A Family that Lays Together… by The_Veil_of_Isis

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A Family that Lays Together…

ONE

Imelda Dickinson loved her family. Her only regret was that she had been able to have just the one child – a son, Josh by name. She was delighted that he had found a nice girl to marry, even though that meant him leaving the nest. The good news was that he and his bride Cindy had chosen to buy a house in the same town so she was able to see plenty of him.

Her husband Collin brought in a very good salary as partner in a local law firm, while she kept herself busy working part-time in the local library as well as maintaining a blog, which combined two of her passions: photography and cooking. She kept her 43-year-old body in good shape by running and working out – sometimes at home, but more often in the gym where she had taken out a membership a couple of years previously.

Like many girls from her mid-sized midwestern city, she had married young – at 19, to be precise. Her husband, nearly five years older than her, was already in law school when they tied the knot. Imelda had dropped out of college when she discovered she was pregnant. She had meant to go back to finish her studies one day, but somehow that had never happened. Strangely, she didn’t regret that decision. She realised she preferred studies of a practical nature, such as those provided by photography classes, not to mention the hands-on expertise she had gained as a library assistant, a position in which she had made herself invaluable over the years to a succession of more qualified but less experienced staff.

As someone who had never had an extra-marital affair (and as someone who had had just one other sexual partner before marrying Collin – something which she had never told her husband about, especially as it took place just weeks before the wedding), Imelda was about to find her quiet, largely uneventful life turned upside down. It all started the day Cindy asked her if she could take some photographs of her for a portfolio she wanted to submit to some modelling agencies.

Imelda’s first reaction was one of surprise. Cindy had a good and well-paid job as personal assistant to a local property developer, and had, so far as Imelda knew, no previous modelling experience. On the other hand, she did have a nice figure and a pretty face, as well as shoulder-length ash blonde hair. For all that, she was a little on the short side for modelling, standing around five foot five.

When Cindy arrived at Imelda’s house at around eleven o’clock on that fateful morning, she had already had her make-up done. Imelda couldn’t help thinking she looked a bit tarty with the eye shadow, blush and mascara, as well as the blood red lipstick. She could see that she had received a manicure and a pedicure as well, with her fingernails painted apple red and her toenails jet black. For some reason, when Imelda caught sight of those toes, she looked upon them as weapons pointed at her heart.

Telling herself not to be ridiculous, she asked her daughter-in-law where she would like the photo-shoot to take place. She hardly expected the response she received, Cindy proceeding to take off her tank top and shorts to reveal a tiny black drawstring triangle bikini, while blithely telling her that she’d like the first shots to be taken by the pool before the sun got too high.

Imelda simply didn’t know where to look. The costume scarcely covered her at all: the briefs with their high-cut were scarcely more effective in covering her private parts than a twice-folded tissue would have been, while the padding-free top was completely ineffective in concealing the outline of her nipples, which seemed to be growing before her eyes.

‘Everything okay?’ asked the pert 21-year-old, as if what she was doing – and what she was wearing – was the most normal thing in the world.

“Absolutely,” said Imelda, telling herself that the girl only wanted the best quality shots she could give her.

Taking her camera from the table, she followed her daughter-in-law outside. Placing a towel beside the pool, Cindy knelt down and smiled innocently enough at the camera.

“Or is she smiling for me?” Imelda asked herself, now regretting her choice of a short blue skirt and a white T-shirt.

At least, she was wearing a bra, she thought, even if she had swapped a sensible padded one for a lacy one with matching panties at the last moment before Cindy arrived. She couldn’t be certain but she was afraid that the outline of her own nipples might be poking through her T.

She snapped away like a mad thing, using the camera as a shield between herself and the sensuous young woman in front of her. Collin had spoken once of how pretty Cindy was, and now she suddenly found herself wondering if he had ever been in this type of situation with her. Instead of making her angry or jealous, the thought turned her on. An image of the two of them caressing one another beside the pool flashed across her mind. Suddenly, Collin had pulled at the string on her back and the bow had become undone, causing the triangles to partially collapse and the pale skin on the sides of her mounds to be revealed.

