Skip to content The sun dipped low over the horizon as I packed away my camera gear. My hands moved on autopilot, winding cords and tucking lenses into their padded cases. The shoot had gone better than I’d expected. Ashley, a local influencer trying to break into the bikini market through affiliate links, had been easy to work with—even if her poses were a bit provocative. She knew what she wanted, though, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I’d delivered.
“Thanks again, Jake,” she called from the edge of the beach, gathering her things. She bent at the waist, flashing her tan, fit bottom—one I’d snapped several shots of. She looked damn good in a bikini, and if she didn’t make any sales, I’d be surprised. “I’ll tag you when I post them.”
“Sure,” I replied, forcing a small smile as I slung my camera bag over my shoulder. I doubted the tag would bring much traffic my way, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. A gig was a gig, and lately, they’d been few and far between. This one—snagged through a desperate post in a local Facebook group—was my first in over a month.
Once she’d gathered her things, she blew me a kiss and waved before heading off.
As I made my way back to the car, I tried to shake off the weight pressing on my chest. I’d been struggling for a while now, scraping together odd jobs to keep my dream alive. Photography was all I’d ever wanted, but lately, it had been rough. Equipment was expensive. Clients were fickle—unless they were young and beautiful like Ashley. And the competition? Brutal.
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The drive home was quiet—the kind of silence that makes your thoughts loud. My mind wandered to my mother. She was probably in the kitchen by now, sipping her evening tea and scrolling through emails from agencies or photographers. Even after all these years, her career was thriving. And it wasn’t hard to see why.
Mom was … well, she was Mom. Gorgeous, confident, and sweet, all wrapped up in one. But more than that, she had a way of making you feel like you mattered—like your problems were worth solving and your dreams worth chasing. She’d been that for me ever since Dad passed away.
She was a model, but not the kind you’d expect. Despite her success, she didn’t have an ounce of narcissism—the trait I’d seen too often in the industry. Mature, elegant women like her were in high demand, and she made good money because of it. These days, it wasn’t just young girls looking for photos. Women like her had carved out a niche, and she owned it.
I pulled into the driveway and hopped out. Stepping inside, I kicked off my shoes and let the familiar scent of home—and Mom—wash over me. Vanilla with a hint of something floral. I couldn’t name the perfumes she wore, but she always had one on.
“Hey, kiddo,” her voice called from the kitchen.
I winced slightly at the nickname. At six-three, I towered over her, and being called “kiddo” didn’t exactly fit, and I was also twenty years old. But she said it with so much affection, I couldn’t bring myself to complain.
I followed the sound and found her leaning casually against the counter, a steaming mug of tea in hand. Her dark blonde hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face that could’ve been pulled straight from the pages of a magazine. High cheekbones and flawless skin gave her an effortless glow, and her heart-shaped lips curved naturally into the kind of smile most people had to fake for photos. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth, and her strong jawline added an air of confidence that made her beauty almost intimidating.
She was wearing one of those casual but stunning outfits that only she could pull off—a wrap top with a deep V-neck paired with jeans that hugged her figure perfectly. Even as her son, I couldn’t deny she turned heads wherever she went.
“How’d it go?” she asked, her voice warm with genuine interest.
I shrugged, setting my bag down by the door. “Not bad. She seemed happy with the photos.”
Mom smiled, setting her mug down on the counter. “That’s good. One step closer, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, though my tone must’ve given me away. She tilted her head, studying me like she always did when she thought something was wrong.
“Let me see them,” she said, nodding toward my bag. “Come on, I want to see what you’ve been working on.”
“Fine,” I replied, pulling out my camera as we sat down on the couch. She shifted closer, her hip brushing against mine in that casual, familiar way.
I hesitated before flipping through the shots, handing her the camera as she leaned in. Her dark blonde hair brushed my arm, and the faint scent of her perfume filled the space between us.
“That Ashley is a hottie,” Mom said with a teasing giggle.
“Yeah, hard to stay focused, but I hope I pulled it off.”
“You sure did,” she said, scrolling through the photos. “Jake, you’re getting better and better. These are stunning. I mean it.”
“What’s so good about them?”
Mom leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she zoomed in on the images. “Well, for starters, your composition is spot-on. Look at how you framed Ashley here,” she said, pointing to a shot of Ashley arching her back on the sand. “The curve of her spine draws the eye perfectly to her posture. You’ve really captured her energy.”
