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From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: "Photo" (mf, teen, inc, voy)
Date: 12 Nov 1995 15:00:38 GMT
Message-ID: <48526m$l2h@kryten.awinc.com>


Taking pictures can be a great way to discover women 
this teen finds out.


Disclaimer:

All characters are fictional and a figment <g>
of my over-active imagination.  Constructive
e-mail is welcome.



Photo - Chapter I
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by Caesar (92)

It began on the way home from school.  Rod had
stayed late, working with his fellow students on
the school yearbook, and was carrying a school 35mm
camera home with him.  The thrills of capturing
life on a still picture was initially exciting to
the teen, but soon lost its thrill.  Though it was
plainly obvious to everyone that he was a natural
talent for capturing the "perfect" view.

It was six o'clock and the sun was down below the
horizon and the winter chill cutting through the
young mans parka.  Walking through the alleys had
always been a short cut when going home or
returning to school.  Yet, this was the first time
he was carrying the school camera and accessories,
in a insulated photo bag.  Coming upon his block,
Rob saw that the lights were off in his house,
everyone having gone out to supper.  Yet the next
door neighbours lights were one, allowing him to
see clearly into the large window overlooking the
back yard.

Perhaps it was a harmless and adolescent thought
that charged his actions, and Rod brought out the
camera and fitted a telephoto lens to it.  He
lifted his new "toy" to his eye, conscious of the
cold metal upon his skin.  Yet what he saw through
his lens startled him, and pleasantly excited his
passions.  Through the open window he could see
into the dining room where Mrs. Wilson lay naked
upon the large table.  Naked, with legs spread, and
facing towards Rod and his camera.

At first he didn't understand what she was doing,
just the simple pleasure of seeing his attractive
neighbour naked was enough.  Though he realized her
hands were busy, one upon her breast and the other
between her legs.  The lens was strong enough to
see that her fingers actually moved within the
folds of her sex.  Mrs. Wilson was masturbating.

Rob wasn't completely unexperienced as some may
believe, his interests had allowed him to acquire a
sizable collection of adult magazines and even one
old adult movie.  Though the only experience he had
ever had with seeing the live female body was with
his older sister, when he accidently walked in upon
her shower.

With shaking hands, not from the cold, Rod pulled
his gloves off and then hurriedly began to load the
old camera with film.  He realized that the cold
would make the film brittle in only a few moments,
and his actions were as fast as he could go.
Finally he began to click, the lens capturing the
exciting action as the woman next door was rotating
her lower half while moulding and manipulating her
large raised breast.
In the fourth picture something moved in the lower
corner of his lens and he focused upon that portion
of the room.  Someone's dark mane of hair was seen
over the edge of a high backed chair, and lower
near the floor, bare feet.  The equally startled
the young man and barely noticed that Mrs. Wilson
had stopped her actions and was standing talking
towards the unseen person.

The chair, and man, moved slightly to the side and
a large hard penis was seen over the edge of the
chairs arm.  As Rod watched, the thin woman knelt
before the man and without hesitation took the pole
into her mouth.  Her head began to bob up and down,
and a large hand grasped her curly brown hair and
head, ensuring the momentum not be broken.

The cold was seeping into the teens bones, yet he
attempted to ignore his discomfort as he caught
several more images of action before him.  It was
much better than reading magazines or watching his
porn movie.  Yet the blowjob was lasting much
longer than Rod expected and he was down to only a
few more frames of film.  As this thought came to
mind, the man pulled the pretty face from his lap
and the cock shot upon her still open mouth and
sweaty skin.

Two more pictures captured the scene as Mrs.
Wilson's face was rubbed against the shotting cock,
the pearly white sperm landing upon her pale skin
and even getting into her hair.  All this she took
gladly and happily, her mouth open the whole time,
her tongue often licking the cock or flicking the
head of the shooting cock.  The man shakily stood.

Rod only had one more picture and just as the man
turned towards the camera he captured the final
image into his camera.  That was of Mrs. Wilson's
cum soaked face, and hair, smiling up at Joe
Soulman, the old retired widower from across the
street.  The young man had naturally, and wrongly,
assumed Mrs. Wilson was enjoying the pleasures of
Mr. Wilson's cock.


Photo - Chapter II
==================
by Caesar

His initial discovery and enjoyment of the
voyeuristic pleasure he had undergone was enough
for the youth to realised the possible pleasure in
capturing another sexual encounter on film.  Yet
almost nightly he had lingered about the alley
behind his own house, but not once was he able to
enjoy another session.  And with the weather
getting even more miserable, he further hindered
from the nightly excursions.  To his own surprise
and delight the second chance for him was in his
own home, a thought that hadn't been seriously
considered before.

Having taken a keener interest in photography and
all the technical aspects that it included, Rod was
sitting reading a photo book from the school
library when the sounds of his older sister coming
home resounded about the house.  It was late and
his parents were already sleeping, and after
looking quickly at the clock next to his bed,
discovered that his sister was home late from her
date.  Luckily their parents were asleep.

Time went quickly by, as he considered looking upon
the images of Mrs. Wilson yet again, having taken
careful use of the developing lab at school.  But
he realized that his sister was unnaturally quiet
in the house upon her return, so he walked out of
his room and into the depths of his house.  Tami,
his older sister by two years was laying, as if
asleep, upon the couch.

She was still dressed in one of her nicer dresses,
and even her coat was left on but open.  The closer
he got, the smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes
was very apparent.  A little confused, Rod shook
his sisters shoulder to wake her.  At first gently,
then soon, with more strength.  He even spoke her
name several times, to no effect.  Just when he was
about to give up, realizing his sister was drunk,
that she finally moved.  Tami moved her head away
from him and moved her body into a more comfortable
laying position.

