Pictures of Mommy …Part 4

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Pictures of Mommy …Part 4On Saturday morning, I was mowing the lawn and mom was preparing lunch, we had not decided what to shoot that day, we had to do a hardcore movie and we were out of ideas. I mean I was clueless about sex and mom was hardly a wealth of knowledge either. Suddenly the kitchen window flew open and mom shouted, “I bet the guys would like to see me fuck a carrot!”I will let that sentence hang in the air a moment…… Savor it….Truer words were never spoken, though at the time I was dumbfounded. “How can you fuck a carrot?” I asked.”You know… stick it in my pussy.” She said waving a big carrot at me. “Can you set up for a shoot in the kitchen?”It was a good size kitchen with a large window facing south. I said “Sure, no problem.””Give me half an hour to get ready. Then meet me in here. Lunch can wait.” She said as she went upstairs .An hour later she came down in a cute mini-skirt, it was really ‘mini’ and her stocking tops were almost fully visible when she was just standing straight. We did a quick rehearsal of the opening then I cranked the camera and called “Action!”I started outside shooting through the open window, like a peeping-tom, watching her in the kitchen walking around making lunch in tan fully fashioned nylons. Lots of up-skirt and down-blouse as she opened and closed cabinets and drawers.When she was over at the sink, which was in front of the window, washing the vegetables I focused on her face as she pretended to get horny while holding a good sized carrot. She must have been really horny – she’s not that good of an actress. This was going to be good! My dick was already waking up.She started licking it like it was a cock (the carrot not my dick). Then she opened her blouse and rubbed it between her tits for a minute before it headed south.I called “Cut!” while I came inside and re-positioned myself on the floor shooting up at her. God! I loved looking up her skirt this close to her heavenly thighs.I muttered weakly, “Action!”The carrot began exploring the soft cotton of her panties and trying to probe her. She pulled the crotch aside and the sight of her pussy, caused me to inhale audibly, as usual (good job we don’t have sound).I zoomed closer as the narrow end slid in and she slowly moved it around inside her. She was making little groaning noises as she did (I wished we had sound). I stayed focused on the carrot. I would shoot her “Oooh-faces” later and edit them in post production.This was one lucky carrot! She was moving it around faster now and it was obviously getting very wet. After a few minutes she pulled it out, turned it around and stuffed the big end in. Her groans where louder now, as she plunged the tubar in and out vigorously. It had a white ring of her juices around it indicating how deep it had been.She called “Cut!” and slid it out. Reaching in the sink she pulled out a courgette (cucumber – to my American friends)!”Action!” She called quickly. She wasn’t pretending anymore this was serious!It was soon rubbing against her panties. It was fat and long and I could not believe it would fit it inside her little slit, I thought the same thing about the tennis racket and was soon proved wrong there. It began to look like I was right this time though, no way would that fit in that little honey hole of hers. She struggled and struggled to get her pussy to accept it, but never under-estimate a determined woman!She took her panties off, grabbed a handful of softened butter from the counter and spread it on the end of the big green monster. She went over to the kitchen table and laid on her back, put her knees up in the air and spreading them wide apart.I called ‘Cut!’ while I pulled up a chair and sat between her legs. This was going to be good and I wanted it perfect. I straightened her stockings while I gawked at her wet pussy. It looked hungry and I think it was about to get fed! With my camera a foot away from it, I called “Action!”She still struggled to insert that large vegetable into her tight twat. She was opening her sweet lips with one had, showing a lot of pink and pushing hard with the other. She groaned in pain but she did not stop trying.Then, suddenly, it was in! Just an inch or two but enough to hear a gasp of relief/pleasure escape from her mouth. She continued to moan as she slowly pushed it in further. When it was as deep as it could go, she stopped and removed her hands and just lay there breathing heavily. The courgette remained firmly lodged where it was but I could see it pulsating to her heartbeat.Her hips then came up from the table and she rotated them in a grinding action. It still remained impaled tightly inside her buttery twat. It was mesmerizing to watch her move and hear her groans of pleasure. Letting her butt back down on the table she opened her legs as wide as she could and pulled it carefully out. When it finally popped out, I zoomed in closer as her gaping pussy gently closed like a camera’s iris.I made a mental note to set up more lighting next time.She re-inserted it and proceeded to fuck what was (let’s face it) part of my lunch. I leaned back in my chair – I did not want to get punched in the nose. Ten minutes later I ran out of film and called “Cut!”