Bobby the Photographer

Bobby was very excited to be on his next adventure. He was in a photography class at the community college, and the instructor had been very happy with the pictures he had taken of his mother. He had convinced her to do some 'modeling' for him like he had seen in the old Sears Catalogs of ladies in their underwear. He had convinced her that her face would be blurred out and that no one would ever know he had taken those kinds of pictures of his own mother. They also wouldn't guess that the photo session had ended with some very wild mother and son fucking. It wasn't the first time they had fucked, but it was certainly one of the hottest they had experienced. But now, he wanted to see if the same thing could happen with Tim's mother. He knew she would probably already be dressed for her evening shift at the Rathskeller and that meant she would be in her dirndl. He had seen her in it before and loved how it displayed her awesome cleavage.

He knocked on the door and Tim's mom, Mrs. Olson came to answer it, and yes, she was wearing the dirndl. She also was wearing a funny look on her face at seeing Bobby with his camera around his neck.

"Hi, Bobby, nice to see you, but Tim isn't home right now."

"Hi, Mrs. Olson, yes, I know Tim isn't home, but it was you I wanted to see today."

"Me, goodness, whatever for? You two see me all the time,"

"Yes, we do, but today I wanted to see you in your work outfit as I hoped I could talk you into helping me with my photography assignment from the school."

"Photography assignment? Whatever are you talking about? Surely you don't want to take pictures of an old woman like me."

"Oh, but I do, Mrs. Olson. I do. Let me explain.:

"Sure, Bobby, but you might as well get inside as stand on the porch like this."

She opened the door to let him by her and he was pleased that his body pushed into her voluptuous bosom on the way past.

"Take a seat Bobby. Would you like a glass of water or iced tea?"

"That would be lovely. Yes, I'd love some iced tea."

Bobby had his camera up to his face when she came back into the living room with the tall glass of tea. He snapped a couple of shots as she leaned over to set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Bobby, did you just take my picture? Like that, when I was bent over? Goodness, I'm not sure that was proper."

"Oh, Mrs. Olson, I didn't mean to offend you, it was just such a lovely shot and I'm learning all about those things in the photography class. So, I want you to know I did some shots with my mother and the instructor really liked what we did. He liked them so much he had them sent to a magazine and they paid me $200 for the set."

"They paid you for pictures of Hazel? Really? What kind of pictures did you take of your mother? Must have been something."

"Nothing bad. We just set up to have photos like they used to do in the catalogs."

"Catalog pictures? Like what?"

"Oh, you know, those old shots of women in their bras, girdles, panties... you know, things like that."

"Bobby, you took those kinds of pictures of your mother? And, Hazel thought it was a good idea??? Really?"

"She did. She knew I would blur her face so nobody would recognize her and she and my sister often run around the house with just those items of clothing, so it wasn't anything big for me. Hasn't Tim seen you in your underclothes?"

"No, no, I don't think he has. We are apparently a bit more modest in this home. Really, your sister and your mother sometimes go around the house in their underwear?"

"Yes. I've always appreciated how open they are (he was pretty sure she wouldn't know just how open it all was) and I suspect that Tim would love that as well. He has been at our house and has seen them both. He liked it."

"Goodness... well, Bobby, please tell me what you want from me. I'll have to be going off to work in a bit. That is why I have this on."

"I hoped you would be wearing it. The magazine folks have said they are considering doing an Oktoberfest edition and wanted pictures of lovely mature women in dirndls."

'Ha, ha, then they wouldn't want me.."

"Oh, yest they would You are very lovely, all of Tim's friends think so. They have all told Tim how lucky he is to have such a pretty mother."

"Now, I'm blushing. I can't imagine you boys saying such things... goodness, Bobby, goodness. What in the world would they say?"

"Oh, you know how guys are... they talk about your face and your figure and think you've done a great job of staying in shape."

"My, oh, my. I had no idea you boys ever talked about things like that."

"Well, we do. And, that is why I'm here. I'd love to get some more shots of you posing for me in your dindl. I am so sure that they would sell that I'm willing to upfront give you $100 for letting me do the shoot."

