Laura Lovecraft

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PUBLISHED BY: L.L. Craft Publications

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Chapter One

Dennis sat by the window of his second floor bedroom watching his mother by the pool. His phone was in one hand, recording

Chapter One
“Shit,” Craig muttered when he saw his mother’s car in the driveway. What the hell was she doing home? Mom never left work early.

He parked alongside her car and grabbing his camera bag took a moment to gather his resolve. Looking into the rearview mirror, he recited the words he’d spent the last two days telling himself he would say.

“No, mom, I’m not going to take any more pictures of you.” He stared into his deep blue eyes, pretending he was meeting his mother’s gaze. “It’s not proper.”

“Proper?” he repeated, rolling his eyes. He sounded like grandma, but it was the right word. He shook his head. He could come up with better.

“Inappropriate!” Craig nodded in satisfaction. That sounded better. Now if he could just stick to his guns, he might be able to get his shit together and stop looking at his mother like she seemed to want him to.

It sounded crazy, but each time his mother had asked him to ‘practice’ by taking pictures of her, Craig swore she was getting more improper. More than that he was convinced she was enjoying it.

“No, it’s you.” He told his reflection. “You’re being a perv.” Not that he wanted to think he was seeing his mother in an unhealthy way, but it was more believable than her getting some kind of weird kick out of teasing him.

“Teasing,” he repeated. Just using that word should tell him this was him, not mom. What kind of mother cock teased her son. Worse, what kind of son used the word cock tease when thinking about his mom?

One whose cock was taking more notice of his mother after each of their little ‘photo shoots’. Great, now he was blaming his cock, as if it, not Craig, was responsible for a situation that was rapidly approaching bad incest porn script status.

One thing was for sure, nothing was going to get resolved hiding out in his car. Craig got out, slinging the bag containing his Nikon over his shoulder. After his regular classes, he’d gone to Roger Williams Zoo for a couple of hours to snap shots of the animals for an extra credit project.

Too bad he couldn’t use the pics mom had him take of her for a project. He grinned at what he could call it. ‘Mom’s mid life crisis’ could work, or maybe ‘desperate attempts to spend time with my adult son’.

He tried to avoid the title ‘milf gone wild’ or ‘cougar time’ in his little game, because they would be just as fitting. Craig crossed the driveway and glancing at the six foot stockade fence, wondered if his mother was by the pool.

It was a hot sunny day and his sweat soaked t-shirt was testimony to that. A dip in the pool would feel great, but if mom was out there he’d wait. Until he got his shit together he needed to avoid his mother as much as possible without being obvious.

He’d settle for a cool shower and his air conditioned room. As he walked along the fence he kept wondering if his mother was indeed by the pool. If she was that meant he could slip in the house unnoticed and hide out there until he had to work later. He stopped and stared at the fence. He was tall enough that rising up on his toes he could peek over it.

Craig hesitated. If she were there, she’d be in a bikini and did he really need to see that right now? A decent son should be able to see his mother in anything and not be affected, but he wasn’t feeling so decent these days.

He wrestled with himself, and as he had far too often with his pictures of her, decided he needed to look. He stood on his toes and was relieved to see she wasn’t lying by the pool. That relief was short lived however, because that meant she was in the house somewhere.

Craig debated whether or not to go in through the back or the front. The back led into the kitchen and mom liked to sit at the table with a cup of tea while looking out over the yard. If she was watching TV she’d be in the living room.

Okay, this was ridiculous. Craig continued along the house and reaching the porch headed in through the front door. He entered quietly, and was glad he did when he saw mom asleep on the couch, the TV on softly across from her.

Her being asleep couldn’t have worked out better. Craig eased his shoes off, so he wouldn’t make any noise on the hardwood floor. Now all he needed to do was walk around the couch and up the stairs.

That’s what he should be doing right now. Instead, he was standing there looking at his mother. No, he wasn’t looking; he was fucking gawking at her. If his mother was any other woman, no one could blame him.

Mom had been a model in college, and had lost nothing over the years. Back in school she had appeared in a few fashion magazines, and been told she had a real future in it. When she graduated she decided to turn it into a career rather than purse her degree in marketing.

One of her shoots had brought her to Newport to pose on beach and that’s where she had met his father. They’d fallen in love and she’d moved here and did some work for local departments stores and took monthly trips to New York for some bigger projects. When they married and she became pregnant with Craig, mom stopped and never went back.

When he was old enough to go to school, mom took a job at an advertising firm and put modeling behind her in an exchange for steady pay. Once he’d become old enough to understand, mom had mentioned she didn’t like the idea of making a living showing off her body with a son at home.

That seemed too change, and drastically lately. Last month mom had discovered a web site looking for attractive women between thirty five and fifty to model anything from business wear to lingerie.

Mom wanted to see if she still ‘had it’ as she put it, but not wanting to invest in photographer, took advantage of the fact Craig wanted to be one and had him take some shots of her. The way he was standing there unable to look away was proof his mother still had it.

Even now the way she was lying on the couch, she could be posing for an ad; a fairly racy one. Mom had on the white robe she would wear over her bathing suit, telling him she had indeed been by the pool.

The robe was short under normal circumstances, but the way it had ridden up as she lay there made it far more revealing. Her long legs, the legs that had landed her stocking and short skirt gigs in her younger years were exposed almost up to her hips.

Craig’s eyes wandered length of her legs, admiring not just their shape, but the deep tan she had gotten spending most of her free time in or by the pool. Mom’s left leg was bent at the knee and Craig couldn’t avoid staring at the skin of her inner thigh.

Her hand was resting on top of her leg and the electric blue of her long nails was a sexy contrast to her sun darkened skin. He stared at her fingers on her leg and for a moment imagined them on him, and not on his leg.

