In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 19

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel BOOK TWO: Sexual Freedom, a Revolutionary Ideal Preface to Book 2 Our fate is a combination of many factors; some over which we have control and others are beyond our ability to shape. All too often we must cope with difficulties that we did not want or foresee, but are the direct results of our past. Sometimes we can see how recent decisions impact our status, but often it is our long ago past that most profoundly shapes our present. While we are indeed subject to the mercy of fate, we ourselves have quite often been the bowman who drew back fate’s arrow that now flies inexorably toward us. All the desire in the world to change the past will do us no good. All we can do is to take the present, as we find it, and shape it to make sure the arrows we are drawing back today will hit the target of our choosing. Chapter 19 An Early Warning Shot from the Right In a small building in the Cayman Islands, Richard Kyle was scanning through his daily series of e-mail’s from people submitting what they purported to be original photos they owned and wished to sell to one of Richard’s companies. His companies supplied content to over three hundred different web sites, mostly pornographic, based all over the world. To most men, his job would seem like pleasure, but for a man who looked at photos for a living, it was just work, and his eyes were tired. Richard had an excellent memory and once he saw a photo he never forgot it. This rare gift allowed him to reject a full 99% of the photos he scanned off hand. He knew they were stolen from other sites. Of the 1% of truly original work 95% was unusable due to low quality. Of that small fraction of usable original work, most came from a hand full of reliable, if not creative photographers who worked out of Eastern Europe. He knew full well that a good percentage of the girls he saw in the photos were, in truth, too young to be photographed in the nude for his largest market, the United States; however, in the former iron curtain countries, false proof of age was no problem. He had emailed purchase contracts to only two photographers that day and was about to break for lunch when he opened an email that read: “I shot these and over one hundred fifty other photos of these two at the nude Haulover Beach in Miami last summer. The woman in the photo said the girl was her niece, but as they talked I realized that this is a mother and her teenage daughter. The originals are all high resolution twenty-three mega pixel photos. I don’t know the age of the mother but the daughter said she was eighteen. These photos have never been seen by anyone. How much would you pay for the whole set?” Richard looked carefully at the attachment. It contained five photos. Upon opening the first he noticed the sender had been wise and had “Evaluation Copy” printed several times across each photo so they could not be used without paying. He looked carefully. These had been taken with a very high quality Digital SLR by someone who knew their business. They were high resolution photos with excellent color and sharpness. By looking at the background he could tell the photos were indeed taken at Haulover beach; he had been there more than once. Finally he looked at the women. The older one looked to be late-thirties, possibly five years younger or older. Nice figure and face, but not too nice. She was no model, but what the industry called a MILF. Firm breasts, nice ass with just the tiniest bit of cellulite, nothing a little Photoshop can’t fix, if he chose to. The “daughter” looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. He had no doubt she was younger than the claimed eighteen years. As the photos were taken on a public nude beach and since there was no sexual content involving the girl, her age would not be prohibitive. He also knew he could generate a document of proof that the girl was eighteen should one of his buyers want it. She was cute, thin, nice round B/C cup breasts, long legs, mid-back length dark blond hair. Both mother and “daughter” were clean shaven in the pubic region. He zoomed in on the faces and after a long time concluded these two appeared to be related. He would market them as mother and daughter even if he wasn’t sure of the relationship. These photos could be sold for $10,000 to the right buyer. He replied to the email with a planned lukewarm tone, he didn’t want to pay too much. At the end of two weeks of negotiation via email he paid $650 for 172 photos. They were great. He found photos of the two posing separately, posing together, playing in the water and posing with a couple of very nice looking naked college age guys. A couple of dozen of the "mother” contained obvious sexual penetration not just beach nudes. In them the older woman was having sex play with the best looking guy until he was holding her at his waist screwing her right on the beach. In one set of images, it was clear the mother was fucking the younger guy right in front of the daughter. Even more, three showed the daughter giving one of the guy’s a hand job as she watched her mother fuck. His experience told him not to risk selling to websites those photos that showed the underage daughter jacking a man, nor those which showed her watching a cock going into her mother. However, he had an avenue to sell those to private collectors who would pay as much for that dozen photos as he could get for the remaining 160 photos. After showing the photos to some of his staff, he decided to only sell the ones that would be illegal in the US and to use the rest on his own websites. To maximize his profit before the photos were all ripped off and posted on free sites, he planned a maximum exposure campaign using banners on all his sites and posting “teasers” on fifty free sites with links. It would cost the end user $14.99 to get access to the whole set in the very high-resolution original form. He knew his servers would be jammed with men trying to bill their credit cards to see the nude mother and daughter. All this was scheduled for April 1st so as to appear the photos had been taken over spring break, rather than last summer. He made the calculated risk that it would take weeks for someone who knew either of the women to see the photos and identify it as the person they knew. Thus, if he ever got a challenge on the photo’s ownership, he would have made his money back and a good deal of profit prior to any possible action that could be taken to shut down his use of the images. Back in Sparta, Georgia no one knew any of this, least of all the mother and daughter who were the target of this marketing scheme. ******************************** In the month after the LeMarco cruise and subsequent party, Cooper Campbell’s life had moved into a greater state of flux than at any time since the period where he’d finished college and gotten married. While those events washed away any lingering commitment to monogamy, that was not the proximate cause of the change. The revelations about the LeMarco’s mercenary values had been disturbing. He could not evade the gnawing feeling that he actually had seen (or should have seen) the truth in the nearly twenty years working at LeMarco & LeMarco, Had he simply refused to let himself put the pieces of the puzzle together? Either way, Cooper knew he could not stay at a firm where the owner so deliberately used female employees as defacto prostitutes. Though to an outsider it might seem that Cooper leaving LeMarco & LeMarco was precipitous, in fact it was no such thing. The process had begun two years before when Cooper and Bonnie began their deep investigation into Christian sexuality that had begun even before Bonnie had become involved with her friend Jill. For the first time since he was a sophomore in college, he had found something more compelling than architecture. His wife's early foray into extramarital sexual relationships had just pushed the issue. Over the last year, events had been snowballing to change his life focus. It was the cruise and the party afterward that had brought the events to a critical mass. Thus, while the events in the winter had been the triggers that impelled him to uncharacteristically bold action; it would be incorrect to say they caused him to suddenly turn his life upside down. In the process of making his decision and Bonnie had not one, but a series of meetings with Amy Douglass and one with the LeMarco’s as well. He and Bonnie had made a real point not to be accusatory or combative when they discussed the events of the past months. He repeatedly thanked the LeMarco’s for their invitations to both cruise and party which had helped him expand his horizons enough to make the change in career possible. Cooper very much wanted to keep on good terms with Martin LeMarco who was both his employer and a friend. At mid-life, at the height of a successful career as an architect, he was taking his life in a new direction. With the help of Amy Douglass, he received and accepted an offer for a position as Assistant Professor of Architecture at Augusta State University. Having pursued a second masters’ degree in Social Anthropology while a practicing architect, would finally come in use. In the fall he would be teaching two graduate courses: Introduction to Commercial Architecture and Architectural Anthropology. Thus when he told Martin he would be leaving the firm, the offered reason was not moral or ethical differences; but because Cooper was starting a new career as an academic. As such he left the firm on very good terms. His new position would not begin until the summer when he would teach one summer session, but he took two months of accumulated leave to begin preparing lectures beginning the first of April. He cashed out his 4.5% stake in LeMarco and LeMarco Architects for a considerable profit. Enough money, if invested wisely, to more than make up for the pay cut in the short term and provide a comfortable retirement when that day came. In addition to all the other events of late winter, at Rev. McBride’s suggestion, Cooper had been writing a series of treatises on Sexuality, Christianity and Open Societies. He and Payton McBride had gotten along well ever since the minister had been appointed as their pastor four years ago. They were only a few years apart in age and both had an interest in the church as a social change agent. Well before Bonnie began her thing with Jill, Cooper had talked to Rev. McBride several times about the couple he had asked him and Bonnie to help hold a church family together as they delt with the issues of extramarital sex. In that process, they had taken a long hard look at Christian sexual morality. It was that study that first led them to challenge the conventional restrictive view. Cooper had been only mildly surprised that, in confidence, the pastor told him that he did not believe extra-marital sex or homosexuality were inherently wrong; but he knew that would upset the older members if they knew. So, when Cooper came to him after the events at the party at the LeMarco’s looking for guidance, he did so with confidence the pastor understood and was supportive of what he was saying. Though in earlier meetings he had alluded to the fact that Bonnie had, with his blessing, been sexual with other people; that day he stated plainly that he and Bonnie were no longer monogamous and that they did not believe that was inconsistent with their Christian life. What Cooper needed was help in articulating a Christian perspective on open marriage. He wanted to build a clear and systematic ethical approach to sexually permissive Christianity. The minister was not at all taken aback and even gave Cooper a new word to research: polyamory. In this his pastor was not just supportive in a passive way, but challenged and empowered him to find the answers himself. After that he met with Rev. McBride a few more times to discuss what he had found before he was given the suggestion to write a few formal articles on the subject both to clarify his own thoughts and for publication. The mid-March was always busy at the Campbells since both of their children had been born then. In earlier years there had been large elaborate parties; but this year, with all the changes Misty Campbell’s March 17th birthday, it was raining in Sparta, Georgia. Misty had been given permission by her yearbook teacher to drive home for lunch because she’d forgotten her purse. The swimming pool supply company’s truck was parked crossways in the drive, so she parked her green Mini in the grass. She thought “That is odd, how could he be working on the pool in the rain?” She knew Mr. Newell from the pool store. He was good looking and hadn’t been very subtle last summer when he shamelessly looked down her mom’s shirt and made come-on type comments to her. The house was oddly quiet. Something in the back of her mind told her not to announce her presence. Inside the door, she slipped off her jacket and turned left into the family room. Due to the heavy rain, the room was dark for 11:00 AM, but the lights were on in her parent’s bedroom. As she neared, above the sound of the rain, she heard noises coming from her mom’s room. As she crept forward, she knew full well what the sounds meant. She knew what sex in her parent’s room sounded like, so she moved into a position to see what was going on. She crept behind the Lazy-boy and peeked around. She could only see her mother’s shoulder moving up and down, but she could see nothing else from where she was. She wanted a better view. Since she could tell her mom’s back was to her, she ghosted across the room and moved up in front of their big plasma TV. Now she was just feet from her parent’s door, even before peering around the side of the TV, she could hear the squeaking of the mattress and voices. Cautiously she looked over; her mother sat on her knees poised above the prone figure of a man. The tips of her hair were dark with moisture as sweat ran down her back in tiny rivulets which converged into a stream that disappeared between her spread ass cheeks. When her mother slammed down on a pair of muscular men’s thighs with a shudder, sweat droplets flew in the air. Her mom arched her back and up went the soft flesh of her buttocks. When her mom’s hips lifted up again, Misty could plainly see how the inner lips gripped a bright green condom clad penis until enough shaft showed that Misty could have put her hand in and gripped it without touching her mother, then the hips went down with another thigh shaking thump. The sweat told Misty her mom had been at this for some time. She was so close she imagined she could smell their sex. She couldn't believe her mom was doing Mr. Newell and doing him right in her own bed. For a full ten minutes she crouched watching her mother and the owner of the pool supply shop. Somewhere, half-way through Misty’s spying, the man rolled over on top of her mom. This necessitated Misty to move more in the open to see. But it also meant, the man was unlikely to see her, even if she stood right in the doorway, which, after working up the courage, she did. She stood right in the door and watched her mom wrap her legs around the pool man’s waist, holding him tight as they did the missionary position. He had a nice ass. She tried to guess how old he was. She knew he'd taken the business over from his father a few years ago and from the pictures in the shop, she guessed his kids to be in elementary school. She concluded he must be a good