.. but the reviews on the site were not good - they wanted young girls not maturing mothers.One photographer was keen however, "Would you do a private...fetish photoshoot at a top class studio??" "What fetish" I asked "Oral and watersports ...... with your husband - I will pay well and it will be for my private collection" How much and how long?" £200 for an hour - can you manage that - ohh and a BJ for me at the end of course"The deal was done and a few days later I was on all fours pissing over. We chatted as Dave came out of the kitchen with a brew for me. “Where have you set it up then?” I asked, Dave smiled “it’s in there and still boxed up waiting for you, I don’t have a clue about setting those things up!”.I went into the dining room come office and started unboxing everything, we soon had all connected up and ready to go. Karen and I took the boxes down to the bin room, as she bent over to pick a box up I noticed the seam of her big knickers through her skirt, l waited until we’d. Harley fondled her own breasts, pinching and twisting at her nipples roughly. Kate took her old position from the prior week, sitting back in the big comfortable chair with her legs spread. And her fingers stuffed into her wet hole. ‘Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum!’ Harley shouted, her chest rising higher and higher with each breath. Kate could hardly believe it. It had only been a minute. Jane had her shaking like it was nothing, and when she at last took her mouth away from Harley, it appeared a. Was this normal? Just thinking about it got me hard. I grabbed it and started furiously stroking. Within seconds I shot another load. Making myself cum didn’t feel the same. Sure it felt good, but not as good as my mother’s touch.Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Mom was carrying on like nothing happened. She and Beth were talking about a TV show while enjoying pizza from Papa Romanos. I was too horny to enjoy it. All I could do is pick at it while thinking about what mom did to me.“Mom,”.