Risque Pictures

Note: This incest story as all others listed in this site is completely fictional! NEVER try same things in real live!!!

Natalie decided to have some pictures taken when she saw an ad in
the community paper. The ad offered any picture with cheap prices.
It also mentioned that the photographer was a college girl trying to
make extra money for school. So she called the photographer, even
though it was quite late, and was told that she could come right over
if she wanted too. 

So, with her two children, she came upto the door of the small frame house and rang the bell. A cute red-haired young lady answered, saying, "Hi, come on in, won't you?" As they entered, she added, "My name's Debbie. I'll be taking the pictures. What kind did you want?"
Natalie looked at her, replying simply, "Nudes."
Debbie's face blushed a crimson hue as she, rather embarrassed at
the type of picture she'd be taking, exclaimed, "Oh." As she led them
back to the studio, located in the back of the house, she added, "But,
I guess I really don't have a choice, do I? I mean my ad did say any
picture. So I guess I'll have to, won't I, Natalie?"
"Yes, Debbie," Natalie answered, "I guess you will."
Debbie pointed to a curtained area in the back corner of the room.
"You can change in there. There's some robes back there if you want
to wear them."

Natalie and Kim went to the flimsily built enclosure. As Debbie went to adjust the camera and turn on the lights, Mark questioned her
simply, "Do you mind if I get undressed in here?"
Debbie answered, slight embarrassment in her voice, "No, I guess
not." As Mark began to remove his shirt, she added, "What difference
would it make anyway? I'll see you anyway." Turning on the lights,
flooding the room with white light, Debbie turned to Mark. "Just
wondering, Mark?" Watching him take of his shirt, she added a further
question, "Just how old are you anyway?"
Meanwhile in the flimsy curtained enclosure, Kim confronted her
mother. "Oh, mom," she sighed, "you didn't tell me you wanted nudes.
I mean, Mark, I'd be so embarrassed."
As Natalie started to unbutton her blouse, she replied, "Well, honey, to be honest, so am I." Setting the blouse aside, she added,
"But, admit it now, Kim, wouldn't you like to see your brother without
clothes on?"

"Well, actually, mom," Kim answered, rather sheepishly, "it did
cross my mind." Thinking a minute, she began to remove her sweater,
"I guess it would only be fair. I mean if I could see Mark naked, then I guess I'd have to let him see me, too."
As Kim set her sweater aside, revealing her small breasts with pouty nipples, Natalie removed her bra. "Gee, mom, you sure have nice
tits," she commented as she touched them, tweeking her mom's nipples.
Repaying the gesture, Natalie fondled her daughter's small tits,
and remarked, "So do you, sweety." Tweeking her daughter's pouty little nipples, causing them to swell up, caused Natalie to exclaim,
"Gee, sweety, am I turning you on?"
As Debbie came over to Mark, he answered, "I'm twelve and my sister's thirteen. Mom's thirty-five."
"Gee, thanks for the family tree, Mark," Debbie shot back, really
not caring much for the other information.

As she approached him, silouetted by the bright lights, Mark finally saw what she was wearing. She had on a white blouse, almost transparent against the lights, and a tight vinyl skirt that barely covered her thighs. Standing there, illuminated by the white lights,
Mark could make out the roundness of her breasts and, due to the tightness of the blouse, plainly see her nipples pressing against the
sheer fabric. He thought he'd better just clarify it with her, and
asked, "You really don't mind if take off my pants?"

"No, not in the least," she replied, hiding her anticipation of actually seeing him naked. As she smiled at him Mark was certain she
could see the bulge in his tight jeans and, probably, see that his penis was starting to become erect. Secretly anticipating seeing this 18 year old boy nude, she replied, with just the hint of a sexual tone, "You can take off your pants anytime you want." She went back to adjust a light, actually moving it to give her a better view of this unembarrassed boy's manhood. As she adjusted the lights, ever so slightly, she was secretly looking at him. She was
actually becoming slightly aroused. She had definitely noticed the penis in his tight jeans, saw how it slowly became hard and erect, and was becoming excited, sexually, at the thought of actually seeing it. Secretly she hoped that she might actually get to touch it. But that was pushing it somewhat. She fumbled with the lights, mumbling to her herself, 'Come on, let me see. Hurry up.' 
As Mark began to unzip his jeans, he suddenly blurted out, "Oh,
shit! The zipper's stuck!" Pleadingly he looked at Debbie, "Can you
get it unstuck?"

