Family Pictures with Mom

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Perspective: The Son

My mother was wearing a bikini by the backyard pool. She laid on a lounge chair with the sun shining down on her body. It was unusual, because mom rarely goes sunbathing, much less uses the pool. Now, for the last month, she’s by the pool every weekend. Proud to show her body and large breasts.

She’s a scientist, by the way, that works in a laboratory and is involved with different projects relating to the human body and mind. We’re both tech geeks, so once in a while she tries to explain her work to me.

While I was eating breakfast in the dining room, I noticed mom putting on her robe before coming back inside the house. There was a calm, yet tense look on her face. She reached in her pocket and handed me cash when she got inside.

“Here’s a $100,” she said, handing me the money. “Treat yourself, invite a friend to the mall, buy lunch, and maybe a new video game if you want.”

I couldn’t remember the last time my mother randomly gave me cash. Especially since I graduated from college last year and got a part-time job, earning my own money. She seemed adamant that I take it.

“You’re giving me free money? You must be in a really good mood.”

She nodded. “I’m in a fantastic mood and I want the house to myself. Put it that way.”

Her smile was friendly, but oddly deceptive. Lately, whenever she was home alone, things were often rearranged in the living room. A part of me wondered if she had a new exercise routine, that maybe she does yoga or aerobics and has to move furniture around, but she’s never mentioned it.

There was more clarity to the situation when I saw her in the kitchen before heading to work the next day. She was wearing a typical blouse and office pants as she drank coffee.

“Have you ever heard of a Neurolink?” she asked, taking a sip of the beverage.

“Does it have something to do with brain function?”

“Correct. We’re working on a device that can help control brain functions, designed to help people with phobias and inner-struggles. Sounds cool, right? Technically this research is supposed to be a company secret, but I felt you should know.”

There was a smile on her face, and for good reason. She was always proud of her accomplishments and they meant everything to her. For this, I had the feeling that there was something more.

“That’s awesome,” I replied. “Do you have any phobias of your own? I mean, have you tested it out or something?”

It was my subtle way of seeing if this was the reason she’d been acting strange. She caught on to my question, as she always does. By the look on her face, she wanted to be coy, yet truthful about her experience.

“You might notice some changes in my behavior. Nothing drastic, but enough to make small improvements. I’m a perfectionist, after all. And you’re right, we’ve been doing extensive testing in the lab and I’ve run tests on myself. Don’t worry, it’s totally safe and it could possibly make us rich.”

She continued, “But money isn’t the biggest thing — it’s about helping people be the best version of themselves. If that means pushing boundaries here and there, I’m fine with that.”

“Now you’ve made me curious,” I replied. “It sounds like something out of a movie. Can I see it?”

Mom blushed and sipped her coffee. “Sooner than you think.”

Our relationship changed forever on what should have been an ordinary day. She was about to leave for work and gave me a tender embrace before heading towards the door.

“Have a good day! Love you!” she said with a hug and a kiss, followed by a rub to my shoulder.

“Love you, too,” I replied.

There was anxiety on her face, but a twinkle in her eyes. It was the most conflicted expression I’d ever seen. I didn’t know what to think of it, but then again, everything was strange since the Neurolink project.

Before leaving, her eyes glanced over to the living room table, then she left in a hurry. Was it a subconscious reflex? Was she hoping I’d look there? Or wouldn’t look? There was a lamp on that table and family photos in frames.

Could there be a sentimental reason? One of the pictures was of mom and me. The other picture was of mom with her parents. That must have been it, I thought, mom was probably going through some things and thought of her parents.

I went to the table and what I saw shocked me to the core.

A family picture was swapped for a nude photograph. Not just of any woman, but mom. I picked it up for a closer examination. I could tell the picture was taken recently, based on mom’s current haircut.

In the photograph, mom was naked, sitting on the living room couch, posing for whoever was taking the image. Her tits looked big. Her legs were spread with her hands resting on her knees and her posture was upright. There was satisfaction on her face, which showed that she was a willing participant.

