Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 5, 2016 at 11:55 am

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

The story thus far: Nine-year-old model Linnie is doing an intimate, after-hours session in the studio of professional photographer Alexandra, known to all as Alex. For the first time, their shoot is also attended by Linnie’s lesbian mother Yukio, who has a serious but unspoken crush on Alex. Yukio gets increasingly turned on by Alex as the session proceeds… but is also surprised (and dismayed) to find herself feeling aroused by the sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She does her best to fight these feelings, trying to center her attention on Alex.

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Taking a deep breath, Yukio directed her attention to the full, braless breasts of the photographer, imagining those huge nipples stiffening as she licked them.

Beneath the bright lights, Linnie was enjoying those lovely, dreamy feelings again, that growing feeling of ticklish warmth in the core of her tummy. And somehow, the presence of her mother made those feelings seem even nicer. The beautiful eight-year-old had never heard the word “exhibitionist” before; indeed, didn’t even know there was such a word — but Linnie knew how much she liked having Alex look at her when she was nearly naked. Now the child realized that being on display for Mummy was every bit as exciting.

Alex moved to reposition Linnie, this time laying the little girl on her tummy. Then she lightly tugged at the ties to the spaghetti straps on Linnie’s shoulders, undoing them both. Stepping back to her camera, Alex squeezed off a dozen shots before returning to the prone girl. She guided up Linnie into a sitting position, and the gauzy top fell off.

Though she had seen her daughter nude many times before, this time Yukio was left breathless at the sight of Linnie’s boyish upper half, how utterly flawless it was — the dancer-like elegance of the child’s body, the warm golden hue of her skin, the tiny but visibly erect nipples, a promising signpost of the day when Linnie would ripen into puberty.

More photos were taken. Suddenly Alex paused in her work, reaching down to grasp the bottom of the t-shirt she wore before tugging the thin garment over her head in a single motion, revealing tufts of soft blonde hair under her arms for a brief instant before carelessly casting the shirt aside. “Just so you’re not the only one without a top,” Alex murmured as she smiled at the half-naked little girl, a slight huskiness to her voice.

Yukio’s heart smashed against her ribcage as the now topless photographer approached Linnie again, her slightly drooping breasts jiggling with every step she took, each movement she made. She glanced at her daughter — then froze, nearly gasping out loud at the expression on the child’s face. Linnie was staring openly at Alex’s naked upper half, lips slightly parted, utterly mesmerized, a soft red coloring the golden tone of her cheeks.

Yukio’s head swam as she saw her own desires clearly mirrored in the face of her underage daughter. She’d never given much thought to Linnie’s sexuality before, but now she wondered: Could my little girl have a crush on Alex…?

Amazingly enough, the idea of her child feeling a sexual attraction for a woman only intensified her own arousal. Her panties were becoming wet, and the core of Yukio’s sex throbbed and burned like a roaring furnace. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, telling herself: Stop thinking about her like this! She’s your daughter, she’s only eight, it’s wrong.

Alex carefully paced in a circle around Linnie, studying the child as if deciding how to pose her next, all the while giving Yukio a good look at her breasts, which bobbed enticingly with each step she took. A quick glance at her daughter made it clear that Linnie was watching them, too.

Suddenly kneeling before the child, Alex reached out to pull on the bow string of Linnie’s bikini underpants. It came undone, and the woman slowly, slowly pulled them away, fully revealing the bare beauty of the little girl’s vulva.

Linnie felt as if she were floating. It felt so good, so wonderful to be undressed… completely naked, every bit of her body revealed the way she’d wanted it to be, letting Miss Alex see everything she had.

And there was her mommy, just a few feet away, gazing at her in a way that made Linnie shiver. Miss Alex thinks I’m pretty with my clothes off, she happily told herself. And so does Mommy.

Alex reached out to touch Linnie’s cheek. “You are the loveliest creature, little one… absolutely perfect.”

Linnie blushed, gazing up at her bare-breasted friend with adoring eyes. Alex smiled back, then became the seasoned professional again, carefully positioning the body of her young model. She straightened one leg until it extended out before the sitting child, leaving the other bent at the knee, Linnie’s right buttock barely touching her heel. Lifting the girl’s right arm, Alex placed Linnie’s hand upon the back of her neck, leaving her elbow raised at a sharp angle.