decade younger than her mom. She also never realized how big a man’s balls could be. They nearly completely covered her view of his penis sliding in and out. Her mom released her legs and moved to the left and he stood on his knees, rolling her mother onto her side. Misty could see her mother’s whole body now as she lay crossways across the bed. She ducked for cover back behind the TV, fearing her mom or her mom’s lover might see her. But after peeking for a few minutes, she was confident that they had one another’s full attention, so she moved back to the door frame. She was so very tempted to slide right into the room, but resisted. He was holding up her mom’s right leg horizontally as he worked hard enough for his impacting her to sound a loud “slap, slap, slap”. Misty had never watched her parents at length like this. She’d watched hundreds of hours of internet porn, but she was sure that did not show the pacing and actions like a real couple. Her observation told her she’d been right about that. At precisely 11:25 the alarm on her phone went off. She jumped and hid behind the curio cabinet on the far side of the bedroom door. She silenced her phone, but was sure her mom and her mom’s lover had heard. Thinking quickly, she dropped it on the floor and slipped through the doorway to the kitchen. Her heart beat so hard it hurt. She thought her breathing was so loud everyone in the house could hear. From the family room, she could hear her mom walking toward the curio cabinet. The steps stopped. “It’s my daughter’s phone” Bonnie called back to the man on her bed. “She must have dropped it here on the floor when she went to school.” Misty thought she was in the clear. “While I’m up I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?” her mom continued. “Sure” the male voice answered. Misty froze as her mom stepped completely naked into the kitchen. Her body glistened with the beads of perspiration and her face was ruddy with exertion. Misty then understood what the broad grin on her mother’s face meant. She almost fell down in relief. Bonnie put her finger to her lips and whispered “You wicked girl! Watching your mommy get laid while Daddy’s at work.” Misty whispered back “You wicked mom, getting laid by the pool man, what will Dad say?” Bonnie grabbed two diet-Cokes, and whispered “He’ll say he’s sorry he didn’t get to watch.” She handed Misty the phone “I figured you’d want this back. Don’t be late for class”. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek and danced out the door. Once her heart rate was back to normal, the high school girl grabbed a Sprite and a Dannon Yogurt, and stole a glance around the curio cabinet, but could see nothing, so she put her head further around it. She could tell her mother had made sure there was no way the pool man would see her leave the kitchen. Mom was now sitting on the man’s face as she sucked on his penis in the sixty-nine position. As Misty crossed the room, she stopped as a naughty thought crossed her mind. She pulled her iPhone back out and snapped two pics of mom on the pool man. When a few minutes later Bonnie looked up from sucking the penis in her hand, she smiled, clearly unaware what Misty had done, nodded her head to indicate that Misty needed to go on, and then winked before going back down on the pool man. To impress her daughter, she deliberately downed as much of the penis as she could. She tried to get it all in but she could only go so far as to just barely feel his copious pubic hair with her lips. She held it deep for as long as she could, knowing full well Misty was still watching. Was she competing with her daughter? Or perhaps showing off? Or perhaps it excited her to know Misty was so close and watching. Probably it was all three. Misty shot a few more pix of her mother with virtually all of Mr. Newell's, not small, penis in her mouth. Once she was in the car she sent the best two photos to her dad with the words “I stopped home for lunch but Mom was already eating." The first week of April was to be when that Cooper end his time at Le Marco & LeMarco; however, Martin made Cooper a very generous offer if he would fly to Chicago one last time to put out one last fire. So, as freelance consultant, not an employee, Cooper once again took off for Atlanta Hartsfield Airport early that Wednesday morning. However, Bonnie’s annoyance that Martin LeMarco kept his hooks in her husband was mollified because after over a month of trying, Bonnie and Heather Jones were finally able to work out a plan for Heather to spend the night. Bonnie had not expected so many things to come up and prevent Heather from spending time with them. Lamar had been sick one week end, then the next weekend her mother insisted she come home for a family function. All that was normal life, however, Bonnie was suspicious that Brian LeMarco had a hand in Heather’s lack of availability on weekends. Heather arrived about 2:00 Friday afternoon. Their first kiss at the door was proof that the wild ride of the sex cruise had been replaced by a more subdued, but sustainable type of relationship. The kiss was prolonged and soulful, but it was not frantic or wonton. Bonnie had been mortified at her behavior the evening that she and Misty had met Heather for dinner. Though her daughter did not seem to hold it against her that she acted like a high-school girl with her first love; Bonnie felt she’d betrayed herself by allowing herself to act that way. She was not going to have a repeat of that meeting. Though they had the house to themselves for over an hour, Bonnie did not lead her to the bedroom. For the hour and a half before Misty and Lamar made it home from school, they sat and cuddled on the couch and talked. Sure, there was touching and some kissing, but mostly it was just being together and using the skin on skin contact to give them both assurances. They had spoken on the phone most days since returning to the “real world” and in that time Bonnie’s role of big-sister and mentor had full solidified. Heather told her all about her evolving role as part of the LeMarco world. Unlike her earlier take on the situation, Heather now characterized her role not as a prostitute, but rather like an adopted member of the family where it just so happened that the women in the family fully shared their bodies with those in the family’s social circles. If that meant screwing someone that was doing business with LeMarco & LeMarco, that was all to the good, but she assured Bonnie she wasn’t expected to have sex with anyone she did not actually want to. To her that was an all-important distinction. Bonnie played the role of supportive listener as Heather lay back on her chest on the couch. Heather said that since the party, she’d actually had sex with Brian less often than she had been before; but she had had sex with two other executives in the conference room and a total of six clients or other people with which LeMarco & LeMarco did business. “But every single time it has been with Mandy right with me, even the time it was a threesome with woman and with a couple. Even when I had thought I was going to screw a guy on my own, Mandy just came in the room a few minutes later.” Bonnie asked “Why?” “After the third time I asked her and she said that she felt more comfortable when I was with her and a man she didn’t know and had thought I did too. And she was right. When we do a guy I don’t know together, I feel way more in control and relaxed. You seen in the last month, Mandy and I have developed a very interesting relationship, not like girlfriends, but more like sisters. Just last week she asked me to move into one of their guestrooms, not for Brian, but for her, as what she calls her companion. We have only had sex without anyone else that one time on the San Dinero, that’s not our thing, and we’ve only done a threesome with Brian a couple of times. We are just really good friends, like sisters. When we do have sex in a threesome or group, it is more like we support each other, than we are making love. Sure, we touch and kiss and get each other off in the process, but … well…like I said, we are just being supportive.” She paused “I don’t love Brian or Heather. I love you and Cooper. I have so missed feeling your arms around me like this.” Several times as they hung up the phone Bonnie had told Heather she loved her; but she said that to a good many women she was close to. To Bonnie the concept of love was very expansive, but she was not sure how Heather meant it. Even so she pulled the young woman’s head down on her chest and sad “I love you too.” They sat quiet for a few moments before Heather reached up and unbuttoned Bonnie’s shirt. As a woman she surely could tell that Bonnie had nothing on underneath. When she was done, she settled her head between Bonnie’s breasts and quietly said “You don’t know how much I am looking forward to being Cooper tonight. I’ve been dreaming of laying between you like we did that night in your cabin. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so contended as when he was behind me, he was inside me while you and talked and kissed and touched.” Bonnie replied “Both Cooper and I enjoyed that very much too. Enveloping you with our love without any rush; only swallowing you up insdie our love for each other. So you would like to do that again tonight.” “Oh yes. Please. I really need that tonight.” “I think we can make that happen.” Over the next hour they continued to talk. Occasionally Heather kissed Bonnie’s breast and once she leaned up to suckle it, but mostly she just lay and talked. Bonnie stroked her hair and slid a hand up her blouse to cup one of her breasts. Heather told her that next week she would be moving out of the apartment she’d been renting and into Brian & Mandy LeMarco’s. “Their place is on Lake Horton, south of Atlanta toward Macon. It is less than an hour from campus, so I will likely stay there most nights even when I start classes in June.” Heather filled in more details about from phone conversations about her evolving relationship with her mother. She had, over a period of weeks told her mother more and more about the trip to the Caribbean. “When I brought her a few of the medium sized photos, I couldn’t believe how excited it made her. She didn’t even flinch when I showed her the photo of me, you and Cooper on the sunbed that last day before we reached Miami. She directly asked we the three of us were lovers and I told her we were. She just hugged me and said she was so happy I was experiencing so many things she had missed. I thought Dad’s eyes were going to fall out of his head when she hung the mermaid photo of the five of us in the garage.” When Misty and Lamar made it home Bonnie had to force herself not to move an inch or pull her hand from under Heather’s blouse. Lamar seemed to want to goggle at them, but his sister pulled him away. By 6:00, the whole family was home and it was decided to simply order out for pizza rather than to make the effort to cook or to go out to eat. Bonnie was pleased that the evening was all rather low keyed. Bonnie was careful not to repeat her behavior of the last time she was with the young woman. Heather fit in quite well with the family as if she were simply an old friend of the family. Lamar didn’t seem to even notice that she was hardly older than his sister, to him she was clearly an adult and that is all that mattered. Misty’s shared interest in photography and their proximity in ages went a long way. Heather let them know she’s talked to her photographer friend and would like to do a bikini/nude shoot in late May at their pool. To Misty she said “And she would love you to be her assistant. She also said if you were interested, she could shoot you too.” Misty didn’t hesitate to agree and Bonnie told Heather to give the woman her phone number so they could work out at date and time. The subject of the cruise did not really come up until they were all in the living room looking at Heather’s glamor portfolio on the big TV. Both Bonnie and Misty loved the photos and had a great many questions. Cooper stayed out of the conversation and pretended not to pay attention as for an hour they looked at photos of Heather at 14, 15, 16 and 17 years old, most in lingerie or bikini’s and a good in a good many she was quite exposed. Lamar had no compunctions about staring and drooling. After all, to him these were photos of someone his own age. When she’d finished showing her digital portfolio, Lamar asked about one of the photos in the study. When she said she was not sure what photo he meant, Lamar practically dragged her from the living room to see. Bonnie thought it a good idea to follow. As promised by Judy, two days after the party one of the LeMarco & LeMarco pulled up with a van and unloaded four boxes of carefully packed framed photos. It was only when they sat in her foyer that it sunk in how big several were, and how many Judy had sent. When Lamar got home from school, she set him to work helping unpack and sort the framed photos. She didn’t think twice about asking him to help; and once he saw what she was asking him to do, he didn’t hesitate to jump in. She decided to press her own comfort and openness by putting no less than a dozen on the shelves and walls. She did hedge her Options by mostly hanging nudes on the walls and putting the explicit erotica on the shelves. That way if they were going to have certain people over to the house, she could easily and quickly hide the sex photos without the room looking bare. Bonnie saw Heather look to the photos on display, then to her then to her fifteen-year-old son. “You wouldn’t believe how many photos Judy sent. What you see here is less than a third of them.” She pointed to the sole example of one of the six-foot tall, life sized, images that had been in the mansion’s solon. “She sent four of these. I don’t know where she thought I could put them in my normal sized home.” Heather laughed. “Yes, I have one of me like that too. It sits in my old bedroom, face to wall.” She then scanned the room again before saying “So Lamar, I guess your mom told you everything that happened on the trip.” Lamar nodded and said “From what I’ve seen on all these big pictures, and the ones on the computer and the video clips, I think she did.” As the started back to the dining room she asked “And what do you think of it?” He didn’t hesitate. “I think its great my parents treat Misty and me like we are grown up enough to tell us and to show us the pictures.” She agreed and said “Yes, you are very fortunate indeed. Your mother is quite a woman.” It was a long but wonderful night with Heather. As per Heather’s request, for a good hour they lay with Cooper spooning her from behind while she and Bonnie kissed and talked. Though they were never did get overly active, the lovemaking after that was passionate and fulfilling. They actually had three extended sessions with relaxing breaks in between. Cooper ejaculated into her at the end of spooning, and by the third round he was fully erect again. Bonnie was not at all jealous he came in Heather both times, but she did insist on eating her “cream pie.” She, not for the first time, told herself she’d become quite the cum fiend. After which she reflected on the fact she was all too ready to taste a new flavor and considered her options. The next morning the whole family took Heather to the local Waffle House. Bonnie knew Misty and Lamar knew fully what had gone on in her bed the night before, and even suspected both her children had gotten a good look through