. I guess I was not going to get my “Oooh-face” shots. I didn’t think the punters would miss them – this was hot stuff!She had not stopped… she could not stop… she was giving herself the best fuck of her life (up till then). I just stood up and watched her. Of course, I was stroking my dick.She came hard and loud arching her back and trembling all over. When I thought it was over, it was not! She pulled the courgette out of her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She quickly came a second time even more forcefully.Laying there spent, eyes closed, she didn’t even notice when I ejaculated on her skirt and pussy. I watch my cum slowly drip down her wet ,buttery twat lips and onto the kitchen table.She finally got off the table and went upstairs to clean up and then, hopefully, finish making lunch. I was ready to eat! The cucumber was still on the table. I looked at mom’s pussy juices clinging to it. I licked them off. I was always told as a k** to eat everything mommy put in front of me! I was hooked on her essence. On the way to the darkroom I picked up her panties, they were still wet too.———-Sunday mom was reading the ‘News of the World’ Sunday newspaper. It was really not fair to dignify it as a newspaper, it was a gossip rag of the worst kind. It always had lurid stories of vicars being inappropriate or footballers punching their wives.Anyway, she started laughing and said. “Did you read about this woman in Manchester who forgot her son’s birthday?”She went on, “She came home to a room full of her son’s friends expecting a party. She had nothing prepared …so as a special treat she gave them a striptease and her son got a lap dance! Happy frikin’ birthday!” and that set her off laughing.Then I said, “We have to get that on film.” and she like the idea.We talked about how to shoot the birthday party scenario. I said I could set up the camera behind me on a tripod and if she could strip while on the coffee table we could capture the back of me and all of her in one shot. She like that idea too.”What should I wear?” She said.I loved it when she said that, ’cause we would go up to her room and I would lay on her bed while she tried on different lingerie and outfits for me approve. It always took me such a long time to select the one I liked… and I think she got a big kick out of modelling for me.We decided on a fifties look with a lots of petticoats, brown stockings, black garter-belt, white bra and panties. She put some records on the record player while I set up the lights, camera and chair.I sat in the chair with a party-hat on and a noise-maker in my mouth. The way it was lit up and shot I appeared as a black silhouette in the lower corner of the screen. Mom was lit up like a stripper should be.I cranked the camera, sat in the chair and called “Action!”She came into the room and mimed surprise at realizing she forgot it was my birthday. She expresses the old ‘I have an idea’ face. Then walked over to the record player turned it on and started dancing the Can-can in front of me.Now, I had seen women dance the ‘Can-can’ in movies and on the telly, but when a woman stands two feet in front of you and kicks her legs up above your head, it is very exciting!With all the white frilly petticoats her stockings shocked the senses when exposed. My heart was pumping as her legs kicked up in front of me and she flashed her knickers in front of my face. She was a good dancer and could kick really high giving a loud scream as she did so.For the finale she pulled her skirt and petticoats up and stuck her sweet ass in my face. I applauded and blew my noise-maker like a man possessed. Each time I blew it it would unroll and hit her butt.She put on another record, then with a wicked smile to the camera, stood on the coffee table and began to dance and slowly remove her clothing. Tossing istanbul escort each piece at me as it came off.Mom could sure move and her long legs stretched on forever when viewed from where I sat. When she took her bra off she came down from the coffee table and straddled me on my chair.She started rubbing her tits in my face and I started ‘motor-boating’ between them. Then she stood up and stepped out of her panties. She bought them up to her nose and inhaled deeply.Taking my party hat off she pulled her panties over my head so that the crotch was over my nose. I breathed in that nectar with all the capacity my lungs could contain.Laying on the table she teased opening and closing her legs. Finally she opens them wide and using her fingers showed me the full pinkness of her pussy! Happy Birthday Son!End scene cut.She smiled and called me over to her, “Get the still camera baby and let mommy take care of that.” Pointing at my crotch.I had a hard-on that was bursting to get out and mom could see I was about to explode. Kneeling in front of me she stroked my cock and rubbed the head on her nipple which stiffened as she did so (her nipple… my cock did not need more stiffening). I watched fascinated as it flicked against that nub of flesh, feeling sensations that echoed up the shaft and into my balls.I was hand-holding the camera and looking through the eyepiece. As I took pictures of what mom was doing to my cock, I was having a hard time (‘scuse pun) concentrating. She eventually drained my balls all over her big tits and we captured some great shots before my trembling knees caused me to collapsed on the floor.