Stepping away, she studied her work — then nodding in approval, moved to her camera.

Yukio’s heart continued to thrum rapidly, both hands tangled tightly in her lap. She hardly knew where to look. On one hand, Alex’s womanly body made her ache inside, especially those large, slightly drooping breasts, capped by huge, downward-pointing nipples that cried out to be sucked. But then there was her nude daughter, transformed by some strange magic into a sexy nymphet — her legs wide apart, the view of Linnie’s sex affecting Yukio as it never had before.

And Linnie saw her looking, yet not only was the little girl unfazed by her mother’s attention, she seemed to welcome it; posing proudly, completely unashamed of her own nakedness.

She wants me to see her, Yukio realized with a start.

She stared intently at the hairless, thickly lipped slit. Was it her imagination, or was her daughter’s vagina glistening slightly? Was Linnie sexually aroused? Was Alex?

Her eyes shifted from the woman to the child, the child to the woman… and Yukio found herself unable to say which of the two excited her most. She was certain, though, of which of them should not be making her feel this way, should not be stirring these lovely warm feelings below her belly…

At the camera, Alex ran through more than twenty shots, then straightened herself to gaze thoughtfully at Linnie, absently stroking her chin. Suddenly turning to the girl’s mother, she said, “Miss Shimizu…”

Startled and crashing out of her reverie, Yukio gaped at Alex. “Y-yes?” Unable to help herself, she stole yet another quick glance at Alex’s bare breasts, then blushed hotly at the amused glint she saw in the older woman’s eyes, embarrassed to have been caught looking.

Alex smiled gently. “I, um, wanted to take some shots of a mother with her daughter…and it would be very helpful to me if you posed for a little while with Linnie.”

Yukio gaped at the half-naked woman. “I d-don’t know…” she stammered.

“You can do it,” soothed Alex. “Don’t be shy. You have a lovely body… and I know that you and Linnie will be beautiful together.” She tapped her camera. “No one will ever see these photos, you have my word on that. They’re for my private files — and for you, of course.”

The blood roared in Yukio’s veins as the true meaning of Alex’s words hit home, and she realized what the photographer was asking her to do. You have a lovely body. As casually as that!

She glanced at her daughter, a shiver racing through her body when she saw Linnie nod eagerly, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Yes, Mummy!” the child cried. “Come an’ pose with me!”

Yukio stared up at Alex again. Every atom of common sense she possessed told her to refuse. And yet… she was in love with this woman. How many times since meeting Alex had she masturbated, imagining herself in bed with her, buried beneath the weight of this luscious Amazon, being kissed by her until she could scarcely breathe?

You have a lovely body. Could she really say no, deny Alex what she wanted? And isn’t this what I want, too? Yukio asked herself.

“It would mean a lot if you could do this,” Alex softly said, her gaze calm and even. “I’d be… very grateful.” Her hand rested for a heartbeat on Yukio’s upper arm. So warm…

It was all too much to consider. Best to simply give in, to do as she had as a timid girl of twelve when Sophie first kissed her, and joyfully submit to the will of the stronger woman. After all, Alex’s strength was one of the qualities she loved most.

Legs trembling, Yukio removed her shoes, then slowly stood, taking a deep, calming breath. Then she reached for the top button of her blouse.

Slowly, methodically, she unfastened each one, finally opening the garment and shrugging it from her shoulders to reveal a small black bra. Too nervous to meet Alex’s gaze, Yukio carefully folded her blouse, then placed it on the sofa she’d just vacated. Undoing the hook of her skirt, she slid the dark material down the length of her legs to her ankles, carefully stepping from it.

Now dressed only in her bra, matching panties and knee-high stockings, Yukio paused to steady her nerves, then reached behind, biting her lower lip as she unfastened the bra. Her hands were clumsy, and it took a couple of tries to get the small clasp undone, but after a few seconds she allowed the lace cups to fall away, revealing her breasts. They were very small, but exquisite. She had been nearly flat-chested for most of her life, but pregnancy had bestowed her with A-cups. A gift from my daughter, she called them.