the open door. Yet, no one in the next booth would have suspected anything unusual had gone on. Since the town were Heather grew up was very much like Sparta, she knew full well that careless words could put the rumor mill in high gear. By 1:00, it was nearly 80°, the warmest day since last fall. With the sky bright and clear Bonnie announced they would take advantage of the weather for the first day of sunning by the pool of the year. Wryly she announced “After all, I had to work hard to entice Bob Newell to come over to get the pool ready to use.” When Misty and Cooper laughed, Heather seemed confused until Misty was all too happy to relay the story and show the phone pics she’d taken. There didn’t seem to be any discussion about the attire for the day. Bonnie let Heather use one of her cover-ups and they headed out. For the first time since she was eleven years old, Misty and her parents all went nude by the pool. Lamar, much to his later chagrin, had been dropped off at Byron’s on the way home from Waffle House. After they lay in the sun and talked for a good while Heather asked Misty if she would like her to her some things about glamour photography using herself as the model. Before they were done, all three women had taken a turn at modeling; though at Bonnie’s insistence Misty had to put on one of their micro-bikinis. Even though the tiny top often did not cover her nipples, and Misty and Heather decided to pull the tiny up into the cleft of her labia; however, the point was she was not nude, and from what Heather understood, that is what mattered. For the entire three hours they were out by the pool, Cooper intently kept his nose in his books. Bonnie knew this was his way of coping with this first time he’d been nude at the pool while their daughter was out too since she had been eleven….and she was not the same little girl she’d been back then. When the sun fell behind the trees, Bonnie and Cooper took Heather out to dinner in town while Misty went took off in her Mini to join her friends at House of Pizza. After dinner Bonnie, Cooper and Heather relaxed and watched a pair of movies in the living room. After Cooper’s Dudes Night with Lamar, Bonnie had been scouring the net for real movies that had real (not simulated) sex. Though it was easier to download such films, she did her best to buy them so as to support the artists. That night they watched two DVD’s that arrived just that week, one was French dubbed into English and the other was German with subtitles. Less than half way through the first movie, Heather had Cooper’s penis gripped in her fist. Lamar was dropped off by Trish not long after. Either he didn’t see or did a great job of acting like it was no big deal. Not long after they were all nude. The sex on the living room couch was relaxed and sporadic, but continued from perhaps twenty minutes in, till the second movie was over. It was all so casual, yet tender. Bonnie and Copper had had hundreds of such relaxing sexual encounters over the past two decades; yet sitting with someone else, in their living room just gently touching, caressing, kissing, licking, sucking and even fucking while watching the movies was a new experience. When Misty came home near the end of the second movie, Cooper had been in his recliner for a good while, with Heather “sitting in his lap” as the chatted and watched the movies. Misty, unlike Lamar, walked right up to the back of the couch and chatted with Heather as she rolled her hips with Cooper visibly inside of her. Still, she did a great job of making it all seem so normal and casual. He climaxed in Heather not long after Misty had come and gone a second time after stepping into the kitchen. All the while Bonnie never took her hand out of her own lap as she lay on the far end of the couch watching her husband and “their lover” have sex. Bonnie enjoyed watching as Heather kept riding him after his orgasm. His semen had oozed out and run down his scrotum well before his penis finally fell out of the girl. After the second movie was over that they moved to the bedroom and engaged the first high energy sex since Heather had arrived the afternoon before. She was pleased that for the second night in a row her husband was able to get it back up for a second round in short order and keep it up a surprising long time. The even tried something new. She sat on Cooper, taking up her ass while Heather worked her over with fingers, tongue dildo and vibrator. The experience left her a quivering mess, and with a new “favorite thing” to add to her collection. All the while the bedroom door was wide open and Bonnie wondered if Heather realize that several times they had voyeurs watch for a little while at a time from the darkened living room. When the Campbell’s headed out to church the next morning, Heather headed home. They had agreed that they would try to do this once a month. Once she was gone, Bonnie and Cooper agreed that experience was exactly what they hoped would become normalized in their home. ************************ The marketing campaign by Richard Kyle had gone unnoticed by anyone in Sparta for almost two weeks. In the first ten days after the new site featuring a fully nude mother and her teenage daughter at the beach had debuted, sixteen-thousand people had paid the $14.99 “membership fee” to get access to the photos; yet, not one was in that particular rural community. As it happened it was a high school boy by the name of Todd who first recognized that teenager in the teaser photos looked a whole lot like a girl in his Algebra II class at Jefferson Davis High. Not one of the free pics showed her completely. Some showed her naked from the rear, but the two shots from the front had censor bars over the “good” stuff. Still, he was sure he knew the girl. Her name was Misty Campbell, the 11th grader who sat two seats in front of him every day. Not that she even knew he was alive. He was only fifteen and a 9th grader, but because he was a math wiz he went to class with the upperclassmen. He tried to print out some of the photos but the freebie pics were too low resolution to convince others it was her. He called a buddy, Byron Simms who he knew harbored a not-so-secret crush on Misty. All school year, Byron had been saying that Misty had shown him her tits during the summer. Initially, no one much believed him even though Byron's best friend was her brother, Lamar. It hurt his case that Lamar, would not directly confirm the story. However, once several other guys had seen the large family photo from Miami beach in the Campbell's game room, the story gained more credibility. In the large wall photo, the family was standing at the water's edge facing the ocean, but looking back over their shoulders. Both Misty and her mom were topless and wore only a thong. Not only were the boys mesmerized by Misty & Mrs. Campbell's asses, but both of them showed more side-boob than they could imagine seeing in a photo like that. There was much discussion of whether they could see any nipple or not, though Byron said that Lamar had told him that his sister had confirmed both her and their mother’s nipples were showing. The big photo quickly became a thing of legend among the freshman boys. Todd asked Byron to check out the site and tell him if he thought it was Misty. Byron lived with his mom, but his dad had bought him the computer and let him take it to his mom’s house with the strict condition he would not look at porn. He suspected his dad had installed some spy ware on his laptop prior to giving it to him, so he waited until he went to Todd’s house that weekend to look at the site. After looking at the teaser photos, Byron agreed that they looked a whole lot like Misty, but her face in the free pics were just too small to be sure. Better proof came when Todd showed him a photo of the supposed mother on the web site. In one of the teaser photos, Byron made a positive confirmation that the woman on the nude beach was definitely Mrs. Campbell. He was sure because Mrs. Campbell and his mom were good friends and he’d seen her hundreds of times. What was odd to Byron was that he and Lamar were best friends and he had never told him anything about a nude beach. Lamar had told him all about his mom and sister going topless on South Beach in Miami. But even that story did not come until the big photo was put up in their game room. It was another friend, Lucas, who “borrowed“ his mother’s Visa Debit card and bought them an access code to the whole set of hi-resolution photos. It took ten minutes to download all the high-res files and then each of the boys made copies on their own flash-drives. But when they opened the files up, they couldn’t believe what they saw. Lamar’s hottie sister and amazingly hot mom, showing their tits and hairless pussies to the world. After they didn't think the pics could get hotter, they came to one of Lamar’s mom kissing one of the guys. There were a whole series of them both naked making out. Then one came up that caused Lucas to say "She's fucking him now!" Byron didn't think so. He said it just looked that way since the guy was holding Mrs. C. off the ground with her legs wrapped around him and her pussy against his stomach. Since the images were really huge, a moment later Todd had zoomed in on one of the photos. It was shot from slightly behind the guy who held Mrs. Campbell up in the air. Her face was crystal clear above the back of the guy's head as she posed with her hands raised, her right tit pushed against his ear. The next photo was shot slightly more to the side. Her head was above his and he had her nipple in his mouth. The next one was the same but, was almost completely in profile. They could see the guy's hard-on. It was standing straight up, pointing right at Mrs. Campbell’s pussy lips. In the next two, Mrs. Campbell's butt had moved down, they were kissing but the head of the guy's cock was out of sight. Lucas said "See, they are fucking!" Todd said "No they aren't" and he zoomed in on the next image. The huge size of the file allowed a magnification of even small details. The screen was filled with just the two adult's hips. Sure enough, they could see part of the head of his penis as her pussy pressed it onto his body. Lucas said, "Go to the next pic." Todd brought up the next image in the series. When he again zoomed in, they could see something was different, this time they could not see any of the head, though Mrs. Campbell's hips had opened a gap between her and his pelvis. The shaft was no longer pressed on his body, but disappeared between her thighs. Again Lucas said they were fucking and again Todd said they were not. "Look how much of his dick you can still see under her, almost all of it." Todd queued the next image, this time the angle was no longer directly in profile, but slightly behind Mrs. Campbell. Her hips appeared lower and less of his dick was visible. Again it was disputable. Byron said "It's just the angle that has changed. " But the next image, was shot from Mrs. Campbell's right shoulder, but at a lower angle. Again, Mrs. Campbell obviously had her tongue in the guy's mouth as they kissed. From the new angle, they could see her left bun and the crack between them. Of more interest to the boys was that in this image, the curve of the guys cock was plainly visible as it went up into her. Lucas said triumphantly, "See, he is fucking her." There was no mistaking it, they were indeed having sex. Still a good three or four inches of his cock was still visible, but for sure half of it was in her pussy. Todd went to the next frame, only about two inches of his penis was still visible. This time Lucas did not speak. The next frame was shot again from head level and in profile. None of his penis was visible. Only part of his ball sack under her butt could be seen. “His whole cock is inside of her” Lucas said triumphantly. Mrs. Campbell is fucking that guy right on the beach. Lamar's mom fucked some college age guy right in front of Misty.” Though none of the photos that appeared to show Mrs. Campbell having sex, also showed Misty, it seemed obvious she was right there. In the group of photos just before and just after Misty was standing just on the other side of her mother. It was beyond belief. Finally, Byron conceded “While it could be just the angle that makes it look like his dick is in her, I think you are right. I think she did do it with that guy. But I’m not convinced Misty was actually there when her mom did it. Did you notice there wasn’t a single photo that showed both Mrs. C. getting it on and Misty at the same time. I think they were taken at different times.” It was just that sort of ambiguity that led Richard Kyle to remove twenty more photos from the set before having the new site created. Just as the boys were not sure what was happening, neither would those people who thought it their mission to harass businessmen like himself. Though he was safe from US law enforcement, he did not want to risk his access to the banking systems on which his, very profitable, business depended. The boys worked through the last few dozen photos. These showed Misty and her mom posing on a lifeguard tower. They were thrilled that in several photos they sat on the tower steps and their legs were spread enough to see everything. It was Lucas who suggested selling the photos at school. Buying thumb drives was way too expensive so they used a dozen from an old spool of writable CD's Todd's parents had laying around. The files were huge, so to save time they picked out forty-five of the best photos to put on the CD's. After some discussion they agreed, for Lamar's sake, to leave out the one's of Mrs. Campbell making out with and fucking that guy. They made twenty copies and sold them the next week for $5 each which allowed them to pay back Todd’s mother and make a nice profit as well. Amazingly no one told Misty or any of her friends about the photos circulating among the freshmen guys that first week. Byron was mad at his best friend Lamar for hiding the fact they’d gone to a nude beach from him, so he didn’t say anything to him either. Sure, none of the photos showed Lamar present, but how could he not be there since his mom and sister were? The next week the entrepreneurs got greedy. They made forty more copies and on Tuesday Lucas got busted by Mr. Phelps the gym coach. The coach did not know what was on the CD’s but he knew Lucas and when he saw another student hand a bill over for the CD, he moved in and took that CD and the dozen or so still in his book bag. It wasn’t until the next day he remembered the stack of disks in his desk. He opened the tray on his desktop to bring up the contents. The Jefferson Davis High School’s coaches’ offices were located in a large room situated between the girls and guys locker rooms. The office was shared by both the male and female P.E. teachers and coaches. Of course, it was not directly connected to, or visible from, where the kids changed. Opening the first file he chuckled to his colleagues at their desks “Well, it looks like Lucas Terranova is now peddling porn off the net.” That brought several head swiveling to see what was on his screen. He changed images. A full screen shot of a nude teenager girl throwing a Frisbee appeared. A gasp came from behind Coach Phelps. “That’s Misty Campbell, I’m sure of it” came the voice of the volleyball coach, Sue Parker. “Pull up another one, so I can be sure.” A second photo taken farther away of the same girl splashing in the surf convinced her that this was indeed Misty. In