My Son’s Friends
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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My Son’s Friends
Until now my life had been quite tragic, I lost my parents at an early age and my husband died from cancer ten years ago. I’d gotten married at eighteen because I was pregnant, but for the most part it was a happy marriage. I was now 37 and my son had just turned eighteen, and whenever I looked at him I saw something of his father.
I still had a good figure as I worked out and ran every other day, at least four miles. I was starting to get lonely though, and with no other women friends I began to withdraw into myself. I think my son noticed, as he tried to perk me up on a number of occasions bless him. Anyway, he and his friends had started up a camera club, after I’d paid for a really expensive camera for his eighteenth birthday. His friends who were all nineteen were named George, Phillip, Greg and Daniel and they quite often came around for my son.
On the day that they all came around with the intention of going into the woods for a photo shoot in the wild I had a surprise for them. I had a large basement in my house, and there was one room which I thought would make a perfect darkroom for the guys to develop their films, and so I’d converted it. I placed a couple of sinks in there, for the developing fluids and put several lines up for the guys to hang their pictures. Not even Barry my son, knew that I’d done all of this and when he saw it he couldn’t stop thanking me, as was the case with his friends.
I spent many days down there watching them mess with their pictures, and was always impressed with how good some of them were. It was three months later that this story really began though, because they’d gotten to the stage where they wanted to photograph live subjects. It was George who asked me if I would pose for the guys, and at first I said no. Yet with each person they bought down to that basement, usually some young girl who didn’t really have their heart and soul into the thing, their photo’s only seemed to come out as ok but nothing special.
I was looking at my figure in the mirror one morning, and thought to myself, ‘what harm could it do just to let them take a few shots of me. I mean I still had it, and I knew that the enthusiasm would be there. I waited until someone asked me again, and pretended to give in by saying ok I’ll do it just this once.
When the weekend came along they all had their cameras ready and I was asking them what they wanted me to wear. At least half of them wanted me to wear something sexy, while the other half wanted me to wear whatever I was comfortable in. In the end I felt daring so I wore a summer dress that came down to about six inches past my crotch, and knew that I had the legs to pull it off. It was a low cut and very thin dress, so it showed off all the right curves. I looked in the mirror after putting it on and it brought back memories of when my husband and I went on the town in the height of summer. I decided against a bra as I had pretty firm breasts, and after all they did say sexy. I put a thong on so as to hide the panty lines at the back and stood ready to show them the goods.
When I walked into the room in the basement, I received several wolf whistles and even my son was impressed.
“Mom you look stunning,” he said, with nods of agreement coming from his friends.
I noticed that they’d set up a back drop consisting of a large picture that depicted a wooded area, and in front were actual logs and a make shift camp fire. In front of them were the lights, and for comfort I was to sit on a green rug for some of the shots that looked a lot like grass, at least it would in the pictures. There was a fold up camp chair in the middle of this lot and that was where they wanted me to sit to begin with.
I asked them what type of poses they wanted me to go for, and they all had different ideas for that one. In the end I told them to take it in turns to ask for a position, and I’d do my best to accommodate them. So it began, and the first one to ask me for something was Greg.
“Could you fold your legs, sit up straight and turn your head as if to look behind you,” he said, getting ready.
I did as I was told, and after a few flashes from the cameras I was then asked for another position and so on until finally they’d gotten enough of me for one day. I must admit I quite enjoyed all the attention, and was looking forward to seeing the pictures after they’d been developed. We all sat talking for a couple of hours while we waited for my son to develop them and when he had he called us through into the dark room.
“Wow, some of these are really good guys,” I said, walking along the lines my son had hung them up on and taking in the best ones.
“Yeah, that’s my favorite,” replied Barry, pointing to the one he meant.
In it my hair had caught a draft and was slightly blown back and my legs stood out from the glare of the lights, but my breasts in that one totally dominated the picture. I had to admit after seeing all the others that that one was my favorite as well. After the best were picked out by each of the guys, they all wanted me to pose in other outfits so that they could all build up a portfolio. I hadn’t expected that, I figured it would be a one time deal. In the end I agreed though, and we set the next date for the next day as they were all out of college for another couple of weeks.
After they’d gone I realized I hadn’t asked what they wanted me to wear for that day, so I asked my son.
“We were kind of hoping you’d wear something even more sexy than today, like lingerie for instance.”
“You’re joking right?” I replied, not quite believing what he was asking.
“No I’m not, they all thought you looked great today and wanted to see more of you,” he said.
“I’m not sure about that Barry, I mean it’s a bit much asking your mother to pose for so many guys while wearing so little,” I replied, hoping he’d see it my way.