—–Monday, mom got a call from the publisher who needed a photo for a book cover. It had to show a woman gagged and tied to the bed. There was to be no nudity but it had to be sexy. The title of the book was ‘a*****ed!’We had not done any bondage stuff yet. So this would be new to both if us. I didn’t really get it as I said before, but I ran up to the bedroom with my equipment keen to ‘capture’ my mother in distress. She asked me to tie her to the bedposts and tossed me a handful of worn stockings to bind her with. Her outfit was a black knee-length skirt which she had ripped a slit up one side, to look like it was torn in a struggle. Her white blouse was also torn to reveal her white bra and her cleavage.She gave me all sorts of suggestions on how to shoot the scene before I gagged her. All she had to do was try to struggle and look frightened.I took the shots as requested, but I felt they were not quite believable enough.As I was about to untie her I put my hand on her leg and got that old electric tingle from my fingers to my prick. I ran my hand up her leg and under her skirt…. I think I was starting to understand the appeal of bondage.I pointed the camera at her face and said, “You know mom, since I have you in this position. You being unable to move an’ all. I think I should have a little fun. What do you think?”She shook her head ‘No’ and the look of fear was a little more genuine. Click…I put the back of my hand against the crotch of her lace panties. Her legs stiffened but could not close them enough to stop my stroking. She is telling me to stop through her gag and her eyes reaffirmed that sentiment. Click…I pulled her skirt all the way up and put my hand under the elastic of her panties until it found the top of her little pussy. Pressing my finger firmly against her clit, I look at her and say, “I don’t think it’s fair that you show me your sweet, sweet pussy but you don’t let me touch it. I’m touching it now aren’t I?”Her muffled cries and her eyes are all insisting I stop. Click…I tried to slide my finger into her pussy, it was closed to me so I wet it in my mouth and tried again. Now the finger slid easily in and I felt the sweet pink meat that was my mom’s cunt. She was angry. Click… and getting wet…Still not the shot I wanted. I reluctantly removed my finger from inside her and in one deft pull, ripped off her panties. Now she looked surprised and shocked. Click…I undid my pants and pulled out my hard dick. There was the look I wanted! She was afraid I really would fuck her. Click… That was the shot I was waiting for.I put the camera down and untied her. She smacked my hand and said I was very naughty to have done that but she had to admit it was exciting and had to look genuine (it was, infact, the last shot was the one they chose for the cover.).She went onto say that she was somehow excited by the thought of what I might have done to her whilst she was vulnerable. She wanted to know if I really would have fucked her. I just smiled and put away my dick.”Get that back out and get me my vibrator from my drawer. You can fuck me with my vibrator, lay down on the bed.” She commanded.I did as I was told. When I was on my back she got over me into a 69 position and started to slowly suck my cock. Her pussy was in front of my face so I turned on the vibrator and worked it into her wet slot. I was also able to lick her clitoris and my tongue was soon soaked with her salty sweetness. I could drink her by the cupfull if that was possible… and I think it might be.She stopped sucking my cock long enough to let out some loud groans when she came, then went back to sucking me off. My face was soaked with her when I ejaculated in her sweet mouth and down her throat. We fell asleep with her spooning me with her hand on my dick.——————-It was not all fun and games. I did a lot of studying about film making and I spent a lot of time cleaning and learning how to use my camera gear. Which led me to experiment with different ways to shoot and edited my film.For example. One day mom came back from London worn out. The traffic had been bad and she just and plopped down on the sofa in her leather skirt. She only got up to freshen her wine glass. And by her second glass she had laid down on the sofa and started to close her eyes.”Mom.” I said, “is it OK if I shoot a movie while you sleep? I will try not to disturb you.””Sure honey, do whatever you want, I’m too tired to care.” She said rolling on her back .So I went up to my bedroom and grabbed my box of ‘green army men’. You know the ones. One guy carried a radio, one throwing a grenade, one standing firing his gun, one with a mine detector, one laying down shooting… You know the ones, all green plastic, two inches tall.I took them downstairs where mom appeared to be sound asleep. With my movie camera on a tripod and set to ‘stop-action’ mode I filmed