minutes, with CD’s in hand, Coach Parker was on her way to the office of Dr. Collin’s, their principal. Dr. Collins, in turn, called the sheriff's office because they knew without a doubt that Misty was a minor. Lucas, Byron and Todd were all called to the office where they, realizing this could be a “real” crime, gave a full account of how they found the photos and were summarily suspended for bringing and distributing pornography on school grounds. The local sheriff and his staff looked at the photos and concluded that this matter fell under the jurisdiction of the FBI since the images were taken from a commercial website. Upon receiving the photos the FBI concluded, as Richard Kyle had, that because these were photos taken at a public beach that they were not child pornography as defined by US law. When they went to the original website referenced on the images, they did find some sexual photos involving the older woman, but the minor girl was not involved, so no federal crime had been committed. The federal investigation was closed by the end of the week without ever contacting anyone in Georgia; however, Sparta was a small conservative Southern town and what had been the knowledge of a few teenage boys would soon make front page news in the local newspaper. The same week that the three teens were caught selling DVD’s of nude photos at school, the first article was due to be published in The Christian Social Chronicle. A second was under consideration by Salon.com. He was proud of his work in the piece for the Social Chronicle. He had appreciated that Rev. McBride not only had read through the early versions of the article and made useful suggestions, but had sent him more than a dozen reference suggestions including books, websites and articles. His finished work used both theology and church history to show how the modern notion that sex is inherently dirty and should be hidden was a 4th century construct, unknown to the first generation of Hellenic Christians. The Salon piece, using social anthropology rather than scriptures to support his proposition of sexual openness, if picked up, would have a thousand times as many readers. All in all, he was feeling pretty good about abandoning the corporate world of greed, for the academic world of ideas. Sitting in front of his computer he labored on a particularly sticky paragraph. From behind him he heard Bonnie’s footsteps. “OK, Mr. Professor, enough for now. I think you work more hours now than you did before you quit LeMarco’s.” Her attempt to drag her husband from his study was interrupted by the ring of her cell phone. A very terse female voice said, “This is Dr. Collins, Principal at Jefferson Davis High School, we have a problem and would like you to come up to the school as soon as possible.” Bonnie’s heart raced, she had never gotten a call from a teacher, let alone the principal. “Is Misty and Lamar OK? Are one of them in some kind of trouble?” “No, they are fine. We will talk when you get here?” and the phone went dead. “Cooper” Bonnie yelled. “That was the school, something is wrong.” At that moment, her phone rang again. This time it was her closest church friend, Trish. She sounded very upset, “Bonnie, I just got a call from Byron; he is in trouble at school. Its something about beach pictures of you and Misty!” Bonnie had not been secretive with her friends in the women’s tanning group about going to the topless beach, even though she had not told the part about the nude beach until the fall, and still had not given a hint as to the actual events of their cruise. Even so, when she told them she had gone to a nude beach, it was more than mildly scandalous. That is not to say they didn’t pepper her with questions, especially about the naked men. She had not told them Misty had come with her though; she let them assume she’d gone with Cooper. After a few weeks of questions from the women in her tanning group, she admitted that she had touched a guy’s penis while his buddies had taken photos. “Well, OK, it was more like a hand job and some pretty hot kissing.” She made a point to honestly tell them that she had seriously considered just letting loose and screwing his brains out, but had pulled back at the last second. She knew that was not quite the full truth; but she continued to be mortified that she'd lost control of the situation that day and was too ashamed to give the full story. “Did Cooper see?” was the first response. She had to think fast, as Cooper wasn’t even there, but if she said yes what other revelations might that lead to. So she just told them the truth, sort of. “No, he wasn’t nearby. I’d gone off on my own for a while.” Others of her friends were horrified that she would end up on the net, they had all read such stories, but Bonnie assured them “There were much better looking, and younger women on that beach than me, and on South Beach, it is all topless. If someone wanted to secretly take bare breasted photos, they wouldn’t take them of me.” While she’d said she’d let them take her picture, she didn’t let on that she and Misty had actually posed nude for them. She assured herself that the young man who had earnestly promised they wouldn’t put them on the net would be true to his word. From that day to this, that had been the only discussion with her friends about her trip to the nude beach. Since Jill’s departure over a year ago, Bonnie and Trish had become much closer. Trish had been divorced for two years and had yet to start dating. She was not a bad looking woman. A shoulder length brunet in her late 30’s, perhaps a size twelve or even fourteen with well matched hips and 36 D breasts that, though attractive, showed some effect from gravity over the years. She had been one of the first of her friends to shed her top at Tina’s request two summers ago. She and her friends had done a lot of sex talk and had been encouraging Trish to go ‘get some’ but she always said “I couldn’t do that”. However, she did readily admit she had started to use the vibrator they had bought her as a joke, on the first anniversary of her divorce. Upon hearing Trish’s report of photos at the school, Bonnie’s heart jumped to her chest. She knew full well what photos had been taken. She could not say a thing. Trish asked in a quivering voice “Could he have gotten any of your beach or pool photos from last summer?” “I don’t think Lamar would have given those files to Byron.” Bonnie replied, for the first time considering it might not have been the college guys on the nude beach, but the ‘family’ photos. There were hundreds of them that showed her and/or Misty topless and even one set of nudes. In her mind she rapidly considered the possibility that Lamar had sent some, even one or two, to his friends. Out loud but not really to Trish she said “Unless…. unless, I guess it is possible that Lamar emailed some of our photos to someone. But it is most likely the photos were taken by just people on the beach. We saw more than a few phones and cameras pointed our way on the topless and the nude beaches. I've looked, there are whole websites devoted to posting such photos. All it would have taken was one of Byron's friends to recognize Misty on one of those sites.” “No, Byron clearly said he found fully nude pictures of you…and of Misty with some young guys on a web site. Did Misty go with you when you went to the nude beach?” Bonnie thought back to last summer, again mostly to herself she said “I didn’t tell anyone that part. Oh God, those college boys! They sold the pictures they took of us! Oh God, no!” Trish added “Yes, If Misty went with you, I’m sure that is exactly what happened. I told you that you can't tell what will show up on the internet.” Bonnie went on ignoring what Trish said, “It’s got to be those photos. Damn. I just got a call from the principal too. I guess I’ll see you up at the school. I’m sorry if I caused problems for you guys.” Trish was calmer now. “No, it was Byron who was porn surfing at his friends house. It seems that he and some friends brought a bunch of CD’s of the photos to school. If his dad hears about this he is going to hit the ceiling and blame me.” After apologizing again and saying goodbye to Trish, Bonnie told Cooper she was off to the school. Cooper offered to come with her, but she thought she would deal with this on her own. It was fortunate that Trish had called; she would have been blind sided. The high school was far enough away to give time for Bonnie to get her thoughts together. By the time she arrived she was loaded for bear if the principal should attempt to do anything to Misty because of those photos. She saw Misty in a waiting area, Misty rose to come to her but a vice principal appeared suddenly and ushered Bonnie into the office. This only steeled Bonnie’s resolve. The fact that Misty was not allowed to speak with her just added to the price the principal would pay. In the office was the high school resource officer and two people whom Bonnie was not able to identify. After a short set of preliminaries Dr. Collins said “It seems that three of our students have been selling pornography on our campus.” Bonnie attempting to appear confused asked as to what that had to do with Misty. The large middle-aged woman continued “And it seems that some people have made the accusation that your daughter Misty is involved.” Bonnie said convincingly “I don’t think Misty would be in the business of selling pornography. You must be mistaken. Have you asked her about it? I saw her out there. I don’t’ think she has any idea why she’s in the office.” The other woman did not act as if she heard what Bonnie had said. “It seems someone has identified her as appearing in photos from a beach that are not appropriate.” She paused then looked right at Bonnie and said “…and you have been identified as being in the photos as well.” She paused and looked at the other people in the room with an air of success, “But, I’m sure these photos could not be you and your daughter, I could not imagine why any mother would do such a thing.” Now Bonnie understood, the principal did not have Misty in her sights but her! She had wondered why those other people, and the police officer were there. Yes, that was what this was about. “Well, Dr. Collins, our family did go to Miami Beach last summer. And you may not be aware of it but the standards of modesty, and the legal dress code there is much different than it is here.” Bonnie’s words came out more sarcastic than she’d planned “but I don’t know what that has to do with this school” Bonnie said in a more even tone. Dr. Collins was not much older than Bonnie, but it was obvious that she was used to giving orders, and unused to being challenged. Her face became red “Because your nude photos ended up at my school.” “My photos? I am quite sure you are mistaken; it is not possible those are my photos.” Bonnie replied, “Let me see them.” Dr. Collins ceremoniously took out a DVD from her drawer and placed it in a lap top on her desk. She pressed some keys and turned the computer to face Bonnie who sat in a chair across the desk from her inquisitor. On the screen was a very sharp, easily recognizable photo of her and Misty standing on a Haulover Beach lifeguard tower. They were both fully nude and the image was good, really good, like magazine quality good. She knew full well it was one of the photos the guy from Texas A&M had taken last summer. The principal clicked to the next photo and then one more. Though Bonnie was very pleased at how good she looked and thought she and Misty looked good together, she had to hide those thoughts and focus on what was going on. She noted the large logo in the corner of each photo. After leaving the office she would need to call and tell her husband to look up BeachNudz.com. Bonnie reached up and shut the laptop and calmly looked up to the glaring Dr. Collins. “Those are absolutely not our photos; I’ve never seen them before. I expect an apology for your baseless accusation.” The principal looked crest fallen. Bonnie stood and began to leave. Dr. Collins looked at the other people and then tried to save face and said. “I’m so glad this is just a case of mistaken identity. The boy who was selling these photos was sure it was you and Misty.” Bonnie stopped half way to the door, turned on her heels, “Oh, that is me and my daughter in the photos; we did visit the nude beach as did a number of other families with children much younger than ours. It is an official public family beach run by Miami-Dade County with life guards and beach patrol. But the photos are not ours. Like I said, I have never seen them before. Did you look at all the photos. Are they all that flattering?” Indignant, Dr. Collins almost shouted “I most certainly did NOT!” Still calm Bonnie said “If you had you likely would have seen that the photographer was with a group of researchers from Texas A&M University. They just happened to be there when we did and we all socialized. They took those photos while we were with them.” Still very loud, the principal retorted, “You let them take photos of you?” Bonnie’s eyes narrowed and she spoke deliberately “It is a public beach; I could not keep them from doing so. I guess I could have assaulted him and stolen his camera, but like I said Beach Patrol. I don't thing getting arrested for assault and robbery would have set a good example for my kids” Bonnie said sarcastically. Trying to regain the upper hand the principal said “Well I’ll have you know I turned all the other copies of this disk over to the Sheriff’s office. I’m sure you will be talking to them soon.” With a contemptuous smile Bonnie said “Good, because I would assume it is illegal to post photos like this on the web. So why don’t you look for the perpetrator not the victim. What is wrong with you that you can’t see the difference?” Bonnie turned again to leave. Once again the Principal tried to put Bonnie in her place “I am very concerned about how your poor judgment will impact Misty’s self-esteem and reputation.” Bonnie was already to the door, she turned briefly before leaving and said “Stop with your false concern Mary Collins. Should you continue trying to attack my family, you will find out quickly that in a town like Sparta, blood runs deep, and Misty’s blood matters far more than yours here. For your own sake, I suggest you turn your focus onto ensuring this does not become a circus due to your inappropriate response. And to ensure you do not show this disk to anyone else I will take it with me." Bonnie walked back to the desk and put out her hand. The principal now quite flustered, removed the disk and handed it over. From what Trish had told her, she knew the school had several copies of the DVD, but that was not the point in this little power play. Bonnie then looked her square in the eye and said "As for Misty, if you knew anything about her, you would know she is very secure in herself. If she weren’t she would not have asked me to take her to that beach. Yes, she asked me to take her. She will not be harmed one wit by this; unless you make it a point to harm her, and again, I suggest you do not.” With that Bonnie walked back to the door and pulled it open. Dr. Collins stood dumbfounded as Bonnie walked out triumphant. Bonnie did feel a tiny bit guilty for using Cooper’s well-known family connections as a club on the principal who was all too aware of her status as an outsider. That guilt passed the second she saw Misty, sitting by herself in the outer office. Once again mom was angry. Not at the boys for bringing the photos