Chapter 9: Photo Shop

Diary: "I've always known there was a sensual element to being a mother. I well recall the sheer and utter pleasure I felt when Charley was nursing. It was nearly as good as a very good orgasm, and it lasted longer... It's true and no one can deny it, I'm sure. Then throughout the relationship between mother and son there are moments of delightful closeness that thrills both (I think) down to their toes. The child feels a need to deny it publicly as he goes into adolescence, but both parties know that it is still there and both secretly enjoy it while protecting the other's public denials.

I have known this pleasure of warm closeness so many times. A secret held close to the heart. And each memory of those isolated moments can be brought forward in the mind for a tremendous regenerative rush. It is so lovely.

Charley has taken an interest in his father's old hobby and is using the photographic darkroom under the stairs in the basement. In fact we had just such a warm moment as I taught him what little I remember from my darkroom days. It is a sensual, not sexual thing. The closeness... I guess that's it. We are enjoying it together, I'm sure of it. I try to be careful not to encourage it excessively, but it is, in fact tempting. He has such pleasure when there is a chance to look down my blouse, for example. It is the rapture that makes me not object or pull back. I just enjoy him looking at my breasts and radiating pleasure and appreciation. My nipples get hard and I even lubricate a little. I think there is nothing wrong in our harmless pleasures. And Charley seems to be quite open in his friendships with girls, so maybe it is a good thing...

And, by the way, for the first time, my bedtime fantasy was not about my husband but rather... my son. Danger, Ellen, danger!"

My mind drifted back as if it were yesterday.

I had cleaned up the old dark room and bought fresh chemicals. I had some old negatives of Dad's that were filed away neatly on a shelf in the enclosure. Mom had asked what I was printing and I asked for her help getting familiar with the equipment. It was a pretty tiny space really, but all the equipment was close to hand and so it was pretty neat. With two of us in there, we were constantly bumping and sliding past each other.

She taught me some tricks about the enlargement. Some of it is tedious work and so there is a little tension already in the air. The red safe light put us in an eerie gloom.

"Oops, sorry. Little bit of a tight space in here," I said as I moved around her. My cock moved as I squeezed past and pressed it snugly against her soft round bottom. I paused just a moment, savoring the sensation.

"We'll have to expand the darkroom one of these days." she said softly.

"No, I think it's OK like this."

"I guess it is kind of cozy." she giggled.

She stood behind me and guided my hands dodging over the image. Her breasts were soft against my back and my cock was feeling strangled where I had pushed it down my pants leg. I brazenly leaned back a little, enjoying more of the pleasure of her body against mine.

"Oh, dear, I'm feeling hot... erh, warm."

We parted and I didn't know what to say.

"Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.

There was some sort of magnetic forces between us. I could smell her perfume. Almost sense the warmth of her body. I could imagine the scent wafting up from between her breasts like a deep fragrant blossom. My view down her blouse front was of luscious soft melons and a hint of very feminine brassiere holding them up for my pleasure. It made words catch in my throat and my breath come rapidly in jagged breaths. I could feel my chest heaving with excitement. The air was heavy with our body warmth and some kind of wildly delicious sensuality that seemed to hang around us. I felt that all the air I was breathing had first been warmed between her breasts.

We changed places again and I felt her hand barely brush my bold cock. A shudder went through me.

Time in the darkroom, I concluded, was far better when she joined me for a session.

One day as I was cleaning up and putting things away, I found a treasure. At the back of the top shelf there was a box with the Kodak paper label. Curious, I pulled it down and turned off the white light in case it was light sensitive. Under the ruby light overhead, I found the box to be full of photographs. And not just any photographs. My heart raced to realize that my Dad had kept photos of Mom here in this secret stash. On top there was a large photo of her in a dressing gown I recognized, only I had never before seen it wide open. I could just see one nipple where the gown draped over it and the sheer beauty of the underside of her breast disappearing into the shadows. I was thunderstruck.

I locked the door. And then I began looking through a wonderland of photographs of my mother. There were photos of her in blue jeans painting a room with a big smile. Then one with her blouse open and a white bra plump with her breasts. And a little further on, with no blouse at all, just that pretty bra and a paint brush touching the trim. In yet another, she was removing her bra and teasing the camera. With it. I recognized the style from old magazine ads as a Maidenform, one of those lacy jobs that boosted the breasts out in aggressive points Now there were a number with mom painting braless. Her breasts had a life of their own. Firm, upright, the nipples crisp brown circles with nubile nipples sloping just slightly to each side and slightly downward in the natural delicious and tempting sway of perfect breasts. My erection was a sensation and I squeezed it as I continued through the tempting photos.

They were all happy pictures.

There were even photos of her when she was pregnant. In one of the pregnant ones she was wearing only panties, stretched out of shape by her big stomach. Her hands cradled her stomach and her smile was a little timid, but her eyes twinkled. Her nipples looked stretched out of shape too, as pregnant women do. Again I was drawn to her beautiful breasts, now laden with milk, I guessed. They looked heavy and full and delicious. I couldn't get enough of them. The areoles were now larger, but still brown and ripe looking. My mouth watered just staring at the distended nipples. They look like they yearned for me to suck on them.