"$100 for just letting you take pictures? That sounds crazy."

"Maybe, but here is a Franklin right now." Bobby held out the bill featuring Benjamin Franklin and Mrs. Olson tentatively reached out for it and looked at it very closely.

"Mrs. Olson, it is a real bill."

"I can see that... so, Bobby, just what would you like to do for this amount of money?"

"Just let me give you some directions and let me take the shots. I won't take too long, but I know I'll really like doing it. And, just like with my mother, I'll blur your face so you won't be recognized. Want to try it?

"Sure, why not you sweet tongued boy? I'm actually very flattered you think I look good enough to do this... and, why don't you call me Alice as long as we are so personal?"

"Sure, Alice, I'd love that. So if you want to get started, why don't you get one of your steins in the kitchen with a beer in it and then I'll take pictures of you pouring the beer and then I'll go back and sit down and you can bring it in, just like you did with the tea."

He followed her into the kitchen and admired the way her buttocks moved back and forth with her walk. He had a little smile because he was sure that the hip swinging she was doing was for his benefit, so he focused on her buttocks and snapped a few of those.

"Pictures of me walking?

"Yes, you have a wonderful way of walking. For some reason, a person just knows a person with that walk is... is..."

"What is, Bobby? What is she?"

"Oh, I was going to say a sexy woman, but I wasn't sure if I should."

"Sexy? I guess that might be going a bit far for an old woman. Sexy indeed."

"No, Alice, it's true that is one of the things we, Tim's friends, all agree on, you are a very sexy woman."

"Now I am blushing. You boys really do talk like that, don't you. You weren't kidding. Now I'm not so sure we should be doing this photo shoot."

"No, I'm sorry if that offended you, but know that no one will ever know we've done these photos. Really. Pretty please?"

"Okay, okay. Let's just get on with this. I hope it will be fun. What do you want me to do?"

"First, I just need you to open that bottle of German beer from the fridge and pour it into the stein. Just look at me with the camera and smile while you are pouring. Pretty simple."

"I guess, like this?" She had one of her prettiest smiles and she even seemed to straighten up a bit which made her large tits even more prominent behind the bottle and the stein.

"Perfect, now can you wink at the camera like you were flirting with me?"

"Bobby, you are so cute, flirt with you?"

"Oh, I don't know... kind of like you'd maybe like to kiss me? You know, smile and maybe lick your lips and lean forward just a bit towards the camera?

"Like this?" She did lean forward, smile and licked her lips while looking directly at the camera. Her heavy tits pulled the blouse down a bit further showing even more cleavage. She didn't pull it back up when she straightened up again.

"Was that okay?"

"Alice, are you sure you haven't done modeling before? That was very good. Very good. Now let us return to the living room and you can serve the beer. That okay?"

"Yes! Actually, this is kind of fun. Thanks, Bobby. Let's do some more."

Bobby liked hearing that a lot and sat back on the couch and had the camera ready to snap pictures as she came back into the room with the beer held in front. She was smiling and looking at him as she bent over quite a way to deliver the beer in front of him and this time Bobby thought those big tits might even pop free of the dirndl as she had bent so low.

"That work, Bobby? Do I need to do it again? I felt like I kind of stumbled a little bit and I was afraid I was going to spill the beer and maybe my blouse would betray me..."

"Ha! It was great, but if you'd like to bend over again, that would be just peachy."

"Bobby, are you just taking pictures of my breasts???"

"Well, they are gorgeous and they are very photogenic. Want to see what we've done? Come sit beside me and I'll show you the screen."

She sat down and Bobby thought it was very nice to have her hip touch him and could feel her leg alongside him. When she turned to look at the camera screen she pressed her large tit into his arm.

"Bobby, these are actually kind of cute... but I don't know if you should be showing so much of an old lady like that, I don't think I've ever been this risqué in my life. You aren't a very good influence. Do you think?"

"I think they are great and you look marvelous. Shoot, I'd love to do some more. What do you think about even giving more of your top? That would kind of be like I did with my mother?"