to school, but for Mary Collins’s little plot to attack her family. However, in the back of her head, she knew this was a small town and everybody knew every body’s business. There would be a price to pay for this, even if Mary Collins wasn’t the one who would exact it. Misty had been sitting in the outer office for over an hour. At first she was confused, but she heard a few snippets of discussion between two vice principals, enough to know what was up. Just that morning, word had come to her about the existence of a CD with photos of her at the nude beach. Iris’s boyfriend had told her that the little brother of one of his friend’s had bought a copy back on Monday. After the guys selling them had been caught, those who bought them had gone to ground for a few days, but then nothing happened, and now word of the pictures was leaking out. This had come up at lunch, and so when Mrs. Anderson, one of the vice-principals, had come to get her she was not completely surprised. Of course, they’d think she had provided the pics, but she hadn’t. She had been waiting for this day to come since school had started. Given how many people she’d seen taking her photo on the beach, she was baffled as to why it had taken so long. She told her friends more than once she was disappointed none had showed up at school yet. Contrary to what Dr. Collins seemed to think, Misty Campbell had no problem with her own body image. In the outer office Misty wasn't the least embarrassed. She actually was thinking how much better her relationship with her mother was than Dr. Collins, who had no children, could imagine. That….woman….simply would die if she knew how common explicit discussions about sex were at her house. Last week she hadn’t even hesitated to bring up that she had noticed the mirror installed over Mom & Dad’s bed when she had come home from school that day. She told her mother, “But Mom, I’d be turned on constantly if that were over my bed. I know how much I love watching myself get off in the mirror that’s on the back of my door. I mean, it’s such a turn on looking at myself while I do it and if it were just right over my bed, I’d play all night every night.” Then she’d asked her mom if that had sounded really weird and more than a bit narcissistic. She wasn’t just making idle talk, she’d been masturbating to climax for five years by that time, and more and more she’d been doing it while looking into the mirror. She knew how much she liked watching herself do that, but was afraid she might be taking it too far. But her mom had reassured her that it was not bad at all. “No sweetie, it’s good you appreciate your body, after all it’s the only one you’ve got.” Then her mom confided, “Little girl, to be honest, since I had that mirror put over the bed two weeks ago, hardly a day has gone bye when I haven’t played with myself while I watch. I find I just can’t resist.” To that confession, Misty just broke out laughing. A little later that same day, when her mom and brother went out grocery shopping, Misty tried out the overhead mirror for herself. Feeling a little silly she crept down the stairs with her vibrator in hand. It wasn’t like she’d never been naked in her parents’ room. It was in that bed, not her own, that last month, she had felt a real penis inside of her for the first time. She, Kelli and Cody had opted for using the king-sized bed that night, at least for the first session. By the end of the night they had done it in her parent’s bed, the floor of the family room and all over the game room. By the time they made it to her room Cody couldn’t get it up again, so he just watched her and Kelli go at each other. They finally drove him home at 1:30 AM. Misty laughed to herself how she had been sure to leave empty condom wrappers in all three rooms (two in the game room). The discovery of the wrappers by her mom led, the next day, to a detailed recitation to Mom, Dad and little brother of who did what in what position in each of the rooms as they all ate pepperoni and bacon pizza at House of Pizza in town. Wouldn’t Dr. Collins choke at that? Sitting in the overstuffed chair in the school office, Misty squeezed her thighs together as she recalled how, last week when she had the house to herself, she had tossed her new dildo on her parents bed and pulled off the tee-shirt and thong she had been wearing and looked up into the new mirror attached to the ceiling. Mr. Norris always did good work and it looked very secure. She’d looked up in the mirror as she watched herself run her hands over her stomach and breasts. Misty was indeed pleased with her breast that measured a solid 32 C. She had gently run her hands over them and it made her tingle. Her nipples were dark pink and stood up above the white flesh. Having seen her friends topless on many occasions, she was sure none had breasts any better than hers, and most, she thought, were not nearly as nice. As she recalled how she’d caressed herself as she remembered the amazingly soft lips of Caitlin the first time they touched her nipples. How she had lingered for what seemed to be an eternity on each of Misty’s tender but hard tips. One hand, almost involuntarily, had descended to her smooth-shaven labial mound as she laid on the bed looking up at herself. She felt her own sex, she thought of how each of her friends labia’s were different, but all were beautiful. Sitting in the office she had to grip the arm rests as she recalled how her hands had explored her own outer and then inner lips. She remembered the sex of each of the six friends she had discovered with her hands and mouth over the past year. Laying on the bed she’d imagined it was Kelli’s fingers, and then Rebecca’s tongue, then she pressed three fingers in like Connie did so well. All the while she watched herself. When she had begun with the vibrator and dildo, she pushed up on her hips so she could have a clear view of the artificial penis sliding in. She thought of a day last month she watched the real penis of the pool man going in and out of her mother, and on how last week she’d lain on that very fabric imagining the dildo was the pool man. Sitting in that chair in the busy office, she recalled how, on her parent’s bed, her hips had begun spontaneously to undulate as she watched herself fucking the artificial penis. The sight had pushed her further toward an orgasm. She had kept that up for three rounds of climax and resolution until she couldn’t move any more. The power of orgasm after orgasm had completely sapped her strength. Eventually, she heard her mother and brother returning from the store and unloading the groceries in the kitchen. There had been something erotic about watching them through the open door come and go carrying bags of groceries, oblivious to her presence as she laid spread eagle exhausted from making love to herself. As she’d lain watching her brother and mother come and go, her left hand still lay on her pelvis and, as if on its own, the middle finger began to stimulate her sensitive clit again. With her eyes closed she had again imagined the pool man was back, this time it was better because her mom really was out in the living room just like she had been when she watched him fuck her. She had heard the footsteps entering the room as she masturbated with her eyes focused on her own reflection in the mirror above her head. She imagined it was the pool man walking into the room to see her masturbating. Of course she had known the footsteps were just her mom’s, but she kept up the fantasy. She kept going and going, the orgasm was eluding her. In the mirror she saw her naked body tensed, ready to climax, but it was only when she turned her head and had seen her mother, by the dresser watching her that did it. It gave her the last nudge. Looking at Mom watching her get off for the first time ever, she achieved her climax. It wasn’t anything like one of the big orgasms she sometimes had, but it went on and on for a good dozen cycles of contractions before her bare hips fell to the bed. After waiting a respectful amount of time for her daughter to compose herself, her mother had said “I meant try the mirror some time, I didn’t mean immediately.” But the words had a pleasant tone, so she knew her mother was not unhappy with her. Misty had just laid there panting while her mother told her “Young lady, you owe me one. I let you finish without going boo.” Misty knew full well to what her mom was referring. Her mom went on “Next time you won’t stop me, get it? It’s not like I mind that you watch, but in the future, you had just better let me finish in peace.” Sitting in the school office, Misty thought how that was the kind of conversation that had really blossomed over the last year. Before she just had a mom, now she felt like she had a friend and a mom in one person. In the school, Misty had just begun to think about her dad’s very funny response to the pics she’d texted to him of her mom and Mr. Newell having sex when the principal’s door opened. She heard her mother’s voice at the doorway to the inner office. It was clearly angry, but the words themselves eluded her. Misty had tried to convince herself that there was no way she would be in trouble, but still, when her mother marched into the outer office, a triumphant, but angry look on her face, Misty was relieved; at least about that part. Bonnie curtly told the school secretary "Please call Lamar Campbell and have him dismissed. I will be out front in the visitors parking." She then walked over to Misty. Her daughter could not help but notice the DVD in her hand and it confirmed her suspicion of why she was in the office. Bonnie said "You go on home. I'll bring Lamar. We will talk when we get home." Misty did as her mother said. Misty waited in her bright yellow Mini-Cooper on the road in front of the school until her mom and Lamar were leaving. She wanted to get home at the same time they did. As they each drove their own car home, they both considered how those photos would force them to make choices they had not planned on making today. With the ordeal at the school office over, Misty was able to think about what had happened as she drove. She found she was actually a bit excited that word of her nude photos would saturate the school by evening. The school’s reaction had guaranteed this would be the talk of Jeff Davis for some time to come. Now she was a real live web girl. She knew her life at school would never be the same. In her Volvo, Bonnie wondered how widespread this story would go. Unlike Misty she was not looking forward to the fallout, yet she had known all along that she would have to come out of the closet at some point. Cooper met them at the door. Misty right off asked her father “Are you mad at me?” "No, not at all. Not at you at least. I am not happy at a website making money off your photos though. And I am really pissed at Mary Collins.” He then went on a rant regarding how this is exactly the kind of behavior by officials that he wrote about in his article he had submitted to Solon. Misty changed the subject by asking her mother, “So did I look good?” Bonnie put her hand over her girl’s shoulder, “In the three photos I saw, you looked amazing. That guy is quite a photographer. I have a copy of the disk, let's take a look. Dr. Collins was not going to give it to me, but she had not expected my response and I took advantage of that. If she had already sent all the other copies to the sheriff, I'm sure she regrets it now.” The four family members gathered in Cooper's home office since the two monitors in there were quite large for his CAD work. He put the disk in the tray and they cycled through the rather small set of photos. Indeed, they were quite good. Very high resolution. Cooper noted that because of the unusually high resolution of the pictures they were surely taken with a professional, full frame 35mm sensor, camera with an insanely expensive lens. "Those images are far better than my Cannon is capable of making. And look at the lighting. Most of those are good enough to be made into poster size prints.” He actually surprised himself how he was able to, at least temporarily, mentally step away from the fact it was his daughter, fully naked, in those photos. Misty beat her mother to the question "The pictures are good, but where are the rest?” The name of the website was prominent on each photo so it didn't take Cooper long to find the site, then pay to get access to the whole set. There were more, a lot more. Several times Bonnie or Misty stopped the slide show to fill in some detail or another. When the first photo of Bonnie kissing the good-looking guy while she held his erection was on the screen, she said, "Lamar, be sure to thank your friends for showing some discretion by leaving out the photos of me messing around." "You mean you aren't mad at them?" Bonnie laughed "No, not at all. I can hardly blame them. They didn't make me get naked and it was the guys who took them that promised not to share the photos, not your friends." They were at the photo that showed the college guy's dick fully inside Bonnie when she added "See, Byron and the others have all these photos of me having sex, but made a point to leave those off the disk. They had to know they certainly would have created more interest in their product had they included them." She was proud of herself that she did not even pretend she was not having sex, but the truth was, a lot of water had gone under the bridge since the day she didn’t want to admit to Misty she’d had sex with a perfect stranger. That day she had convinced herself that Misty had not seen she was having sex, but these photos seemed to very explicitly show that she’d fucked him pretty hard. Misty then said “I wonder why the really graphic ones aren’t there.” Bonnie said “What do you mean? These don’t really leave much to the imagination.” “I saw him taking the pictures. I mean from where I was standing I could clearly see your lips grabbing his dick, and I know he shot photos of that; but they are not in this set. And he also shot photos of me and my guy, while I was playing with his hard on and they are not here either.” That comment certainly answered Bonnie’s long held question about how much her daughter had seen. But, her question was a good one. Misty saw photos as they were taken. If she says some of them weren’t on this website, she would know. Cooper seemed to assess it all quickly and provide the answer. “I think that once the person who took these photos looked at them, he realized you were underage. As I understand the law, as long as the pictures he took did not include sex, then it was perfectly legal for him to take, and sell, nude photos of you on a public beach. But if even a single photo that showed you and someone doing something sexual, all the photos might be called kiddy porn. So my guess is that he did not sell those photos to the website to keep from getting prosecuted.” Bonnie nodded. “That might also be why there are no photos that clearly and graphicly show his penis in me.” Lamar did not see why everyone was so serious. “These pics are super-hot” then he added “Even if they are of my mom and sister.” Cooper said to Lamar, "Yea, these are really hot. Your friends did you a favor by leaving them off. You might get some razzing at school about your mom's nude photos on the web, but it would be worse if they had pics of her having sex right in front of Misty." “Dad,” Lamar retorted, “Maybe Misty is right that those guys took more direct pics of sex, but these pictures make it really clear