Olivia's heart pounded, her breath shallow and uneven, as she clutched the phone, its glowing screen a reminder of the audacious act she was about to commit.
Her mind reeled with disbelief, she never imagined a day would come when she'd be capturing an image of her most intimate part, her pussy exposed and vulnerable.
In her years navigating the cutthroat world of business, she'd overheard whispers of couples exchanging such provocative photos, a practice she'd dismissed as shameful, the reckless folly of youth. Yet here she was, well past her prime, her fingers trembling around a phone aimed at her own body, doing something far more scandalous with her son, of all people.
The weight of the dirty matter pressed against her chest, her cheeks burning with a fierce embarrassment that warred with the pulsing heat in her pussy, as she then angled the phone lower, her hands shaking as the screen framed her bare pussy, the wet, pink folds glistening between her thighs.
The image captured her entire lower body, her skin flushed, the dampness of her arousal starkly visible.
Her fingers hovered over the capture button, her heart racing with a nervous dread, when suddenly Kafka's voice cut through the haze.
"Hold on, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with a dominant intensity that made her breath catch. "That's not enough. You're too far away. I want a closer look, a real high-quality shot of that gorgeous pussy of yours. I wanna see every detail how swollen your clit is, how wet you're getting."
"…So, get in close, make it nice and clear for me."
Olivia's face flamed, a surge of mortification flooding her as she froze, the phone trembling in her grip. "Kafi…" She whispered, her voice a soft, pleading whimper, her eyes darting to his, wide with a desperate hope that he'd relent. "Closer? I…I can't, it's too much. It's already so…embarrassing." Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a futile attempt to shield herself, but the heat of his gaze pinned her in place, unyielding and expectant, urging her to comply.
"Come on, my beautiful girlfriend." He murmured in response, his tone coaxing yet firm, his hand resting on her thigh, squeezing gently to encourage her. "You said it's fair, didn't you? I gave you a nice, clear shot of my cock, every thick, veiny inch of it. Now it's your turn to show me what you've got."
"I wanna see that pussy up close, every pretty detail, your swollen clit, those plump lips, all that wetness just begging for attention…Don't be shy now, spread those thighs and get the camera in there."
Her breath hastened, her body trembling with a surge of shame and reluctant arousal. She hesitated, her fingers twitching against the phone, but his dominant gaze held her captive, leaving no room for retreat.
Biting her lip, she slowly adjusted the phone, bringing it closer until the screen filled with the intimate details of her pussy—her slick, pink labia, the slight gape of her entrance, the glistening moisture that betrayed her arousal. The image was clear in its clarity, and her cheeks burned hotter as she realized how exposed she was, her heart pounding with a nervous exhilaration.
But Kafka's voice broke through again, his tone firm yet teasing, pushing her further.
"Not good enough, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with temptation. "I want a really nice photo, something I can stare at and lose myself in."
"So, spread your pussy for me. Show me that pink inside, let me see how wet you are, how much you're feeling this."
Seeing his unyielding gaze, she knew she had no other choice but to obey. So, with trembling fingers, she set the phone down for a moment, her other hand still gripping his cock, its heat anchoring her as she reached down.
Her breath caught as she slid her fingers to her pussy, her touch slow at first, then bolder as she gently spread her labia, revealing the slick, pink interior that glistened like a moist, secret cave.
The act was so intimate, so exposing, that her heart pounded with a fierce embarrassment, her body buzzing with a shameful sensation as she exposed herself completely.
She then picked up the phone again, angling it close, the camera capturing every detail, her swollen clit, her wet, gaping folds, the raw, pulsing beauty of her arousal and her fingers shook as she pressed the button, the flash illuminating her pussy in vivid detail, sealing the moment in a single, forbidden image.
Olivia's heart thundered in her chest, her cheeks ablaze with a searing embarrassment as Kafka then took the phone from her trembling hands, his eyes fixed on the image of her exposed pussy glowing on the screen. He tilted the device, studying the photo with a reverence that made her squirm, as if it were a priceless painting rather than an intimate snapshot of her most private part.
Her body tensed with a wild, shameful exhilaration whenn he murmured, "Wow, Mom, this picture's beautiful. So goddamn alluring. Look at how pretty your pussy is, like a fucking flower blooming just for me. It's so pretty, I just want to show this to everyone, let them see how stunning my mother's pussy is, how perfect every pink fold is."
Olivia's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him in a desperate hug, her voice a trembling plea.
"No, Kafi, you can't!" She cried, her gaze locking onto his with a frantic urgency, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You can't show this to anyone, please! This is private, just between us. It's…it's only for you and me." Her body pressed against his, her breasts squishing against his chest, her hand still gripping his massive cock, its heat grounding her spiraling emotions.
In response, Kafka hugged her back with one arm, his hand warm and reassuring on her back as he leaned in, his eyes boring into hers with a deep, unwavering intensity.
"I'm just Joking, Mom." He said, his voice soft but firm, a smile tugging at his lips. "This is ours, just between a son and his mother. I'd never show it to anyone else, not a soul." His expression then suddenly darkened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur that sent a shiver through her pussy. "And if anyone did catch a glimpse, I'd just gouge their fucking eyes out, so there's no problem at all since nobody gets to see you like this but me."
The words should have terrified her, the sudden flash of violence in his tone and the scary glint in his eyes painting a chilling picture. Yet, instead of fear, a pulse of raw, forbidden arousal surged through Olivia, her body responding to his fierce protectiveness with a shameful thrill.
The idea of him guarding her so possessively, so dominantly, ignited a fire in her pussy, her pussy clenching with a need she couldn't suppress. She clung to him tighter, her breath shallow, her cheeks flushed with a giddy, unsettling joy at his intensity…