Reluctantly she added, coming upto him, "Well, honey, I think your mother should actually help."
"Mom's busy," he interjected. Thinking a moment, as he felt his penis swell to full hardness and quite aware that she could see it pressed against the tight jeans, he added, "Go ahead and unstick it, Debbie. I won't mind."
"Well, I guess I could," she answered, definately noticing how hard and erect his penis was now, "since your mother's busy." She came closer to him and tried her luck with the zipper, nonchalantly brushing against the hard bulge, quickly exclaiming, "Do you mind getting your hands out of the way!?" Mark implied to her that he thought he could help to which she replied, "That's alright, Mark, I can get it better myself."
As he looked at her, noticing the shadowy breasts, he contemplated
about what she'd do if he touched them. Since he had never felt a woman's breast before he was curious as to what they felt like. Would
she actually mind if he'd accidentally brush his hands against them?
Jerkingly moving his hands upward he slid them against her breasts,
feeling the hardness of her nipples. 'Gee,' he thought to himself,
'nice and soft'. He actually was surprized that she didn't scold, or chastize him for what he did, but just continued to work on the zipper.
"Geez," she blurted out, "this isn't going to work. I can't get this zipper unstuck this way."
"What are we going to do?" Mark asked, slight disapointment in his voice.
"Now don't get upset, honey," Debbie replied quickly. "I may be
able to get it unstuck yet." Stooping down caused her skirt to hike
up thereby allowing him to see her bikini panties. "I think I can get it down if," she smiled at him, "I put one hand inside." Smiling, with a question in her eye, she asked, "Would you mind terribly if I did that?" She removed her hand from the zipper, glancing it quickly against the bulge in the jeans.
'Oh, geez', Mark thought to himself. Did she actually mean to put
a hand inside of his jeans? Since he wasn't wearing underwear would
surely allow her a generous feel. He hesitated a reply, not wanting
to seem anxious, though he actually was excited by the fact that a
girl would be touching him there, "I guess if you have to."
Meanwhile Kim turned to her mother who was taking off her panties, and exclaimed, boldly probbing a finger against her mother's groin, "Wow, mom, you've got a lot of hair." 
A little aroused by the touch of her daughter's finger, she moved slightly, causing Kim's hand to flat palm against it. Kim, befuddled
by her mother's gesture, rubbed her hand eagerly over the blond triange, causing Natalie to sigh. Shortly Natalie stepped back and said, "Oh, sweety, let me take your dress off." She knew that since Kim was wearing a cheerleader outfit, with attached panties, meant, if she got a little frisky, might be able to touch her daughter's pussy, which sent a shiver of excitement through her body, assuming she didn't wear panties under the outfit. Natalie reasoned that, when she was a high school cheerleader she didn't, Kim probably didn't either.
"Sure, mom, go ahead if you want," Kim commented with a smile. As
Natalie slipped her hands into the waistband, and feeling bare skin, caused her to smile. Her daughter didn't wear panties underneath either. Kim looked at her mother, and asked, rather impatiently, 
"Well, mom, what are you waiting for?"

Natalie thought about her next move. Presenting itself was the 
perfect pretext of allowing her to touch her daughter's pussy. Did 
she dare to touch it? Caress her daughter's mound with her hand?
Afterall the last time she had done that, and not sexually, was over
ten years ago, when Kim was just three. Now Natalie was getting excited at the possibility. Now, reasoning that since her daughter
had rubbed her pussy in a somewhat sexual manner, would she, could she, oblige in a like manner.
Debbie, a bit excited and a little aroused about doing it, didn't bat an eye as she stuck one hand into Mark's tight jeans. Sticking
her hand deep into his pants she felt his hard erect penis. Sliding
her palm against it and, cradling his balls with her fingers, she
simply asked, "Are we a bit excited?" After she tugged on the zipper
a while, shifting her hand periodically on his penis and balls, she
added, quite innocently, "Put your hands on my legs. I think I can get it free then."
Mark looked down as he put his hands on her upper thighs. Damn, he
thought to himself, he was awfully close to her panties. What would
she do if he accidentally probbed a finger against them. Would she scold him? He thought about doing just that. Reasoning that she hadn't said anything when he palmed her breasts she just might not say anything now. 

As she continued to work on freeing the zipper he, nonchalantly, trying not to arouse her suspicions too much, slowly slid a few fingers inward against the thin fabric covering her crotch. Feeling his probbing fingers, she inched a little forward. Mark's fingers pressed tightly against the thin fabric allowing him to actually feel
the slit of this twenty year old girl and he could feel a slight prickle against his fingers. "I think I've almost got it," she said happily as she shifted her position slightly. 
This sudden movement caused his fingers to slip sideways against 
the elastic of her panties presenting a barrier to his probbing fingers. Had she, in a polite manner, chastized him for his actions?
Did she feel violated, sexually, by his actions? Or was she daring him to prob his fingers under the elastic? 
Smiling at her he happened to look downward and saw that her nipples were pressed prominantly against the thin fabric of her blouse. He noticed immediately that they were sticking out from her breasts and, being hard and erect, practically poked thought the thin fabric. Had he aroused her, sexually, with his probbing fingers? 
Though he wasn't exactly sure what that meant he knew that her hand
in his pants excited him and, surely, made him feel good. Did his
probbing fingers against the thin fabric of her bikini panties
excite her as it did him? Would she actually object if he did slip
his fingers under the elastic? Would she scold him if his fingers
probbed her bare sexuality?

