u/northbynorth64

My son just finished his first year of college. He wants to go into photojournalism, documenting famines and war torn countries. I myself don't understand the desire but he claims even if he flames out of this career he can always make a decent living photographing weddings. Whatever, it's his life.

Last fall, he asked if I could help with one of his assignments. He just needed to take some close up portraits of 10 people for a class. He took a bunch of pictures of my face from various angles. It took about a half hour and he was done.

A few weeks ago he asked if he can take some more pictures of me again. I asked if it's for some sort of summer assignment because as far as I know he wasn't in any classes. He said it wasn't for an assignment, it was just practice for him. He wanted to become better at taking pictures of people. I'm pretty comfortable in front of a camera and comfortable in my skin so I was more than happy to help.

We set a time and I got changed. I put on a white blouse, black skirt, and matching white underwear. The blouse was a bit tighter than I might have wanted, with my huge breasts pressing against the fabric. But hey, I thought I looked good and if I was getting my picture taken I wanted to look nice.

I walked into the kitchen and immediately heard CLICK CLICK CLICK

"Oh we've started already" CLICK CLICK

I put my hands on my hips and gave my best blue steel. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK CLICK CLICK.

He had me walk over to the kitchen island and pose in various ways doing standard domestic tasks. Next he had me sit in a kitchen chair with my legs crossed. He was down on a knee taking pictures up at me.

"Okay now uncross your legs. Good. Run your hands through your hair. Great."

"What next?"

"Mom your shirt is looking a little tight. Reach up and slowly undo the top button. Good. Looking much better."

He took a bunch more pictures and turned the camera around to show showed me his work on the LCD screen. The pictures were quite flattering. He was excellent at lighting me. When we got to the last group of pictures I paused a second.

"I'm not sure about these. After I undid a button you can see my cleavage. And here you can see my panties"

"Mom. Are you joking? You show cleavage all the time. And I've seen you in a bathing suit a thousand times."

He was right. We spend all summer in the pool and I'm always wearing a bikini. On any normal day, I'm mostly showing cleavage.

"Hmm. I guess you're right. Who is going to see these pictures?"

"They're just for me. For my practice. We can even delete them if you'd like."

"It's fine for now. Let's take some more."

Feeling a little warmer I loosened up a bit.

He had me sit in the same chair. I pointed my cherry red toenails directly at the camera, my legs wide open. Nothing he hasn't seen before.

Next he had me lay down flat on the kitchen table. He was standings behind my head taking pictures.

"Unbutton another button." I did as I was told. I knew my breasts in my bra were fully on display. But again, a bikini top shows more.

Laying on my back I lifted my legs up and put my feet on the table. My skirt slowly started falling down. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.

He walked around to my feet side and took some more pictures, my bottom half completely exposed.

I sat up on the table, feeling hot. He asked for another button. I undid them all. I playfully threw the top at the camera knowing it'd be a cute pic.

He had me stand up, back to the camera. "Okay now slowly unclasp your bra."

"That's a little more than bathing suit."

"Your back is to me, it's just for an unclasping picture."

I unclasped my bra and felt myself start to swing freely in front of me.

"Okay now reach up under your skirt and slowly remove your panties."

I bent over, pulled my panties to the floor. My bra fell off my shoulders as I did, my breasts hanging down. I stepped out of my panties and bent back up. I was wearing only a skirt.

"Okay. Good. Turn around and face me."

I cupped my boobs as best as I could and turned around.

"Look up and run your hands through your hair."

I did. My naked boobs were now fully on display. I didn't care.

I heard the camera click a dozen times and I smiled. This felt so good.

"Okay now undo the buttons on your skirt."

I’m in my 40’s now but this happened close to 10 years ago. My best friend was getting married and we went on a bachelorette trip to Vegas. I myself was already married. There used to be a bar off-strip that had bull riding.

We were quite drunk and it was quite late. A lot of the girls took turns riding the bull. If you lasted a full minute, you got a free beer. I hadn’t considered how my chest would fair in my tight tube top. My breasts are quite large.

Very quickly upon starting, my entire chest popped out over my tube top. I was kind of embarrassed but it elicited cheers from the onlookers. I took a look at the LED clock counting our time and saw I was only 15 seconds in. I really wanted that free beer. I couldn’t fix my shirt without falling off so I declined to fix it and just focused on staying on the bull. It was kind of exciting being exposed like that with my boobs bouncing hectically in front of a packed bar. I made it the full minute and then allowed myself to be thrown off.

I got my free beer that I definitely didn’t need and some strangers also offered me some more. The bride to be loved the show I put on and decided to try it herself on purpose. She took her entire shirt and bra off before she started. I was suddenly quite popular and decided to go again and this time removed my shirt as well. I was riding that bull, wondering what my husband would think, meanwhile catching glimpses of phones out and recording me. I didn’t mind. I liked the attention.

I know it’s not the raunchiest story but it’s true.