She flipped to the next photo, a close-up of Ashley walking toward the ocean, the sunlight highlighting her toned figure. “And the lighting here is perfect. The way it hits her from behind emphasizes the curves beautifully. You’ve made her look incredible.”
Heat rose to my neck as Mom continued her analysis, her voice calm and appreciative but undeniably sensual. “And this one,” she said, pausing on a shot of Ashley emerging from the water, droplets cascading down her skin. “The way you caught the light glinting off the water … this is art, Jake.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice a little quieter than I intended. “That means a lot.”
“You should be proud of yourself,” she said, handing the camera back to me with a warm smile. “Really proud.”
For a moment, I let myself believe her. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was getting closer to where I wanted to be.
“Jake,” she said, her tone soft, drawing my attention.
“Yeah?” I asked, turning to her.
“Why do you keep pushing me away?” she asked. She crossed her legs and leaned slightly closer, not breaking eye contact.
We’d talked about this several times before. I didn’t think I was good enough for someone as beautiful as her, but I had gotten better. It wasn’t only that, but there was also the dilemma of trying to capture the sexiest photo of my mother. It felt a bit taboo and forbidden. I couldn’t help myself from slipping into my taboo dreams which happened now and then. I still remembered my first wet dream involving my mother. It felt so real, I could feel her flesh when I lay on top of her with her legs spread. When I woke up, there was a puddle of cum right on the mattress. It wasn’t only a sticky mess but an embarrassing one as well, and one that I tried to forget.
“Come on, tell me,” Mom said, raking her fingers through my hair. “You can’t keep using the excuse that you’re not good enough.”
I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “If I have to take a photo of you,” I started cautiously, “then it has to be the sexiest.”
“And?”
“You’re my mother,” I pointed out, hoping that would end the conversation.
“And?” she repeated, her playful smile never faltering. “It’s only weird if you make it weird. I’ve asked you countless times what you think of my outfits. Is that weird too?”
I shook my head slowly. No, it wasn’t weird—not really. But with how stunning she looked, it definitely fed into thoughts I couldn’t entirely control. Thoughts that sometimes slipped into my forbidden dreams.
“These are excellent photos,” Mom said, glancing down at the camera in her hands. “I’d love to help you out, and you’ll help me at the same time. You’re the only man I trust to work with.”
I chuckled softly. She wasn’t wrong. Mom avoided working with men whenever she could. Her experiences in the industry had left her wary. That’s why her sister, Sofia, acted as her manager and stylist, and why she always insisted on hiring female photographers.
“Listen,” she said. “I have a gig in Hawaii with my good friend Jeanette. It’s for her magazine, promoting a luxury resort. They’re eager to have me, so I know I have some leverage. I’ll tell her I’ll accept—but only if my son takes the photos and gets the credit. How does that sound?”
“What about Sofia?” I asked.
“She caught the flu, unfortunately,” Mom said with a shrug. “So, it’ll just be the two of us. Some alone time.”
“I’m not a stylist, though,” I reminded her.
“We have backups,” she said dismissively. “Not as good as Sofia, but they’ll do.”
I scratched the back of my neck, considering her offer. I’d never been to Hawaii, but I knew it was a photographer’s paradise. The chance to shoot there—and with her connections—was hard to turn down.
“Keep in mind,” she added, her voice dropping slightly, the way it always did when she was persuading me, “I know plenty of beautiful women. You might find yourself inspired.”
“I know you do,” I replied, laughing softly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, deep and captivating. It was hard to look away. “Alright—I’ll come with you.”
Her face lit up with her beautiful smile. She leaned in and pressed her lips to my forehead, leaving a faint, damp mark of lipstick behind. Then she pulled me into a warm hug, her arms wrapping tightly around me. She didn’t hesitate, pressing her soft boobs against my chest, making her gratitude—and her affection—perfectly clear.
*****
The trip to Hawaii felt like a dream. As I sat hip-to-hip with Mom on the flight, the reality of what I’d agreed to finally started to sink in. She’d booked us business-class tickets, of course, and the wide leather seats made it easy to relax—but not so easy to ignore how close we were. Now and then, her arm brushed against mine as she reached for her drink or adjusted the tray table. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice her—the way her hair draped over one shoulder, and the clothing straining against the swell of her breasts. She wore a knit midi dress with high slits, revealing country miles of flesh.