"You want me to show more of my breasts? Bobby, they are practically out anyway in this outfit. I've never thought it was very nice... but you like this?" She pulled the dirndl down far enough to show she was wearing a pushup bra.

"Yes, let me just take a few more of this gorgeous cleavage. And maybe we could try a picture or two with first you standing and I'll give directions then. Good. Now if you could, just pull your skirt up a little bit like you are showing off your frilly slip and still being flirty."

"Bobby! Really, more? I've never done anything like this.... But, okay, here goes."

She stood up and backed up a few steps and actually did a little shoulder shimmy to shake her big tits around and smiled at Bobby and then began to slowly pull her skirt up above her knees and then to mid-thigh. She was obviously wearing old stockings as the garter snaps were showing a bit.

"Perfect! Those are great legs! Wow! Great legs! And you are wearing a garter belt? Is that what that is called?"

"Well, you have seen more of my legs than most people, Bobby. Yes, I am wearing a garter belt. It always just seems to fit this outfit. And, Bobby, you are a flatterer. Great legs. These old things?"

"I think they look great. Do you think I could watch you take the stockings off? I would love to see that... Love it."

"Goodness, why should I stop here after all you have seen? I will have to sit down to safely remove them. Do you mind?"

Bobby jumped right up and Alice took his place on the couch. She did seem to know what she was about now as she smiled again and licked her lips as she pulled her skirt and slip up to show where the garters were attached to the stockings. She spread her legs a little further apart to get to the garter on the inside of her thighs. She continued to smile as Bobby clicked away. She slowly pushed the stockings down to her ankles and then she slipped out of her shoes so she could take them all the way off.

"There, young man, I think we've probably gone far enough. Don't you think?"

"Oh, Alice, you've been so kind and you have shared so much of your beautiful body, would you mind just a little bit more? I'd love to see you with your blouse off. Could we please, pretty please?"

"Bobby, you are shameless, but you do have a silver tongue. I can't imagine having done so much, so I suspect that really doesn't make much difference. After all, you've seen Hazel in her bra... and your sister, right?"

She didn't wait for his response but simply unbuttoned the blouse and took it off. The atmosphere in the room seemed to change with this disrobing and Bobby had to adjust his jeans as he had a very visible bulge. She noticed him trying to get more room.

"Bobby, are you okay?" she smiled as she watched his discomfort. "Am I bothering you dressed like this?" She indicated her current state of undress as her large tits were just about to show her nipples.

"Alice you are just beautiful and I always thought you were sexy, but I had no idea how sexy you are... sorry, but yes, I am very excited and painfully engorged. Would you please allow me to just touch your breasts?"

"Bobby, you can, but be very gentle, Karl is the only man who has touched them for many years. And maybe you should unbuckle your jeans to give you a bit more room."

Bobby did unbuckle his jeans and unzipped them to give more room while he st down on the couch next to her. He did reach and gently stroke her breasts and then pulled down a bit on the bra and both breasts popped out with largish brown nipples becoming erect. Bobby just seem to automatically move over and capture the nearest nipple with his mouth and sucked the nipple to an ever harder erection while he pulled and tickled the other one.

"Bobby! You little devil. You shouldn't be doing this. I'm a married woman with a son as old as you... Goodness, you do that so nicely. I know you should quit it, but I do like it."

"These are bigger than my mom's and I love sucking on them. Jesus, these are really great tits. I just need to stop for a second and get another shot or two."

He picked up his camera and this time Alice was really getting into it. She was holding her tits up and squeezing them together for his photos. Now she also had spread her legs further apart and as she had slid down on the couch while Bobby was caressing her tits, her panty clad pussy was now in sight. There were little curls coming out of the fabric covering it and it was showing that Alice really was a blonde.

