my abdomen. Took 2 minutes photography at my navel, zoom-zoom-zoom. All folds and depressions of my belly button captured by him, inch by inch, dot by dot.
Real shooting begin when he goes to my panty. He positioned top angle. From hem of my panty to my crotch he preciously and leisurely photographed me. My baby son concentrated camera on my ‘V’ area. He took his mother’s panty clad photos from top. Zoom ‘V’ area and slowly moved down to joint of legs. Certainly, sanitary pad is obstructing his ‘desired point’. Diary, I smiled inside my heart.
My baby tried every angle to get his ‘desired view’- from 90 degree top to my left side to my right side to my V joint. He spends minutes only on single panty and my single pose. I was laughing inside my heart on his childish unprofessional. We both were bored.
Then he asked me to bend right leg & place knee on breast. Diary’ I obeyed him like machine. Earning money is thrilling me, so I am exposing myself to my son. Son almost thrust camera between my legs. I know his intentions. He is dying to see his birth hole. Knee covered my one breast, so with free hand I adjusted material of panty over crotch.
This infuriated my son, as sanitary pad displaced and about to expose side of my urine crack.
(Chapter Pulled Up)
My baby boy tugged out pad and pulled me to dining room. He switches on 15 watt yellow light bulb. Suddenly I felt my nakedness. I am almost, well almost, nude in front of teenage son. Even 15 watt bulb blinded me for second. With one hand I tried to shade lights falling on my eyes. Camera clicked & took my breasts photos too. I again covered my breasts.
Diary, my son took my various standing photos. Front, back, sides, all semi naked of me. After 5 minutes he lost new ideas. He was not professional. I felt sorry for him.
My motherly instinct arises over my money. I suggested him- you are filming my panty, you are an amateur, please take my few suggestion on “Hand Bra” photography. I’ll not disappoint you. I’ll unchain your wild desires.
He said- Right Ma but I want to take pictures with more panties.
(Chapter: Makeup)
I said-Ok, you are now my dress designer and makeup artist. Therefore, you can touch me.
I sat on sofa. He coat deep red lipstick on my lips and put mascara. Put crimson color nail polish on my hands nails. I was interchanging my hands on my breasts when he was painting my hand’s nails. He sat on floor & colored my leg’s nails. Without lifting his head, he tried many times to see my crotch. But I am his Ma and know his desire. I failed his ogle by tightly closing my knees. We both know, it is just matter of time. When I will ready for shooting all will expose.
Then he Comb my hairs back. With my suggestion, keep my hairs open and flying, so it can be used as breast cover / hand bra when needed. Put special shining cream on my legs and hands. Any women feel delighted when man is doing her make-ups. I was delighted too. Here make up man is my own son, so I am little shy. This shyness and coldness of night making me blushed.
Then he brings a small Samsonite magic bag, which can contain 100 pieces of bikini, lingerie, bras, and panties.
My eyes broaden when I saw 150 pieces of itsy-bitsy inside the bag.
He gave me a ‘Cheeky Panty’, crimson color, low rise with minimum back coverage. Black Lace trims with Black Lace elastic waist. Panty material was super soft cotton.
Surprised I asked- when you bought all these. All seems very costly. Is it of your girlfriend? My blood will destroy all these nice pieces.
My baby son said- Ma all for you. I am collecting all these since last 2 years in USA. Every day I purchased one pair, sometime two, or three. Whenever I was sad, I saw and feel these panties, remembering you. Ma doesn’t think otherwise, I respect you and these are only one way to show my respect to you!
I was dumbfounded. Diary I cannot say is it good or bad. My nice little son was buying panties every day for his mother since last 2 years. Now he has a collection of at least 750 to 800 panties and bras. However, I think he is fooling me and all were for his American girlfriend. When she broke up with my innocent son, he presented all to me. However, looking the pack and price tag I know all are new.