Rod left her as she lay, sibling maliciousness
towards her, hoping his father would find her
laying there passed out.  Then she would be in
hell.  Yet only moments after returning to his
room, did the idea come upon him.  Was this not the
chance he was hoping for?  Well, it wasn't exactly
as he hoped for, nor what he planned.

It took only seconds to load his camera with low
light film, thirty-six exposures and return to the
living room.  Tami lay as he left her.

He stood over her semi-comatose body contemplating
the step he was about to undertake.  This was more
than simply capturing a faraway image, this time he
would have to participate to some extent.  Though,
nothing besides capturing her flesh on film ever
came upon his thoughts.

Tami was considerably attractive.  Her still taunt
body slim and lithe.  With small, almost flat,
breasts, slim hips and tiny waist.  Yet, Rod would
say the most appealing feature of his sister was
her long legs and up higher, her round firm
buttocks.  He convinced himself of the "true" value
of his intentions.

With his free hand, the teen moved the long heavy
coat to either side of his sisters body.  She
didn't move at all.  Yet the sight wasn't enough,
the young man had seen his sister in a dress many
times.  And could look in a family album for photos
of this type.  No, he would need to indulge more.

Since the zipper to her dress was in the back, he
immediately moved down to her legs and
undramatically lifted the hem of her tight skirt up
to her waist.  The sight awaiting him surprised and
excited him.  His sister was wearing her tan
coloured nylons, but underneath was the sight of
her curly pubic hair.  Tami had not worn panties
under her nylons.  He stood back and took a picture
of the exposed limbs and crotch area, while also
capturing her face in the same frame.

This also wasn't enough, and felt safe in his
actions, since his sister had happened home in a
drunk state more than once and had proven her
inability to comprehend, or recall, any given
moment.  So, after setting down his precious
camera, Rod wiggled her tight nylons past her slim
hips to a point just above her knees.  This time
the camera captured a clearer picture of his
sisters private region.  In fact he even caught one
very close-up that he could see every curl and kink
in the trimmed hair between her legs.

Next he rolled her over towards the couch, away
from him and pulled the jacket off one arm, the
moved her knees up towards her chest.  This gave
him a excellent view of her ass and the sprout of
pubic hair between her thighs.  After several
shots, a few with his hand strategically pulling
apart her buttocks to capture the unseen treasures
hidden there, he again set down his camera.

This time, Rod unzipped the back of her dress then
unhooked her bra.  Again he allowed her to lay upon
her back.  Pulling her dress down from her neck and
shoulders he was able to expose her full chest.
The sight was sightly anti-climatic after
witnessing Mrs. Wilson's full chest.  Yet he
captured several more frames of these firm breasts.
The small pointy hard nipple one of the main focal
points of his pictures.

The film ran out with the final picture of his
sisters slightly parted lips in the background with
the mountainous, at least from that low view,
breast and nipple in the foreground.  He quickly
attempted to return his older sister to the clothed
state he found her in.  Then returned to his room,
impatient to develop the film he had taken.

Photo - Chapter III
===================
by Caesar

Robs interests in capturing female sexual escapades
on film pressured him into actions he would
normally never consider.  For one, snapping candid
photos of a pretty woman's crossed thighs with a
skirt riding up showing generous thigh.  Also a
woman bending down, her bottom raised unknowingly
to the teens quick eye.  Or even girls swimming at
the local pool, his pretence, to take pictures for
the school yearbook.  Yet this were only minor
indulgences from what he considered his true
desire.  Even this, almost, nightly excursions
didn't deliver what he wanted.

Having begged for one of the newer cameras from
school, he was able to get a superior model that
allowed someone with an expert eye to capture
particularity anything perfectly.  Besides the
camera was extremely quiet.

During the late afternoon, a day when Rod knew that
Mr. Wilson was out of town for business, he forced
his way into his neighbours house.  Using the key
the Wilson's had left with his parents, as they had
done with them, he entered without a trace of
evidence to show his passing.  Quickly casing the
house he discovered the bedroom and the extravagant
clothing that Mrs. Wilson indulged in.  In a few
drawers, were multitudes of lingerie and sexy
underwear.  Yet these didn't interest the teen,
unless, of course, Mrs. Wilson happened to be
wearing them at the time.

His intent was unclear, Mrs. Wilson was not
expected home for another few hours.  Yet the
unmistakable sound of a door being unlocked sounded
throughout the house, as loud to the surprised teen
as a thunderclap.  He found the bathroom next to
the spare bedroom quiet and remote enough to hide
in.  Someone was home, it must be Pam, the daughter
whom was not expected for a few more hours.  She
was plain looking, quiet and almost shy, who was a
year younger than Rod.  She had the prospects to be
as attractive as her mother, but as yet nature had
not given her that gift.

Rod realized Pam's room shared the bathroom he was
in, and he realized the precarious position he was
in.  Thankfully, the girl didn't come into the
bathroom or even turn towards the closed doors.
Though gaps in the slotted panels of the door, Rod
watched as Pam quickly and expertly closed out the
world from her room.  Shutting and locking every
door and window in her small world.

Realizing that the day may not be lost yet, Rod
raised his camera as Pam stood before her full
length mirror, in profile to the lens.  The girl
undid the clasps holding her hair and gently slid
her hands over her face and long silken hair.  With
a loving touch she moved lower, rubbing her open
palms over her budding chest mounds and then
downwards to her hips.  With shaking hands she
lifted her sweater up over her head in a quick
fluid movement.

The first click of the camera captured the ripe
young uncovered breasts as the sweater and arms
were raised up over head.  More captured images
followed as Pam again moved her hands to her chest,
but this time lingering upon the naked flesh of
those tender mounds.