Bobby didn't need an invitation to then click a few pictures of her crotch showing the damp panties and the outlines of her pussy lips. He apparently was now aware that everything he had hoped for was coming to fruition. There were no more protestations coming from Alice. She was moaning softly as Bobby put his camera down and then began caressing that warm pussy and now put his mouth on her mouth. He inserted his tongue and immediately she pressed her tongue against his as well. He pulled the panties aside and got a couple of fingers inside the lips of her pussy and found they were already very slick. He found her clitoris was also erect and responding nicely to his touches. Bobby used his free hand to find her free hand and pulled it to his jeans which were now opened and his cock was standing up and just aching to be touched. Alice did wrap her hand around and moved the skin up and down. Then she suddenly just pulled back!

"Bobby, what are we doing? I'm married. We can't be doing this. I've never been with anyone other than Karl and I've never touched anyone else like this."

She had pulled back, but her hand was still around Bobby's cock, so he knew they were still in business.

"Alice you are so beautiful with this marvelous body and it is so ready to be fucked! We can't stop now. I want to get into that very slick pussy that wants to have a cock in it."

"Bobby, what language! I have never used those words. Never."

"It is okay, Alice, they are just words and they are fun to use like this. You can say it. Say you'd like to be fucked. I know you can and I really know you will like it."

"Bobby, you want to fuck me? You do?"

"Oh God, yes, I do. Here I'm getting clothes off right now. You can too."

With that Bobby stood and quickly took his clothes off and was delighted to see that Alice also getting her clothes off. He helped her lay back and then got on his knees and got his mouth on her hairy pussy and inserted his tongue as far as he could into her wet cunt.

"Bobby, whatever are you doing? Karl has never kissed me there... Never, but goodness that does feel good.... Oh so good. You have your tongue in me... Unnnnhhh, Sweet Jesus, I feel so funny... so funny.... Unnnnhhhh.... I think I'm going to faint... what.... What... "

"Oh, Alice, I think you just came... had an orgasm."

She was panting and her nude body was all blotchy and splayed out on the couch. She seemed to not notice that Bobby was now on his knees between her legs and had his very erect dick pointing at that wet pussy.

"Bobby, what are you doing now? I don't think that big thing will work with me. Karl's pecker isn't that big... by a lot."

"Oh, it will fit, pretty lady. It will fit. We know that it will. I'll just take it very slow"

He rubbed the head of his cock between those wet pussy lips to get even more moisture to go with the precum already coating that purple head. He spread the lips a little further apart and made sure that the hair was not getting in the way and slowly pushed into that dark wet area between her legs.

"Oh Alice, that is a very sweet hot pussy and it is taking my cock. Taking my cock so slowly and so wet and it feels like heaven. My prick is loving your sweet cunt. So slick, so sweet.... Such a nice lovely fuck!"

"Bobby, yes! That is wondeful. Yes! Fuck my little pussy. Yes, fuck it so.... Jesus, yes, it does feel so good. I've never known what that is.... I love this fucking with you and I vowed I would never do this. I've always been such a faithful wife and why??? This is just too good. Yes, I know my pussy is so wet. It is just swallowing that big thing of yours. Gooodnnneeess! I'm coming again."

There was some definite juices flowing down Bobby's cock as he pistoned it in and out of her loving pussy. He wasn't going to last much longer and then his strokes got shorter and soon his buttocks were tightened as he pumped and pumped his come into that welcoming cunt.

"Bobby, you are just flooding me! I hope I don't get pregnant... I've never had so much in me in my life."

"Oh, Alice, that was so lovely. I'm so happy you were home and were such a good model. I think the druggist probably has a pill for that to be sure."

"I don't think I want our druggist to know I might need something like that in our town, Bobby."

"Sure, you're right. I'll go to Greenwood and get some pills for you there. I'll go this afternoon so you can have one tonight. I'm so very grateful you did this with me and I won't tell anyone. Although I know that Tim would be very, very jealous!"

"I don't need to know about Tim. I'm more than a little embarrassed about what we have done, but Bobby, I also will tell you I loved it. Thanks for going to get the pill. I need to get dressed and go to work. Thanks again, but you do need to get out of here. Shocking behavior on my part, but I liked it."

"I loved it too. I'll get out of here, but I'm going to come back to visit again. This was wonderful!"