“Relax, Jake,” she said, patting my thigh. “You’re so tense, you’re going to crack a tooth.”
“Just thinking about the job. It’s a big deal.”
“You’ll do great. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t believe in you.”
Whether it was the proximity or my hyper-awareness of her presence, the flight felt longer than it should have.
When we finally landed in Honolulu, my nerves had settled just enough to let me focus on the task ahead. Mom handled the resort check-in, chatting with the staff while I stood back.
“Vanessa!” a warm voice called out. We turned to see Jeanette, Mom’s best friend, approaching. Jeanette was every bit as elegant as I remembered—blonde, tall, and dressed in a pink pencil dress with slits. Her smile widened as her eyes landed on me, and for a split second, I thought I caught interest in her gaze.
“Jeanette, you look incredible,” Mom said, stepping forward to embrace her.
Jeanette returned the hug. The two women weren’t shy, leaning into a full, breasts-mashing embrace that left me half-wondering if a boob would pop out. Jeanette pulled back to give Mom an appraising look. “And you are still as stunning as ever. But Jake, it’s been far too long.”
“It has,” I said, shaking her soft hand. I’d met Jeanette a few times over the years during her visits, but this felt different. This time, I wasn’t just tagging along—I was here to work.
“We’re going to make this campaign unforgettable,” Jeanette said, her gaze lingering just a moment longer than expected. The project—a promotional campaign for the resort, set to run in Jeanette’s magazine—was the kind of opportunity most photographers my age could only dream of. Part of me felt ready to rise to the occasion, but the other part was still wrapping its head around how I’d gotten here.
“We should dump our bags and freshen up first,” Mom said, patting my back lightly. “And take a shower.”
“I’ll wait for you here in the lobby,” Jeanette said with a wink.
Before starting anything, we made our way to the room to drop off our luggage. After an elevator ride, I followed Mom down the corridor. We stopped at our suite, and Mom opened the door.
“Wow,” I muttered as I stepped inside. The room was stunning, spacious and sleek with a beautiful ocean view framed by large windows. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, faintly reminiscent of Mom’s perfume.
“Not bad,” she said, setting her purse on the marble counter. She walked further in and opened the door to the bedroom. I followed, only to stop short when my eyes landed on the bed—a single king-sized one.
“Uh, is this …” I started, glancing at her.
Mom turned, her expression unreadable for a moment before she let out a laugh. “I guess they assumed we’re a couple. I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. The idea of sharing a bed with her was … well, not something I wanted to analyze too much.
“Do you mind if I take a shower first?” Mom asked me.
“Not at all,” I said. “I can get the camera ready and also set up my laptop.”
“You’re the best,” Mom said, smiling. She rose to her feet, and my eyes were glued on her bottom as her hips swayed beneath her dress. She closed the bathroom door, and I felt my cock twitch. Great, I was already hard. I tried to get my mind off something else, getting the camera out of the bag, but it was near impossible as I heard how she slipped out of her clothes.
I glanced at the keyhole, wondering how she would look like nude. I shook my head, knowing it was a risk, and she would most likely catch me if I dared. I waited till she turned on the water, listening to how she hummed a heavenly melody.
But curiosity gnawed at me, tempting me to take just one look. Slowly, I rose to my feet and crept toward the bathroom door.
An inch away from the door, I hesitated. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t resist. Slowly, I lowered myself to peer through the keyhole. At first, all I could see was a cloud of steam. But as my eyes adjusted, shapes began to emerge from the mist. Mom’s silhouette came into focus followed by her feminine curves partially obscured by the wisps.
She stood with her back to me, water cascading down her body. Her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, dark blonde strands. Droplets traced down the curve of her spine, disappearing into the small of her back.
The steam swirled and parted, revealing glimpses of forbidden nude flesh. The swell of her hips, the roundness of her bottom, the lean muscles of her thighs—all on display for short moments before being veiled again by the mist. It was like watching a sensual dance, her body appearing and vanishing in the steam.
“Wow … you’re gorgeous.”
She turned slightly, and I caught a flash of the side of her breast, full and perky despite her age. Her arm moved across her body, hand gliding over smooth skin as she washed herself.