Her whole body was quivering delightfully as her
hands unhooked and pushed her leggings down her
hips all the way to the ground, where she stepped
out of them.  Her panties had gone with the
leggings.  The camera viewed, and captured, the
sinfully delightful image of an innocent young
woman adoring her image in the mirror.  Both her
and the reflection timeless in the natural beauty
that she was radiating.  The camera clicked several
times.

Pam lifted a single foot to a low stool next to the
mirror, and began to use her nails upon the soft
flesh of her inner thighs, always stopping just
before the sparse covering of her sex.  The girls
eyes were staring directly upon her girlish sex
organ, wide with desire and delight.  The girl was
making love to herself.

Rod took a few seconds to recognize that he often
masturbated, especially since those first erotic
pictures he had captured, and that this young woman
whose passions were not yet unchained was doing the
same.

Both hands finally found the mound between her
legs, cupping and savouring the moment with a loud
sigh.  One hand left the delightful spot and a
glistening hand was brought up for a tongue to lick
daintily, while the other hand slowly rotated upon
the tenderist of spots.  All was captured on film,
both close up shots and tasteful full body shots.
All thought of being found was gone from Rod's
mind, the only worry he had was of running out of
film.

A groan of delight came upon the youth's ears, just
as his film finally runs out and as Pam raised
herself upon her toes as her hand agitated her
vagina with movements that were accelerating
violently.  With a groan of his own, Rod found his
way out of the house and back to his house.
Thankful that his excursions were undiscovered, and
surprised at how easy it had all been.

Photo - Chapter IV
==================
by Caesar

The house next his own had been the scene of two
episodes of delight, and Rod was determined to
repeat the pleasure yet again.  This time, he
changed his tactics and on the next Saturday
afternoon watched in expectant anticipation as Mr.
Wilson left the house, Pam having left hours ago.
Stealthily crossing the yard and quickly entering
the house, Rod quickly made his way up to the
kitchen and the back of the house.

He had planned at length to see Mrs. Wilson's curvy
naked body again, and even brought several rolls of
film in case the situation presented itself.  Rod
could hear music in the front room, slow romantic
dribble that he didn't much care for.  As he had
saw an hour ago, Mrs. Wilson was alone and had
dressed nicely before carefully moving about her
house to clean and close the outside world.  This
shut off Rod's view from his parents bathroom and
knew that her actions anticipated his own.

Yet when he slowly looked around the corner, from
the kitchen, into the large well decorated living
room.  He wasn't prepared for what he saw.  The
sight, at first sickened him, then rapidly excited
his senses.  He knew his instincts were correct,
that Mrs. Wilson was "entertaining".

Wearing only stockings, garters and heels, white,
Mrs. Wilson was slow dancing with another woman.  A
fully naked woman.  They were passionately kissing,
tongues busy moving about the others mouth.  The
naked woman's hands were cupping the shapely
buttocks of Mrs. Wilson.  While his neighbour had
one hand on the others ass, the other was placed
between them cupping a full breast.  As they moved
slowly to the beat of the music, they turned so the
dim light allowed a better sight of the naked
woman's face.  It was Rod's mother.

Rod turned from the scene and backed up into the
kitchen, his stomach queasy, his heart rapidly
pounding in his chest.  The sight of his mother and
Mrs. Wilson would not retreat from his mind's eye.
In fact every detail of his quick vision was held
within his imagination.  Something pulled him from
his lagethary and returned him to the living room
door.  He brought his camera up.

He captured their passionate dance, and the
grinding of their sex against each other.  His
mother was breathing loud, easily heard over the
gentle music.  Rod was sure to capture a few
pictures of his mothers incensed face as she
enjoyed the encounter with the neighbour.  Zooming
in, Rod was able to get a close up view of his
mothers body, realizing she was not as pretty as
Mrs. Wilson, but was much more attractive than her
son had imagined.  Possibly due to her habit of
wearing conservative clothing and styles.

A smell drifted to Rod's nose, and he instinctively
knew it as the scent of a woman's passions.  And
his mother was becoming "wild", and obviously
enjoyed the bottom and stocking clad legs of the
older younger woman.  Mrs. Wilson backed his mother
up against the wall and slide a hand gently down
between her legs, cupping the thick fur.  Rod's
mother began to grind herself against that hand,
while the younger woman moved her lips to his
mothers wide dark hard nipples.  She sucked roughly
while the sloppy sounds of her hand work was heard
across the room to the busy young man.

Rod went through three rolls of film in very little
time, not realizing the ramifications of his, or
his mothers, actions.  Only realizing that his
mother was cheating upon his father, something that
could send the large man into a violent frenzy if
he ever found out.  For the first time he wondered
if his parents often had made love, and if so what
they did.

His contemplation and another quick change of film
caused him to miss the movements of the two
sexually thrilled women in the living room.  When
his lens again returned, he saw that his mother was
kneeling upon the huge couch, her bottom raised and
pointed towards her female lover.  Mrs. Wilson was
kissing and fondling the pale skin continuously.
The camera captured every inch of his mothers
bottom, even the sight of the shadowed region deep
into her ass crack.

Mrs. Wilson stood up straight and with a smile and
little hesitation, brought her open hand down upon
his mothers bottom.  The caused the older woman to
jump in surprise and delight, while leaving a large
red mark upon those round white globes, his mother
having squealed loudly that reverberated about the
house.  He half expected his mom to stop their
neighbour as she again spanked the raised bottom,
but realised she was enjoying this.  The spankings
lasted for several long minutes and Rod almost
forgot to take pictures, so excited and surprised
at this sight.