Mom was fucking that guy on the beach.” Bonnie had been so focused on Misty, she hadn't even thought about Lamar. Her husband was right. This would impact him as well. But she wanted to make a clarification as the slide show came to an end. "I think the pictures are misleading. I didn't just go to town on that guy right on the beach. At the time, in my mind I did not have sex with him. I seriously thought about laying out the towels and going at it in earnest, but I stopped myself. Sure I should have stopped sooner, and yes I did have sex with him for a few minutes; but I did show some restraint." She looked at Cooper and Lamar. She didn't think they were giving her any credit for self-control. Certainly, the photos made it look like she'd had a full sexual encounter on the beach. She looked at Misty "Tell them." To Misty the photos seem to tell the story that her mother had utterly and completely thrown caution to the wind and enjoyed fucking that guy to the fullest. Photos can, and in this case did, tell a false story. "Mom's right and wrong. I was right there. He and mom were making out then he picked her up to be able to suck her tits. I could not miss that Mom was having a great time. He did not ask before deliberately lowering her in a way that his dick would go into her. She did not give him permission, and I don’t think she would have had he asked. However, it would not be right to say she jumped off of him as soon as he went into her. She gave no sign of objecting and she sure could have. She went down on him really slow. I could directly see. Once he was all the way in, for a good five or even ten minutes she made out with him while he held her up off the ground. And she was not a passive participant. He was doing the hard work by holding her up like that, but she was riding him like crazy. The photos we have don’t really show that. But we should give her credit she didn’t let it go on and on. I could tell she wanted to. If she had, I most definitely would have had sex with those guys too. I really wanted to. But Mom knew we didn’t have any condoms with us and was not going to let me risk pregnancy. I for one think she did a really hard thing by ending it before things went too far. She has nothing to be ashamed for." Bonnie pulled her daughter close and said “Thank you, but I was wrong and I know it.” Cooper told Bonnie, "You know it would have been fine with me if you had done it for an hour, and I think you made the right decision to stop for Misty’s sake. But none of that will change what people think when they see those photos…and you can be sure they will be all over town by tonight. Still you might start preparing our friends for when the whole set gets out. When it does, will have to just openly embrace that we have an open marriage." Word of the "scandal" did not begin to fully circulate until after school that day. When three students, two of them honor students get suspended during a day at a small school like Jefferson Davis High School, everyone notices. Word spread quickly and full saturation was not a great feat in a school of just over seventeen-hundred. While Misty had nothing to worry about with her parent's response; her very special friend Kelli Preston did not live in such a supportive environment. Like many teens, her parents had only allowed her to have a smart phone and a connection to the internet on the condition they had complete access to her account. Her mother and step-father were adamant that their daughter would be protected from all the “smut” on the net. They actively used both software and physical inspections of her site history to keep tabs on what she was doing and she knew it. Such attempts at supervision inevitably leads to subversion by teens. In her case it was as simple as having two email accounts. Her g-mail account her parents knew about and insisted on seeing. Her friends used that one to send boring stuff, like home work assignments. On a secret yahoo account she had juicy stuff, like her friends telling the sweaty details of last night’s date, and of course her sexing with Cody. She dared not open the secret account on the trip home in her mother's car. She did however open the g-mail account. On it were four emails with identical tag lines and apparently sent to everyone at school. She said to herself, “Someone is trying to get something out.” Her mom said “Did you say something honey?” “No, Mom” Kelli answered “I was talking to myself." She did not open any of the messages. As soon as she was safely in her room she opened a new window to her secret yahoo account. On that account she had eight messages from different people she knew, yet all apparently were the same. Now curious about what was so important. The repeated email had originated from an address that she did not recognize. The text read: Fellow Students, It seems we have a celebrity in our midst. She even has her own web site. You might know her as a quiet book worm or the school newspaper photographer or the nice church girl. But now Misty Campbell is the first girl in our school to have her own porn website - and even better she shares it with her Sunday School teacher mom. Here are some reduced sized previews, but it will take $15 to get the rest of the set from her site. Tell our resident porn slut what you think of her pics tomorrow, I’m sure she will be glad you did. Scrolling down she saw six photos of what were very clearly Misty and her mom, naked on the beach. She knew full well where and when these photos had been taken because Misty had told her all about it. But where had the photos come from? Looking closer she saw a web logo, that she did not recognize. “Oh shit” she said aloud. Not only was she worried about Misty, she was cringing about what would happen if her own mom and step-dad found out. She would never be able to see Misty again. She was sure of it. Quickly reopening the main account, she deleted all the messages without even opening them. Then reconsidering, she restored them and had them sent to the spam mail bin, then emptied it. That should keep anyone from finding them. “Mom” Kelli said as she saw her mother in the kitchen, “Misty texted me and would like me to come over to work on our Algebra together. Can I use your car?” After Jeff Davis High let out, it did not take long for Misty to start hearing about the emails. Beginning about 3:35, five minutes after school let out, a torrent of text messages and phone calls had come from virtually everyone she knew. Almost every call started with “Misty, did you know what someone emailed me?” After the third call she just said “Yea, some guy took pictures of me in Miami, so far the one’s I’ve seen are pretty good. I just hope the rest are as flattering. Do you know where I can get a copy of the whole set?” Though it was deceptive to pretend she had not seen them, she thought this was her best way of making an initial response. A quick look to her Facebook account, found she had the same kind of messages there, as well as some messages from fellow students expressing, often in less than kind words, their moral disapproval of Misty’s behavior. Such troll like behavior was to be expected, but not enjoyed. As the day wore on, the negative comments got ever more nasty and hateful. All of her friends already knew that she had gone to the nude beach and were just calling to lend support and to ask if it were all right if they came over to see her. After an hour or so, Misty’s friends had begun showing up and she stopped answering unless her cellphone showed it was one from someone close to her. Knowing her friends were coming over Misty asked her parents what she should do. "If I pretend the pics being passed around are the whole set, I'll be shown to be less than honest when the rest start circulating. And you know they will." Cooper just said he had "no skin in the game" and it was up to Bonnie and Misty. Bonnie had already been thinking about the same thing. If she was going to embrace the open sexuality thing, there was only one way to do it. "Unless you object, I would have your father put the entire set of photos on a thumb drive and show it to your friends and tell them what happened. I'm not ashamed of what I did, but I am a little worried about showing off. I don't know about you, but I love the photos." Misty fully agreed. Kelli picked up Cody on the way to the Campbell's. She had to drive fast because her mom said “Have Mrs. Campbell call me when you get there” and the detour cost over twenty minutes. When Kelli arrived at about 7:00 there were already a number of Misty’s crew already at the house, all either part of the “Euro-Club” or their boyfriends. Bonnie didn’t mind calling Kelli’s mother; she had been through this drill before and knew to tell Kelli’s mom she had been there for fifteen minutes to cover the time it took to pick up Cody. Rebecca with her boyfriend, Samuel, arrived at about 7:15 bearing a copy of the now infamous DVD that was being passed around. Handing it to Misty, she said, “Now I had to promise not to say who I got this from and that I’d return it, but here is the whole set.” Misty let her know that she had a disk, but that was not even close to the entire set of photos. In the game room were her friends: Kelli, Haley, Connie, Rebecca, Jeannette, Iris and Hope, all of the Euro club except Caitlin and Joanne were sitting around waiting. Also present were three of the girl’s boyfriends: Gregg, John Paul, Samuel & Cody. There was a good deal of talk about the large new framed photo on the game room wall. Bonnie had been debating whether to hang the new photo for several weeks. Though Cooper and the kids all said it was a great idea, she just wasn’t sure about hanging the 20”x30” photo of Cooper on the San Dinero looking down as she swam over the reef. Sure, it only showed her naked buns and side boob, but it was evident they were both nude. Weeks ago she had put several of the photos from the LeMarco’s party on the walls and shelves of Cooper’s study; but there was quite a difference between hanging nude photos in his study than hanging one in the family’s game room. When Misty said her friends were going to come over to see the whole set of photos from Haulover, she decided that she would hang it before they arrived. Once everyone she had expected had filled the family game room, Misty took a place in front of the big TV screen. Her goal in this meeting was for her friends to take the message to the rest of the student body that she was in charge of herself, and she was not being railroaded into something she did not want. “I want all of you to get the word out loud and clear; I am not ashamed that I went to the nude beach, nor of the pictures that are being passed around. I don't want anyone at school to think I am cringing or have the slightest embarrassment that everyone has seen the photos. If I felt that way, I wouldn’t have asked my mom to take me to the nude beach in the first place. You can let everyone know that I told you all about it way back last summer.” She paused and turned to pick up the photobook that usually sat on the coffee table in the living room. “Yes, I want it clear, that I asked, I begged, her to take me there. You can also tell how this book of our family vacation photos has been out in our living room since back in August.” Misty opened the book to the full-page, full-frontal nude of her. “You can tell them you, and pretty much anyone who has been in our house since then, saw this photo of me. Let everyone know none of this was new to any of you. I think you know this book has over a hundred photos from that trip, most showing Mom or me topless. But, this is my mom’s book, not mine. I think she was right to use the most artistic photos we had. After all, you all must understand what a statement my parents were making by putting that book openly on the living room coffee table.” There came a series of comments indicating that the teens understood what she was saying. “My mom knew it would be the cause of a whole lot of talk, so rather than telling the story of our trip; she just took the very best photos. I’ve been wanting to tell my story in full for some time. Months ago, with the help of Caitlin and Kelli, I made my own slide-show that told our trip from my perspective. The only thing missing were the photos from the nude beach. Later on I will integrate the new pics into my narrative, but before I show you all the new photos, I would to first like to show tell you all that came before we went to the nude beach so you can see, and tell others, how it all happened. She got resounding support for that idea. “These are not the best photos as such, but the best ones that tell about that trip and why it changed so much for me. To put it clearly, that trip changed my life because it opened my eyes to what could be. Our Euro-Club is a direct result of that week. Some of these pictures are in the photo book, but most are not. I’ve also used phone pics and pics of our family I found on-line over time.” She paused and said “What really baffles me is that I have collected at least twenty good photos from the web where Mom and I are topless and quite easily identified, yet no one at school ever seemed to realize it.” There was some discussion about that fact before Kelli, who had been fretting for two hours about what to tell people tomorrow, asked “Mrs. C., what do you want us to say when people start talking about those pictures of you at the nude beach? Since August we’ve been evasive when people ask, but now we can’t exactly do that.” Bonnie thought for a second and said “Tell them just what Misty said a minute ago about herself. I have a healthy self-image and don’t see any reason to be embarrassed by photos taken of me at a public beach either. Emphasis on the word public.” Misty then added “Or you could just be snarky and ask how many people would pay $15 to see their mother naked the way people are paying to see mine.” Bonnie picked up. “There is a counter on the website when we went to pay to download the full set of photos. It seems thousands have already paid that to see me and Misty. How could I not be flattered by that?” Iris spoke up “Not many mothers I’ve seen at school events!” Bonnie smiled broadly, she knew it was vain, but she knew what Iris said was likely true. Samuel said “I think they’d pay to see Rebecca’s mom too. Hell, I’d pay to see her.” Rebecca, his girlfriend, turned to where the boys were sitting behind the ring of seats shot back “Samuel!” “What? Your mom is hot.” He defended. This brought a round of laughter. “And she didn’t seem to mind the looks she got last summer at the lake in her little bikini, it was even smaller than yours.” Haley said “Rebecca, Samuel’s right. You know your mom likes that kind of attention, I think your mom and mine both would likely go to a nude beach if they got a chance, and you know it. I don’t know about you but I hope someday I’ll get to go to one.” Rebecca lost the argument and admitted, "You are right. If my family had been in Miami Beach, I know for sure that she would have taken off her clothes too. Why do you think she was able to nab such a rich husband." She was referring to the fact her mom had remarried a year and a half ago to a man a good bit older than her. Rebecca actually got along with Chad Webber because he never presumed to try to be her father, but was more like a kindly uncle. The others laughed because Rebecca often referred to her mom as a "trophy wife." Misty held up a flash drive and said, “OK then, I’ll show you. While you