“Jake?” she called for me while the water still cascaded over her.
I froze.
“Jake, are you there?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“I forgot my toiletry bag with all the shampoos. Do you mind fetching it for me?”
“Uhm, sure,” I said. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I thought she’d just caught me peeking at her. I headed to her bag. I zipped it open, immediately greeted by her natural, honeyed scent. It was like stepping into a flower shop, sweet and intoxicating. Her suitcase was packed with feminine clothes—skimpy bikinis, sexy swimsuits, mini skirts, and pencil dresses. I couldn’t help but chuckle. We weren’t supposed to be staying here long, yet it seemed like she’d packed an entire wardrobe.
My amusement faltered when my eyes landed on her panties. My cock stirred as I held up a pair. They were pink, like cotton candy, and just as skimpy as I imagined. I quickly set them down, but my hand bumped into something stiff at the bottom of her luggage.
Curious, I unzipped a smaller hidden compartment and froze. Inside was a stash of sex toys. My eyes widened as I pulled out a vibrator, sticky to the touch, carrying the unmistakable scent of a woman. Next to it was a purple dildo, equally as sticky.
“Wow,” I murmured, staring at her collection in disbelief.
My heart raced as I quickly put everything back where I’d found it, trying not to think too hard about what I’d just touched. I finally grabbed her toiletry bag and zipped the suitcase closed.
Knocking softly on the bathroom door, I steadied my voice as best I could. “Mom? I’ve got your things.”
“Come in,” Mom called over the sound of running water.
I hesitated, then slowly opened the door, averting my eyes from the shower. “I’ll put it here,” I said, setting it on the counter.
“Thanks, sweetie,” she said. Through the steamy glass, I could make out her silhouette—all curves and long limbs. I felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the humid air.
“No problem,” I mumbled, hurrying out and shutting the door behind me.
I collapsed onto the bed, my mind reeling. The toys—It shouldn’t surprise me. My mother became horny like any other woman, which shouldn’t have been surprising, given how stunning she was. But imagining her using those toys, and wearing that skimpy underwear, had an effect on me that I wish it hadn’t.
I tried to focus on setting up my equipment, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Mom’s curves through the shower glass. By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her skin flushed and glowing, I was achingly hard.
“All yours,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the bathroom. “Also, I’d recommend Not Your Mother’s Beach Babe Shampoo,” Mom said with a playful grin.
I blinked at her, unsure if she was serious. “That’s the actual name?”
She giggled and nodded. “Go see for yourself.”
“Alright,” I said, stepping into the bathroom. The warm, humid air was already infused with her signature, heavenly scent. I undressed quickly and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. The space felt cozy, but as I scanned the shelves, I noticed an almost ridiculous number of shampoo bottles—at least a dozen.
Eventually, I found the one she’d mentioned, and sure enough, the label read Not Your Mother’s Beach Babe Shampoo. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I poured some into my palm and lathered it into my hair.
Once I finished and turned off the water, I reached for a towel and realized I’d made a mistake—I’d forgotten to grab clothes. I hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Mom, can you bring me some clothes?”
“Sure, sweetie,” she replied, her voice carrying easily through the door.
I heard Mom rummaging through my suitcase, then a soft knock at the bathroom door.
“Here you go,” she said. The door opened just a crack and her hand appeared, holding a bundle of clothes.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, reaching out to take them. She closed the door, and I quickly dried off and got dressed, trying to calm my forbidden thoughts. When I exited the bathroom, Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a pencil skirt and a top. She looked up and smiled.
“How’s the shampoo?” she asked.
“You tell me.”
She drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Wonderful,” she said and playfully ruffled my hair. “I want to show you something.” She patted the spot on the bed next to her, and I sat down. She placed a magazine on her lap and flipped to a page featuring a model lying on a beach. The woman wasn’t fully nude—her breasts were covered with sand—but the image left little to the imagination. It was undeniably erotic, and my body responded involuntarily.
“Why are you showing me this?”
“I thought we could try something similar,” she said casually. “Jeanette’s taught me a lot about marketing. Less clothing means more sales.”
I swallowed hard, the reality of her suggestion sinking in. She wanted me to take semi-nude photos of her. The thought made my mind race. As if sensing my hesitation, she placed a gentle hand on mine.
