Hot Mother in Their Grasp Ch. 03

D nearly choked on her pizza and had to take another large gulp of the margarita. She immediately knew what pictures Mark was referring to.

'Jesus...oh my God!' She wasn't going to admit it straight away. 'What...what pictures were they, Mark?' She was almost shaking.

'You know, Mom,' grinned Mark. 'Do I have to describe them all? You looked really hot and sexy lying on the grass, in amongst the trees. I wish I'd have been there, Mom.' His hand moved down to stroke D's thigh again under the table, but she moved it quickly in a fit of rage.

'Christ, Mark. You shouldn't have any of those goddam pictures. I was forced to pose by your so-called friends...Tommy especially. Oh God, I want you to get rid of them straight away, Mark...if anybody else sees them, it could really...,' but Mark cut her off.

'Not so fast, Mom. They're perfectly safe with me...and I love them. Nobody else is going to see them but me.' In her embarrassment and anger, D had swigged at her drink again and quickly finished her second glass of margarita. She didn't really know what else to say!

'This has put me off my food, Mark. My own son has compromising pictures of his mother...oh God, I should really blank you now, son, and tell you to destroy them immediately. I'm not happy now and I want to go home.'

'Don't throw your toys out of the pram, Mom. It's OK, it's Ok, it really is. We'll go home, if you really want to...but only when we've had another drink each,' and Mark called over the waiter again before D had a chance to protest.

'Another coke and a margarita, please,' but the waiter seemed to be more interested in looking over D's shoulder at the magnificent view of her glorious tits in the open blouse. Eventually he went off to get the drinks and D went on.

'I'm not getting out of my pram, as you say. If anyone else sees those pictures, I'll be disgraced and anything could...what if you're father saw them? What would he say? He'd probably...!' but Mark tried to calm his Mom down. The drinks were delivered.

'Just drink the margarita, Mom, and don't worry. The photos are perfectly safe with me, and I certainly won't let Dad get to see them. My computer is perfectly safe...now, drink up and I'll take you home.'

D took another huge swig of her drink to try and calm her nerves, but her mind was in a confused whirl as she contemplated all sorts of possible eventualities.

'So what's going to happen now, Mark,' D asked nervously.

'Drink up, Mom, and we'll talk about it in the car.' Needless to say, it didn't take D long to devour her third glass of margarita while Mark paid the bill, and then the waiter took a long, lecherous time to help D out of her seat. The couple made their way to the car, with D putting her arm inside Mark's arm, perhaps needing the stability to help her walk properly after downing her drinks so quickly.

'So, I asked what's going to happen now, Mark,' D asked again as the auto moved slowly out of the car park.

'Well, the first thing, Mom, is to let me see those stunning legs again. Come on, the heater is on and all I want is to see those lovely legs again.'

'You're kidding me, aren't you, Mark? You drop a bombshell on me about having horrible pictures of me, and all you want is to see my legs again.'

'It's a good starter, Mom. Come on, don't argue. They are not horrible pictures...they are fantastic and you look so hot. I want to see those lovely thighs again.' D sighed and thought that obeying her son for the moment might be the best way to pacify him. Her hand went to the hem of the tight skirt and she shuffled it up her shapely thighs until nearly all of her legs were on view to her son.

'That's better, Mom. They are a wonderful sight,' and Mark's hand slipped over to caress the skin up and down.

D was angry, afraid, nervous, and a little tipsy from the drinks, but her defences had been broken slightly by the evening's events. She had to admit that, as they drove along in silence, the feelings as her son's hand went firmly up and down her thighs were not the worst feelings in the world.

Arriving back at home, there was a fraught atmosphere in the lounge between D and her son until Mark spoke.

'Thank you for coming on our date, Mom...and thank you for looking awesome. I could see the waiter and other diners looking at your great figure. We'll have to do it more often, won't we?'

'I don't know about that, Mark. I've had too much to drink...I think I'll go to bed. You can go to your room and delete all those disgusting pictures, can't you?'

'Oh, I don't think so, Mom. I just love looking at the pictures, because you know I think you are a real sexy woman, even though you are my mother. It wouldn't be fair, would it, to take away one the hottest pleasures I've got, to see my beautiful Mom looking real hot in a set of pictures. I mean, all I ever see you in at home is sweat tops and baggy shorts, and tonight has shown that you have a stunning figure that is never on view. It's all I've got, Mom!'