(Chapter: Cheeky panty)
I stand & turned back, covered my waist with towel and wore that Cheeky Panty. By the time I adjusted cheeky panty on my waist the towel automatically fallen on floor. My son snapped this incident.
I looked back and said with false anger- I am not ready yet! First, adjust your camera, focus, and say ready.
Obeying, he adjusted camera, not one but all four on various sized tripod stands. One is very high and can catch entire room’s view. Other two are back and front of me with automatic start. This means, by no angle I can hide. This I do not think, I wanted. However, I kept quiet.
By covering my breasts with my hands as “Hand Bra,” I stand before him as a professional model. I gave him many poses, which I saw in erotic websites like bulls’ eye and body in mind.
Sometime I clinched both arms together on breasts. Alternatively, put palms on shoulders covering breasts with elbows. Once I put palms on breasts from top and then from low covering my papilla. Sometime covering just with one hand and hanging other hand down or up.
Once I crises-cross hands over my chest and then made fist and put over nipples.
He pulled many cheeky panties from bag. Then he showed me a big & thick album of panties, contains 1000 images of panty-clad girls. I never heard the types of panties. He taught me the difference between Bikini Panty, Boy Short Panty, Boy Short Hottie Panty, Cheeky Panty, Brief Mid Rise Panty (Which is ideal for wearing sanitary pads), High Leg Briefs, Hip Hugger, Hipster Panty, Seamless Panty, Thong, Brief Thong, V String panty and finally swimwear and various type swimsuits.
I thought cheeky panty is most decent and graceful panty for ladies it is sexy too compared to our
local panties of Rupa or Goversons or handmade panties of Hathua Market.
Diary I was amazed to see his knowledge about panties and bras. I was hearing all with covering my breasts with hands. I thought I should fully co-operate him and enjoy various types of panties. Which mother can get so much of underwear gift from her son?
(Chapter Thong)
Then he dropped a nuclear bomb. He bought another smaller bag and opened it front of me. That small bag contains 900 pieces of hanky and thread like panties.
My baby son hoists a panty smaller than women handkerchief before my eyes. He said this is Thong. Inside material is stretching soft cotton black color with White Polka Dots. No back coverage.
Mean only white lace for my bun crack to hide. ONLY Lace for mother’s ass crack to cover! How can a small child of 19 years do this to his mother? Anxiously I stand up. Seeing me to hesitate, he pulled down my Cheeky Panty. I jerked & jumped in front to save my panty from his snatching. I know if he made me nude, he will not give me anything to wear for rest of night.
Seeing my resistance, he disappointed. This again made me sad. After all, he is my own son. I smiled and said I will change slowly. You look at other side. He turned his face side but his camera was on and catches my un-clothing. I know his powerful camera took good shots of my front. He will surly relish these photos when he will alone. I could not help myself but to do what he like with nude models. Shame for a mother- I thought.
Before I can pull Thong panty fully, he turned up & got glimpse of my pubic hair & boobs. We both smiled seeing each other. He smiled to see his mother is struggling to pull up panty and I smiled grotesquely, because I get caught.
(Chapter Sliding On)
His staring made me nervous & unbalanced. I fell on my muscular son. Diary he can easily saved me but purposely he leaned back and we both fall on floor together. God was not with my side tonight. My crotch THUDS with my son’s urine pipe. I felt like I thud with some big iron bar. Tonight I understand how strong my son is. He is pretending like child. I felt proud my milk made him strong.
My son’s penis tried to stand inside his ‘Boxer Shorts’. I got its force on my ‘V’. I know I am driving him crazy. I, his mother caused my son’s erection. I felt ashamed of myself & tried to stand.
Diary, my son strong hands failed my standing. As I said, God is not at my side tonight; I stopped & remain in that position. I know he will do something naughty, which is not good for a son to do with his mother. I tried to distract him. My hairs are flying on his face. I brushed his face more with my hair. Only to soothes him. I swear by god’s name, my act was purely motherly. What I forgot that he is now a strong man, not a five years old.