This was bizarre. I had a difficult time understanding how the picture got there. She knew, she must have known — it was the reason Lefkoşa Escort she was acting strange that morning, and the reason her eyes drifted towards this photograph.

Perspective: The Mother

Sarah answered the door. It was her boss, a punctual woman who was always in control. They communicated through text messages to make sure that her son wasn’t home. Something like this needed strict privacy. Her son didn’t suspect a thing. No one in the lab suspected anything, either.

When the door closed, Sarah got naked while her boss remained dressed. Her outfit was neatly placed on the couch. Other days, it would be in various places, like a nearby table, or piled on the floor. The variety kept things lively.

As usual, her pink nipples turned erect from the exposure. The sensations of doing something like this always felt new, despite her familiarity.

“How do you want me?” Sarah asked.

“I bought something for you. Place it on the living room table and sit on it. I think it will make for a marvelous photograph.”

The boss reached in her pocket and handed Sarah a wrapped gift. Unraveling it, Sarah discovered a dildo with a suction cup attached at the base so it could be placed anywhere.

Naked in the living room, Sarah attached the dildo to the table. She’d never used a sex toy before because she was always too embarrassed to buy one. Now that she had one in her possession, it was yet another opportunity to explore.

She lowered herself and was penetrated by the sex toy. The feeling was electric, as she hadn’t had sex in a while, and the boss snapped pictures. It was yet another new experience in their unorthodox relationship.

“Just like that,” the boss said. “Keep going. Up and down. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I always do.”

She fucked herself in the sanctity of her home. The camera was persistent, capturing everything, all her movements and facial expressions.

Approaching an orgasm, she kept her eyes on the camera. This was the new version of Sarah, the one that’s fearless and sexually liberated. The old Sarah would never dream of even showing a nipple to the camera.

***

Behind the veneer of a proper woman, Sarah had a side of herself that was carefully guarded. Since the early days of her sexuality, she fantasized about her family and the fantasy remained with her.

It was a gift and a curse, from accidentally finding her father’s porn collection decades ago. Their family was in the process of moving to another city and she found the collection in the attic, buried beneath a pile of books. There was a 70s-style book with a torn off cover, and the short stories it contained were pornographic.

She noticed buzzwords as she flipped through the book. Words like, ‘mom, dad, sister, brother…. fuck… suck… cum…’ These were incest stories.

It was a horrifying thing to uncover, especially in those days. She’d always viewed her parents as God-fearing people. People to be revered because of their wholesome qualities. Her dad was a man of the community. Her mother was a pillar at church.

Knowing her dad liked incest literature was a difficult pill to swallow, but she centered herself, doing her best to view her parents as normal people. She wondered if mom knew about this. It was most likely a perverted secret that men kept amongst themselves, she thought.

Sarah never got the answer to that question, but before they moved, she would sneak in the attic to read as much as possible. Being a fast reader meant that she was able to absorb a lot of content. Her sharp memory kept those stories in her imagination.

After they moved she never saw that book again. She assumed dad tossed it out.

Nonetheless, the stories persisted in her memories, causing her masturbation fantasies to grow from ‘normal’ to something lascivious. From that point forward, her sexual desires revolved around family. Either a fictional idea of a family, or her own family.

She justified these masturbations through the lens of ‘intellectual curiosity.’ It was her attempt to understand human sexuality. In more personal ways, it was her attempt at understanding why her father would have such material hidden in the family attic.

In more recent years — nearly three decades later — her secret habit became easier with the rise of social media. Only this time, the new object of affection was her son; a vibrant young man who was active on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. It seemed like every week there was a new image to rouse Sarah’s interest.

At night, in her bedroom, she’d indulge herself. Sitting in front of her computer screen, she’d lean back and review Nick’s posts. If there was anything interesting, she’d get a towel and place it on the seat, then she’d sit bare-bottomed.

Two fingers were all that were needed to satisfy herself as her eyes fixated on the picture of her son. She’d imagine kissing him, being there with him in that picture, sucking his cock… Kıbrıs Escort fucking him. Did that make her a bad mother? No, in her opinion. It’s the mind indulging itself, she thought.