As quickly as it had begun, the spanking ended.
Mrs. Wilson knelt behind his mother and lowered her
open lips to his mothers pulsating wet flowered
open vagina.  As soon as the woman's tongue touched
the dark pink inner lips, his mother began to
buckle and spasm as a incredible orgasm hit her.

With tired movements and desire, Rod's mother
turned about on the large couch, her legs widely
and wantonly spread.  Mrs. Wilson moved upon her,
and pressed her sex into the others.  The wet
sloppy sounds echoed about the room, as well as the
moans of delight and words of passion as Mrs.
Wilson ground herself to orgasm.  While the teens
mother lay lovingly and happily below her.

Rod's camera captured the abundant amount of liquid
coating both attractive set of thighs, and the two
hairy pussies as they worked together.  The lens
zoomed in, and he clicked again and again.
Something distracted him, or his senses warned him,
as he moved the camera back up to his mothers
raised face.

Her happy and sweaty pleased face disappeared as
her eyes looked directly into the lens.  It was
obvious from her look, and the speed that she
turned white, that she saw her son taking her
adulteress escapades.  Rod lowered the camera and
looked, without the aid of a zoom, directly into
his mothers shocked face.  The seconds ticked away,
as Mrs. Wilson, unaware of the newest development,
continued to agitate herself against her lesbian
lover.  Time froze until the squeals of orgasm
resounded about the room as the younger woman
reached orgasm.

Rod finally realized what had transpired in the
room, and began to back up, his eyes still looking
into his mothers.  Mrs. Wilson was talking quietly
to his mother, and to his surprise, she answered
while taking her eyes from him.  The two women
cuddled comfortably as Rod finally left the house,
running all the way to his school.  Not anxious to
return home and stand, guiltily before his mother.
He spent the next several hours developing and
examining the pictures he had taken.


Photo - Chapter V
=================
by Caesar

His mother barged into his room only moments after
his return home, and a few hours after the sights
he had witness and captured on film.  The same
photos which were unfortunately laying upon his
bed, and haphazard disarray.  Since he had run from
his neighbours house he was determined to stop his
voyeuristic explorations and destroy the photos of
his mother.  Yet, even as he developed each picture
his determination was lessened, as the erotic and
clear pictures became more graphic.  And after
reaching home, the house had been dark and quiet,
so thinking he was alone, had spread those same
photos upon his bed, again thinking that he should
destroy them.

She stood obviously angry and red faced, looking at
him then down at the pictures.  Without a word, she
again turned white, then returned her attention to
him.  It was obvious to the teen that he was in
extreme amount of trouble.  He was resolved for any
punishment that his mother deemed for him, since he
"was" guilty.  Rod took one last look down at the
pictures upon the bed, preparing himself for his
castigation.  There was one detailed picture laying
upon the top of the pile, facing his mother, and
she had obviously saw it in all its clarity and
detail.  It was of his mothers face as her body was
bent at the knee while Mrs. Wilson's hand was
between her thighs, a nipple also in the younger
woman's mouth.  The picture was quiet well done,
the shiny wetness was obvious upon the intruding
hand and even upon the other exposed nipple, also
the breast was being tugged outwards by the firmly
sucking mouth.

"Give me all the photos!"  His mothers voice
quivered as if she was just barely able to control
her temper.

He whispered, "The negatives are at school."  In
his locker actually.  Yet his mother froze, staring
at him.  This was not in her plans obviously, yet
perhaps she had misunderstood his meaning.  Or
rather, read something into his simple statement.

"What are you going to do with those?!"  She
pointed at the bed and the sharp picture of her
illicite affair facing her.  At first this confused
him, didn't she already order him to return all the
pictures.  So he answered her with a shrug of his
shoulders.

Something changed in her manner and even in the
light of her face.  Her eyes looked directly into
his, and a knowing smile came to her face.  Her
body shifted slightly.  "Well it is normal for a
young man to be interested in these matters."  She
stepped forward and lifted his chin with two
fingers until his face was looking up into hers.
She smiled forcibly.  "Discretion is also very
important Rod?"

Rod caught something strange in her voice.  She was
talking to him as she had never before, for the
first time she was talking to him as an equal, and
this surprised the young man.  Why did she not
order him to give all the photos and negatives to
her?  She was his mother and he would of course do
anything she asked.  Was that not the way it has
always been?  And for the first time he wondered if
his mother was scared of what he had seen, more so
than the anger at his intrusion into her privacy.

"I won't tell anyone mom."

"Thank you honey."  She let go of his chin and
stood a foot before him.  "I think it would be a
good idea if you give me the photos and negatives
Rodney."  She said it sweetly.

He didn't want too, moments before he would have
instantly followed her directives but after the
emotions and thoughts running through his head he
was wondering if he could keep them.  The several
seconds of his indecisiveness caused a dramatic
mood swing to appear in his mother, for only a few
seconds.  But she almost spoke when he answered
her, "I would like to keep them."  He was shaking
with fear, surprised at his own words, and the
strength it took to say them.

His mothers gentle disposition returned, but her
eyes were watering up.  "Perhaps we could make a
trade?"  He could tell that it was something that
she did not want to say.  Otherwise he knew not
what she had meant, what was she going to give him
in place of the photos, there was nothing that he
wanted more.  "I'm sure there is something you
want."  It wasn't a question.  As she asked, her
hand lifted his and placed it upon her covered
right breast.

This was what she had meant, he was given a choice,
the photos in trade of his mothers "attentions".
After the day he had, he was surprised and excited
at the idea, though nervous at all he had witnessed
and participated in.  As her hand withdrew from
his, he had a full breast still in hand.  He looked
down at her body, she was dressed in a conservative
business suit, her usual clothing.  She was wearing
a pearl coloured blouse and a bra underneath that
the youth could feel with his palm.