“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” she said softly.
“No,” I said, studying the photos and imagining Mom in them. “I think they’ll look good … It’s just that I don’t have any experience with nude photography.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” she said with a wink.
I nodded. “I guess there is,” I said.
“Do your best,” Mom encouraged, her tone warm.
I shook my head with a small smile. “I’ll do my best—and leave you satisfied.”
“That’s better.”
We headed out to meet Jeanette again. She also had to comment on how good I smelled. She guided us through the luxury resort. We passed well-trimmed gardens and infinity pools, and lastly, we ended up at the private beach.
I shielded my eyes from the glaring sun. The day was bright and sunny, with a couple of seagulls squawking overhead. The waves were bigger here than in California, and it was easy to see why Hawaii was known as the mecca of surfing.
Mom sat in a chair near the changing tent, two young women attended to her. They were busy applying foundation, lipstick, and layers of makeup to perfect her already flawless features.
Meanwhile, I adjusted my camera gear, focusing on the task ahead.
Jeanette approached me, her hips swaying and her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. She stopped near me, her smile lingering just long enough to make her interest clear.
“You have a beautiful mother,” Jeanette said, glancing over at Mom.
“Thanks,” I replied, sparing a quick look at Mom before returning my attention to my camera.
“And she passed on her beauty to you.”
“Appreciate it,” I said, a faint blush creeping up my cheeks.
“I mean it,” she continued, leaning slightly toward me. “You’ve got great features—strong jawline, nice eyes, and you’re tall. You must hear that all the time.”
“Sometimes,” I admitted, adjusting the camera strap on my shoulder in an attempt to focus.
The women working on Mom’s makeup chatted softly, occasionally glancing my way, but my attention kept drifting back to Jeanette. The way she held eye contact felt deliberate like she enjoyed making me squirm.
“Don’t be so modest,” Jeanette said, her voice dropping slightly. “You’re going to have to get used to people noticing you, especially in this business.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied, trying to sound composed.
Her smile widened, and she gave my shoulder a light pat. “Good. Confidence looks good on you, Jake.”
As much as I tried to concentrate on the setup, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind her words. Jeanette wasn’t being subtle, and it left me feeling a little off balance.
“We’re going to make this shoot unforgettable,” she said, stepping back but keeping her eyes on me. “Don’t let me down.”
“I’ll do my best,” I replied, finally breaking eye contact and pretending to check my gear again.
I took a deep breath as Mom stepped out from the changing tent in a skimpy white microkini. The thin fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
“Ready when you are,” Mom called, striking a pose with one hand on her hip.
I raised the camera, looking at her through the viewfinder. “Let’s start with some basic shots to warm up,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Just relax and be natural.”
Mom nodded and began doing a series of poses—arching her back, tossing her hair, gazing out at the ocean. I snapped away, catching her natural beauty. The early morning light was perfect as if it were made for her.
“These are looking great,” I said encouragingly. “Now let’s try some by the water.”
We moved closer to the shore, where the waves lapped gently at the sand. I directed Mom to walk along the edge of the surf, letting the water splash around her feet. The sea breeze tousled her hair, giving her a carefree look.
“Perfect,” I called out. “Now turn and look over your shoulder.”
Mom did as instructed, glancing back with a flirtatious smile. I caught the moment her eyes met the camera, and it was perfect.
After a while, Mom suggested we move on to the nude shots. My hands trembled a little as she untied her bikini top. I looked away, not wanting to be caught checking her out like this. I also had a feeling Jeanette was watching my reaction.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked.
I turned to her, and she cupped her breasts with one arm, preserving some modesty. I swallowed hard. “Um, let’s start with you lying on your stomach in the sand. We’ll do some back shots first.”
Mom nodded and got into position, stretching out on the warm sand. While she did so, I caught a quick glimpse of her pink nipples and areolas. I circled around her, capturing different angles. The curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the elegant line of her legs—She was sexy.
“These are great,” I said, reviewing the shots. “But we need something more for the ad. Maybe we could try the sand covering technique?”
“Good idea,” Mom agreed. She sat up, still covering her boobs with her hand. “You’ll need to apply the sand though. You have steadier hands than me.”
I froze, staring at her in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “You’re the only guy here, and you know what will look good. I trust you.”