“I don’t know what you’re concerned about, you’ll still be covered, and they wouldn’t see any more than they did today. I don’t think you realize what a great body you’ve got mom, and the guys really like you. Besides I told them you wouldn’t mind.”
I didn’t know what to say after that, and went up stairs to see what I had in the way of lingerie. I had three sets of that kind of underwear, and without doubt the best and sexiest one was my red laced one. My husband had always liked seeing me in that one as it went well with my blonde hair. It consisted of a bra, panties and a garter. I put it on to see what I looked like, because I hadn’t worn it for years. I noticed straight away that my bust must have gained a size as they were positively bulging over the bra which wasn’t as stretchy as my newer ones. I still looked good in it though, and wondered if I dared pose in it.
When the next day came along I found myself getting excited, mainly because I’d decided to wear the red one but partly because of all the guys that would be taking shots of me. When they arrived I was asked if I wouldn’t mind posing on a motor bike, which they’d set up in the garage. I didn’t see anything wrong with that, so I agreed. After a brief chat I went up stairs and put my outfit on, only now did I feel nervous but after taking a deep breath I opened the door and went back down stairs.
The garage which was attached to the house went completely quiet as I entered it, and all eyes were fixed on me. It made me feel hot, and to my surprise I felt a little frisky as well.
“Ok…where do you want me,” I said, only then noticing the motor bike with the same backdrop as the day before. “I guess over here?”
For some reason I didn’t expect the bike to be so big, as I had trouble getting on it while it was on the stand. It was all black which went well with my costume, and sitting astride it I felt comfortable. I turned to see the boys, and as yet they still hadn’t taken their eyes off me from when I entered the room.
“Ok guys snap out of it, are we going to do this or what?” I said, making them move.
“Geez guys you’d think you’d never seen a woman in her under wear before,” commented my son.
They all laughed and then proceeded to get their cameras ready for the days shoot. It wasn’t until they surrounded me that I started to feel conscious of what I was doing, but it was far too late to back out now. The first lot of shots involved me holding onto the handle bars, and they had a fan going off in front of me and out of camera shot. That of course made my hair fly back and they got some good shots from that one. Next I was asked to stand in front of the bike and pose in several positions both on and off it.
It was when I was asked to lie on the bike with the back of my head on the handle bars that the first thing happened. I’d just gotten into my position when my left breast popped out and over the skimpy bra that was holding it, and I was completely exposed. I sat up quickly and straightened my self out, but I could feel my cheeks flushing and knew that I’d probably turned a bright scarlet. I’d noticed that all the cameras had captured that one, and made a mental note to get them after they were developed. I then tried to carry on as if nothing had happened, which is when my son said he was going to get some more film from the store and that we should continue and not wait for him. I told him to be careful out there, and the shoot continued.
When he’d gone, Greg asked if I would stand on the opposite side of the bike and pose seductively. I immediately went around to the side of the bike and leaned forward on the seat, I knew that my cleavage would be prominent in that position and off they went again with their cameras. I don’t know whether it was because my son was no longer there, or the fact that I was alone with four good looking young men but I started to feel hot, as in sexy.
“Why don’t a couple of you guys pose with me for a couple of pictures?” I suggested.
Both Philip and Daniel were there in a second, and standing on either side of me. I started off by turning my back slightly away from Daniel and placed his hand onto my waist while I faced Philip and told him to place his hand just under my breast as if he was going to grab it and a few shots were taken.
“Something a little sexier,” shouted out Greg.
To me that sounded like a challenge, and I know I shocked them when I suddenly removed my top. I figured topless was alright, I mean I’d been topless at plenty of beaches in the past and to the scrutiny of total strangers, so why not in the privacy of my own home. This time the two guys were facing me and I actually placed Philip’s hand onto one breast, the pictures were coming thick and fast. Then Philip and Daniel decided that they wanted to take pictures for themselves and went back to their cameras.
I seemed to be getting more and more daring, as if this event had brought out the slut in me. I think it was the proximity of so many men all staring at me that was doing it, because my very next move even shocked me. I put one leg up onto the seat of the bike and I knew my panties were stretching to the limit and couldn’t contain everything. I couldn’t quite see what I was revealing, but I could feel a draft down there and knew that my panties had shifted to one side.
They all seemed to want close ups, and the more this went on the hornier I got. I started to feel my nipples hardening, and then I felt wet between my legs. In hindsight I should’ve stopped right there, but I was enjoying this too much. Then I allowed it to go too far, when Greg couldn’t seem to contain himself any more and suddenly pulled my panties to one side and started to lick me down there. I was still on the seat and was forced to lay back on it, as he’d totally taken me by surprise. I know I should’ve stopped him, but it felt so good when he began to suck on my bud.