The Camera Clicked

John laid out in the garden for another hour, gong over possible plans in his head, before heading inside to see how his mother was getting on. As he walked up the stairs he heard his mother scrubbing the carpet. Upon entering he witnessed her on her knees bending over treating the carpet. He took a good look at that ass in the tight jeans before letting her know he was there. He gave a hearty cough, to which Kate jumped up to her feet. John surveyed the room, it was spotless, the cleanest it had been for months. He then surveyed his mother. Her pink top was slightly dirty with black marks, and there were lone hairs falling against sweat on her forehead and sticking there. John felt a little arousal in this control he had.

"Very nice." John remarked.

"I need to get in the shower." Kate motioned towards the door. John would not let her pass.

"Didn't you say the car needed washing, Mom? You might as well go and do that too." John commented. Kate looked at him quizzically for a moment, before very submissively heading for the garage. John grabbed his camera from under the bed, his mind ticking over with plans and ambitions he had for his mother. He waited a few minutes then went to find her in the garage.

He poked his head into the garage which lead from a door straight off the hall. Kate had a bucket of water by her feet which she leant down to soak a sponge in every so often. She was at the side of the car, a small hatchback, at the moment concentrating on the doors and windows. John waited for her to bend to the side to soak the sponge again before unleashing the click and flash of a picture being taken, trying to get a line of curvature going up her leg, across her ass, and up the curve in her back. The flash startled Kate. She threw her attention to the door where John stood.

"What's this?" She demanded.

"I'm just taking a couple of photos." John stated

"I think you have enough photos of me. Stop it or I won't carry on with this"

"C'mon, these are nothing compared to what I took last night. Look you've got all your clothes on and all you're doing is washing the car." Kate looked up at the ceiling, almost in search of help.

"Why do you want more photos then?" Kate asked.

"It's just a hobby." John Coaxed.

Kate continued scrubbing the paintwork while John came closer with the click click and flash of the camera going off every few seconds. He aimed mainly at her shoulders and back, then from the side, getting her face in profile trying to show off her cheek bones. Taking, a few steps back he went for a wider shot, including her bust and midriff. He followed her, circling her as she made her way around the car. Kate tried not to look at the camera. He began getting more adventurous with the viewfinder, ignoring her face and taking pictures from the shoulders down to the legs, getting the curves of her breasts and slender stomach and full ass.

"Less of those sorts of photos, young man" She said.

"These are nothing mom. No one would be interested in you washing the car even if I did send them to people you know." John continued snapping away until the car was done. He instructed his Mom to turn around and face the camera.

"Let me see that pretty face of yours." He told her. Kate turned around still holding the sponge, both arms straight down in front of her. She was even more covered in dirt now. Noticing the sponge was still wet John decided to be more bold.

"Squeeze that sponge over your chest, Mom."

"No. I'm not doing that." She argued.

"These pictures are absolutely nothing compared to what I already have," he pointed out, "and you don't want people seeing those do you? So come on, squeeze that soapy water over your tits." Kate reluctantly bought it up to her chest but squeezed it more over her arms and shoulders than her breasts.

"You're not doing it right!" John objected.

"I am!" explained Kate.

"No, like this..." John said as he proceeded to pick up the entire bucket of water and throw it over his buxom mother. Kate screamed and threw her arms out either side as the cold water hit her. It darkened her top and her nipples pushed up through the cotton. Her hair was drenched and fell over one side of her face. John was busy taking as many photos as he could. The wet top hugged every curve and bump of her upper body. It almost looked like she was wearing body paint. Kate ran past John and up to her room.

John followed right behind her. He pushed her bedroom door open without knocking. There was no lock but he knew he wasn't allowed in there most days so it wasn't a problem. Kate had already stripped down to a pair of white cotton panties and bra. She noticed him come in due to the creak of the old door. She tried to cover her body with her hands and arms.

"Get out! I'm not wearing anything!" She yelped. John said nothing but just raised his camera and starting snapping.

"This is great!" he exclaimed. Kate began to cry again, becoming less and less resistant to her son.