The ball was in his court, as the thought of it.
He wanted to discover more of his mothers beauty,
though any further than simply witnessing her naked
body never came to his imagination until now.  Also
he didn't want to give up the sexy photos that lay
upon the bed, his proof of the enjoyment that he
had witnessed.  After that last thought, he
realized that "proof" was what his mother was
worried about.  The reason for all her rapidly
changing emotions.  The reason that he was now
grasping her round breast in his hand.  His new
"hobby" was had forced his mother to treat him as a
man and not her son.
He wanted to know what she was willing to do to get
the photos back, "What else do I get?"  It was as
it sounded, selfish.

"Anything you want dear."  She was now looking down
at the floor, though he realized the bulge in his
pants was obviously within her sight.

Rod slide his hand down from her breast to press
the open palm into the mound of her crotch, over
the thick woolen skirt.  "What if I wanted to...",
he pressed firmly up with his hand causing his
mother to raise up momentarily upon her toes.
"...would you mother?"

Her voice quivered as she said, "Yes dear.
Anything you ask."

After she said this, he withdrew his hand then
said, "I don't want to give up the pictures mom."
Her face jerked up angrily, which gave him added
strength to continue.  "Though I do want you to do
anything I want!"  He added, "And I will tell no
one about this afternoon."  Her anger dissipate
quickly, and she nodded.

No word was spoken yet Rod's mother descended to
her knees before the teen.  Using her quivering
fingers undid the zipper of his jeans.  Seconds
later, her mouth engulfed his sex.  Rod gasped out
his surprise and pleasure then looked around and
found his camera.  He stretched for it then pointed
it down at his mothers open-mouthed face.  The
camera clicked just as she looked up into the lens,
her mouth wide with much of his cock.  That was the
last and only picture that he took of his first
experience getting oral sex.


Photo - Chapter VI
==================
by Caesar

That Saturday was very educational for the young
man.  He had learned that the photos he had enjoyed
taking were also a form of power over those in the
pictures.  The possibilities had not completely
entered his thoughts.  Though he was assured of at
least having one woman to "pose" for him.  His
mother.  His growing pile of erotic and
professional looking photos could ultimately give
him that which he desired.

Yet, the teen knew not what he desired.

Rod did know that he wanted to continue taking
pictures of candid sexy photos, the "models" not
knowing that they were being captured on film.  He
also rolled a list of women that he would enjoy
seeing in those pictures, through his mind.  The
fact that a woman didn't know about his camera, was
almost as exciting as the photos themselves.  No,
he needed another model!

Ms. Foster was his English instructor at school and
also very attractive.  And normally, Rod would be
very cautious of whom he took pictures of, Ms.
Foster is a "bitch".  Always had been, and will
always be a "bitch".  Catching her in a
compromising position was a very attractive idea to
the average student, and budding photographer.
Rod, even wondered if the photos would allow him to
get better grades.

So he began to learn everything he could about the
thirty something year-old teacher.  Rod began to
follow and study the woman, all without her
knowledge.  He discovered many uninteresting facts,
and a few interesting ones.  Firstly she was
unmarried but had a boyfriend living with her, that
much of the staff at his school didn't like her
either, that there were rumours that her and Mr.
Grouse were having an affair.  This interested the
young man immensely.  And he began to wonder if she
would compromise her values if he introduced any
"revealing" photos into her life.

Finally a day came that he finally witnessed her in
an erotic setting.  The meeting was between Mr.
Grouse and Ms. Foster, just as the rumours had
foretold.  And the meeting happened in Mr. Grouse's
office, him being the assistant principle and was
given a discrete office in the back of the offices,
that offered a large view from the pane windows.
Windows that also allowed Rod's camera to capture
intimate photos of the couple.

The cold again bit into the young mans bones, as
his uncovered hands held the camera to his eye.
Ms. Foster closed and locked the door behind her
then quickly began to disrobe, while Mr. Grouse sat
behind his desk, back to the window and enjoyed his
entertainment.  It was obvious that this was not a
rare event and that the couple often got
"together". The outer clothes, also the bra and
panties, came off and revealed her pink
stocking/garter clad body.  The only other item of
clothing was pink heels that revealed her thin
legs.

She went into a routine, dancing and swirling
around, always advancing towards her audience.  Mr.
Grouse's hands were moving at his crotch out of
sight of the camera lens, yet the teen had little
doubt at what he was doing.  Ms. Foster came before
him then dropped backwards onto the wide wooden
desk.  Her thin thighs spread lustily then her
exposed vagina was captured in a photo before her
lover stood and plunged his pole into her.

Rod was amused that Mr. Grouse's cock was small
than even his own, though judging by the semi-naked
woman on his desk, she didn't seem to care.  In
fact Ms. Foster's whole body whirled and flowed in
rhyme to the pounding cock inside her.  The mans
hands were grasping and cupping her round breasts,
often pinching a nipple.  While Ms. Foster often
locked her ankles behind his back, seemingly
attempting to help his love beat.

The episode lasted for several more minutes before
Mr. Grouse fell back into his chair, his slimy pole
sticking out of his pants before Ms. Foster climbed
above him and rode the man viciously.  This lasted
only a few more moments before they both grew taunt
and the lad knew that the man was cumming inside
the English teacher.  Yet, somehow "knew" that she
was faking it.

Those photos were great, but two days later, he had
her in another session.  This was with her live in
boyfriend.  Rod was just about to leave for home,
after watching through her see-through curtains for
almost an hour.  When the unnamed younger man came
into their bedroom naked.  They touched and kissed
for long minutes, while his hands expertly moved
her clothing from her body.

