Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Caitlyn tries her hand at modeling with a professional photographer. Romance? Check. Consensual? Check. Erotic, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Incest, Group Sex? Check Check Check Check and Check! A wild, lusty adventure that *checks* all the boxes, mixing teens with non-teens in every conceivable sexual tryst you could imagine!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest BDSM Group Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
As Mum stood up, Arty arrived and put his arms across both Mum’s and my shoulder, which quickly brought Dad scurrying over.
“Arty, please let me introduce my parents to you. My Mum, Pamela, and Dad, Tim.” Arty shook hands with both of them.
“Nice to meet you, Pamela, Tim. It’s so good to meet the parents of one of my most promising models. Pamela, nice to see you again. I remember you from the travel agency.
“Now, what do you think of the erotic photos? I guess Caitlyn has told you she is working in this field?”
“She certainly has Arthur. And Caitlyn has our full support,” Dad said proudly, not knowing about Mum’s take on what she thought of as porn.
“Good, that’s so pleasing to hear when the parents of a young model give them their support.” Arty paused, looking at Mum before continuing, “Pamela, have you ever been in front of the camera? You and Caitlyn could be sisters. You look so much alike. Come on, let’s go to a booth for a few quick photos.”
Arthur was playing things nicely. He had Dad on his side and gave Mum very little time to think about things as he had his arm over her shoulder and guided her into a booth.
“Arthur, please, no. Look, I’m no good in front of a camera.”
“Nonsense, you’re a beautiful woman, very photogenic. Caitlyn’s got your bone structure, but you’ve got that added extra of being a woman in her prime, not a girl. Now stand there and let me do all the work.” Wow, he could lay it on when he wanted to, I thought as I looked across at Dad for his reaction.
“Arthur...”
“Come on, sexy lady, let Arthur take some pictures of you,” Dad called out.
“Go on. Mum, it’s easy.”
“Caitlyn, why don’t you stand with your Mum? She looks as nervous as a kitten, poor thing.”
I went and stood next to Mum and held her hand, looked her in the face, and smiled. Mum tentatively smiled back.
“Okay, girls, look at the camera and keep smiling as you are.”
Arthur was off in his element, taking pictures and getting close. Crouching down, I could feel Mum relax a little. Arty was so professional and soon had Mum at ease.
“Next, turn towards each other and look into each other’s eyes.” We followed Arty’s direction, and it became a breeze as Mum became putty in his hands. She followed him to a tee.
After the last shot, Dad whispered something to Arty. Arty nodded his head, and a big smile crossed Dad’s face.
“Okay, ladies, by popular request from your husband and Dad, please strip down to your panties and bra.”
“Tim, you’ve got to be joking! You don’t need a photo of me like that. I gladly take my clothes off for you at home.”