"Please go." She pleaded. John made no response. He kept taking pictures for a good few minutes of his abused mother in her wet underwear with her hair all over the place. John was loving the way her panties held her full ass like a peach, and how in her panic she nearly spilled out of her bra. By the time he was done she simply sat motionless on the edge of the bed, eyes welled up and looking at the walls.

"Right, that'll do." He informed, "You get in the shower or whatever now."

"John?" His mother asked quietly, "Where will this end?" John looked around the room and left without saying another word. John returned to his room and uploaded the new photos to the folder.

John decided to leave his mother be for the rest of the day. He stayed in his room and heard his mother moving around the house, taking a shower and tidying. He met her again downstairs for dinner, which she had his favourite meal without him asking. Dinner was very quiet. Kate only asked him if he liked the food, and what he had done with the photos of that afternoon. John told her he had put them on his hard drive with the ones from last night. After dinner he went straight back up to his room and didn't see his mom for the rest of the night.

The next morning John awoke to the familiar sounds of his mother pottering about the house. As he went downstairs to grab breakfast he passed he on the stairs. She turned her head as they passed. John reached the kitchen, poured his cereal, and looked down into the garden. Noticing the browning flowers and small trees which surrounded bleached grass under the scorching heat John came up with another idea to try out with his mother. After waiting a few minutes for her to return from her room he mentioned the garden needed tending to, pointing out the dying flowers and wilting trees. With a very patronising hand on her shoulder, John informed her she should get on with it. Kate decided this was much less humiliating that what had happened yesterday, and may even give her time to think about this bazaar situation she had found herself in.

As she turned to leave through the side door John looked her up and down. She wore baggy training bottoms and loose white t-shirt.

"Hang on a second, it's really hot out. Are you sure you want to wear that?" He questioned. Kate became very suspicious, crossing her arms.

"I'll be comfortable in these." She replied. John took a step towards her and ran his hand over the material by her waist.

"No, you'll be too hot in that." Suggested John. He put his hand on his chin while staring at Kate's body to create the facade of what he was about to say coming to him spontaneously, even though he had already thought about it long enough as he was lying in bed last night.

"Remember when we went to the beach a little while back?" He said beginning to unveil his plan, "You wore that red bikini with the white poker dots." Kate felt a cold sweat come over her as she realised what was really going on.

"I don't know if I still have it." She uttered unconvincingly.

"Of course you do," He retorted, "it's in your dresser, second drawer down."

"You've been going through my things?" Kate enquired, voice breaking.

"I really think you should wear that. It will save you from the heat" John finished. He stepped away from the door leading to the hallway, motioning her to go through and upstairs to change. Kate looked straight into his eyes, a mild look a horror on her face, sickened by the patronising fact her son was blackmailing her again. After a few moments she walked past him to retrieve the bathing suit.

John waited patiently in the kitchen. He held his camera in front of him, fiddling with the settings to turn it into its outdoor mode. He listened to the floorboards above him creaking and imagined his mother sliding the bottoms up her legs and hugging her ass, and clasping the top delicately confining her ample breasts. Kate soon returned downstairs and presented herself to her son. John's eyes widened, more taken back than he thought he would be. The bathing suit must have shrunk at some point because it held her boobs tightly against the cloth, the bit of material connecting the cups stretched and looked like it was ready to burst open. Showing her waist and legs from the tops of her thighs down to her ankles, she wore a pair of old white trainers with no socks.

"Wow." John voiced. Kate screwed her face at him.

"I hope this makes you happy." She swore. John stood up, camera in hand, and told her it was time to tend the garden.

Kate found some pruning shears and hose from the shed while John lay back on the lounger with a tall glass of juice. Kate re-entered the garden and began by snipping old rose heads off the bush, laying the hose down on the grass.

"Don't you feel more comfortable in that, Mom?" He asked, poking fun. Kate ignored him. John chuckled to himself while sipping his drink. He swirled the ice around the glass before picking up his camera and taking aim at his mother in her bikini. The first click went off. Kate heard it but didn't look round. John reviewed the shot on the LCD screen. It showed her in a full body shot, light striking down her smooth back and a good outline of the flowing curves of her ample physique, her round ass playfully contained by the swim suit bottoms.