Struggling with her instinctive shyness, Yukio forced herself to lower both arms rather than fold them over her chest. It was nearly as difficult for her to raise her eyes to meet those of the half-nude Alex, but she somehow managed the task, a new surge of desire coursing through her belly as she read the hunger and lust that was written on the photographer’s face. Now Yukio knew for certain that Alex wanted her.

Turning slightly to look at her daughter, Yukio’s arousal redoubled itself when she spied the awe in Linnie’s wide-open eyes. The girl was hugging herself tightly, seeming for all the world as if she were living out her most wondrous dream.

And at that moment, despite her reservations about these strange feelings she was having for her little girl, Yukio saw no good reason why Linnie shouldn’t see everything.

Moving back to the couch, she propped one foot on the seat’s edge, rolling the stocking down and off, then repeating the process with her other leg. She moved slowly, steeling herself for what she would be taking off next. Dropping both stockings beside her shoes, she took a deep breath before turning back to her audience.

Gripping the waistband of her jet-black panties, the petite woman closed her eyes for an instant before sliding them down her hips, over her legs and to the floor in one swift motion, fearful that she might not follow through on her intention to undress completely if she were to hesitate, even for a second.

Straightening herself, Yukio carefully stepped from the discarded underthings and stood utterly still, displaying herself to Linnie and Alex.

Linnie’s heart pounded so hard that it echoed in her ears, the eight-year-old quivering inside at the sight of her beautiful mother without any clothes on. It was something she’d never, ever imagined getting to see for herself. Mummy had always been very private about her own body, wearing nothing more revealing than a knee-length bathrobe around the apartment. And ever since Linnie had begun to notice how nice the sight of pretty women made her feel deep inside, she’d ached to see more of Mummy, much more.

And now Mummy was naked, standing just a few feet away, letting her and Alex look at… at everything!

The child’s eyes drank in every part of her mother’s body, wanting to remember it all in case this magical moment never happened again.

She’s so beautiful, an enchanted Linnie mused. Hope I’m pretty as she is when I grow up.

She studied Mummy’s boobies. They were much, much smaller than Alex’s, but somehow just right for her size; capped with deep brown nipples that made the little girl think of chocolate.

That’s how I got milk from Mummy, Linnie told herself, trying to remember what it was like to be nestled in those gentle arms, her mouth fastened to a warm breast.

Her mother’s arms and legs were slender and elegant, shoulders delicately sculpted, the tummy soft and welcoming. She was lovely all over, but Linnie found her gaze especially drawn to Mummy’s kitty — that special, secret place that every girl and woman had between their legs.

She knew that women had hair down there, at least most of them did — but she’d never seen such a thing  for real, not until now. Mummy’s dark triangle seemed incredibly soft, and Linnie found herself longing to touch it, to know what it felt like. Wonder if she’d let me? the child asked herself. The very thought made her shiver.

Yukio’s eyes widened slightly as Alex took a step toward her. Is she going to seduce me in front of my daughter? she wondered. And… and how would I react if she did? She hadn’t thought things out as far as this — the possibility of her eight-year-old watching as she had sex with a woman. Oddly enough, the idea seemed mysteriously alluring.

But the photographer only walked around Yukio in a circle, studying her naked body, appraising it. Yukio forced herself to remain motionless — letting Alex take a good look, quivering inside as she waited for something, anything to happen, half-eager, half-terrified. Alex kept both hands to herself, though.

Little Linnie gazed eagerly at her mummy and Alex, both undressed and so close together — a sight that put some very interesting ideas into her head.

She knew that Mummy liked women instead of men. Nearly a year ago, Yukio had sat down with her child to explain that she was a lesbian, and what that word meant. She told Linnie that she would like to bring girlfriends home once in awhile, and asked if that was all right.

Rather than become upset, as Yukio had feared, Linnie had been elated. At her age she didn’t care at all for boys, generally finding them a childish nuisance. The knowledge that women could be with each other was a wondrous revelation to her.

Then and there, Linnie decided that she too would be a lesbian when she grew up, but she’d been too bashful to tell Mummy that.

When Yukio had explained her sexual preference to Linnie, she’d told her daughter all about how women who were attracted to one another would “make love.” Linnie had heard that expression before, but the way Mummy said it made those words come alive in the child’s imagination.