my army men assaulting her pussy. I took me an hour to shoot, but it is a classic short movie and was well worth the effort.They started as a five man squad down by her feet. With the captain and radio man hanging back by her ankles the other three men started a ‘recce’ of mom’s nylon clad legs. One of them snagged her hose and a ladder spread up her inside leg. The men followed the ladder northwards. When they got to the hem of her skirt I filmed them sliding between her legs and disappearing into the darkness.Then the guy with the grenade came out and signaled to the officer to join them.For the next part of the shoot I carefully pulled mom’s skirt up above her waist. There was perfection again. Silk french knickers, Black garter-belt with pink flowers coupled perfectly to her tan stockings. I put my head down to her crotch where my nose inhaled her womanly fragrance. It was extra fragrant today! I longed to taste it.The officer and radio man set up base camp where the suspender-belt hooked to the stocking on her left leg while the other three explored her crotch. Two of the men pulled her panties aside revealing her pussy. The soldier with the machine gun kept it pointed at the crack while the other two tried to open it.Mine-detector guy carefully checked the pussy for mines and when it was all clear,Laying-down-shooting guy stuck his head in. It came out wet and shiny and tasty, he volunteered to go back in and explore some more… that’s when mom woke up.”What are you doing?” She inquired sleepily looking down at the green men on her leg.”I’m shooting a movie and I’m almost done. Can I push this guy in a little more?” I pleaded. She obligingly let me finish filming the soldier disappearing into her cunt. Of course I never actually shoved five soldiers into her twat. I filmed laying-down-shooting guy slowly enter her until his legs disappeared then, with the magic of editing, I could make it seem like all five went up there. Hell, I could have made it look like a whole regiment vanished if I had the time.The next day I plugged in the projector and we watched the play back. It was funny, cute and quite sexy. Mom was very impressed and said I should get an Oscar. I said she deserved an academy award for acting. We have the same sense of humor and could rely on each other for a laugh. It sold well in Europe and was not the last stop-motion movie we did.—————We had to admit we were a little desperate for fresh plots. We had to avcılar escort shoot softcore stuff for the UK market and hardcore for Europe.Softcore was no real issue as different outfits could substitute for plot. Just filming mom doing normal day-to-day stuff like vacuuming was enough of a story if the outfit was sexy enough and with the contents of her lingerie drawers, that would never be a problem.She could make just reading a book arousing and climbing a ladder. Don’t get me started.Oh my God! She was a sexy, sexy woman. lucky me :-)I Who knew changing a light-bulb could be sexy. When mom did it , it sure was!The hardcore stuff was where we struggled. It was just mom and we were limited in what she could do solo. I offered to be in the movies with her but she pooh-poohed that idea. However she did let my hand do a cameo in a few movies. I remember the one where she took a bath….I shot the whole movie with no tripod. So this was like one of the first POV movies that everyone loves these days.I am in the bathroom when mom walks in. She gives me a big smile then runs a bath and gets undressed. No one can undress like mom. Slow and sensual. My hand makes its first appearance when she turns her back for help with the zipper of her dress.I am shooting this from a sitting position so mom’s great body is front and center as she gets naked and climbs into the soapy tub. She splashes around in the water for several minutes. Her boobs are a pleasure to watch as they bob around in the suds.She stands up and gives me her sponge indicating I should scrub her back. The camera vigorously nods ‘yes’ as my hand reappears in its starring roll. I started to clean her back but soon made it down to her ass. The bubbles multiplied exponentially as my hand cleaned between those round cheeks. When I started to work on her pussy she turn around and tried to take the sponge from Mr. Hand. It moved away and the camera said ‘No.”She gave the camera a stern look, wagging her finger, but I kept the sponge from her. She soon gave me that ‘OK, if you must” look and let my hand start washing her tits. I so wanted to drop the camera and use both hands. Big soapy tits are the best! The bubbles left a long thick trail down between her tits and down to her trimmed pussy. My hand dropped the sponge and I picked up an almost new bar of ‘Dove’ soap. I began to lather up her twat. My fingers could feel the distinct wetness of her juices between her lips, it was different, even more slippery than soapy water! I worked the bar of soap between her cunt lips and soon a corner had penetrated about and inch in. I kept working it and working it. She was bemused but nonchalantly let me continue to clean down there. Soon half the bar of soap buried in my mother!I took my hand away and let it be