Her orgasms would always be strong and she kept a box of tissues on her desk. When it was done, she’d return to her normal self, whatever that was. Educational plaques on the wall and science books on the shelf were her identity.

Now, after coming home from work, the first thing she did was check the naked photograph placed in the living room. It was something her boss instructed her to do, leaving a naked photo ‘hidden in plain sight’ for a while.

The presumption was that Nick would never find it. This was meant to be a mental exercise, something to stimulate her in new ways. She had extensive conversations with her boss about the psychology of exhibitionism and incest, how the taboos blend without effort.

Her memory was sharp and she noticed that the naked photograph had shifted ever so slightly. Yes, it had been moved. Her son looked at it.

A sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. She’s been caught. Her secret was exposed — to her son of all people. She silently cursed her boss for asking her to go this far. But in the end, she consented.

It took a few moments to accept the humiliation burning within. Things like this are never easy. Normal parents don’t leave nude pictures of themselves in the living room as an experiment.

Now she had to deal with the consequences. Sarah decided that the best approach was to take things head-on. As a single parent, she prided herself on having an honest relationship with her son.

Sarah called her son down the stairs then sat down. She was still in her work clothes and made no attempt to hide the photograph on the frame. In fact, she turned the frame so it would be more prominent.

They sat on the same couch and her son’s eyes darted at the picture frame. The tension in the living room was one that never existed before.

“I’m sure you have a million questions,” she said.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Would you rather ask me? Or should I spare you the pain and explain everything?”

“I think we can skip this,” he said. “None of this is necessary. Really, it might be better if we skipped this.”

“Actually, it would make me feel better if I explained everything. Otherwise, we’d always have this dark cloud hanging over us.”

“Okay, whatever you think is best.”

She opened her briefcase and took out a large folder that was stuffed with papers. Then she handed it to her son.

“This is what I’m working on,” she said. “It’s confidential information from the lab research that I’m involved with. I want you to read it later.”

He accepted the big file. “What’s it about? Would I be able to understand it?”

“Skim through it. Much of that is written in plain English so you should be fine.”

As her son listened, Sarah explained that the research she’d been doing revolved around the ability to alter one’s personality. Particularly people being unhappy with their overall well-being, relationships, and sex lives.

She further explained, “There’s a way to reverse the shortcoming in people’s lives. Our research has a way of expanding the human mind and it’s groundbreaking. Read the documents I’ve given you, then you’ll have a better idea.”

“I guess that explains why you put that picture there.”

Blushing, her son took a glance at the naked picture so prominently displayed on the table. If there was ever going to be complete honesty between them, it had to be now. She wanted her son to read the documents with a full understanding of how powerful the Neurolink is.

Sarah explained things in greater detail. Going back to the inception of her sexual fetishes, she told Nick about her father’s book and the years of incest fantasies that followed.

With great reluctance, she confessed that she masturbated to Nick’s facebook and instagram photos. It was the ultimate humiliation, but seeing her son’s reaction was even more taboo than her frequent masturbation sessions. This was raw and untamed. It was the culmination of her life’s experience.

Her pussy was on fire and she sat with her legs crossed. She thought this confession would be pure torture, instead it was sexual torture at its finest. She’d never been so aroused in her life and her face was almost red.

Going by the look on her son’s face, the mortified feeling was mutual.

“Are these really your thoughts?” he questioned. “Or has the Neurolink done something to you?”

“Read the file, then we’ll talk afterward.”

“That should be an awkward conversation,” he replied with a small smile.

She noticed her son’s eyes shift to her nude photograph on the table beside her. Instead of brushing it off, she decided to take things head on.

Reaching over, she held the photograph and looked at it. The nude image was beautiful and she understood why her son Girne Escort had an interest. The picture made her look and feel like a sophisticated porn star.

“Did you like seeing it?” she asked, rubbing the photograph.

“It was a big surprise, that’s for sure.”

