Chapter 10: Photo Shop 2

Diary: "Oh dear, I thought David had thrown our pictures away before he died. But Charley found some of them along with one of David's sex magazines. After Charley left for school this morning, I went in to straighten his room. A disaster, as normal. I noticed something sticking out from the mattress and found a sex magazine. I know that is normal and to be expected. Looking through it, though, three photos fell out in my lap.

ME!

David left them around someplace and obviously Charley found them. There was also a pair of my panties. I felt a rush of emotions. One emotion was the thought of Charley masturbating while looking at pictures of me. Sorry, I have to admit the thought excited me. I lay down for a few minutes on his pillow, smelling his scent and thinking about how to handle it. I don't want to make him feel guilty or repress his natural sexual development ... or his sexual pleasures. But ... I think I have to find any other photos ... not appropriate for a son, I guess. But how to avoid him being embarrassed is a problem."

I thought back to that time.

For several days I quietly sneaked down to the darkroom to spend a few minutes going through the stash of photos. They were all black and white and each was a treasure for my voyeuristic adolescent crush on my mom. There were photos of her bare breasts swinging beneath her body as she leaned far over in an exercise position. There were others in sex positions, some with my father, and so he must have had a self timer on the camera. Most were wonderful lingerie photos of mom in various states of undress. I was in rapture, drinking in her sexy and sensual beauty.

One day, I had the afternoon off from school.

I brought the box of photos upstairs to mom's room and began matching the photos with the clothes to see which of them still remained in her drawers and closets. I don't know why it was a thrill, but I can just tell you that it was. To spend a day searching through hanger loads of silky things and see what she actually looked like wearing them set my mind spinning with excitement.

I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity. Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.

A longer search found the strange bra that must have been a bit of a joke from the expression on her face. It had holes where the nipples shot through the fabric bare and frisky. The cups were big and still she filled them to overflowing. The matching garter belt was firm looking and had at least six suspenders dangling down to grasp the black stocking bands which spanned her thighs and looked taut and sexy. She wore black panties with red ribbon at the waist and legs and lace all around. In one of the bra cups, I propped a photo of her bending over and looking through her legs at the camera.

One photo featured panties made of see-through material with a floral pattern. Through the pattern, the shadowed crease of her opulent bottom smiled invitingly. And another photo from the front let curly dark hair peak through a lace panel which ran from the waist down to the crotch.

Another favorite was a gleaming pair of white panties, very high quality. The waistband was all there was on the sides, and the band had gathered material over the elastic which gave a very feminine, very sensual look to the panty and to my mother's hip. The back panel was full, intended to cup and cover her entire bottom and it beautified her at the same time. The front was a triangle which draped and gathered down to where it tucked between her legs. It looked sweet and chaste while at the same time exuding sensuality. She was gorgeous in her only garment in the photo. Just gleaming, fresh, clean white bikini panties and strappy white high heel shoes. I found the panties buried deep in her drawer, seemingly hardly ever worn. They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it was.

In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stockings, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band stocking top.

By the time I had enjoyed my treasure hunt and tried valiantly to put everything back so as not to be detected, it was late afternoon.

I put all the pictures back in the box except for the three favorites which I stuffed into the magazine and kept hidden under my mattress.

That must have been the day I hurriedly stuffed the book under the mattress and left it showing. When I cam home the next day, I went to my room to look at the pictures before mom came home. My heart nearly stopped when I slipped a hand under the mattress to find it empty. But then I saw something sticking out from under my pillow. There was the magazine. I rifled it to find the photos gone.

Then I noticed the panties, washed and fresh, along with what I recognized as my mother's note card. My face was flushed with embarrassment and my heart was like a lead weight knowing I had been caught. I pressed the panties to my face and found that they had also been perfumed.

The Card: "Dear Charley, You are so sweet! It is so nice to think you like my pictures. We should chat about them. OK? Love, Mom"

I was still tense with the thought of having to face the music, but what a thoughtful note it was. I paced the house unable to settle down to anything, waiting for her to come home from the office. As it turned out she worked late and didn't get there until about 7 O'clock.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered immediately.

She smiled broadly and we hugged. Her kiss on my cheek was a help, but I was still nervous and flustered.

"Oh, Charley, I'm sorry those pictures were still around. But ... how could you not look at them? It's OK. But, you probably understand they were just for your father and me ... understand? So, I needed to have them back ... you understand?"

Now I had a dilemma, whether to admit there were more or not.

We had dinner and she was very chatty and talkative. "Well ... now the questions ... do you think I look OK?" She giggled a little.

I took a deep breath and replied.

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, honey. Do you have any questions about them? I mean, it isn't unusual for married couples to have a few photos. I mean it is sort of fun ... and exciting. Your father was an amateur photographer, after all. It was natural to want those ... I guess. And I enjoyed them, too, posing, knowing he liked the way I looked. Understand? A little bit, anyway? Well someday it will be clearer. After you are married."