fully captured on film in its full glory that was…. my mom’s twat gripping a bar of soap. She was laughing when she saw what I had done. Thrusting her hips towards me she flex some hidden cunt muscle and the bar of soap shot 1/2 way across the room. Movie magic… no special effects.The camera watched as she rinsed and rinsed and rinsed her pussy but the soapy water never seemed to stop coming out…fade to black—————–I came home from school one day and mom was in the front room with what can only be described as a ‘Dolly-girl’. Her name was Cindy and mom had picked her up from the train station earlier. They had been drinking wine and getting to know each other since then.”This is the young man who took all those pictures I showed you.” Mom said with more than a hint of pride.”I think your snaps are real gear. Dig?” Cindy said getting up and walking over to me smiling.She must be foreign I thought ’cause I don’t know what she just said.She was wearing white boots that came up to her knees, then there was a long stretch of smooth pantyhose clad thigh that disappeared under a white micro mini skirt. I caught a glimpse of white knickers when she stood up, which matched the white bra visible under her sheer white blouse. She must have caused a stir in the pants of any man lucky enough to share a compartment with her on the train. She was beautiful, young and very sexy.She stood in front of me and I was looking at her ample cleavage. She was taller than me in those boots and when my eyes eventually met hers I was truly smitten with her beauty. She had bright white lipstick on, which would have looked absurd on any other woman, but on her it looked ‘fab’ to quote her. She peppered all her sentences with ‘fab’, ‘groovy’, ‘far-out’ and other such colloquialisms of the time. Mom and I soon started talking just like her.Mom had contacted the publisher in London to find a model to do a lesbian shoot with. They had suggested Cindy and our lives were changed from then on. She was a breath of fresh air and her and mom were getting on like a house on fire.Over dinner, I learned that Cindy would be staying in the spare room until Sunday. Since we were paying her by the day mom said she would call my school and tell them I was sick tomorrow and Friday, so we could maximize production. I liked that idea and fell a little bit more in love with our new guest.Mom wanted to do a photo-shoot while there was still enough light outside. She had an idea for a traveling sales lady storybook that we decided to shoot. Cindy was ecstatic to find out mom had never even kissed a woman and teased her while they dressed and did each others make-up.The 1st shot was a close-up of the back of Cindy’s legs, heels and perfectly straight seams of her fully fashioned nylons. We zoom out and we see she is a door-to-door sales lady and she is standing in front of a door. She rings the bell.Next shot: I am behind mom as she answers the door. She is in her dressing gown. Introductions are made and Cindy is invited in to show her product line.We then go back outside to shoot mom waving goodbye from the door as Cindy gets into the car and leave, giving us a nice up skirt shots as she gets in the vehicle. Beginning and end shots sorted. Back inside now for the meat and potatoes!In the living room we find out Cindy sells fully-fashioned stockings. Lucky us! While mom sits on the sofa Cindy pulls up her skirt and asks mom what she thinks of the nylons she is wearing? Click…click . She asks her to turn around to examine the heels and seams. Click…click…clickCindy then turns back and kicks off a shoe. Putting her nylon-ed foot in front of mom she asks her to feel quality. Mom runs her hand up the leg from the toe to the top and approves. She then stands up and opens her dressing gown. She is wearing a black lace bra with matching panties, suspender-belt and stockings. Cindy is invited to feel the quality of her nylons. She runs her hand up mom’s thigh and is looking deep into her eyes as she continues up to her panties and starts to gently rub the crotch…”What do I do?” Mom says to her.”Just do what I do.” was the whispered reply.They gently kissed. I switched cameras for close up shots as they explored each others lips and tongues. Cindy was gently stroking mom’s panties. Mom’s hand went up Cindy’s skirt and ditto with the stroking. My camera did not know what to shoot – it was information overload!I stopped shooting for a second and watched everything I could in awe. They seemed unaware I was still in the room. I started snapping shots again when Cindy had removed mom’s dressing gown and bra and was doing a job on her nipples. She was licking them, sucking them and biting them gently. The close-up camera captured it all.Mom helped Cindy strip to her lingerie while still continuing to kiss each other. The kisses went down to Cindy’s breasts where she duplicated what had been done to her. I stayed out for the long shot as Cindy had her hand down mom’s panties and was working her clit slowly.When Mom stood up for the next pose Cindy knelt down and used her teeth to help remove her panties. Then her tongue was between her legs searching for the heaven that resided