Soon he was above his girlfriend, his cock moving
back and forth inside her.  She accepted this
almost peaceably compared to the other day with her
colleague.  She moved her hands about his naked
buttocks and hairy back lovingly, he legs spread
but unmoving.  This offered little in the way of
photo opportunities, the majority that Rod was
witness to was the boyfriend's hairy butt moving
above and between his attractive girlfriends legs
and stomach.

Rod wondered about his instructors change in
attitude was unable to easily "label" her.  She was
wanton with her dumpy peer, while seemingly sober
and loving with her boyfriend.  Which was the real
woman?

The teen had his photos.


Photo - Chapter VII
===================
by Caesar

Rod's time was becoming precious.  He had been
extremely busy and obsessive when it came to
"catching" his prey in his camera.  He was also
becoming tired.  At home things between his mother
and he, were quiet and polite.  Nothing was yet
asked of the other, yet the youth was still unsure
of the boundaries that he was able to broach.

After, finally, catching Ms. Foster with his
camera, the youth was determined to relax and think
about his hobby.  There was several more women that
he wanted to "catch" yet his time was becoming a
high commodity.  So he wondered who he could get to
help with his hobby, someone who was very discrete
and dependable.

That person was his good friend, Gord.  They had
been friends for years, only after his mother had
sent him away to a private school is when their
relationship had been strained by simple distance
and time.  Though Rod's friend still lived two
blocks away and they saw each other on weekends,
they were not as close as they had been as pre-
teens.  Also, Rod remembered that his friend had
been "sneakily", always attempting to look up girls
dresses and watching girls at the pool while they
swam.  He would be the perfect choice.

Gord thought so also.  They met, the mood strained.
Yet when the full idea and the length that Rod was
able to go with it was discussed, Gord was again
the fun loving and good friend that Rod had grown
up with.  Rod compared all, but his mothers and
his, photos with his renewed friend, they spawned
the others interests and desires explosively.

Though the event with Rod's mother and Mrs. Wilson
was discussed, while looking upon the pictures,
what happened afterwards wasn't.  Yet the other
instinctively knew the extent that these photos
could go.  It was set up between the two, Rod would
take the pictures but Gord would be the "point" man
who would do the leg work.  First on the agenda was
Gord's mother, Thelma, and getting her to move her
son back to his old school.

The idea was Gord's, and Rod was all for it,
knowing his friends mother would not willingly
change her sons high school.  The problem was that
both thought the forty five year old woman was a
sexless saint.  Yet Gord wanted to "watch" his
mother before anyone else was even discussed.  His
incestuous desires plain.  The plan was set.

A phone call came to Rod only four days later at
about six in the morning.  Gord's voice shook as he
related what he saw.  Rod calmed his friend down
then they set and planned.  Another call came six
days later at twelve thirty in the morning.  After
calming his parents, Rod snuck out of his house and
ran all the way to his best friends house.

Outside his own house, Gord met the cameraman and
whispered for him to be quiet, before quietly
walking back to the open window.  Inside, Rod was
able to see the usually quiet and mousy middle-aged
woman walking about her room.  One hand had a glass
of wine, the bottle on the cubbord, the other was
stroking and squeezing a small round breast.  She
was completely naked, and was seemingly talking to
herself, yet her voice could not be heard through
the closed window.

Gord had told his friend almost a week before that
his mother had left her blinds open to the night,
and to his amazement and excitement masturbated.
The woman could not be termed beautiful, but
handsome was closer to the mark.  She had all the
female parts, but somehow they just were not
abundantly attractive to Rod.  Though Gord
obviously idolized her.

Thelma staggered slightly spilling a part of her
wine goblet upon the carpet, she giggled to herself
then placed it with the almost gone bottle.  The
woman fell upon her own bed and lay looking up at
the ceiling.  Rod guessed the woman's attitude was
due to a nasty divorce five years ago, her husband
leaving her for a younger woman.  Almost
absentmindedly she brought out a huge dildo, a
thing Rod knew about but had never viewed before.
She whispered to it, between licks to the rounded
head, until it glistened with saliva.

Her free hand was pinching a small hard nipple
while be began to move the phallus between her
lips.  She made oral love to the fake cock, while
her hand pleased herself.  Then she moved the wet
cock down to her breasts and moved it over each
nipple, flicking the point several times, before
continuing on.  With drunken resolve she quickly
shoved the large cock into her almost to the root.
Thelma wiggled about the single bed, her legs
almost horizontal, both her hands moving the
phallus in and out of her sloppy wet pussy, the
wetness visibly coating everything it got close to.

Rod took the pictures, close-up and far away shots,
but he realized he felt sorry for the woman on the
other end of his camera.  She was obviously
saddened or depressed, and found a small resolve in
pleasing herself.  He doubted that she had to get
drunk before she could masturbate herself, a woman
of her age was probably experienced enough in the
ways of self love that she could enjoy the
experience without alcohol.  It was also obvious to
Rod that Gord didn't see the same, or ignored the
fact.  So incensed was he in watching the show his
mother put on.  A show that was reminiscent of a
black comedy compared to the colourful comedies
that Rod had been witness to.

Thelma lay panting, the cock cuddled to her cheek,
while she recovered her breath after the explosive
orgasm her own son, and best friend, witnessed.
Again she licked the head of the fat cock, cleaning
the surface of her own juices before her eyes
closed and the wine and late hour caused her to
fall into a deep sleep.


Photo - Chapter VIII
====================
by Caesar

Gord called several times a day, wondering when the
photos would be ready, so obsessed was he with the
confrontation that was scheduled.  Rod had been
putting off his best friend until it was obvious
that he could no longer do that.  It was a Sunday
afternoon when he went over to his friends house,
about half of the photos that he had taken of
Thelma in a plan brown envelope.

