Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 35
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35 - 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
“What! You want me to tell Dad Arty is fucking me! You can’t be serious! Mum, please, no. You can’t do this to me. Dad will rip Arty in half if you force me to tell him. And ground me until I’m like ninety”
“Don’t worry, honey, I’m on your side. But you have to tell Tim and let him know it was Arthur you went away with in July. I haven’t shouted or screamed at you once I found out you were screwing a guy my age, have I? And I won’t let Dad do that to you, either. And if anyone’s going to ground you, it will be me. Caitlyn, you’re acting like an adult now, so telling Tim yourself is the adult thing to do. Call it a life lesson.”
“Mum, I don’t like it, but I suppose I have to. But what about you and me? I mean, we had sex today. How does that change our relationship?”
“It doesn’t, honey. It strengthens it, and as much as I enjoyed it, it’s unlikely I will take you to bed again. I have a husband for that sort of thing.”
“Awww, I gotta say I’m disappointed, but I understand. Will we still kiss on the lips? Maybe with some tongue?”
“Watch it, cheeky. Yes, we will kiss on the lips and maybe with some tongue from time to time. We can both enjoy the sexual tingle we get when we kiss. But we don’t tell Tim everything that happened between us.”
“Duh, Mum, do you think I’m that stupid, but thanks? I had hoped we might get together again, but I understand you have Dad for that. Mum, don’t forget that girls do things to other girls that men don’t know how to do. Maybe I would feel the same if I had a proper boyfriend.” Mum laughed as she looked sternly at me.
Maybe there is hope that Mum and I can go further as she didn’t say no, and is still willing to kiss with tongue. I’ll have to bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity, I thought.
“I’m sure you would, honey. But cheer up. Life’s not that bad, and besides, it’s your seventeenth birthday in less than three months, and Dad and I have a gift for you that will blow you away.”
“Mum, that’s not fair teasing me about what my birthday present will be.”
“It’s the joy of parenthood. But you will love it when it comes your way.”
Later that night, over dinner, I told Dad that Arthur was my lover, and it was he who took me away in July. Dad stopped eating and glowered at me. His grip tightened on his knife and fork, his knuckles turning white, his facial muscles flexing.