What are you staring at?" said Julie as she came up silent on slippered feet beside her friend Elaine, who was gazing out of the picture window.
Elaine turned with a smile. "Nothing much. My future, I suppose."
"Future, huh? And what do you see?"
"Why? You're still young."
"Forty next birthday, divorced for the second time, and haven't been laid in almost three years."
"Ouch is right. Sheesh, Jules, I get so horny sometimes, I could, well, I don't know what. You're all right. You have Bob, and I just need to see the two of you together to know that the last time you got laid was probably last night."
Julie flushed. "This morning, actually." She reached out and squeezed her friend's hand. "I know, sweetie, I'm lucky."
"Yes, you are, and if I didn't like you and Bob so much I could be jealous. As it is, I'm just happy for you."
"Thank you." There was a long pause, a comfortable one, as the two had been friends since high school. "So, what do you want, Elaine? Husband? Lover? Friend?"
"Friends? I have friends, Jules, good ones, like you and Bob, so one of the first two, and in the short term, probably the second, a lover." She looked across. "Jules, you've got your scheming look on again. What are you planning?"
Julie grimaced. "Not sure, to be honest. Just a wild thought that crossed my mind."
"This lover of yours, is there an age limit?"
"Old enough to maintain an erection long enough to make me climax," said Elaine, laughing. "Legally old enough, too, eighteen or older, and preferably not too much older than me. Maybe fifty, tops. Why do you ask?"
"Remember, last year, the beach? You, Bob and me, Jamie, and Helen?"
"Jamie had his new digital camera with him, remember, and he took loads of photos, including one or two of you, in that blue-and-white bikini."
"The one I wore once, two sizes too small? That one?"
"Yeah, that's the one," said Julie, laughing. "You know Jamie's very good with computers?"
"Yes, because that's why he's studying computer science at college."
"True, but I was thinking more of what he learned before he went."
"Such as? Tell, Julie, because you have me intrigued."
"You know he came back from college last week?"
"Yes, of course."
"Yesterday, while he and Helen were out with their dad, I was tidying some stuff away in his room, and dislodged some of his college papers he had on his bedside table. When I picked them up, there were two photographs, both of you."
"Of me? Whatever would Jamie want photos of me for?"
"You like Jamie, don't you?"
"Of course I do, he's a sweetie. Always polite, good looking, intelligent, and he always pretends he's pleased to see me."
"Because he is, silly. Anyway, back to the photographs. I want your promise, on oath, that you will never reveal this conversation to anyone, without my express permission. Especially not to Jamie."
"You're serious aren't you?" said Elaine, gazing at her friend, feeling confused as to why the sudden secrecy.
"Absolutely, Elaine, dead serious."
There was a long pause, until Elaine nodded. "All right, Julie, you have my promise."
Julie nodded. "The photographs? One was of you in the bikini. Three-quarter front shot, full length, smiling at the camera. I'll tell you, Elaine, you looked hot!"
"I was! With embarrassment, most likely."
"Didn't show. Anyway, that was one of the shots. The other was a little - different."
"You've never posed nude for Jamie?"
Elaine stared at her friend for a long moment, then burst out laughing. "No, I never have! Why do you ask? Oh! The other photograph!"
"Yes, the other photograph. Digital manipulation, I think, but it was the same shot, except that you were totally nude.
Elaine stood open-mouthed for a long, long, moment while Julie held her breath, but then Elaine burst out laughing. "God, I think I'm flattered!"
Julie grinned. "You looked good."
"What did you do with the photographs?"
"Put them back where I found them, and said nothing to Jamie."
"Good. Um, where did you say they were?"
"Jamie's bedside table." Julie avoided her friend's eye for a moment, then looked up. "I think he keeps them there as stimulus, when he jacks off. I know he does jack off, because there are some things you can't hide from a woman who does your laundry."
"You're telling me your son keeps a nude picture of me beside his bed as masturbatory stimulus?"
With a wry look on her face, Julie nodded.
Elaine laughed, bright, merry. "I'm definitely flattered. God, that thought makes me feel good!"
Julie smiled. "I'm pleased you've taken it so well."