therein, she found it, which made mom’s knees go weak and she dropped down to the sofa.Cindy kept her head between those stocking-ed legs as her tongue flicked away at her little slit. When she heard my camera clicking near-by trying to get a shot, she stopped and let me see what she had done to mom’s pussy. It was soaking wet…whether from spit or cunt-juice I could not tell. Smiling at me she opened it wider showing the pinkness. I clicked away.She continued to open it until the pink meat parted to reveal a black-as-night little entrance. She poked her tongue into the cavity and again I was looking at the back of her head. I found something else to photograph… there were lots of choices.Soon Cindy slid two fingers into mom’s pussy and was now an inch or two from her face looking into her eyes with a look of wicked pleasure. She started to rapidly rub her fingers in and out . She was concentrating on the back of the pubic bone behind the clitoris. Rubbing so fast I thought she might start a fire! Mom’s eyes opened wide in şirinevler escort surprise and rapid gasps came from her open mouth.She was looking Cindy in the eyes seeming to say ‘yes…yes’.The sound of wet sloppy fingers filled the room. Mom quickly came and squirted over Cindy’s rapidly moving hand. Cindy removed her fingers and licked them. Mom licked them too. Newly energized she now reversed rolls and went down on Cindy.She didn’t have any hesitation as she opened her first pussy and threw her tongue in there with gusto. You would think she had eaten pussy all her life and Cindy’s delicate cunt was soon soaking wet and immortalized in my camera from every angle.After a while she too stuck in two fingers and brought Cindy to an orgasm the same way she had been manipulated earlier. Cindy’s orgasm was very loud and she produced a lot of juice which was all over mom’s fingers when she pulled them out. I continued to shoot as she smeared the juice onto Cindy’s smooth pink nipples. Mom licked one nipple and Cindy licked the other, then they lay on the floor gently kissing.The shoot was over, I dashed up to the darkroom to develop and print what I had just captured on film. My mind was numb and my dick was hard enough to knock a nail into a 2×4! I had just witnessed two women fuck each other and it was beautiful. The contact sheets I printed confirmed that it was a magical moment in sensuality.When I took them down to show the ladies, they were in their dressing gowns at the kitchen table drinking wine. Cindy was saying, ” …so I told him I was OK with kinky, but nothing perverted!”Mom asked, “What’s the difference?” in all seriousness”Well,” replied Cindy, ” if a man brings a feather to the bedroom, that’s kinky. But if he brings in a whole chicken…that’s perverted!” and they both burst into uproarious laughter. I didn’t get it!—–The next morning Cindy was home alone, as mom had gone to the store and I was in the studio. The door bell rang. She wasn’t thinking and answered the door in her baby-doll see-through nightie. It was a young teenager from America and he was on a mission to spread ‘The Word’.She said the look on his face was priceless when he saw all her God-given goodies in the bright sunlight.”How he ran away so fast with that hard-on in his pants I will never know?” she laughed. “He dropped his bible on the door step!” She said holding it up.That gave us an idea for a movie, but we would need a young man to play the leading part. Cindy said most of the guys in her industry were pretty low-life and none could pass for that young anymore.I said I knew someone I could ask and ran out to the backyard to find Woody, he was the son of the farmer who owned the adjacent property. I ran into him many times during that spring, on my nature rambles.He left school before graduating and worked his father’s farm. I would see him on the tractor and he would often stop and give me a ride. When he told me his name was “Woody” he said he was called that ’cause he was thick-as-a-plank and laughed in a self depreciating way. He was as gentle as a lamb and knew a lot about farming.I found him in one of his fields repairing a fence. “Woody.” I said. “I’m shooting a movie this afternoon, would you like to be in it?””I’m not an actor I’m a farmer!” He replied.”Well,” I answered, “I’m not a director I’m a schoolboy, but we play the hand we are dealt. Am I right?”That logic seemed to have worked and he agreed to shower, change into his Sunday best and come over that afternoon. I told him he must not tell anyone as it was a secret. He said “OK.” as if it was an everyday request. If only he knew what he was in for!At 12:15 pm there was Woody, at our door wearing black pants and a white short-sleeved shirt with a thin tie. His hair was parted and combed and he was as clean as I have ever seen him. I introduced him to mom and Cindy.Cindy fairly gushed over him as she felt his biceps and shoulders. “You are a big, strong boy aren’t you?” she said admiringly, “I wonder how big?””Huh?” Said Woody.Over lunch we explained to Woody what his part would be. He was to be seduced. We would do the photo shoot first and then break and repeat the shoot as a movie. I don’t think he clearly understood