The middle-aged woman was wearing a loose skirt and
heavy wool sweater while reading the paper and
drinking tea when the two youths came into the
room.  She smiled pleasantly and opened the
envelope that Rod had placed before her, saddened
at what he was party to.  She deserved better than
this, and Rod wasn't a fool that he thought his
friend would be content with just changing schools.

Rod expected her expression when she pulled out the
thick pile of photos, the first upon the pile was
her loving licks to a slimy large dildo.  She
dropped the brown envelope and photos upon the
table looking up at the boys still standing before
her.  "What...?"  She never finished, Gord reached
over and began to slowly pull the top photo from
the pile, one at a time, and his mother watched his
hands and the pictures that scrolled by her.

She changed disposition, instead of the crying mass
that Rod was expecting, she became inanimate, an
emotionless husk.  It was Gord that would talk with
her, Rod only watched.  "Rod assures me that these
photos could be seen by every guy in this town."
Thelma looked up at Rod, for the first time he saw
emotion in her eyes, disappointment.  "Of course we
could come to an agreement."  Gord placed a
slightly shaking hand upon his mothers covered
knee, she didn't even seem to notice it.

"I want to go back to school with Rod?"  The
silence was thick until Thelma answered with a curt
node.  "And I want to fuck you."  His voice shook
as he said it, and she nodded again.

Those words startled Rod.  Essentially he had said
the same thing to his mother, but the abruptness
and thoughtlessness was cold.  "Uh Gord, I should
be going."  He headed towards the door.  Thelma
also showed another emotion as she watched her sons
friend leave, surprise.

Gord followed Rod to the door then friendly punched
him in the shoulder.  "I'll call tonight and tell
ya all about it."  It was the last thing Rod
wanted, but nodded.

At home Rod found his mother doing dishes and
without a word to her, grasped a hand into his and
pulled her to his room.  First he removed her
clothing then stood while she removed his.  Again
without a word she lay upon his bed, the smell of
her sex already strong while he placed himself over
her.

The moment he sunk his cock into her wet sex was
one of the paramount moments of his life, and one
of the lowest.  She wrapped her body about his
small frame and moved below him setting the tempo
to his love beat.  Nails bit into his shoulder and
lips found his, as he became lost in a sexual
nirvana.  He could taste her coffee tasting tongue
as she moved her hand upon his ass, his crotch
meeting hers with a sloppy slap.

His orgasm came quickly, and she forced him against
her as his sperm shot deep within her sex channel.
He lay sweaty over her for a long time, her hands
stroking his hair and her lips kissing his face and
brow.  He lazily climbed from her and stood at the
foot of his bed.  Rod reached for his camera and
his mom angry said, "Rod!"

"I want to remember this moment mother, pose for
me."  The shutter clicked as she attempted to cover
herself.  Yet he was persistent and she actually
laughed as she spread her legs wide while he
climbed between them and snapped very close
pictures of her slippy seeping cunt.  Then she
playfully enjoyed the attention her son was showing
her and began to masturbate for him.  Moving two
fingers within her folds as he snapped away, his
cock again hard.

Rod especially enjoyed when she knelt upon his bed,
her face in his pillows while fingers reached
between her legs to finger herself.  This was too
much of the young man, and the boundaries gone, set
down his camera and climbed behind his mothers
raised ass.  She guided his cock into her familiar
hole and he grasped her hips before slamming into
her again and again.

Her orgasm came not long afterwards and she fell
exhausted to the covers.  Rod followed her and
continued to pump his organ into her until he had
his seconds orgasm.  Again they lay, him hugging
her while they both caught their breaths.


Photo - Chapter IX
==================
by Caesar

Gord had to explain, in detail, what happened
between him and his mother, to Rod's discontent.
While Rod didn't mention a word about the hour of
fun he had with his own mother.  Gord even
confessed that he was glad his friend left him
alone and said, "I don't think I want anyone else
to fuck mom".  Claiming her as his own property.

Rod asked his best friend to watch three girls at
his new school and as before, to call him when he
needed to come over with a camera.  Gord nodded
extremely happy with the friendship and secrecy
that he had with his old buddy.

Yet the young photographer had learned not to trust
his friend with all his secrets.  Instead, unknown
to his partner, Rod called up and meet Gord's
mother Thelma for lunch, skipping English class to
do it.

They sat in a booth at a fast-food place.  Thelma
seemed shy and expectant, as she ate her salad.  "I
didn't mean to hurt you last weekend," she looked
up suspiciously, "but we wanted to convince you to
let Gord go to school with me.  It wasn't supposed
to get...you know."  To Rod's discomfort she didn't
say a word.  He brought out another envelope and
handed it to her.

Slightly nervous she held the large heavy envelope
until he motioned her to look in.  "Those are the
photos that I considered the best!  Those that you
look beautiful in."  She was surprised at his words
and quickly browsed through the bundle, pausing
twice to look at what the camera had caught.  Rod's
words would have been meaningless if they were not
true, the pictures were beautiful and she looked
radiant and seductive.  "Gord never saw any of
these and never will."

For the first time of the meal she spoke while
placing the pictures back into the envelope.  "Yes,
he's more interested in graphic detail than beauty.
I don't know what I did wrong."  Again Rod realized
that this woman, older than his own mother was
talking to him as an equal.  "I suppose he told you
what he did to me?"  Rod nodded.  "And since?"
This time he nodded, no.

Thelma seemed embarrassed, and relieved, to be
talking about this.  "Would you give me the
negatives and photos you have?"

He nodded no, "I can't do that, I'm sorry."  And he
was.