Meanwhile back in the curtained enclosure with her hands still in the waistband Natalie wondered if her daughter would mind if she touched her vaginal mound. Actually she was kind of anxious to probe her daughter's sexuality. What would she encounter? Did a forest
of hair cover her daughter's vaginal mound? Would she feel the
prickiness of genital hair just coming in or would she rub her hand
against her daughter's bald pussy?
"Come on, mom," Kim said impatiently, "why are you taking so long?"
Natalie smiled at her daughter and, slipping her hands deeper into
the waistband of the tight cheerleader skirt, slowly slid her hands
onto her stomach. Did she dare to move them lower? Maybe she could
just move one hand, ever so slightly. At least she might be able to
at least get a sense of what her daughter possessed in genital hair.
"Mom, you can't get it off that way," Kim commented, starting to
get extremely impatient. Natalie looked at her daughter dumbfounded,
and Kim added, "Oh, come on, mother. Put one hand on my butt and the
other, well, you know."

'Oh geez' Natalie thought to herself. Her daughter was actually
inviting her own mother to touch her vaginal mound and her butt as well. This was getting Natalie excited. 
Kim could see that she was getting excited at the thought of it as she saw her mother's nipples begin to swell up, beginning a slow
arousal to full, erect hardness.
Natalie slid one hand around to the back of the outfit and felt Kim's tight little butt. It was small but nicely rounded. Sliding 
her hand deeper around Kim's butt she shoved her other hand downward.
She instantly felt slight prickly hair. Quickly she shoved both hands
deeper and felt Kim's tight pussy lips. She quickly pushed the skirt
downward and, as Kim stepped out of it, Natalie took a little liberty and rubbed her hand against the prickly fuzz, adding a slight comment, "Gee, sweety, your pussy looks so cute. It's framed so beautifully."
Kim laughed, "Oh, mom, you're so funny sometimes," as she started to slowly massage the blond vaginal triangle of her mother.
Meanwhile Mark still wondered what this red-haired twenty year old
would do if he did penetrate the elastic barrier. He felt that he
had to find out. If she scolded him he felt it would be worth it since he had actually touched the uncovered vaginal mound of a girl.
He thought about what he'd find out about a girl. He knew that he
had enjoyed touching the covered confines of her panties. If he would actually be allowed to touch bare skin, get a chance to feel a naked pussy, what it actually felt like, would truly excite him.
Debbie, giving a tug on the zipper, and generously rubbing his
penis, exclaimed triumphantly, "Got it at last! Gee, that zipper was
realy stuck, Mark." As she slid the zipper down she, knowing full
well what would happen due to the position of his hand on her thigh and the way his fingers pressed against the elastic of her panties, shifted her leg, ever so slightly, downward. 

Mark had anticipated this moment. However, he was somewhat hesitant to violate this young woman's private area. Though he did long to touch her naked vaginal mound, he was, actually, reluctant to
do so, which surprized him. He had no qualms of touching her clothed
breasts or probbing against the thin fabric of her panties, but now,
when she might actually be allowing him to touch the hair that protected her sexuality somewhat, he hesitated.
Debbie could see the hesitation in his eyes. Though she knew he'd
probably enjoy touching her under the panties, and that she'd like him to do so, she didn't want to appear too obvious. She had to think of a way, quite innocently at that, that would allow him to prob his fingers against her forested triangle, without letting him know she had intended him to do so.
Meanwhile Natalie put on a robe, still a little reluctant, at letting her 18 year old son see her nude. Afterall, he was her son and, that embarrassed her a little. "Put on a robe, sweety," she said handing her daughter one.

"Why, mom?" Kim asked, kind of bewildered. "We're going to take them off anyway. So why bother with them in the first place?"
"Well, sweety," Natalie answered quickly, "I still find it somewhat
embarrassing at letting your brother see me nude. Afterall," she
added after a little thought, "is that actually something a mother
should allow? Or a sister for that matter." As Kim put on the robe,
a little reluctantly at that, Natalie said, "Better let me adjust it a little, Kim."
"Why, mother?" Kim asked as she tied the robe tightly about her.
"Aren't we supposed to cover up completely with the robes?"
"Well, actually, sweetheart," Natalie replied, adjusting her robe
a little allowing just a hint of what was underneath, "I thought we'd
tease Mark a little. Give him just a hint." Thinking a moment, she
continued, "Besides it might take away some embarrassment." Kim understood as Natalie adjusted her robe in a slightly provacative,
sexual way. "There," she remarked, "just a little tease." As she looked at her daughter, she added, "Don't walk in too quickly, Kim, or
you're spoil the whole effect." 

As Debbie began to pull down Mark's pants, by now anxious to see what she had touched previously, she deliberately moved her leg outward. Quite unexpectedly, as she had intended, Mark's fingers penetrated the elastic barrier. As his fingers rubbed anxiously against the trimmed forest of hair protecting her, she decided to have some fun with him. She quickly pulled away, glaring at him, with anger in her eyes, she exclaimed, "You naughty little boy!" 
Mark sheepishly apologized, "Sorry, Debbie, it was an accident.
Believe me."