the plot but he was certainly game to try.While Cindy and mom went up stairs to change, I explained that when I said “Hold it” that meant he was to remain in that position while I took my shots.I took him outside and took pictures of him walking up the drive with the bible in hand and ringing the door bell. I left him there while I checked on the ladies.Cindy had on the short blue baby-doll nightie she had worn that morning with matching see through panties. She also had on black stockings, garter-belt and hi heels.Mom was in a white girdle perfectly coupled to her tan stockings. She had no bra on and no panties on under her girdle. Black heels and a short silk dressing gown completed the look.I stood behind them as they opened the door. “Hold it!” I called when I saw the look on Woody’s face. His eyes were as big as dinner plates when he saw Cindy’s large breast pushing against that flimsy nylon nightie.He was invited in and sat on the sofa with mom and Cindy either side of him. He is trying to show them his bible as they loosen his tie… his shirt … his pants.Cindy pushes her tits in his face while mom puts her hand in his Y-fronts and pulled out his member.”I think we found the true reason he was called ‘Woody’.” said Mom.Both women turned their attention to his cock. Each was licking one side of it unable to hide their delight at the size of his manhood. He sat back on the sofa looking down on his unit as it received this attention. … I was jealous as hell but kept shooting.Mom had her dressing gown open and Woody’s huge fingers had found her wet pussy and were exploring her… I was jealous as hell but kept shooting.When Cindy went back to rubbing her tits in his face, mom straddled him and mounted his penis… I was jealous as hell but I kept on shooting.”I going to cum!” He said.Cindy said “No, no, no!” and grabbed the root of his dick while mom dismounted him… I was jealous as hell but kept shooting.Cindy knelt in front of him while he stood up. She released his cock and let him shoot his load all over her face. What a load that was too.. I was jealous as hell but I kept shooting.When he had emptied his balls on her, Cindy grabbed mom and kissed her passionately with her cummy lips. She responded enthusiastically and was soon licking every drop off her face and swallowing it.Their lips and tongues were slick with his batter as they endlessly kissed.I was jealous as hell the shoot was over, so I pulled out my cock and came on them too!… That helped. Not so jealous now…..They licked that off of their faces too. You would not have believed that these women had eaten lunch just an hour ago!The ladies went to clean up and re-apply lipstick, while I made gin and tonics for every one. Woody got dressed and had a grin on his face that I was afraid would be permanent (we still had the movie to shoot.).After about half an hour Woody was ready and keen to shoot the movie. Cindy pointed out that if he could hold off on cumming he would get to fuck both of them! He was motivated to try.We recreate the shoot on film up to the point where he was mounted by mom then continued. She straddled him and was grinding on his cock moaning loudly.Cindy was licking mom’s tits while Woody’s fingers probed her pussy and ass! I did not know what to focus on first. Woody’s cock was wet with mom’s pussy juices so I zoomed in as he pounded her.After a few minutes, mom dismounted and it was Cindy’s turn to ride that monster cock. She did it with gusto as mom put her finger in her asshole feeling his dick pounding her from inside Cindy’s ass.Woody was fingering mom and squeezing Cindy’s tits, his eyes darting around wildly not knowing what to look at first… Been there buddy, got the T-shirt!I had run out of film and called ‘Cut!’ but they did not stop. So I quickly threaded a new spool of film and we proceeded to shoot our first 2-reeler movie.Cindy and mom were now in a 69 position on the floor. Cindy was licking mom’s pussy while Woody was pounding it from behind. They swapped positions and Cindy was getting fucked while mom licked balls and pussy simultaneously.Every now and then they would stop and both start licking his cock and kissing each other.For the finale. Woody physically picked up Cindy and sat her on the couch. He then sat mom on top of her. He could now fuck both pussies one top of the other!Kneeling in between them. He pushed his prick deep into Cindy a few times then pulled it out and pushed it deep into mom a few times. He repeated that 10 or 20 more times and they both groaned each time he slid it in between their wet lips, which closed slowly when it was removed.He gave them both a good fucking then stood up. They looked up at him and pulled their pussies open to show their gaping pink meat. They also had their mouths wide open and their tongues out. I was sooo proud of my mother. She was now a class ‘A’ professional porn star!He came another huge load over their hungry cunts managing to splash into both.Cut – end scene!Gotta hand it to them farmers…they know how to fuck!Woody would go on to star in many more of our movies but only as a hobby…he loved his farming.

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