John decided this was a good photo, and his dick twitched the longer he looked at it. A feeling of success fell over him as he realised he was into the next step of control over her. He stood up and walked towards her while taking another photo, much the same as the first. Kate heard the second click and shut her eyes, stopping tending to the rose bush. John took the next photo close up from behind her, slightly to the side showing off his mom's ass in the foreground and her arching back. John noticed what perfect skin she had, from her thighs all the way up to her neck, barely a single imperfection, only broken by the occasional beauty spot. John took a few more like this, becoming more interested in her smooth slender back. Kate's eyes remained tightly shut, head down as she listened to the dozen or so camera clicks, knowing images of her considerably unclad body were being stored for reasons she didn't know. John noticed she had stopped the gardening.

"They're not going to tend themselves, Mom." Kate slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to look back at the tall bush.

"Get those ones at the back." Instructed John. Kate had to place one hand on the fence joining the neighbour's garden so she would fall over, and leant right forward to reach the back rose heads. She could hear another burst of camera clicks.

John now stood to the side of Kate, capturing pictures of her bent over, making her ass pushed out to its fullest, breasts still tightly constrained by the bra. The heat had begun to make her sweat. Her shning hair fell down over her shoulder and the light glistened superbly off her body sweat in streaks, over the small of her back and off the crest of her bottom.

"That's it, keep pruning." He told her as she cut the plant. He stepped behind her and pushed her legs apart a little, revealing the strip of red nylon material covering her pussy. Deciding to manipulate it further he pulled the sides of her bikini bottoms up her waist, making the material go up the crack of her ass more like a thong. Kate whimpered. John stepped away and took more photos, lavishing the sight of her two milky ass cheeks and her barely covered pussy. He knelt down for a variety of angles.

John stood, pressing his crotch against Kate's ass. Kate felt him poking her, rubbing his head against her body through the material of his boxers. Running his hand up her moist back, he fiddled with the clasp of her bra until it popped open. Kate stood up suddenly, shocked to the core. Placing her hands over the cups of the bathing suit to keep herself covered, she turned to face John.

"Please," she begged, "This has gone to far." John slipped the shoulder straps so they fell down her arms, only her holding the cups supporting the piece. The swim piece barely covered anything, the full natural shape of her ample chest in plain view for him.

"Let go." He told her.

"I won't." She defiantly said.

"You will!" commanded John, "If you don't I'm sending everything I have to everyone you know. I promise I'll do it."

"Why is this any better?" Kate said trying desperately to hide her nerves.

"Because this is just for me, Mom," John explained, "If you don't I'll make sure every single person you know sees these pictures. I'll make sure they all know that I took them and you loved it. I'll say you're a whore turning tricks, not because you need the money, because you've lost all self respect and want to be degraded." Kate swallowed a lump in her throat.

"And what about you?" She asked

"I've already lost respect for you. So drop that bra now you cunt." He told her.

Looking directly at him, Kate let go of the swim piece. It glided off of her tits and slide down her arms, past her hands, and drifted to the floor. She ran her hands once over each of her forearms before placing her arms down by her sides. John licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly round and plentiful breasts. They had the same glint of the rest of her body, slightly moist under the intense heat. John put his camera down and put two fingers on the sides of each boob and ran them round and under, watching how her nipple moved perfectly. He enjoyed these kinds of tits. Real tits. Not the sort he saw every day on the internet on his porno message board. These were the sort that would mould to your hand them you squeezed them and returned to their firm looking form afterwards, the kind that John wanted to bite into like a ripe nectarine just to savour the taste.

More photos were taken by John, being hypnotised by his busty topless mother standing in front of him. He thought it reasonable to direct her in what to do.

"Put your hands behind you, together." He said. Kate did so compliantly. The camera shutter clicked.

"Are you hands together?" He asked. Kate tightened her grip, pushing her chest out. She looked top heavy like this. He liked that.

"Yes." Kate answered neutrally. More clicks came from the camera.

