Chapter 5: Interlude - Once a Model

Mom was sitting on the couch with Tanya, as I entered the living room. They were looking at some pictures of the cheer squad. When Mom noticed me, she waved me over.

"Jake, come here. Take a look at your sister's pictures."

"Mom, don't show them to him." Tanya rolled her eyes. "He'll probably just end up in his room, jerking off to the idea that someday a cheerleader might go out with him."

"Watch your mouth, Tanya." Mom gave Tanya a sharp look.

Tanya looked confused. It was still unusual for her to receive any admonishment from Mom, no matter how acidic her comments. Finally, she glanced up at me.

"Sorry Jake. You can look at the pictures if you want."

I took hold of one of the pictures, and Mom got a far-away look in her eyes.

"You know, back when I was a model, I used to love posing for all sorts of pictures but. I always had to be careful to remind the photographers, and my agent that I would never pose nude." She turned to me. "You actually look a little bit like one of them, Jake. He used to carry his camera with him all the time, and I would never know when he wanted to start a photo shoot. You know ... I think his name was Jake too."

This seemed very strange to me, and judging by the look on Tanya's face, she shared my opinion. Mom never talked about her past, and I think this was the first time she had ever directly mentioned being a model. If it weren't for Dad, who loves to tell everyone about his trophy wife, that part of her life would have been a complete mystery to us.

I immediately began to wonder if this might be something to do with Paul's sub-triggers. After all, even if she had suddenly decided to talk about her modeling career out of the blue, what were the chances that she'd mention a photographer with the same name as me?

I had an idea, but it would have been impossibly to try with Tanya there. Luckily for me, right after breakfast, Mom asked me to go to the store for her. I was going to use the TV trigger to evade the take, but I acted on a hunch instead.

"Come on, Mom. You always ask me. Shouldn't Tanya go once in a while?"

"Because..." She trailed off and then blinked a few times. "You're right Jake? Why not? Tanya, I need you to go to the store and pick up a few things."

"But, you just asked Jake! Why have you been agreeing with him so much? I swear, it's like he's controlling you in some way."

Mom sighed.

"No one is controlling me, young lady. I just remembered that you were very mean to your brother this morning. You remember that comment about the pictures? You're very quick to point out any time you think Jake needs to be punished. Going to the store isn't a bit deal, and you could do with a reminder to respect your parents, and your brother."

"For God's sake. Just tell me what you need, and I'll get once I'd finished at Gina's house this morning."

Mom seemed to think this was a fair compromise. Tanya was still the favourite after all, so she could push a little, even with this. As for me, I was ecstatic. Tanya would be out of the house even longer than expected.

As soon as Tanya left, Mom switched to that dead-eyed monotone I'd come to like so well.

"When I ask Jake for help, he can always suggest Tanya take his place."

With one certain, and a second possible sub-trigger discovered in one morning, I was starting to believe that I wasn't just discovering them by chance along. As Paul said, I was beginning to gain more control over Mom's actions in general, rather than just sexually as I had first assumed.

At this point, I went to my room, retrieved my camera and returned to the kitchen to check the other possible sub-trigger.

"Smile!"

She turned her head, surprised that I was taking a picture...

FLASH

... and her expression went dead. I'd grown to love that look that so much that I had to snap another.

FLASH

"Do you want to start a photo session now, Jake?"

"Um ... yes?"

"Right. Meet me in my room in five minutes."

Those five minutes seemed to drag on forever, while I sat in the kitchen and scenarios ran through my head. Definitely a sub-trigger, oh yes. Once time time was up, I knocked on Mom's door.

"May I come in?"

"Yes, and close the door behind you."

I entered the door, and got a shock. Mom was standing there, waiting, in nothing but a tiny towel.

"Jake, Sultry Sandy is ready for her photo session. Just remember, no nudity."

Her face settled into a more playful expression at that point. Almost impish.

"Now, what do you want me to put on?"

She was pointing to a strange box, which I had never seen in my expeditions into her room. I took a look inside and noticed a card with writing.

It seems like you found the photo sub-trigger. This is one of my favourites. I'll let you know that none of the other sub-triggers will work while she's like this. I can't go giving you that much control this soon. Still, I took the liberty of bringing some clothes for your little doll. Many of the are just like the ones she has in the magazine shots. Have fun!

Paul was true to his word. Many of the outfits in the box were just like the ones from the magazines that I'd been jerking off to nonstop. Now I was able to see them in real life, and Mom seemed to think she was back in her Sultry Sandy days, and that I'm her favourite photographer.

I picked up a tiny blue bikini, just like the pictures in the first magazine I'd looked at when Paul first gave them to me.

"How about you this one?"

"You got it, Jake!" She took the bikini from me with a smile and then skipped into the bathroom to change, before poking her head out.

"Did you want me to do anything specific for makeup and hair?"

"Ah ... no. Let's go for a natural look."

"Kay!"

FLASH

It was great. More than great. She did exactly as I told her, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, and making them look even bigger than normal.

"That's it Sandy. Make the camera love you."

She grinned.

FLASH

After that, I had her lay on the floor, first lounging, and then contorting herself into a variety of suggestive poses at my command, while I saved these images for posterity.

"That's it Sandy. Let everyone who sees this will know that you want them close, laying next to you."

I found myself quickly developing a clothing fetish. Next I had her change into a fancy red silk dress with no back. It showed her well-formed curves, and drew attention to that succulent ass that I'd been spanking. At my instruction, she put her hair up and applied some deep red lipstick.

FLASH

"That looks amazing Sandy. Now turn around and put your arms in the air. I want a nice clear shot of your bare back, and the sides of your tits just barely visible."

"Finally you start talking a little dirty, Jake. Usually you get started with that much sooner. I was worried this was going to be dull."

FLASH

I had her kneel down for some shots, and got some close-ups of her pale face and those ruby-red lips. How awesome would it be to have her blowing me like that? Leaving deep read marks along my member as she worked it with her mouth, like a high-society lady giving in to her base urges. She'd carefully try to avoid getting her hair mussed while kneeling to receive my white gift.

FLASH

Jeez, I can see why Paul didn't want to mix this with any of the other triggers. Given half a chance, I'd have been on her already. I sent her to change again while I regained my bearings.

Next, I chose a skin-tight set of leather pants, and matching half-top, which left her mid-riff bare. With minimal makeup, and a high pony tail, she looked like a bad-ass biker babe. Those tight pants accentuated the length of her muscular legs, and it looked like her peach-like buttocks were barely contained by their prison of fabric.

FLASH

As I continued to snap shots, I imagined what it would be like to do her in this outfit. Feeling every inch of her body through this cool, black leather. Violently making out until I finally decide to rip off her clothes, savagely thrusting my cock into her waiting cunt. Wildly fucking for hours. Biting her nipples while she scratches my back. Putting her through one perversion after another until I decide that it was time for the grand finale. Bending her against a table, and using our combined juices to thoroughly screw that firm ass. What an amazing dream.

FLASH

The camera barely swapped as she switched from naughty biker to good Samaritan. A Catholic schoolgirl uniform like the one she wore for her first jobs when she was sex ... I mean sixteen. It had a classic plaid skirt, cut scandalously short, a too-tiny jacket, and a white shirt, tied to showcase her flat abdomen. Her pink nails matched her lipstick, and we completed the effect with pig-tails and some pink bubblegum. Even I felt like a dirty old man, and I could only pray to high Heaven that I'd find a way to spank her in this outfit at some point.