My waving of hair on his face exited him more. I felt his penis (later I came to know he refer it as Mr. Dong) now agitating inside ‘Boxer Shorts’ to get free and go to there, from where it came to this world. Oh God. Nature does not know any mother and son relation. Nature knows only man- women relationship.
So what I heard in my childhood in my village is true? Widows in village engaged sexually with their sons. Ducks, cows, buffaloes, horses etc. were fucking with their offspring. Means this is natural. Diary all these philosophy of life made me nervous and I gathered strength and sit back.
Due to ‘blood pressure’ in Dong, my son’s grip on me lessened. However, he was a strong man. He immediately catches me and forced me to sit on his lap. He pulled me more near to him. I slide on his steel bar.
Diary, I must confess I lost control over my mind & body. My son whispered in my ear brush your hair on my face. Two minutes I brush my hairs all over his face, chest, neck, and shoulders. My son took handful of his mother’s hairs and inhaled deeply. He kissed my black long silky hairs. Wipe his face with my hairs. He put some hair inside his mouth and lightly sucks.
Then I regained consciousness. To get rid of this situation I said Beta photo shoot is pending! Don’t you want my panty-clad photos? I want you to take my stunning pictures. I will fully co-operate you; do whatever pose you like. Put any type of panty you want!
Diary, my sinewy son smilingly stands back, firmly holding me. I do not remember when last time I was lifted by a man. Maybe when I was 2-3 years old, by my father, or uncle? Do not know! I felt happy lifted by a man, my son. Diary I must confess I want to remain in that position for rest of night. I can easily put my legs on floor but I encircled my legs on my son’s waist. Like, when HE was 10 years old and I could not take him on my side lap. At that time, too his penis was touching my belly, which gave me funny sensation. Tonight also, though position reversed, but his huge penis touching my crotch and my butt.
(Chapter soaked panty)
Diary, he put me on glass dining table and freed me. I gave him the pose of a lifetime. I hold my toes and lift & spread my legs. His eyes sparked. He starts his camera. Diary, I discharged lots of menstrual gobs. My son freed me from my dysmenorrheal pain. I forget my pain and remain in that position. He shoots my crotch from beneath the glass table. When he saw my panty soaked with blood, he gave me another panty to change. I happily obeyed. However, due to my motherly instinct, now I turned back, pulled down Thong, and cleaned my crotch with it. I know my son is intently watching my butt.
My butt was also an object of desire to him in childhood. When he was 5-6 years old he run into kitchen, catches me from behind and starts hitting his face on my butt. I was not aware my butt could turn my baby crazy. It seems inch-inch part of my body is objet d’art for my son.
(Chapter Double String)
Now my son gave me Mid Rise Double V String. ‘Front’ is Purple colored small V. Back was small half-flower shaped black lace. I smiled on his naughtiness. I understood what is going inside his head, though he is behaving like professional. I wore Double V String and adjusted my hair to cover my breasts. I turned back to him.
I asked my innocent intelligent little son- why it is mid-rise and why two strings. Other panties are so low rise and exposing, I don’t understand its purpose?
My intelligent son said- Oh Ma, This is to be wear with low-rise jeans. This mid-rise V string jumps out from low-rise jeans. Lower string stays inside and upper string peek out from jeans. This is latest fashion to show the world how costly panties one is wearing!
Diary I was speechless hearing this fashion statement. What a modern world. Showing under garments!!!!!!!! Wow. And I am living in ‘Gobar Land’ (Land of Cow Dung).
Diary, my son came near me. My heart sank, thinking my ‘nangapan’ (nakedness) and his pointed Pole over ‘Boxer Shorts’. Am I going to be raped? A mother is going to be raped by her own son. Will I stop him or silently allow him? As someone said- Stop Rape Say Yes!!!
However, as a true (un)professional he just adjusted my hairs. He freed my left breast from cover of my hairs. He put that hair on my back. I just covered my exposed breast when he looked at it. Now I am feeling more nangi (naked). I tried to say something but seeing his unprofessional eyes, kept silence.
