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My mom's slutty side

... the arm rest and stretched one of her legs across the sofa and had the other one bent on the floor. My head kept turning towards Lewis who I was surprised to this point hadn't raised the photography idea yet. He was still fiddling around the lens on his camera, probably cleaning all the crap that was on them from college. Mom sat up again and crossed one of her legs over the other leg as she continued to drink her wine. She reminded me of them hot secretaries you'd see in porn scenes just before they get fucked. "But you look way hotter than any of those girls in the magazines Mrs B." Brian uttered. She laughed. "You're just telling me that because you're my son's friend Lewis and you have to be nice and respectful." Lewis got the hint that mom was opening herself up more to him. "Nah I'm being serious Mrs B, your legs look so nice and look at the way they look in that outfit, there's no way those girls could pull that off." "I don't know what to say to this oh my gosh." She began to laugh. She grabbed one of the clips from her hair and undid her bun, letting her hair run down both shoulders. Smirking and drinking more of her wine, mom ran her fingers down her thighs and legs which were bent in front of her. The sight of her becoming slightly tipsy made me realize that this was the point where Lewis could raise the photography idea. I turned to Lewis and nudged him making sure I pointed to his camera. Lewis finally got his camera working and placed it onto his lap. "Well I ...

... have an idea Mrs B, you know I'm studying a degree in Photography and all. Why don't we show him how sexy you are, why don't you let me take some sexy pictures of you." I was amazed that mom's reaction wasn't what I'd thought it would be. She put her glass down and just chuckled to herself. Almost like she was being hit on and she was enjoying it. Lewis continued. "You can show it to him then Mrs B and he can see what he's missing out on. Plus it will help me with my university work too." "Lewis can make you look way hotter than those girls in these magazines mom, none of the professors in university know you anyway." I added. Mom began to stand up and adjust her skirt so that it covered her ass cheeks. "Well as long as if it's for your degree Lewis, I'll be in my room just get your camera." She said as she walked off out of the living room. The sense of relief was immense, both me and Lewis couldn't believe what was happening. As he watched mom leave the living room with her peachy ass evidently trying to burst out from her mini skirt, I began to contemplate what had just happened. "SHIT b*o, SHE'S A WHORE I DON'T GIVE A FUCK." He said in amazement. "Quit talking man, let's go." I couldn't let this opportunity go, it could be the start of many things and experiences that I've fantasized about involving mom. We made our way upstairs to mom's room. Lewis walked in with his camera hung around his neck. Mom was sitting on her chair in front of her make-up draw facing us. Even ...