Mark had sat down on the sofa by now, while D stood just a few feet away, looking so sexy in the high heels, the short skirt and the open blouse, showing off those wonderful breasts. Mark knew he had to keep the pressure up as his Mom was tired, she'd had a few to drink, and he had to keep her on a high. He had to go for it!!

He rose from the sofa and moved close to his Mom, smelling her perfume as he put his hands on her shoulders. He stood at least a foot above his mother and his hands just massaged her shoulders gently as he looked into her eyes.

'Mom, if I delete the pictures I have...and it's a big IF.' D started to relax a little as her muscular son kissed her forehead...but what would be the price?

'So,' said D. 'What is the price I'd have to pay, then, Mark?' His hands moved gently over her shoulders and onto her back. He kissed her forehead and then her cheek and then bent his head and kissed her neck a number of times. His hands moved her body in an inch or two until D's mammoth breasts were eased against his body. She was breathing heavily and just couldn't get words into her mouth.

'If I delete the pictures, Mom, I'd want to replace them with my own!!' and he stroked his Mom's hair as he nibbled her neck again.

'Christ, Mark, are you serious? You'll delete the pictures, but only if you can take some more of me?' She pulled away from her son at the temerity of his request. But he still had the upper hand.

'It's up to you, Mom. Those pictures I have include you on your back, your hand down your panties, (D lowered her head in shame), on your knees while...,' but D interrupted, almost shouting.

'Yes, yes, Mark, you don't have to tell me, for God's sake. I know what's in the fuckin' pictures.' Mark moved towards her again, one hand moving to her shoulder again.

'You don't have to swear at me, Mom. I said I would delete them, didn't I...but I want some of my own, some nice ones, that only you and I know about. They would be completely private, and only I would ever see them,' and quickly Mark bent his head and kissed his Mom gently on the lips. D froze with shock at the kiss...and the choice she was being told to make.

'You promise me you'll delete the pictures if you can take some other ones?'

'I promise, Mom. After we've taken some more pictures, you can come to my room and watch me delete the other ones. I don't want to ever hurt you, Mom, but you're so attractive and sexy to me...ten times better than all the girls I hang around with at college,' and he bent his head again and kissed D's lips again, only this time the kiss lingered just that little bit longer.

D was flustered by the compliments, the kisses, the handsome muscular attention of her son, and the weakness she felt from the drinks and the erotic atmosphere she now found herself in.

'You mean you find me sexier than the girls at college, Mark?'

'No question, Mom. You are hot without even trying, and I love being with you and around you. Let me kiss you again, Mom.' D stood still as her son held her tightly and moved her into his body. His mouth moved down onto hers and their lips met more forcefully this time, while one of his hands moved down her back to gently caress her tight ass through the mini skirt. His other hand held her head so that the kiss was prolonged and his tongue dared to search out his mothers.

After what seemed like ages, the lips parted and Mark's cock was rigid in his slacks. D couldn't help but feel it pushing against her waist. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she had calmed down and her cunt and nipples were telling her that her body was also quite excited. They both looked embarrassed but flushed with excitement, and then Mark pushed his Mom some more.

'So, then, Mom, shall I get my camera?'

'Are you sure this is not going too far, Mark? We've enjoyed a nice evening out and the kisses are getting a little dangerous, aren't they? Why don't we...,' but Mark was not going to let her off the hook.

'It's Ok, Mom. We've discussed why I want some pictures of you and now is the right time. I'll just get my camera and you can just relax and know those horrible pictures of you will be destroyed.'

'You're an evil big son,' grinned D, relenting just a little. 'But you've also got to promise that your father will not be told about any of this...not the photos, not the kissing...nothing, Mark. Do you understand?'

'I promise, Mom. Why would I want to tell anyone else, least of all my father? It's our private date...and everything else is private as well, Mom.'

She tried to delay the inevitable.

'Perhaps we'll take some photos tomorrow, Mark. We've still got a couple more free nights.'

No, Mom. Tonight. We're both in the mood...and you look really hot in that sexy outfit. I'll just get my camera,' and he slipped out of the room before D could protest further.