As an unprofessional, he holds my shoulders and moved forward. Diary, my breasts advanced towards my son. I gathered courage and said in broken and low voice- That is a panty shoot, no need to focus on upper part. Diary, my son’s answer silenced me.
He said- Ma you may be a trained photographer but I know what men likes!
With low voice I said-“yes ‘Beta’ but to motivate your model you can say some encouraging word, like- wah-wah, that’s it-that’s it, good girl-good girl, right, ok, yes-this pose etc. etc.
He said- OK Ma’.
(Chapter ON TABLE-1)
Then my son laid me on one corner of dining table. He spread my legs on two sides of table, so crotch came over the corner of the table. Legs were hanging on south and west sides of rectangular table. He also put my hands over my knees and gently spread me more.
He said- Ma’ spread your legs.
I said-” but ‘Beta’ I am stretched to the max.
He said- No Ma’, you can do more. Stretch more ‘good girl’
Hearing his encouragement, I pull my knees more. I do not know, from where I got strength and flexibility but I was able to spread myself 2inches more.
Son was continuously cheering- YES Ma’ that is it- that is it.
I thought I’d rip myself from my vagina. More stretching causes my buttock to move up. So I firmly placed my thighs on table to give my son good angle to shoot me.
His cannons were working silently. His continuous encouragement -that’s it-that’s it….yes …lovely…yes… motivates me to do more stretching. Therefore, my ass was moving up and down rhythmically.
He pointed his camera top of my panty and took some good nice close ups. Then slowly scan my attractive thighs which look like ‘BANANA PLANT TRUNK’ (“Vazhai Thandu” in Tamil.)
Neither he nor camera was touching my skin, but slow scanning of my smooth thigh make tingling sensation on my pulpy flesh. I moved up my hands to cover my breasts but maintained the wide gap of legs.
Son delighted and said- Super- super, nice girl…..pretty girl.
His encouragement made me modest. With one hand, I adjusted my hairs and covered breasts with them and moved hands up & over the head.
Next moment, air form fan blew some hairs from my breasts. I botch to put them in place but son’s stony face stopped me to do so.
(Chapter ON TABLE-2)
Suddenly he catches my waist and turned me on my belly on hard cold glass table. Sudden turning annoyed me and I tried to stand up. My legs were still hanging so I placed my hands on table to get support.
With electric speed, my little son thumps his crotch on my panty-clad buttock, resulting joining of my crotch with sharp corner of glass table. He put his hands on my shoulder blades and pushes me on table. My bare abdomen flesh stick with glass table. It made sticking sound-‘pach’.
My perky nipppee just touch the glass. I halted my movements and controlled my anger. I loosened my body, opened my palms, and gently placed hands on table. Legs are still hanging. My young son’s giant rod was pricking in my ass crack over panty. I felt it starts growing and pulsating over my crack.
It is a time to do something intelligent; otherwise, it may be too late. I may another victim of incest rape. Sudden turning caused some pain in stomach, but ignoring that and with a fake smile, I turned my head back & said- you want this pose?
My little sober son put his fingers on my hairs and brushed them on side. He said- yes very good mom, that’s a nice pose. With lot of encouraging words, he slowly pulled back, fearing I may stand back. When he was just on, his tip of penis over my ass crack I moved up my buttock.
I said- Do you know the meaning of Ass?
Son said- Ass means Donkey.
I Said-” Ass means Donkey? Ha ha ha ha…you are a donkey & a monkey!
He said- So?
I Said-” Ass means this! And I pointed up my ass.
Son Said- Ma’ ….NICE-NICE. Freeze, I will shoot this pose.
And I froze in that position, pointing high my arse, hanging legs. Balance only on my tummy. With lot of click- whoosh, zoom…clitch…zip… zop sounds he browsed my butt and thigh.
Then he hang camera on his neck and put his hands under my lower belly. In that position he lifted me, I squirmed under his arms to free myself, but his masculine hands lifted me more.