guys were on your way over, I copied the new photos and my own onto this.” Samuel looked over to Bonnie who was standing in the doorway of the game room and asked “So Mrs. C, can we guys stay and see all of our nude pictures from that website?” The question caused Bonnie to think of the potential legal issues. She hadn't realize boys would be coming over too. She turned to her husband who was just out of sight and spoke to him for a minute quietly before turning back to say “I have no idea what you are talking about Samuel. I would never condone showing nude photos to minors.” She turned to leave “But, I think Cooper and I will leave you all to continue this discussion out of our sight.” Misty knew her mom was establishing plausible deniability if any of their parents should find out and complain, or worse. But the kids’ faces indicated they thought she was kicking them out. So, Misty clarified “What my mom is saying is that while they don’t take it upon themselves to prevent you guys from seeing nude photos of me and my mom, they can’t, as adults, let us kids look at those pictures right in front of them.” Misty cued up the first image on the TV. “Before we start, let me add to what I said earlier. None of us should let ourselves be slut shamed, and I won’t have it. Now I don’t like the word slut, I don’t normally use it, but whoever is sending the emails, or resending them, is calling me one.” Misty paused, all her friends eyes were on her. “I will make no apologies for the fact I’ve had sex with….well…. pretty much all of my close friends, and as of last Saturday at Haley’s house, three of their boyfriends as well.” Haley’s boyfriend, Gregg, piped up “Oh yea!” Misty shot back, “You say that now, but before you left Haley’s you were begging us to stop because you couldn’t take anymore.” That broke up the whole room. She paused “OK, I guess that would seem like a lot of sex to some people, especially since I only had full sex with a guy for the first-time last month.” Her friends laughed again. Misty smiled “So, yea, I have had sex with, well every one of you except John Paul; but hell no, I won’t apologize for that.” Hope jumped in “You should apologize for leaving John Paul out though.” Misty couldn’t help but laugh, then said “As soon as you and John Paul are ready I am. I’ve thought he was a cutie pie since we were kids.” Hope shot back “Oh we are ready all right.” “Well then when we are done with this, the three of us can set something up. John Paul, are you cool with that or is Hope just making assumptions?” John Paul quietly said, “She’s not. We have…we have talked about it.” Hope clarified “What he means is we have role played that I am you while we screw more than once. Don’t you know he’s had a thing for you since we were all in Mrs. Mooningham’s class together. It’s good I’m not the jealous type.” That got more laughs and poor John Paul turned red as a beet. “No, I did not know that.” Misty looked right at him “Like I said, I’ve always thought you are cute. The truth is, if you and Hope had asked me last fall, I would have happily joined you guys. You could have been my first, not Cody. I was just waiting for the right guy and you are certainly the right kind of guy. I guess the three of us will have to make up for lost time.” John Paul turned even a deeper shade of red. Hope gave Misty a thumbs up. Then Misty looked around at the group, “It’s just as easy as that for me. To me it’s the most natural thing in the world to have sex with my friends and I don’t care who doesn’t like it. I am no Vestal Virgin or True Love Waits nutcase and I’m proud that I am not.” Several of the girls said “Me too.” Misty then looked back to the screen, “What is funny is that when these pictures were taken, I’d just started playing with girls and had not yet even blown a guy. I’ll get to it later, but I gave my first hand job on that trip, well my first two; but I didn’t have time to get the second guy off. I won’t be shamed into bowing my head, and we need to stand together on this. It’s not for me, or even for all of us Euro-Club girls. We have to stand up for all the girls at Jeff Davis that get treated like trash because they like sex. This is our moment; we must step up to our responsibility. If they beat me here and now, none of us will be able to, as my dad has written, live a life of sexual freedom.” That led to a discussion about what they would do in the morning when people approached them about the photos that lasted even as Misty started the slide show. Misty narrated in the mists of a lively conversation. She began her story at the point where the family first saw that the pool area was top optional and went on to their time trying on bottom-only bikinis in the shop and that first walk down the beach topless. She paused with one of the many photos of her and her mother hanging around the hotel pool, topless. Misty paused the slide-show on a frame that showed a good half dozen topless girls and women in the background. “The first day we were in Miami, my mom told me an old saying, ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans. We did just that.” Cody added “Then I vote we move to Rome”, which resulted in more than a few laughs. “The boobs are nice but what about those two guys you are talking to in that pic?” Jeanette asked. “Please tell us you at least got to play with their exposed packages.” “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t even cop a quick feel.” Haley jumped in to say, “To hell with the boys. Is that their dad in the background? Him I would ride till the cows came home.” Misty laughed. “Yes it is, and that is their mother just behind me. And you can be sure my mom eyed the dad pretty hard. You guys gotta remember this was almost a year ago. If that moment happened tomorrow, the next frame would be of me leading those twins up to our room for a hard banging.” As if on cue Misty’s mother came into the room with a tray of Dr. Pepper’s. To confirm she’d been listening, Bonnie said, “If at least one of you guys don’t start making lewd comments about me too I’ll never invite you back.” A girl’s voice perked up “I don’t know about the guys, but I think you're hot Mrs. C.” “Your damn straight she is” Samuel added. A third voice, Gregg’s, made a barely audible “nice tits”, and soon there were anatomical and off-color comments about Bonnie, Misty, and the women and girls in the back ground as the slide show resumed. “OK Mom, thanks for the drinks, but you are not supposed to be in here.” Misty chided. Bonnie headed out saying “That’s right. I was never here.” The photos cycled through more pool and beach shots as Misty narrated. She briefly stopped at a photo of a teenage guy to tell them how she had gotten him off in the pool and had seriously considered fucking him. She stopped the show again with a photo of her mom sitting at a cabaña bar wearing only her thong-like Brazilian bottoms. She was speaking to a good looking, older, Hispanic man. “Cody, that’s the guy I told you about. I took this photo; but I had no idea what was about to happen; I just thought it was fun to watch Mom flirting with strangers wearing practically nothing.” Connie piped up “What are you talking about?” “Nothing”, Misty said and advanced to the next photo; one of her mother walking toward the camera, now wearing the cover-up. It was very damp causing it to stick to her breasts making it so that nothing was covered. Her face was pink and sweat drops shone on her face and arms. In a much lower tone Misty added “This was taken when she came down stairs. I had no idea why she was so sweaty until she told us, and even then neither Dad nor I believed her.” “OK” Connie insisted “What are you talking about?” “Nothing.” “Right” Connie said with an irritated tone. “No secrets” Haley chided. Bonnie, who had not yet actually left the doorway, stepped forward and said “Go ahead and tell her. If they are open with me, I should be open with them. Remember they will see the photos with the guys from Texas A&M in a little bit.” “OK, if you say so. But, now you really should go this time” Misty said and turned the slideshow back to the previous image. “See this guy, notice the bulge in his Speedo.” Though only a few noticed before, on the 72” screen his erection was plain to see when they looked. “Well, he is a big shot developer and he lives in the condo penthouse. Not fifteen minutes after I took this picture, mom pretends she had to go to the bathroom.” Bonnie, still at the game room doorway interrupted “I really did need to go. I wasn't pretending!” before slipping out of their sight. She knew full well what Misty was about to tell her friends. This would be a larger step than letting them look at the family photos. “Whatever,” Misty said “Mom conveniently decided not to use the bathroom at the pool area and headed off to the elevators to go back to our room. He followed her and offered to let her use his private express elevator up to his penthouse suite. Like five minutes later they are on the deck of the penthouse doing the dirty deed while we are all sitting by the pool eating.” She brought back the slide of a sweaty Bonnie. “Then before her fries get cold she’s back. She sits down like nothing is happening; but when we ask what took so long. She told me and Lamar and Dad, cool as a cucumber, that she has been upstairs getting laid.” All eyes swung over to where Bonnie had last been at the doorway, but she was gone. “No way!” Rebecca said incredulously. Bonnie, who was out of their line of sight, but not out of the hall way loved the fact the teens were shocked. She stepped back into the door frame. “No, that’s not really what happened.” The audience looked disappointed. “The fries were cold when I got back. He wasn’t satisfied with doing it just once. After we had sex on the deck we did it a second time inside on his couch before I went back down to the family.” Rebecca, in particular looked shocked “Really? You’re just teasing us aren’t you?” “I’m sorry if you think I’m trashy, but that is exactly what happened” Bonnie said; now sure she had made a huge error of judgment. “I just figured I would never again be seduced in a Cuban millionaire’s penthouse, so I decided to just go for it.” Haley, a buxom dark brunette, whom Bonnie didn’t know very well, said “That is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard.” Followed by Jeannette who said, “And to come down and just right out tell your family you just got laid, it’s so fuck’n beyond hot. Even my mom wouldn’t do that, and I know full well she sleeps around.” Then Rebecca said, “I hope I’m like you when I get your age.” Bonnie felt less apprehensive “Thanks. I think - what do you mean my age? And, remember I never came in the room.” And she slipped out of their sight again. Misty continued the photos with the shots from the snorkeling trip though the conversations stayed on Mrs. C. having sex while Misty and her dad waited for her by the pool. They particularly were impressed with her courage on the snorkeling cruise when first she and her mom wore the smallest bikini's on the boat; but, then when they saw the image of Misty after the dive they cheered. Her hair was slicked back and the blue panels were almost-sheer, while the white stars were fully transparent. Not only did the big screen show how right on the boat that Misty's nipples could be seen by everyone in detail through the sheer wet fabric; but in the next, closer up photo, Bonnie had sprawled out to rest, her labia was on display, framed by the opaque red border material. “Wow, that’s hot” Jeannette’s boyfriend gasped. “Yea” Misty said “It took a while before our suits were opaque again. It was a real turn-on to be so exposed like that and most of the other women had on pretty conservative bikinis.” Misty paused before the next image “That is why when we got back I asked mom to take me to the nude beach where I could just see what it would be like completely naked in public.” She cued up the directory of the photos from the web. The very first one was a full frontal nude of Bonnie. On the big screen, the shot of Bonnie from knees to head was almost life sized. Someone gasped and a girl said "Oh...my...God!" and a guy said “Hot damn!” When the first one of Misty came up she stopped the slides and said “I loved it. It is so different from even topless with a thong. I know I’m only showing a tiny bit more skin, but it’s just different.” Connie said “You are both so beautiful” In the photo Misty stood, legs shoulder with apart, one hip thrust out with her hands on her hips. The tan-lines on her breasts stood out from her body with the nipples pink and pointed, the smooth tanned stomach slowly gave way to skin of increasingly light tones. The two halves of her cleanly shaved labia arched forward from her pubic bone. Between them, slightly darker lips peeked out making her inner lips the natural point of focus. “Can I have one for my locker?” Cody jibed. Gregg responded “My guess is these pics will be around Jeff Davis High long after all of us graduate. I think there are still guys with pics of the Jeff Davis girl who was in Playboy back in the 80’s.” Misty piped up “Oh, yea, she’s like my third cousin twice removed or something like that. All the old Sparta families are related you know." The next photo was of the two of them with their arms around two good looking naked guys. Several of the girls made comments about the guys and Kelli said “Damn! I’d jump all their bones.” Misty replied, “I came close, but we will get to that later.” There were a couple of demand for her to explain, but she brushed them off as she went to the next frame. The slide show resumed, there was a series of photos showing both Bonnie and Misty running on the beach, splashing in the water, and playing Frisbee. The girls began to go on about how good Bonnie and Misty looked together. The boys were conspicuously silent. The next set was of Bonnie playing model, posing standing, and then laying in the water. Though they were silent, Misty could tell the boys would never look at her mom the same way again. Kelli yelled toward the doorway to, where she assumed, Bonnie was hiding “Oh, Mrs. C, you have to take me there”. Next up was a similar set of photos of Misty, eliciting comments from both Samuel and Cody. Misty pointed out “It’s not like both of you haven’t see me like that in person; unless you had your eyes closed the whole time we were having sex.” That got several laughs. The next series of images were, much to the enjoyment of the girls present, group photos with Bonnie, Misty and the nice looking guys. None of these photos had been on the CD the others had seen and significantly the guys were now at least half hard. Cody commented “You are right in public in these pics. That is what makes them amazingly hot.” Samuel followed up, “If the other guys won’t say it I will, it’s because you and your mom are both there naked together with a bunch of guys you just met. Damn Misty your mom is one Mother I’d Love to Fuck. She’s like the all-time greatest MILF. What I wouldn’t give to see the two of you like that in person.” Misty looked over to him and the bulge in his shorts was large and replied “Well, I’m flattered, and I’m sure mom would be too….if she had any idea you saw these photos, which of course she does not have.” Then she shouted “Do you mom?” “No, I would be shocked and upset if I thought the boys had seen those pictures.” came the reply from the hallway. It was obvious by the progression that Misty and or her mom were doing something to