Taking a deep breath, I set my camera aside and knelt next to her. Mom uncovered her breasts, and my jaw was about to drop. “Wow,” I murmured. They were sculpted to perfection, round, firm with small, erect nipples. Her cleavage could easily catch a pen.
“Jake,” Mom reminded me, waking me up.
“Sorry,” I said. With trembling hands, I scooped up some damp sand and began carefully applying it to her breasts. I tried to be professional, but I couldn’t help noticing the softness of her skin. My fingers brushed against the swell of her breasts as I smoothed the sand. Her boobs jiggled for every poke. I couldn’t believe she allowed me to touch her breasts.
Mom’s eyes were closed, her expression serene as I worked. “How’s it looking?” she asked softly.
“Good,” I managed to reply, my voice slightly hoarse. “Just need to add a bit more here.”
I applied another layer of sand, making sure her nipples were fully covered.
“Okay, I think that’s good,” I said, sitting back on my heels. “Let me grab the camera and we’ll see how it looks.”
Mom sat perfectly still as I retrieved my camera and began snapping photos.
“These are beautiful,” I said honestly, reviewing the images. “Really artistic.”
She smiled, her eyes still closed. “I’m glad. Should we try some standing shots now?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Carefully stand up and we’ll see if the sand stays in place.”
Mom rose to her feet, cupping her breasts to keep the sand covering in place. I circled around her, capturing shots from different angles.
“Turn towards the ocean,” I directed. “And maybe lift your arms up, like you’re embracing the sun.”
She did as instructed, raising her arms above her head. Her bottom was stunning as well. “Mind if I put some sand on your rear?” I asked. “I think it will look better.”
“I’m waiting,” she said, giving me the green light.
I scooped up some sand and gently covered her butt with it. She was so warm and soft. I could touch her for the rest of my life. She struck the pose again, and I quickly snapped several photos.
“I think we’ve got it,” I said after a few more shots. “These are going to be amazing for the ad.”
Mom lowered her arms and turned to face me, a proud smile on her face. “You did a great job. Very professional.”
“I agree,” I said and was still stunned from the nude photos and how close I’d gotten to her.
****
After we’d eaten dinner with Jeanette, we retreated to the bedroom. It had been a long day, but it had gone better than I’d expected. Mom had been sincere, and so had Jeanette. The photos turned out great, even though guiding her into some of the sexiest poses had felt slightly awkward, especially without her clothes on.
When she showered, I didn’t feel the urge to peek this time—unlike earlier. I’d already seen her naked, and I’d been left with an awkward, aching erection I hadn’t known what to do with.
It took Mom about an hour to finish in the bathroom. No wonder she was still a highly paid model—she took impeccable care of herself. Her hair was freshly fanned out, and the purple nightgown she wore draped loosely over her body, except where it strained against her breasts. My eyes caught the subtle outline of her nipples poking through the fabric, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. Somehow, I doubted she had on panties.
When I stepped into the shower, I debated whether I should masturbate or not to her, but it felt so wrong. It felt as if I was taking things too far, but at the same time, my testicles were aching. I sighed. This was the dilemma I feared when I agreed to do this. I had no choice but to embrace the pain.
I finished my shower and put on my underwear, tucking my erection into the waistband for some discretion. For extra coverage, I wrapped a towel around my waist. When I stepped out, luckily she was in the hall. I managed to dive under the sheets just before she walked in.
She swung her feet onto the bed and lay down on her side, facing me.
“Isn’t it too hot with the sheets?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Nah, it’s alright,” I replied, though the real source of heat in the room was her.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, her tone filled with warmth. “Proud of the beautiful photos you took today.”
“They were good, but not super good,” I said, downplaying it.
“You’re wrong,” she said, her gaze steady. “You definitely have a bright future ahead of you. I’m really glad you made up your mind and joined me for this.”
“I’m glad you talked me into it,” I admitted.
“It wasn’t as weird as you thought it would be, right?” she asked.
“No,” I said after a moment. It wasn’t weird—not in the way I’d feared—but it was painful in another sense. Painful and forbidden, two sensations I wasn’t sure how to deal with just yet.
“I’m glad you didn’t find it strange, directing your own mother in those poses.”