I Said-” what are you doing put me down.
But my baby boy put me on single chair of sofa set. I catch chairs back post to balance and, in that very second my son hold my right ankle and put on handle of chair. Before I could understand what happened, he holds my left ankle and put on the other handle of chair.
(Chapter ON CHAIR)
This widened my rear considerably. With rage and anger I looked back, he was waving another yellow-green color teeny-weeny panty with long tying cords.
Son Said- Ma’ wear this without getting down.
Hearing this, my temper gets loose. I Said-” I want to give you good thrash.
Diary, my son jumped in front of me, took my hands and put on his cheeks. This unbalanced me again and breasts came over frame of backrest of chair.
Son Said- Ma’ slap me.
Hearing this, my heart melted & I pat his cheeks. He strokes his nose with mine and blow mouth-air on my nostrils. I smiled and tried to move out my hands. That little devil catches my hands and said- Ma hands up.
He instantly moved my hands up, so now I am balancing only with my breasts on head-frame of chair. My breasts hanged out from frame. Without looking down, my sugar-boy scrubs my hair and covered my breasts with them. I was happy with his gesture. He did not try to gaze at my nipples.
His camera attacks on my hair covered breasts. Son’s half-minute focus on my left armpit heightened my nervousness. Heavy breathing rocks my breasts over chair-frame. He was yet to start shooting and only orientating focus. My mouth dried, I tried to remain still.
A sharp sound of shutter awakes me. Bombardment of clicks…voosh….zoom…sounds pouring in my ears. My honey-son asked me to look left. O M G other camera is already filming me in that side. I looked right– third camera was there. I could not figure out when he fixed these cameras focusing me?
Diary, I was in the state of oblivion.
Suddenly fan-air blows all hair and uncovered my hanging breasts. It seems my baby is waiting for that moment. Faster than light, his camera gun turned towards my breasts.
My subconscious mind yelled- “cover it,” but my motherly instinct cried- “Stay Still, my baby is enjoying.” Finally, my motherly instinct won. I forcefully stop my standing hands to put down to cover my breasts.
Obviously, my baby did not lose this golden opportunity and speedily filmed both of my breasts. Due to the hurry, he could not focus on any single breast or nipple. Other cameras were working prudently. He came near me. Focused lenses on my cleavage. Due to breasts’ “Topless,” position the hollow space between them was huge.
Diary, do not know why I pushed down my breasts more on chair head-frame. The smooth edges of breasts and hollow space between them made it like flower-vase. I think it was my subconscious artistic mind, which knows women body is art. The erotic websites like-met-art, erotica AV or gallery carry made a lasting impression on my mind that women body is most aesthetic piece of art.
My son bring handful of orchid sticks and put in a hole between my breasts and chair-frame.
His hot & bold gesture widened my eyes. I tried to say something but voice stuck in throat. I blushed and whole body reddened. Sudden gush of menstrual blood dropped from my vagina.
A son put flower on mother’s cleavage? To a mother with hands up, legs on chair’s handle and breasts hanged out? So sweet! I smiled with my blushed face. My baby got encouragement. Flowery touch of orchid petals on breasts & skin made formicated sensation.
Then sugar-baby fixed camera in my front and moved back. I know, now my butt will get camera-gun assault. But he has already fixed all four cameras over my body so how he will shoot my back. When he took more than half minute with no sound, with curiosity, I looked back.
O M G. from nowhere son brought a double lens “Panasonic 3D Full HD Twin Lens” professional camera with blue-ray recorder. While video graphing, it can covert moving pictures to images of 20JPEGs per second. Means it can super minutely scan my body. It is also ultra-sensitive in low light filming. With 3D facility, it can produce mega-sharp three-dimensional pictures with all body contours. I froze for a second. With wide eye, I asked foolishly-Now?
Son Said- Now what? Now your back, I mean back of your panty my dear model.