D sighed and fell back onto the sofa, and that is how Mark found her when he returned with his top of the range digital camera.

'Come on, Mom, don't go falling asleep now.' D sat up and waited for her son to start instructing her.

'Now look, Mom. I want you to really relax. There is no rush. We are on our own and nobody is going to rush in and interrupt us. You never seem to relax, Mom, so I want you to take this opportunity to really relax in your own home and just let yourself go!'

'I'm not going to let myself go that much, Mark. I'm still your mother and I don't want you...,' but Mark was determined to make this a night to remember.

'Look Mom, we've had a nice date, there have been no secrets, we've had a few drinks and I've promised to get rid of those photos. You look fantastic so I just want to take a few shots for my own little collection. We'll both be happy and it will be our little secret, Mom. Now, just sit up straight and smile.'

D slowly moved her delicious body and sat up, moving to the edge of the sofa.

'That's it, Mom. Shoulders back and...' Click, click, click. Mark shot off a few pictures of D as she sat primly before him. Her knees were together but she had held her shoulders back, her wonderful breasts jutting out in the tight, black blouse.

'You look really great, Mom,' Mark smiled at his mother. 'Just cross your legs would you?' D gingerly crossed her legs, knowing that the little skirt would slide up her thighs. Click, click, click. Mark knew he had to stay in charge in order to make the situation as hot as possible for himself.

'Just turn sideways on, Mom, but keep looking at me.' D turned a little to the side and now there were wonderful views of her sexy thighs and the shape of her stunning breasts jutting out. Click, click, click. Mark carried on with the pressure.

'This is really great, Mom, and I will treasure these pictures, you know. I don't think of it as pictures of my Mom, but of a really attractive, sexy, hot woman with a gorgeous figure. Will you just undo a couple more buttons on the blouse?'

'God, Mark...are you really sure this is...!!'

'Of course I'm really sure...and I think you are, too, aren't you?'

D was actually quite relaxed. She was tired, the drinks were helping her to cast caution to the wind and she felt herself slowly getting to enjoy the thought of being the object of her son's infatuation. He'd promised to keep the photos private, as well as get rid of the other 'nasty' pictures, and she was, in a strange sort of way, proud of being the subject of Mark's camera.

Slowly, her fingers went to her blouse and undid buttons three and four, opening the black blouse quite fully so that the pink uplift bra now came into view. Of course, so did the awesome mounds of flesh of D's breasts that were trying to escape from the scanty material.

Mark clicked a few times and then he stood over his mother and looked down on her. The view was mind blowing.

'Look up at me, Mom.' D looked up and gave a nervous smile while Mark focussed on her face and the stupendous tits. Click, click, click.

He took some more from the same position and bent down and gave his Mom a soft kiss on the cheek. He also ran his hand up a firm thigh, moving the hem of D's skirt higher and higher up her legs.

'That's it, Mom. You look really great...and your figure is so awesome... a girl twenty years younger would kill for a figure like yours.'

D was enjoying the compliments, she didn't protest and she didn't try and stop more of her body being on view for the camera. Click, click, click, and Mark had more pictures of his Mom's breasts and her shapely legs. Now to try and push her further!! He took her hand and started to pull her into a standing position.

'What Mark. What do you want?' D asked nervously again.

'Some shots of you standing, Mom...but still showing your stunning figure. Just move a few feet away...I want to get some lovely shots of your amazing body.'

'Well, I don't think it's amazing, Mark...I'm a wife and mother and my figure is...,' but her son was going to push and push and push. She was slowly melting.

'Undo the rest of the buttons on the blouse, Mom...and hold your skirt up to keep showing those sexy legs.'

'Must I, Mark...this isn't really fair, and goodness knows what...,'

'Do it, Mom. I want you to. I want to be able to see my Mom looking really hot, even if no-one else is going to see the pictures. Now, please, just do it, Mom.'

'And you make damned sure no-one else sees them,' but D slowly undid all the buttons on the blouse, and eased the short skirt up so that her tight, pink panties came into view.

'Wonderful, wonderful, Mom. You should have been a model,' complimented Mark. D just smiled and sighed at the way her son was manipulating her.

'Hold the blouse apart, Mom, that's it. Just hold it apart and keep your skirt right at the tops of your legs. Beautiful!'