“Answer me, I was honest with you. Did you like seeing this picture?”

“Kind of, yeah,” he replied with hesitation. “I mean, it’s like a beautiful work of art.”

She gazed at her son. “Go ahead, take this. Do whatever you want with it. Toss it in a drawer, throw it away, keep it on your desk. It’s up to you.”

Their relationship changed when her son accepted the photograph and placed it inside the folder. Her initial reaction was that it would be tucked away somewhere to spare themselves of further embarrassment, but she figured Nick would use the image when necessary, to jerk off when needed.

***

The first thing Sarah did in her bedroom was turn on her computer so she could email her boss. She was still dressed in her work outfit when she sat down to explain everything that happened. Her thoughts and confessions.

In many ways, this was a combination of work and pleasure. She’d never felt such intense feelings of arousal. And this also piqued the scientific side of her brain, which wanted to explore this further. To delve into the deepest, darkest parts of the human mind. Learning about the limits of human sexuality.

She changed her clothes and tried to relax. When she got an email reply from her boss, it was true to form. Her boss never missed a beat and was as methodical as ever. Sarah took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever came next.

Sarah,

Perhaps it’s time we expand the parameters of this research, both in terms of scope and location. Here’s what I want you to do.

1) Attached is a contract/application for your son to sign. He will be hired as a research assistant and will be paid for his work at home.

2) Once your son’s job is processed, he will be privy to more confidential information, and you will be expected to be naked at home all the time. This includes your backyard pool area.

We will discuss this further in the lab Monday morning.

Regards,

Wong

Even with all the sexual moments they’ve shared, her boss’s emails were always written with the utmost formalities. The points made in the email were so direct that Sarah didn’t know how to process these requests.

She opened the attached file and saw a job application, non-disclosure forms, and legal notices. The offer was the real deal. Never did she imagine working with her son on the Neurolink project.

After printing the forms, she went to her son’s room. It was tough because her son had a naked picture of her. She wondered where the picture would be placed. Part of her hoped it was tossed out, another part hoped it would be sitting on a table beside his bed.

The papers Sarah gave her son were spread out. Nick had been studying them. No sign of the nude photograph though. Her eyes scanned the room and she was disappointed that the picture was put away.

“You look like you’re studying for an exam,” she smiled.

He smiled back and shrugged. “In a way, that’s kind of true. This research is interesting stuff. It reads like a science fiction book.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Is that why you came here? To check on me?”

“We’ll get to that. But I’m wondering, where did you put my picture?”

“Away in a drawer. You’ll be mad if I left it out. Plus it would be weird.”

Sarah took a deep breath. “Go ahead, put it on your desk.”

“Why? How come?”

“I’ll tell you in a moment.”

She watched Nick in a state of confusion, then she saw him open the drawer to get the picture. The sight of Nick holding her naked photograph in a frame will always be unsettling. When he glanced at the naked image, Sarah felt her pussy twitch.

The photograph was placed on the desk with the image facing the room. It made Sarah’s heart pound to see her secret in the open.

“Thank you,” she said, holding up the job application. “I emailed my boss about what happened. She wants to offer you a side-gig.”

Nick seemed amused by this, which made Sarah feel relieved that she wouldn’t be hounded with more questions or disgust.

“I already have a part-time job,” he replied.

Sarah put the job application on her son’s bed. “Now you’ll have another part-time job. Look it over. It’s easy work. You can do it at home, plus the money is good.”

“Does this bother you? You seem… I don’t know… like you’re pressured to do these things, if that makes sense at all.”

“Keep reading those research documents,” she said. “Then you’ll understand. It’s complicated. The truth is, the research is scary, but as a scientist I have to know where it leads.”

She refrained from telling her son about the massive orgasms she regularly experienced as a result of this research. Somehow she knew that her son understood. The wetness between her legs became an aroma that filled the bedroom.

***

It was Sarah’s first time naked in the backyard. As soon as her robe was removed, she felt the morning air against the skin. She felt the warmth of the sun on her big breasts. This is what true freedom is, she thought.

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