I swallowed hard, trying not to think about how her body had looked through the lens. “It was fine. Just like any other shoot,” I lied.
She reached out and gently stroked my cheek. “You’re such a good boy, Jake. Always so considerate of my feelings.”
Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I could smell her freshly washed skin, a mix of tropical shampoo and her natural scent. It was intoxicating.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, not trusting myself to say more.
“Get some rest. We’ve got more work to do tomorrow,” she said with a soft smile.
“I know,” I replied. “I promise I’ll make the photos even better.”
“That’s what I love about you—you’re always trying to outdo yourself. Nighty night.”
“Good night,” I said, closing my eyes and trying to drift off to sleep.
The gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore filled my dreams as I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I found myself back on the beach from earlier, but this time it was deserted except for Mom and me. The golden light of sunset bathed everything in a warm, sensual glow.
Mom approached me, wearing the bikini from earlier. “Jake,” she said, her hand sliding down to her honeypot, “I need your help with something.”
Before I could respond, she suddenly had a vibrator in her hand. I blinked as she held it out to me.
“Please,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.
As if in a trance, I took the vibrator from her. Pulling down her bikini bottom, Mom lay back on the sand. I knelt beside her, my hand shaking slightly as I brought the vibrator down between her thighs.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I pressed the vibrator against her. I watched in awe as pleasure overwhelmed her, her back arching off the sand.
“That’s it, my son,” she purred. “Right there.”
I moved the vibrator in slow circles, mesmerized by her reactions. Her skin flushed pink as her breathing quickened. She reached out and grasped my free hand, entwining our fingers.
The dream began to fade. I blinked awake, disoriented. The room was dark except for moonlight filtering through the curtains. But the buzzing continued, along with muffled whimpers coming from beside me.
I turned my head slowly, my eyes widening. Mom lay on her back, the sheets pushed down to her waist. Her nightgown was bunched up around her hips, and between her spread legs, I could see the outline of a vibrator moving in circles.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted as she panted softly. One hand gripped the sheets while the other worked the toy. I watched, paralyzed, as she writhed in pleasure.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “Oh.”
I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. With a choked gasp, her back arched off the bed as she climaxed. The vibrator’s buzz muffled as she pressed it hard against herself.
As the climax subsided, Mom’s eyes fluttered open. Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned her head and our gazes met in the dim light. For a long moment, we just stared at each other, frozen.
“Jake,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have … This was so inappropriate of me.”
I swallowed hard, feeling bad for her. “It’s okay, Mom,” I said. “Really, it’s fine.”
She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. “No, it’s not. I should have more self-control. You shouldn’t have to see your mother like … like that.”
We lay in silence for a few moments, the only sound was our uneven breathing. Finally, Mom spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just … I’ve been so lonely since your father passed,” she admitted. “I know it’s no excuse, but sometimes I just need … release. It helps me sleep.” She let out a shaky sigh. “I usually do this before bed, but with you here, I thought I could wait. Clearly, I was wrong.”
I felt even worse for her now. I turned to face her, finding her eyes glistening with unshed tears in the dim light. “Mom, it’s okay,” I said. “I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I mean, we all masturbate.”
A tear trailed down her cheek. “You’re so dear to me. So understanding. I don’t deserve you.”
Without thinking, I reached out and gently wiped the tear away. “Don’t say that. You’re an amazing mother, and even more so to have raised me by yourself, while being in the limelight.”
My father died when I was five, so I didn’t have any memories of him. All I knew was that my mother was dedicated to raising me well, and she’d succeeded.
“Thank you.”
“We all have needs, right? I don’t mind. Really.”
A small, grateful smile tugged at her lips. “You always know how to make me feel better.” She reached out to pat my thigh, but her hand landed directly on my erection. Her eyes widened as she realized where she had just touched.
“Oh.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
“Did I cause that?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
“Yes… it’s one of the reasons I was hesitant to agree to this in the first place.”
“But can’t we be open about this instead?” she asked. “If you’ve been like this all day, and I just woke you up, I feel really guilty.”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re not okay if you’ve been like that the entire day.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, hardly believing we were even discussing this. This was uncharted and forbidden territory.
“Let me go down on you,” she said with a sweet, sincere smile. “Let me do something for you after everything you’ve done for me.”
She caressed my bulge, and I knew I couldn’t resist her offer.