"Now move your hands to your waist." John carried on. Again, Kate did so, totally submissive. John continued to direct her as they stood there by the large rose bushes. He drew from all the experience a teenage boy would have from looking at pornographic pictures, trying to remember the types of poses that made a woman look sexy. He made her place her hands over her breasts, sensually rub her neck, run fingers up through her hair, and pull one side of the string of her swim suit bottoms down her thigh to tease the camera. John grabbed the hose and rushed to turn on the tap. Handing it to Kate, he told her to play with the end. She ran the hose over her skin, up her leg and stomach until she ran it lightly around the crest of her breasts. A thin stream of water left little beads all over her skin. It was cold, but a welcome relief to the scorching sun.

Kate smiled through none of this, but John enjoyed that. He wanted to know that, as he looked over them later, her expression told the story of her submission. She did not do this willingly, she was under his power, and John wanted he to look as though she did not want to be there. It also gave the photos a certain intensity he liked too, none of the false lustfulness of the stuff he saw on the internet. This was about Kate submitting herself to her son's mercy.

After John was done taking photos of her standing by the bushes he gave her orders to lay on the lounger. John adjusted it so that it was nearly flat. She lay looking like a peach, washed in spring water. He gave her instructions as before, telling her to where to move her hands on her body, all the while taking pictures. She cupped and tits and played with the water drops, from her shoulders to waist. After a few dozen pictures of this John told her to put a hand down her panties. Kate paused to stare at him, but knew it was now only delaying it. John took her hand and moved it slowly down her body. With his other hand he pulled the top of the bikini down a little, just enough that he could start to see her soft dark public hair. He forced her hand under the rim and stepped back. For a moment Kate just left it their still, looking intently at her son. Click click from the camera.

"Put your other hand on your tits, mom." John told her. Kate did so, squeezing lightly. More clicks.

"Now run it through your hair. Grab onto your hair and squeeze it like you're cumming." Kate moved her hand through her hair but her expression did not change, still dulled and unimpassioned. Click click. John moved around her body, moving her legs further and shorter apart always with the white polka dot material covering her pussy lips, getting every angle of her appearing to masturbate with her hand down her bikini.

"You look wonderful, Mom." He complimented, "Now, I want you to masturbate properly."

"But you can't tell in the pictures." she pointed out. John smiled and put his camera on the ground.

"This is for me, not the camera." Kate very slowly began moving her hand around her panties, stroking her pussy with the tips of her fingers. She was very sensitive, moving and coiling her legs as she did so. John watched her fingers bulge and move under the nylon covering her vagina. He stood staring for a few minutes. Kate drew deeper breaths as her eyelids dropped. John saw the movement of her hand getting faster, his cock poling in his boxers. Kate arched her back further, other hand rubbing her tit. John could see the nylon getting a big wet patch as he juices flowed. She pushed two fingers into her pussy. They slid in, warm and slimy, and Kate gave a startled moan of pleasure.

"Finger yourself." Commanded John. Kate didn't need to be told. She pushed them in up to the knuckle and withdrew. She did it again and again, slowly then readily speeding up. John watched her fingers push out against her swim wear reach time she withdrew before disappearing into her hole again. Kate trembled and shuddered as she lay there, writhing about on her back, chest pushed out proudly. Lowering his head toward her, John could make out the squelching noises she made shoving her fingers into her sopping pussy.

Kate suddenly stopped. Pushing her hips up with her legs she used both hands to pull her panties down her legs, tossing them on the grass. John now had his mother completely naked, full view of her triangular public hair and oozing pussy lips. Kate rocked her hips as she fucked herself, legs bent at the knee and pushed further apart than before.

"aahhh, aaggghhhh!" Kate sped up rapidly. Suddenly she pulled out and rubbed her clit. She went crazy rubbing in circles, her mouth open and head pushing back. Another couple of fingers into her contracting pussy, then out rubbing her clit. With her other hand she dug deep into her thigh with her nails, and bit her bottom lip hard. Her eyes shut tight as she took the brunt of her orgasm. She rubbed constantly making it as intense as possible. Her hips buckled and her ass was back on the plastic on the chair, legs still moving wildly as the pleasure died.