D made sure the skirt was bunched around her waist and she gingerly held the flaps of the blouse open, giving a perfect view of the uplift bra and the overflowing flesh of her voluptuous breasts.

Click, click, click went Mark's camera. He took a dozen or so shots and moved round his Mom's glorious figure as he took them. Then he surprised her by putting an arm round her shoulders and kissing her gently on her cheek and on her neck.

'These are beautiful, Mom, really beautiful. Now just slip off the blouse and skirt,' and as he spoke, Mark began to ease the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms.

'No, Mark, no. What are you doing? Oh God!'

'It's OK Mom. Don't panic. You know what the other guys made you do...well, I just want some nice pictures of my Mom, looking sexy ...but not pornographic. I want you to do this for me, Mom,' and he gently kissed her lips again, but still moving the blouse down her arms.

The blouse soon dropped to the floor, and as Mark stood over D, planting more kisses on her forehead, lips and cheeks, his hands went to the zipper at the back of the skirt. He unzipped and then pushed the white skirt over his Mom's hips until it dropped down her legs and onto the floor.

D became more and more resigned to the situation she was in and had more or less given up her protestations. Having her son very close to her, nibbling and kissing her face, wasn't helping her resolve and so she just stood, knowing he was enjoying taking in the sexiness of her feminine body.

The shapely pink bra and panties, and the fuck-me high heel shoes were all that protected D from presenting her naked body to her son with the digital camera. He moved around her again, taking shots from front and behind and from the side. The panties were tight and miniscule against her superb ass, allowing the naked, round cheeks of her stunning ass to stand out beautifully, and Mark made sure he got suitable shots of all of her wonderful attributes...the tight ass, the firm, wholesome tits wobbling inside the uplift bra, her thighs in all their glory, and the sexy, seductive face with D's blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders.

'Now, Mom, I want you to kneel on the sofa, against the back, so you have your back to me, but just look back at the camera. Go on, Mom,' and he put his arm around her shoulders again and gently kissed her cheeks again, walking his Mom slowly to the sofa before she had a chance to make another protest.

D was whirring with confusion and excitement. Her muscular, handsome son was making her do things that would normally fill her with horror, but he was her flesh and blood and he was treating her with such kindness and confidence that finally it didn't seem so wrong or taboo. His kisses were warm and reassuring, he was gentle and firm at the same time, and D just felt that she was able to go with the flow and everything would be alright! In fact, her light-headedness and the drinks she had consumed were making her feel quite relaxed and less nervous than she had been earlier. She moved onto the sofa, guided by her son.

As D moved her knees forward, against the rear of the sofa, she turned her head back towards her son and tried to smile a warm smile. Mark hit off a few shots and then suddenly caressed her back, his hand going slowly down her back and over her wonderful bottom. He continued down onto the back of her thighs and pushed between them to open them.

'God, Mark, do I need to open my legs, this is starting to get...!'

'It makes for a lovely photo, Mom, real sexy, just like you are,' and he tried to reassure her by stroking her blonde hair and nibbling her ear once more. All the while, his hand was easing her thighs apart and then he stepped back and shot off more photos of the gorgeous ass and the rest of his Mother's body.

'Just move your knees back, Mom, and arch your back, can you,' and he held his Mom's waist and eased her back so that her knees were a foot or two away from the back of the sofa. Then he gently pushed her back so that it arched into a sexy, provocative shape. Her knees were wide apart, her back was arched and Mark just admired this fantastic sight. Again, he click, click clicked this erotic pose in order to save it for ever. Then he moved close to her body again and put his hands onto her hips. There was a deathly silence as they both wondered where this was going!!

As her son held her and caressed her hips and waist, D felt a shudder creep through her body. This was wrong, it was taboo, but Mark felt so masculine and in control, so loving and kind, and her body was being totally receptive, so that she found herself finding it very difficult to bring it to an end.

One of his hands moved slowly down to the cheeks of her ass and began to caress her panties. He began to nibble her ear again and softly kiss her neck and face. God, D was screaming inside but the feelings were so good!

Mark's hand was moving her panties round and round, easing them over her cheeks towards the crack in her ass until there was just a sliver of pink material running down between her cheeks. The globes of her ass were now naked but Mark still played with them, round and round, squeezing and enjoying the flesh.