“Please, for your sake,” she added softly.
“Alright, fine,” I said, giving in.
“Where do you want me to be?” she asked, her voice soft yet teasing.
“I want to lie down with you in front of me,” I replied.
“As you wish,” she said and moved into position, putting the sheets aside. Slowly, she curled her fingers around the waistband of my underwear and began pulling it down. She moved carefully, and once the waistband cleared my cock, she wrapped her soft hand around it.
“Young gun, huh?” she teased, her tone playful.
“I guess,” I said awkwardly, bracing myself for the heat of the moment.
She licked her lips, making it obvious she was salivating. Leaning closer, her delicate hands stroked me up and down with ease. “It’s been so many years,” she murmured, almost to herself.
Then, she leaned forward and started at the base, her tongue gliding slowly from the bottom all the way to the tip. It felt like time had slowed as her glistening saliva spread over every inch of my shaft.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to contain my reaction.
Reaching the base again, she locked eyes with me as she planted soft, deliberate kisses along my length, her lips lingering until she reached the peak.
“Here we go,” she said, opening her mouth and sliding my erection over her tongue. She closed her lips around me, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed, sending waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through my body.
“That sucking you do is amazing,” I said, my voice thick with awe and arousal.
Once Mom heard me, she sucked even harder, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh god, Mom,” I groaned, my fingers tangling in her silky hair.
She hummed in response, the vibrations sending an extra jolt of pleasure through me. She pulled away for a brief moment, a string of saliva trailing from her bottom lip to my tip. “I want to make you feel as good as possible,” she said, her face glowing with joy.
“It feels like you’re taking me to heaven,” I replied, my voice breathless.
With a satisfied smile, she leaned back down, her lips parting as she glided my cock into her mouth, her soft lips stretching to accommodate my girth.
Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. Saliva pooled around my shaft, and she made dirty wet sounds as she worked me with enthusiasm.
Mom’s tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of my cock as she pulled back, then flattened against me as she took me in again. The sight of her lips stretched around me, her eyes gazing up lovingly, was almost too much to bear.
“You’re so good at this,” I panted. It was like she put all her love and effort into making me feel good—exactly what a good mother would do.
She winked, then shocked me by relaxing her throat and taking me all the way to the base. The tight, wet heat of her throat gripping me tore a moan from my chest. Mom held me there for a long moment, lips against my groin, before slowly pulling back, gasping slightly.
“How was that?” she asked, her voice husky and full of satisfaction.
“Incredible,” I replied, my chest rising and falling with each breath. There was so much spit coating me it looked like I’d already blown a load. “Geez, it’s so wet.”
She smiled wickedly before diving back down, this time bobbing her head rapidly as she took me deep over and over. Saliva dripped down my shaft and balls as Mom sucked me with all her passion. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by my groans of pleasure. She was taking me to heaven—a sensation I’d never experienced in my life. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as it started becoming unbearable. Mom must have sensed it too, because she pulled off with a pop and looked up at me.
“Where do you want to finish?” she asked, her hand still stroking me.
“In your mouth,” I gasped. “Please.”
She nodded and took me between her lips once more, sucking hard without using her hands and taking me deep. Unable to resist, I began thrusting gently against her mouth, my fingers gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through me. It was the most intense sensation I’d ever experienced, and when I came, it felt like an explosion, and I jolted. She kept her lips sealed around me as I erupted, swallowing pulse after pulse of my cum. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, filled with love and desire. When the last spasm faded, she gave me one final suck before letting me slip from her mouth. My cock landed right on my thigh, lifeless after that heavenly blow job.
Mom licked her lips and crawled up to me. “So … how was that?”
“I’m speechless.”
She draped her arm over my shoulder as she lay on her side. I turned toward her, my eyes meeting her sparkling blue ones. “Thank you,” I said softly.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, her voice warm. “I’m glad I could make you feel good. It means the world to me.”
“It didn’t feel taboo?” I asked, searching her expression.
She shook her head gently. “It felt like love.”
“I agree.”
“We should try to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, settling back onto my side of the bed. “Goodnight, Mom.”
“Goodnight, Jake,” she replied softly.
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading and your support 🙏 The full story is 66k words long and contains way more than a blowjob. You can find it on my website: Supermodel Mom + nude photos of Mom included!