"Then what is it you want?"  She was again on the
defensive.

"I want you to know that I, and not Gord, has the
pictures.  And that he could never show them to
anyone without my consent."  He paused momentarily,
unsure how to continue.  "First of all, I would
like you to smile."  She didn't.  "Then I would
like your beauty, both on film and in person."

As he had witnessed that weekend, she again turned
off her emotions.  "Whatever you want I will do."

"Well I don't want Gord to know that we spoke or
anything about what we talked about.  Okay?"  She
nodded puzzled.  "I propose to you that in six
months the photos and negatives will be destroyed
or given over to you.  Whichever is your choice."
He had no intention of destroying the photos but
would instead put them away somewhere for his own
viewing pleasure.  "In those six months you will do
anything I ask."  He realized his own voice was
becoming hard and realized she softened under the
power he exerted.  "And I will ensure that Gord
stops harrasing you in six months, and perhaps slow
his attack upon you now."

She nodded, almost pleased to see an end to this
predicament in sight.  "What is it you want?"

"Like Gord said, I want to fuck you.  Also give me
an allowance every week.  And to keep the blind
open whenever your having sex in your house."  She
nodded, not showing any hint of surprise.  Much to
Rod's contentment.

They parted with a brief handshake and a nod.  If
they had not been in such a public place the young
man would most certainly have kissed her
passionately.


Photo - Chapter X
=================
by Caesar

Ms. Foster noticed the truant youth in the halls
after her class and told him to attend to her
classroom after the school day was out, for the
dreaded detention.

Rod entered his English room a half hour after
school was out.  Ms. Foster stood from making
papers behind the desk.  "Here," she handed him a
few sheets of paper, "complete the assignment that
you had forgotten to hand in today.  It should only
take you about two to three hours."  She always
seemed to delight in putting "down" one  of her
students.

Yet, this day Rod came prepared.  "No Ms. Foster, I
don't think I will do the assigment."  This totally
unprepared the school teacher for her rebutle, more
from the way he said it than what he said.  She
watched as he smiled then handed her a thick
envelope.  "Open it."

She turned white as over five dozen photos,
revealing her in all her glory, told her why this
young man did not want to do his assignment.  She
stood stunned.

"I've had a long day already and don't much feel
like playing games with you Ms. Foster."  He folded
the photos back into the envelope as he talked, his
teached not moving yet watching every movement he
made.  "I would like to find somewhere quiet then
you are going to take off all your clothes for me."
She didn't say a word just gasped.  "If there is
any doubt, I'm going to fuck you."

"I..I won't!"

She was about to continue when he butted in, "You
will or your boyfriend will get a sealed envelope
in the mail and your picture will be posted all
over this town."  She was again frozen.

"Well!?"  He realized he was being harsh with his
English instructor, yet over the last couple of
months she had been more than a simple pain in his
backside.  "Take your panties off."  The calm way
he spoke startled her more than the order.  Ms.
Foster reached under her clothes and pulled down
her black lace panties, her nylons being the thigh
high type.  "Now lets go somewhere more private."

When the closet door was closed and locked, the
teen pulled his camera from his school bag.  "Show
me what you do to turn on men?"  She became wooden
in her movements, smoothing out her hair and
attempting to look sexy.  To no avail.  "Take your
clothes off.  Hurry!"  The woman's hands shook as
she rushed to comply with her orders.  The camera
clicked away as the young man caught her essence
upon film.

He motioned her to bend over a messy table, her
bottom raised high and after a few more pictures,
he slid his cock right into her.  The going was
quite loose, to his surprise and the amount of her
sexual moisture was lacking.  Setting down the
camera, the young man grabbed her by the hips and
pounded into her cunt.  Rod didn't last long and
shot his nectar deep within her sex, causing her to
make noise for the first time.   She gasped in
surprise and delight at the flood of moisture
flooding deep inside her.

"Don't move."  Zipping up his fly then quickly
getting his things back in order, the young man
left the small room and found his best friend.
"She's in there, go on."  He smiled as Gord smiled
excitedly then entered the closet while his friend
watched until he also was finished with the
teacher.  They left the school together talking and
planning their next encounter.


Photo - Chapter XI
==================
by Caesar(94)

Rod caught two more neibourhood women in seperate
sexual escapades.  One was masturbating furiously
in a dimly light room, her hands the only tools she
needed.  Another woman, middle aged, was having sex
with her husband and much of the time they spent
fucking in that hour was captured on film.

These, of course, captured the attention and
arousal of the young man.  And he wanted to
experience even more in the way of candid sexual
pictures.  Without Gord's knowledge he filmed an
entire session between him and his mother.  It
surprised the young man how his best friend treated
his mom in bed.  He pulled her hair, pinched her
skin, slapped her buttocks and was generally rough
and uncaring in his attentions with her.

In an empathetic moment, Rod met Thelma one
afternoon when he knew Gord was staking out some
houses on the far side of the neigbourhood.  She
seemed very surprised that he gave her kind and
gentle attention.  Three hours the young man
enjoyed the middle aged woman's body, and she in
turn returned likewise.  By the time he left,
Thelma hugged and kissed him passionately, making
him utter a promise to come again next week.

At home, on another day, his mother walked into his
room in the middle of the day wearing an old
overcoat.  She had a peculiar smile upon her face.
Without a word she opened it to reveal her
attractive body encased in a sexy see through
teddy.  She whispered something about finally being
alone before pulling his cock out of his shorts and
quickly stuffing it into her mouth.  He pulled the
bathrobe from her shoulders revealing a sexy
revealing teddy and nothing else.  His mother did
even stop bobbing her head upon his cock as he slid
his hand under the fabric to cup a breast.





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