Craig blinked the thought away and turned his head, but found no relief, only more of his mother’s body. Mom hadn’t bothered tying the robe and it was open, exposing her smooth stomach that she’d recently decorated with a piercing.

That piercing in one sense, screamed mid life crisis and told Craig the rest of what was going on was tied to that. On the other hand the small silver chain dangling from her naval was hot as hell and wasn’t helping him keep his thoughts of his mother on the straight and narrow.

Mom’s bikini top matched her nails, and like many of the things she’d worn in their photo shoots seemed to small on her. Her breasts, were barely contained in the cups and he swallowed nervously as his eyes lingered on the exposed top half of her smooth bronzed globes.

The bikini was a different style than her other one and left some of the inner portion of her breasts visible. The skin there was still white and the tan line effect added to how good her tits looked. Her tits? This is your mother, damn it!

Even as he yelled at himself, he kept starting. Mom had her arm behind her head resting on the arm of the couch and keeping her still wet hair from staining it. Her long dark hair, even darker from being wet, looked amazing lying on the white robe, and even better where strands of it were resting on her chest, just over her breasts.

Mom’s face had aged, or not aged, as well as her body. Her features were still smooth and soft, and her high cheek bones gave her a classic beauty that as a burgeoning photographer he knew as much sought after.

Mom’s eyelashes were long and natural, and her lips weren’t just full, but so much so many of her friends had asked her if she used Botox. But like everything else on mom, from her large firm looking breasts, to her nails, curly hair, and tan, those blow job lips were all natural.

Blow job lips. Along with cock tease was an expression no son should be using in context of his mother. In his defense though, how many sons’ mothers were sexy as fuck like his was? With his eyes on his mother’s perfectly formed lips, he couldn’t help but go back to his original thought.

This hot as hell position of hers seemed more like a pose than a natural way to fall asleep. Why would she fall asleep like this anyway? Mom usually did nap after a swim and some sun, but would shower first and go into her bedroom.

Even as he thought about how odd this was, his eyes drifted back to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her slow steady breathing. Despite the voice of reason telling him not to, he let his gaze wander lower, past her pierced naval and to the lower part of the bikini.

The bottom was tight as it was and with her slumping down on the couch had bunched up. Craig’s pulse quickened and to his chagrin his cock twitched when he realized he could see the outline of her pussy in the blue material.

He told himself to look away, but was transfixed by the sight of his mother’s camel toe. Chalk up another term he shouldn’t be using, but there it was on full display. The bikini had shifted slightly to the side and he could see the soft smooth and pinker skin surrounding her. He shook his head trying not to think about how if the bikini moved just a little more he’d see his mother’s

“Hey, honey!” Mom exclaimed, causing him to jump.

He jerked his head around to face her and saw she was staring at him and appeared to be fighting back a smile. He’d been blatantly staring at her damn crotch, had she caught him?

“Hey, mom,” Craig tried not to sound nervous, and glanced at his watch partly to give himself a few seconds to compose himself. “Wow, you’re home early.”

“It’s such a beautiful sunny day out, I decided to use some of my personal time and get out at lunch time,” Mom replied. “Figured I’d lay by the pool and get some sun.”

“Then why are you on the couch?” Craig wanted to ask why she was still in her bikini sprawled out on the couch, but didn’t want to make it seem like it bothered him.

“I was already outside, but the sun was making me sleepy and I didn’t want to get sunburned.” She smiled up at him. “So I took a nap, and it felt sooo good!”

Her words were accompanied by her stretching her arms over her head which caused her robe to open even more and her tits to push up at an even sexier angle. Craig caught himself starting to look, and quickly turned his head in the other direction.

That wasn’t much help seeing she’d not only straightened her legs, but lifted them from the couch. She’d pointed her toes forward, causing the muscles in her calves to flex and make her legs look even better.

Even better? What the hell was wrong with him? This was his mother, not some woman showing off to him. Then again showing off is what his mother seemed to be doing lately. Or was she? Craig didn’t know if his wires were crossed or not.

Well, if they were, it was her goddamn fault, her and this modeling thing she’d been into lately. As if on cue, she asked him the question he’d been preparing himself for all day.

“Hey, Craig, can you take some pictures of me in a little while?”

“I don’t know, mom.” He shrugged, and hefted the Nikon around his neck. “I was just at the park the last two hours taking pics for class. Kind of need a break.”

“Really?” Mom widened her big brown eyes and looked up at him through her long lashes. “Just a few?”

“We took a bunch a couple nights ago.” And in a pair of cut off shorts that would shame Daisy Duke and a t-shirt Craig swore was two sizes too small.

“I know, but I was really hoping to get some shots by the pool.” She lowered her head, and gave him a sweet smile. “Pretty please?”

“Mom, I…oh, come on, don’t do that!” Craig groaned when she pushed her lips out into a pout.

“Do what?” She asked innocently, and then pushed her lower lip out even further.

Between her big doe eyes looking up at him and the little girl pout, Craig felt himself caving. He also felt something else, and wasn’t thrilled about it. He’d always been a sucker for his mother’s pout.

When he was a kid he felt bad, like he’d hurt her feelings and would do anything to turn it into a smile. When he grew older and his prick father left, she would use it to get him to spend time with her or help her with something.

But the last few weeks, the pout was having a different and not entirely healthy effect on him. Craig had begun to wonder what that pout and those big eyes looking up at him would be like if she were on her knees for him.

He hadn’t created that vision entirely on his own, mom had planted it there, by doing exactly that. Kneeling in front of him, looking up demurely, her full lips coated in red lipstick pushed out. That had been over the weekend and in that…no, don’t think about it.