“It’s okay,” Cindy’s voice cut through the electrifying atmosphere she had created. “You can stop shooting for a moment. I’m going to lie down now.”

Imelda took the opportunity to fiddle with the settings on her camera. She told herself that this is what young people liked to do nowadays, that they didn’t have the kind of inhibitions which affected someone of her own generation. She was, after all, young enough to be her daughter. She had watched her grow up. And she had grown up. And how!

She felt not just a tingling between her thighs but a dampness, which she couldn’t (make that, didn’t want to) account for. She decided the best thing to do was to retreat into the house, but in her mind’s eye Cindy was leading her by the hand and taking her upstairs to her bedroom. Staying put, she thought on balance it was better, safer, to remain outside, where the proximity of other dwellings – albeit hidden by the trees that she and Collin had planted when they first move in – provided her with protection.

But protection from what? Her nubile daughter-in-law, or her own inexplicable and unwanted feelings? She could feel her juices flowing freely now and, on an impulse, wanted to check if the girl was being likewise affected. Zeroing in on her bikini briefs, she excused herself by telling Cindy she was taking a light reading. The blackness of the material refused to give up its secrets. Imelda breathed a sigh of relief. It was all just a bit of fun and games for the girl. She wasn’t turned on. She couldn’t be turned on.

Cindy, now sprawled out beside the pool with her hands behind her head, gave the camera what could only be described as a pout. Imelda noticed that she had opened her legs slightly, as if in invitation. But an invitation to what, Imelda wondered. Attempting to banish these thoughts by clicking madly on the shutter button, Imelda felt she was bringing some order back into proceedings.

She was about to actualise her newly gained sense of control when Cindy rose from the towel. But rather than heading inside, as Imelda was on the point of suggesting, she took up a position on all fours, with her bottom facing the camera – and of course the camera operator.

“S- shall I come round to take a photo of your face?” Imelda stammered, her discomfort, unbeknown to her, empowering the younger, but more experienced, woman.

“No, you’re good right there,” said Cindy. “The agencies will need to get pictures of my ass.”

Imelda emitted an involuntary cough when she heard that lewd word. Cindy’s response was to place her hands on her ass cheeks and pull those cheeks apart, causing the thin strip of material covering the lower part of her butt to narrow still further as it disappeared into her cleft.

“Have you got what you need?” Cindy asked as if her question were the most natural thing in the world.

Imelda wanted to tell Cindy that she didn’t need anything of the kind, but contented herself with saying that she was quite certain she’d have something that met with Cindy’s satisfaction.

“I feel sure that you will,” responded the girl with unmistakable lasciviousness.

Without further ado, Imelda turned and re-entered the living room through the sliding doors. She had made up her mind on the short journey to pack up her photographic gear and send Cindy on her way. She couldn’t imagine her wanting more photographs, and, even if she did, she had no intention of letting the hussy taunt her and manipulate her in the way she’d been doing by the pool.

When she turned around after putting her equipment away, she was greeted with the sight of a topless Cindy. Imelda’s eyes arrowed to her breasts, which were firm and somehow larger than she had expected. The pink nipples were horribly distended, as if the girl had been rubbing them while waiting for her to turn round.

“I – I, look I think we have finished here,” said Imelda, the words coming out more huskily than she would have liked.

“That’s cool with me,” replied Cindy, her breasts jutting out at Imelda far more than they had any right to do if their owner had any interest in keeping them under control.

It was at this point that Imelda saw the sliver of what had once been Cindy’s bikini top hanging from the arm of her favourite chair, onto which her daughter-in-law had presumably tossed it. She thought about fetching it and handing it back to the young woman, but decided that she didn’t want to be seen touching it, in case Cindy got the wrong idea. She didn’t stop to ask herself just what that wrong idea would be, and was about to ask Cindy in the nicest possible way to leave when the semi-naked girl made a suggestion of her own.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said, moving in towards the older woman.

“I, I don’t think the light is optimal for photography in my bedroom,” she said, upbraiding herself instantly for mentioning the room, when Cindy had made no mention of it.