make the guys think this would get more physical; their dick’s got harder and longer. “Oh boy, it’s the girls turn to lust now” Jeannette said. “And did you two have a party with these guys?” Jeannette asked. Misty smiled and cued the next photo, she knew what had actually happened would both impress and disappoint them; but there was no reason to tell them yet. Finally, they got to the part that was all Mrs. C. getting busy with the best looking of the guys. The first few were of Misty’s mom and the same guy just talking; with Misty standing to one side watching. In the next few she was chest to chest with the handsome college guy then she was kissing him. As the photos progressed the make out session became ever more intense and they guy’s cock became fully erect pressing on Bonnie’s abdomen. The camera had recorded her mother giving the good looking guy a hand job and in others there were images of him sucking her tits, and several where it was obvious he was fingering her. In only a few of them Misty and one of the other guys could be seen watching in the background. There were a few comments like "And she knew you were watching?" Misty stopped the slide on an image of the tall blond guy lifting her mother up into the air, her breasts above his head, her arms outstretched and legs arched backward. The effect was quite striking. Misty said, "Now we are almost at the end, but there are at least thirty photos of the next ten or so minutes. From the meeting with Dr. Collins today, it appears that some people are looking to accuse my mother of something, so the official position must be that I didn’t see my mother screwing that guy.” That statement got their attention all right. “Did she?” came several of the girl’s voices. Misty very seriously said “I was there, I mean right their and I know full well there were photos of me messing with my guy in the same frame as Mom doing her’s; but, they are not on the website. That had to be intentional since if I were in the same frame as Mom having sex it would be kiddy porn so the website did not include them. That is our saving grace. So the official position has to be that I was not paying attention and did not see what she and that guy did; nor did Mom see me and my guy messing around. Does everyone understand?” When she was sure they understood she went on. The frames showed Mrs. C. had wrapped her legs around his upper torso for support as she descended to the point her breasts were in the younger guy’s face. The image showed the curves of her womanhood just above, almost touching, his upright penis. Her change of position also completely altered the feeling of the photos. The early images of him holding Mrs. C. had been ones of athleticism, beauty and simulated flight but the new pose was blatantly sexual. Misty went one more frame and stopped. They were still face to face with her legs gripping tight on his waist, but now less than half of his penis was visible; the rest of it was obviously inside of Misty’s mom. The composition fully captured the downward curve of Mrs. C.'s buttocks and thighs and the opposite upward curve of the penis rising up to meet her. The room went silent. “Go Mrs. C” said Kelli breaking the momentary quiet. “I would have done him” Haley said. “Me too” Jeanette acquiesced. Misty moved the slide show forward three frames then stopped again. In the progressing images, Misty’s mom’s hips shifted down noticeably until only his balls were still visible. He had gone as deep into her as his penis would allow. The room full of Misty's friends was looking at a huge photo of her mother screwing a college guy right on a public beach. It was one thing to say her mother had sex with a guy she just met, it was quite another to see her in the act. Misty said "OK, there is no question my mother fucked that guy. But, I need you to know the rest of the story. Mom could have, she wanted to, carry that through and have a full-blown orgy with those three guys. Yes, she went to town riding him for a little while, something over five minutes; but she did not take it to the natural conclusion. Why?” Misty paused for emphasis, then said “She stopped because we did not have condoms, and I was not yet on birth control. I was ready, I mean really ready for that too. As my hand was holding one of the guy’s hot erection as he rubbed my clit; I was so ready to fuck my brains out. As it was happening, I envisioned Mom and I down on the ground taking turns riding each one of them in turn. What I did not know, was that Mom was having the same vision, and she so wanted to do it; but in the end, she said no. She was not going to be the cause of me getting pregnant after fucking three guys we just met. So she ended it.” As she spoke, she ran through four more slides of her mother obviously fucking the guy with abandon; then suddenly the photo showed Misty and her mom, hand in hand, still nude, walking toward the lifeguard tower. There was a dead silence as everyone took in what Misty had just said. Jeanette asked quietly, “So did you really watch your mom do it or not?” Misty smiled “Like I said, the official story is that I did not see a thing and I won’t contradict it. However, if I had seen, I would have been not three feet away from her, slightly down the slope of the beach and off to Mom’s left. From there, I would literally have seen everything. IF I had seen, I would have loved that she did not object to me watching the guy’s penis press open her inner lips and slowly go into her. If I’d been watching, it would have been such a turn-on I would have been just waiting for my cue to turn around and mount the guy who I’d been giving a hand job. What I would have liked best was that my mother was treating me like an adult. When…uh if…we locked eyes: her watching me play with that guy as he fingered me while I watched her in ecstasy as she thrust her hips hard, it would have changed our relationship forever. She would still be my mom, but I would also be a fellow woman and that would be amazing. If that had happened, it would have been a highlight of my life; BUT, of course, I didn’t see any of that.” Rebeca’s “Wow” seemed to sum up what everyone was thinking. Again, silence and Misty rolled through the slides of them posing on the pink and purple lifeguard tower. On the last frame Misty said “She initiated this last set of photos mostly to give an out, to get us away from them far enough to let things cool. The guy Mom was doing was the best of their photographers and it helped that with the falling light he had to use a tripod to shoot, which really slowed things down.” Misty took a deep breath. “And that is the whole story. Now perhaps you understand why those few days had such a profound effect on me.” She clicked the remote and a photo from early the next morning came up. Her mother was again fully nude, but the setting was different. “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not the end just yet. The next morning, really early, Mom and I got up and I shot these photos of her right in front of our hotel as the sun came up.” She went through half a dozen of her mother in different poses, then a series of her posing nude in the same place. “Of course, Mom shot these of me with the set up I had on the camera and tripod. I’ll confess a lot of the thrill of this was going nude where we were not supposed to.” From the doorway, Bonnie agreed “Yes.” Misty had not seen her mom there for quite a while. She wondered how much she’d listened in. Her mother went on “My heart was beating a mile a minute the whole time Misty had me pose for her. Even though we were very unlikely to actually get into any trouble even if we’d been seen, it was a really different feeling than on the nude beach: much more exciting.” All four boys looked at her with clear desire for her in their eyes. A shiver went through Bonnie. It was unnerving and flattering that Misty’s friends should look at her that way. “And no, I will not pretend that there is any chance I would have stopped if Misty hadn’t been there, though I might have suggested we go back to their hotel first. She was right when she said I wanted to do all three of them. I did. But with Misty there and no condoms on the beach, I just couldn’t do what I wanted. Like she said, to prevent the chance of her getting pregnant I stopped and we left.” Haley asked “So if the guys had said they had condoms, would you have been OK with Misty and you having a fivesome with those guys?” Bonnie had asked herself that a hundred times over the past eight months. “That is a hard question. If I put myself back in the moment. Like she said, we watched each other and I saw how she was prepping that guy to screw him. If I’d seen her opening a condom package while I was having sex…” she paused, then said “Yes, I would have used my face to let her know it was OK if she wanted to have sex with him. I was all but doing that already.” Misty put in “Yea, she’s right. I knew if I had sex right then and there, Mom would fully support my decision. Even after she pulled me off toward the lifeguard tower, had I said clearly, I wanted to have sex with those guys; she would have asked me if I was sure, and if I was, we would have had that fivesome. Knowing Mom, she’d have made the third guy go off to get condoms while we warmed up; but she would have let me do it and would have been fully supportive. I’ve never once doubted that.” That statement actually surprised Bonnie; but, as she digested what Misty had just said, she knew her daughter’s appraisal was correct. She would have done just that; however, she did not say that out loud. Connie had the next question “How did Mr. C. respond when you told him you’d had sex up in the penthouse and then with another guy on the beach? I mean marriages break up all the time over less.” She had not really meant to tell these kids everything; but she was committed to honesty and openness about her life choices. Under her breath she said “In for a penny, in for a pound.” Then to the kids she explained “Kelli and Caitlin have known for over a year that Cooper and I do not believe sexual monogamy is necessary for a happy marriage. What is more, we believe that claiming ownership of the other’s sexuality is bad for many, if not most, marriages. As such, Cooper and I have agreed that we both have the freedom to have sex with other people.” Jeanette followed up with “Would it be inappropriate to ask how often you do it with other people?” Bonnie laughed. “With me it is not, but I would not suggest you ask other people that question.” There was some laughs, but they seemed a little forced to Bonnie. “It’s funny. It tends to be in spurts. I won’t deny that I’d love to have a circle of friends like Misty does with whom I could have sex, but so far that just hasn’t worked out. Perhaps that is a function of being a mother of two teenagers instead of a teenager myself. Over the last year I’ve had sex with…hmmm….” She began to count in her head. She was surprised she didn’t know off hand. After a few moments she said “Besides Cooper, I’ve had sex with fourteen men in the last year.” That number clearly took the girls off guard. She heard several voices repeat “fourteen!” She began to explanation “In the majority of months I’ve had sex with no one but Cooper, but circumstances just played out that I had a few weeks where I had a lot of sex.” She pointed to the new photo on the wall “That picture of me swimming is one of a great many from the week-long yacht cruse Cooper and I took in February. As you can see, nudity was the normal attire for the trip; but sex was also on the menu. Caitlin and Kelli have seen a few of the photos of me having sex with the men and women who went with us. If any of you had gone into my bedroom tonight, you would have seen an amazing photo of me in a two-man, five-woman orgy. In the study are three very large nudes and half a dozen smaller framed sex photos that will be part of the room’s décor, but leaning up against the wall and in a big box are several dozen more that will go up in the attic since we have nowhere else to hang them. I am no more ashamed of having sex with multiple partners than is Misty.” The teens all sat for a few moments in disbelief that Misty’s mother had been so direct and open with them about her sex life. Connie thought for a moment then asked “So not only was that a nudist trip, it was a sex trip too?” Misty piped up “Oh, yea, since she already told you, I guess it is OK if I say something. Yes, it was a sex cruise pure and simple. Seven days of non-stop sex. Everyone did everyone. The people who organized the have sent about a hundred pics from the trip. Not all show sex, but they are almost all nude. There are even really cool nude snorkeling and scuba pics. There are also about ten video clips. The only reason Kelli has seem some of them is that she was here when they arrived. My parents are supposed to tell people what happened on the trip, so I need you all to be careful about who you tell what. It is all so much hotter than any porn I’ve ever seen.” Bonnie headed that off. “Sorry folks, it’s late but there is no time to go through more photos tonight. Perhaps I won’t be here when you come by some other time and have a photo watching party. But if any of you want to, on the way out you can go by my bedroom or the study and take a look, but it is a school night and it is time for everyone to go home now. I love you all, but off you go.” Haley stood up “I think you guys are the greatest. All of the photos are terrific, and we will all certainly stand up for Misty at school. You and Mr. C. are my role models.” The group agreed with that motion and soon everyone had seen the photos in the bedroom and Cooper's home office. Bonnie gave them less than five minutes too look before she shooed them out the door. Well almost everyone, After Misty had a little talk with Hope and John Paul, they volunteered to stay a little longer and “help clean up.” However once everyone else was gone, Misty told them to go up to her room. She assured them she would be up to join them presently, then right in front of her mother she said, “If you want you can go ahead and get undressed.” That seemed to embarrass John Paul, but Hope just said “Great, we will do that. Don’t take too long though or we will start without you.” Bonnie walking with Misty from the home office said to her daughter, “That went well. I’m just really tired from all this, and think I’ll lie down.” Misty looked askance. “Tired, after being on display like that? Are you dead or something? I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it.” “OK, you got me. If I know you father, after all those teenage guys looked at all those photos of me naked, he will be ready to go.” Misty turned to the stair case and said “Well I guess we both have more duties to perform.” They both laughed. The next morning Bonnie found two empty condom wrappers on the coffee table and a thank you note for Bonnie from Hope & John Paul. As she had done each time since the first night her daughter had sex, Bonnie picked up the note and wrappers, went to the game room, dropped the empty wrappers in a large glass vase on the corner of the wet bar and pinned the note to the bulletin board nearby. She’d never said a word about this routine she’d developed; but she knew full well each time Misty (and Lamar’s) friends came over they checked out the jar and looked to see who had left a note.

In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 19

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