"I like Jamie, as you well know, and yes, I'm truly flattered. Of course, I don't know if it's me he sees in his mind's eye when he comes." Elaine frowned. "Why are you telling me this, Jules? If you'd said nothing I wouldn't have had to swear secrecy."
Julie flushed, and looked away from her friend for a moment, then turned back, holding her eyes. "Ever thought of Jamie as a possible lover?"
The sudden heat in her loins took Elaine by surprise. She stared at Julie, her mind reeling. "You're serious, aren't you? Your son, my lover?"
Julie nodded. "Yes, I am. Of course, it's up to you how you manage it, but I wanted you to know that - if you do - I'm okay with it. I won't freak out because my best friend has seduced my son." She smiled, and touched Elaine's arm. "Elaine, honey, Jamie is the only male I know that I would trust not to hurt you. Except Bob, and - sorry, hon - you're not getting him!"
Elaine's mind was whirling, but she admitted to herself that Julie's idea had touched a chord. How long was Jamie home? Another five weeks? A possibility of five weeks of sex? After almost three years without? She took a deep breath. "Julie?"
"Will you release me from that promise? Will you tell Jamie that you found the photographs, and that you told me? And will you ask him to come to my place at ten tomorrow morning, with his camera? And ask him to bring the photo, the nude photo, too, will you?"
Julie was startled. "Why, for goodness' sake?"
"If he wants a nude picture of me, I think he should have to take it, not fake it."
Julie stared at her for a long, long, moment, then started to laugh. "He doesn't stand a chance, does he, poor lamb?" She nodded. "You're released from that promise, and, yes, I'll tell him. Promise me you won't hurt him?"
"Julie love, I swear. I may exhaust him, but I won't hurt him!"
The knock on the door next morning was almost timid, but she'd seen him coming along the driveway and opened the door immediately.
"Jamie! Good of you to come." She ushered him in. "Come on through to the sitting room."
He perched on the edge of the couch, obviously nervous. Elaine smiled. "Relax, Jamie, I'm not going to eat you." Well, not yet. "Did you bring the photograph?"
He flushed scarlet and reached into his shirt pocket. "I'm sorry, Aunt Elaine. I shouldn't have done it." He passed the photo across to her, his hand visibly shaking. She took it, and sat back, studying it. Jamie was staring at her, obviously nervous.
She looked across at him and smiled. "You've made my tits too big, you know? And my areolae are different, too. What did you do? Look for a nude image in the same approximate pose, and morph the two together?"
Surprised, he nodded. "Yes, I did. I had to do a lot of work on skin tones, too."
She handed the picture back to him. He took it, surprised, and slipped it back into his shirt pocket, staring at her. She grinned. "Nice work, Jamie." She paused for a moment. "Jamie! Relax, hon. Um, may I be blunt? Ask a couple of very personal questions?"
Obviously nervous, he nodded. "Okay."
"You use the picture as stimulus when you jack off, right?" He nodded, mute. "Who do you see in your imagination? Who is the woman you're fucking?"
He was surprised by the question, she could tell, but answered immediately. "You, of course!"
"Yes, you! If I'd wanted an actress, or a model, or a porn star, someone like that, there are millions of pictures on the 'net I could use." He flushed. "I wanted to imagine someone real, someone I knew, and you're the most beautiful woman I know, and I had the photo of you in the bikini to work from." His flush deepened, and when he spoke again she could barely hear him. "And you turn me on."
She smiled. "Jamie, I'm flattered. Truly. Are you virgin?"
He blinked. "Um, no. There's a girl in college, we get together. Neither of us is looking for anything permanent, and we're good together. It's fun."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" And I want some! "Jamie?"
"You've imagined making love to me, right?"
He flushed. "I told you."
"Yes, you did. Jamie, I think that if you're going to use a picture of me to jack off, then you should have the real thing to work with, don't you?"
He stared at her. "I'm sorry?"
"I suspect you've wondered why I asked you to bring the camera. Right? Well, I'm not usually wearing a robe at ten in the morning, Jamie. Under this robe, I'm naked, naked so that you can take a photograph of the real me, not the imagined me." She smiled. Poor lamb was in shock. "My ex was a keen photographer, and he built a studio up in the roof space. Of course, what I didn't know then was that he was photographing his bimbos up there. So why don't you and me take us a walk upstairs, and you can see the real me. Okay?"
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