That night, Linnie lay in bed hugging a pillow, picturing her mother with her clothes off, in bed and cuddling with another pretty lady. Then she began to think about her own future, dreaming of the day when she’d be old enough to have a girlfriend.

In her mind’s eye Linnie saw an older, shapelier version of herself, hugging a teenage girl with long blonde hair. Their eyes would meet for a moment before they kissed, pressing their mouths together the way men and women did it on television.

It was a vision that left Linnie warm all over, one that she would find herself returning to again and again in the nights to come.

Since then, the eight-year-old often felt a secret, delicious thrill at the sight of beautiful women, in photos and in real life. Now, Linnie experienced a heated rush of excitement as she watched Alex, wearing only panties, closely observing her naked mother.

What if Miss Alex and Mummy became lovers? she pondered. That thought was so wonderful that she wanted to hold it, hug it close.

Yukio stood stock-still, quaking inside and not wanting it to show as she felt the eyes of Alex upon her. She ached for the touch of the photographer, now standing close enough for Yukio to sense her body heat, to breathe in the perfume of her skin. Oh, Alex, she silently pleaded, do something… don’t just make me stand here like this.

Lost in her thoughts, Yukio started when Alex finally spoke. “You’re very beautiful, Miss Shimizu,” the older woman murmured, still feasting her eyes on Yukio’s nudity. “Even more so than I imagined.” Alex’s voice was low and sensual, the purr of a contented cat. “Like a teenage beauty, so elegant and petite… utterly flawless.”

“Th-thank you,” stammered Yukio, her heart racing as, once again, she waited for Alex to make a move — a kiss on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder, anything.

Instead, the photographer said, now sounding completely matter-of-fact, “Well, then… why don’t you go sit on the bed with Linnie?”

Yukio’s gaze shifted from Alex to her daughter, somehow knowing what she would see. Sure enough, little Linnie was practically bouncing in anticipation, the bed jiggling along with her nodding head.

Yukio felt her heart swell with a surge of adoration for her beautiful child. Then she was moving, placing one foot in front of another, padding over where a very naked Linnie waited. With each step, Yukio was conscious of the growing warmth and wetness between her thighs.

She carefully climbed onto the bed, seating herself in a lotus position beside her daughter, who immediately threw both arms around her, hugging Yukio tightly as she squirmed into her mother’s lap. “Mummy… oh, Mummy,” whispered Linnie, “I like you posing with me.”

The lighting suddenly dimmed, and a startled Yukio glanced up to see Alex moving away from one of the large lamps. Noting Yukio’s stare, the photographer grinned. “I thought we’d go with more intimate lighting for these shots.”

Yukio turned back to her daughter. God, I’m on fire, she thought, knowing that her passion was made even stronger by the softness and warmth of the little girl’s body, now pressed enticingly against hers. I really shouldn’t feel this way, the young mother told herself, even as her arms encircled Linnie’s bare body. It’s wrong to be so, so stimulated by my own child… by this whole situation. Isn’t it?

She knew that her hunger for Alex was what had her so keyed-up and confused. But in some weird way, Linnie was also awakening a longing that lurked deep within Yukio’s soul. Only occasionally had she found herself attracted to very young girls, and she’d never felt that way about her daughter. But now she was seeing something in Linnie that she never had before. The way she looked at me when I was standing there naked… Once again, she wondered if her eight-year-old could be a budding lesbian.

Now Linnie was straddling her thigh, and Yukio shivered as the child’s warm, dewy slit pressed against her skin. She felt a panicky impulse to pull away from her daughter, seize her clothes and bolt from the room. I can’t think these things about Linnie, she told herself. I can’t, I can’t!

Still, Yukio remained where she was, cuddling her nude little girl, resisting a sudden, crazy desire to slide her hands down Linnie’s body and caress that flawless bottom.

Continue on to Chapter 3

3 Comments on Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 2

  1. Sylvie says:

    What a wonderfully slow-burn of a build up this is. LOVE the descriptive. Well crafted story. Can’t wait for more :p

  2. MarkusWo says:

    Sylvie says it all! I really loved the teasing of it.
    The only bad thing is that we don’t immidiately get chapters 3 – 100 :-)
    But I’m looking forward to it.

  3. drew says:

    love how the tension is building! So many things are going to happen! Can’t wait to see how it all unfolds!!

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