Again I said foolishly- But you said I have to wear that panty,” and I pointed to teeny-weeny panty with long side tie.
Son Said- Oh Yes, Obviously. Drop the old one and put on this. Be careful not to get down.
Again, with rage, I said- ‘Beta’ HOW IT IS POSSIBLE? Can I at least put down my hands?
Son Said- Hands only beauty.
I did not like he called me ‘beauty’, but silently lowered down panty on thighs then further lowered up to knees. Due to widening of legs, panty stretched at waistband. Without lifting right knee, I slowly tugged out panty beneath it, repeated with left leg, and fully pulled out from my body…. Woosh. Now I am totally naked. Not a single thread on my body. Son in back brutally attacks with his ‘dog’ camera on my butt.
My anger vanishes with removal of panty. Without asking for teeny-weeny, I moved my hands up and protrude my buttock towards my baby boy. In childhood, he rubbed many times on my sari-clad butt. Now my motherly love offered him to assuage his eyes on my ass.
3D camera scanned my ass thoroughly for four minutes, means 4800Jpegs. Diary, I know it will make lively album of my butt and ass crack. I understand my son is dying to see inside of my rectum, but big lens of camera cannot go inside and making my son frustrated. I smiled on his helplessness.
Meanwhile that’s it-that’s it sound of son encouraged me and I fart. Fart made my rectum slightly opened for a second. But for that one second is enough for son to shoot- sphincter’s opening of my rectum. May be he recorded fart sound too. I get ashamed of myself. I farted before my son. Chi-chi (shame-shame)
To hide my shame I applied internal pressure in my anus 5-6 times. Like a hungry fish, anus opened & closed its mouth 5-6 times. Drooling son manage to stand firm. For him, it was like opening of doors of heaven. After two minutes, he silently came near me and push 3D camera between my legs. Movements of his shadow alerted me and on time, I placed my hands over my mound of Venus.
This forbids him to take snaps of forbidden fruit of mom. I said-” Sorry Son, No camera there, only pictures of panty my sweetie -tweety.
He grinned stupidly for being caught red handed. He said- No-No Ma’ you are mistaken. I just placed camera on chair to give you this panty.
He did not off 3D camera and placed it in such a position that it will obviously capture the full view of my vagina. I vowed not to remove my hands over it. Enough forbidden shots I gave him. But my son was cleverer than me. He came beside me, gave me that teeny-weeny panty, and with low requesting voice begs me to wear panty in this pose.
Diary, seeing his innocent eyes, I could not reject him and took panty from his hand. By this way, I invited trouble for myself again. The moment I removed my hands from my genitals, camera automatically starts with mechanical whoosh sound. My heart sank. Anyway, I wore that panty with lot of efforts and tied the long threads. After few minutes of shooting he said Ma’ stay in this pose, I am coming from toilet. He goes to toilet with camera in hand. I Said-” but ‘Beta’ this is awkward pose. Son Said- don’t worry Ma’, wait for half minute.
Diary, easily I could get down and take rest for few seconds, but as an obedient mother, I did not do that. I stayed in hands up position with legs on chair’s handle. After passing of 6 minutes when he did not came, I get down from handles of chairs. My shoulders and lower back was aching. Fearfully I went to verandah & peep to bathroom. Door was not shut. My son was sure his mother will not go against orders. He was watching my naked photos in camera screen and wanking vigorously.
I was stunned. My son is wanking, looking his mother’s pictures. With disgust, shame & curiosity I stay there and watch him. My disgust subsidized thinking my son loves me and I too can generate erection in young boy’s dick.
After 4-5 minutes, he unloads his jism. Fountain of sperm spilled on floor. I ran back to my chair, fearing his coming. I was guilty conscious that I betrayed his faith on me. So as remorse I slightly slide crotch material from ass crack.
But unloading made my son calm and he ignored my gesture. He has other plans too. He ordered me to get down. He brings me near to table.
End of part-1.Continued in Part-II. Please post your comments here.
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