"There are some more, mom. I'll get them for you later."

Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."

"Oh." She paused and the smile returned with a rueful rolling of her eyes. "Well, you've certainly seen a lot of your old mom, then, haven't you. Oh, David, you left land mines behind!" she looked heavenward and I could see the blush spread over her face.

"Am I blushing?"

"A little. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. Thanks for telling me."

We went quiet for awhile. I didn't know what she was mulling over.

"Well, I want us to be able to confide in each other about sex. This is a bit more than I planned, but ... so be it! By the way, the magazine... ?"

"Found that too."

She nodded and examined a piece of her steak before biting into it.

"I'll get rid of it ... right away!"

"No, Charley. That is not necessary. You will be interested in sex magazines. You don't have to ... I mean, do what you want, but I can understand a young man being attracted to those magazines - I mean it's a billion dollar business isn't it. Must be selling them to a lot of people. Why ... well, you know ... Whatever." she gave a short little laugh.

"It's not fair, though." She looked at me, her lips curled in a derisive gesture, eyes twinkling.

"What?..."

"Well, those girls have all sorts of body make up and the photos are all retouched to take away the blemishes!"

"Mom, yours were ... better." I swallowed my tongue, thinking I had gone too far.

But she grinned at me. "You know? I adore you, my Charley! You know just what to say. Now, let's go see what else he left for us to find, eh?"

In the darkroom, I stood on the stool and fetched down the box.

She opened it gingerly to find herself in panties, bra, garter belt and nylons.

"You understand, don't you? I mean these are OK between married couples ... but probably not between mother and son?"

"Yeah."

"Did you look at all of them?"

I paused. "Some."

She closed the door and the light went out and the ruby safelight came on.

"Our secret?"

"Sure."

"You get one more look. OK?" She began selecting a few and we stood examining the pictures of a beautiful young woman in her underwear and nude, some were artful, some just plain exciting sex."

"Oh, I remember when we took these, Charley. Happy times. Happy times." she sighed.

I put my arm around her waist.

"It used to make him terribly excited when he was developing them." she laughed with pleasure. "Oops, I guess I shouldn't tell you that about your father! But, you know what I mean. We should talk about that. You're going to have just such a relationship when you marry. He would stay in the darkroom for hours and then come to bed and attack me!" She laughed out loud and snuggled against my body.

"I mean attack in a nice way, you know."

That close feeling had returned. There in the semi dark room, close together, the closeness was a physical thing.

There were about a dozen photos on the table in front of us. She looked through the rest and then stopped and put the lid on the box.

"Well, there I am! Your old mom, er... , your young mom, actually. What do you think? You don't have to answer that!"

"Beautiful." I sort of gasped.

"That's sweet of you, Charley. Do you mind me asking? Do you ... I mean, do you ... does looking at them..."

"Excite me? ... Yes. More than the magazine. I hope that's OK."

"Well, it must be normal. I mean it wouldn't be normal if a young man weren't excited by a naked woman. But, you will understand that I need to keep them ... personal? They were for me and your father. I like it that you are included though. I mean you have seen me like most of those in our lifetime, right? I mean we were naked together when you were born, right? And we enjoyed that. You can't remember but I do."

I nodded dumbly and hugged her closer.

She put all the photos away and closed the box, never to be seen again.

"So there we are." She turned and stood looking up to me in the gloom of the darkroom. She put her arms around me and leaned against me.

"I'm so happy being a part of your growing up!"

We stood like that as the excitement in my loins continued.

"Oh Charley, I'm sorry. I did get you excited. That's not fair of me." She didn't move, though: just stood there against me. I felt my erect cock against her stomach and realized that she felt it too.

She looked up, kissed me on the lips. "You're a dear, my dear!" We separated and she carried the box against her bosom as I followed her up the stairs, admiring her legs, long and sleek in nylons and heels.

"Would you open a bottle of wine for me, dear?"

I brought a glass of wine for her and a coke for myself and she summoned me to sit on the couch with her. The box of photos was on the coffee table.

She sipped the wine and then looked over the edge of the glass at me.

"How is the book I bought for you, Charley?"

"The book?" I said, quizzically.

"You know, the one about sex? I hoped it would bring up some questions that I could help with?"

"Oh, it's pretty good, Mom. Yeah, pretty good. I think I understand."

"Good! Of course, it can only explain the physical things. What goes where, and so forth? But the complicated parts come in understanding the emotions and things like that."

I nodded.

"No questions?"

"Well ... I'm not sure I understand ... erogenous zones ... very well."

Her face brightened. "Oh, good ... well, let's see, you have already discovered one ... haven't you?'

I thought she meant my cock, so I said nothing.

"The tongue!..." she smiled. "That's one example ... the feeling you had is what it's like when someone touches your erogenous zones. But of course we all have lots of them, so it's complicated.

"But why, ... what"