MATT NEEDS AUNT AND UNCLE TO MODEL

Matt jumped out of the Uber without even thanking the driver. His mind was on other things. He struggled to lift his two heavy suitcases out of the trunk. He has even more trouble trying to wheel them both up his aunt's driveway, especially while juggling the camera pouch around his neck and making sure the suit-bag he had wasn't brushing the ground.

He pauses halfway up the driveway. Was he really going to do this? He needed models for the online clothing business that he was starting with college friends Emma and Tim. The two models that he booked had cancelled on less than an hour's notice. He wondered desperately whether he still had time to post a classified ad, but he knew it was hopeless. They have an investor meeting scheduled in a few days, and the deadline for the photo submissions is tonight. Still, he isn't sure about having his aunt and uncle model the clothes.

His mom had suggested that he try reaching out to her sister and her husband to model as a replacement. He was desperate enough to do it, though he had some misgivings. It wasn't that they weren't model material. He was just a bit uncomfortable with seeing them in some of the outfits, or putting it on display for the whole world either. He was at the door and took a deep breath, before hitting the bell.

He exhaled sharply as the door shot open and revealed the smiling couple. Jane, his aunt, took a suitcase filled with clothes. James, her husband, took the heavier one. It had clothes as well as shoes and some equipment for photography. Matt felt a slight tinge of embarrassment at how easily his uncle carried it. James was 6'3 and had a body that only comes from a lifetime of dedication to the gym. He had a handsome face, with soft brown eyes and fine, brown hair. By comparison, Matt was slim, but only 5'7 and hadn't played sports since he was high school.

Jane was tall for a woman, at 5'10, with long legs. It didn't help that she loved wearing heels, bringing her height to over 6'0 and adding to the intimidation that any beautiful woman invites. She wasn't just ordinarily beautiful either, she had ice blonde hair and green eyes that gave her an almost magnetic attractiveness. She dominated the attention of every room she was in. Her height and stunning looks only added to the impression she still had of Matt, despite being in his early twenties already, as her kid nephew.

Matt steps into the house, and says, somewhat shyly, "Thanks for the help."

Jane, with an indulgent smile, ruffled his hair and said, "Anything for our little man!" Matt groaned internally. He hated the way they treated him like a kid. He felt his unease growing as his mind shifted to the various outfits that he had packed, but he tried to take this all one step at a time. It was early Saturday morning and they were both still in sweaters and sweatpants, though Jane had her hair done and was wearing makeup in preparation for the photoshoot.

They walked back into the living room and deposited the suitcases on the floor. Matt said, "Can we move the couches out of the way? The lighting here would be perfect if we could clear that side of the room," he was pointing to a part of the room where the large windows were casting sunlight on a bare wall.

James signalled for Jane to help move the couch. Matt opened a suitcase. He pulled out a flat folding screen. It opened surprisingly large, providing some privacy to change outfits behind. He then got out a tripod, different lenses and flashes and began setting up his camera.

The couple pour mugs of coffee. They sipped their own before pouring another for Matt. Matt finished fiddling with his camera setup before noticing his aunt towering over him with his mug, and a teasing smile. She knew how oblivious he could be when he was focused on something. He seemed surprised and mildly embarrassed before taking the mug, with another sheepish "Thanks."

Matt took a deep sip and sighed. It seemed like the first time on the hectic morning that he actually took a breath. He closed his eyes and breathed in the coffee before opening them again, feeling braced. That is, until he saw that Jane had finished her coffee and was kneeling in front of the suitcase, beginning to look at outfits.

He laid aside the mug quickly and spoke up, nervously, hoping she wouldn't look too far into the suitcase: "That suitcase is for uncle James. Your clothes are in the other," he said, "I laid out the outfits in order. There's only a few outfits ready. I was hoping to shoot the business formal ones first, there are matching blazers in the suitbag."

Jane smiled at Matt, "Very professional!" She teased.

James had deposited his coffee mug in the sink and was returning to the living room, stretching out and yawning. He grabbed the first outfit and the blazer and disappeared behind the screen. Jane yawned and began opening the other. She made her way behind the screen as James was emerging.

Matt sipped more coffee, but as James emerged, he suddenly felt more awake and more nervous than ever. Time to focus, he thought, you're a professional and they're just like any other models.

James was taller and fitter than the model Matt had planned for, so the slick charcoal suit was tight on him. On his body, though, that wasn't necessarily a downside. His legs stretched the fabric of the pants, and they reached only slightly above the ankle. Luckily the ankle-high boots made the look seem intentional. The fabric stretched around his crotch, though Matt made a point to not look too closely. The shirt buttons were straining slightly at the chest, but the jacket seemed to fit, though slightly short at the wrists. It could be worse, Matt thought.

He said to James: "Try to centre yourself between those two lights." He said, pointing to the the two ceiling lights he used to centre his camera. He quickly snapped upper body photos and then zoomed out for full-body. He began to relax as things seemed as normal as any other shoot he had done.

He felt slightly awkward as he instructed, though it sounded almost like a question with his lack of confidence, "Turn around...?"

James smiled reassuringly and turned his back. Easy, Matt thought, "Without the jacket now," he added. James threw off the jacket, it landed on the couch. Matt walked up to adjust James' pants, ever so slightly lifting at the waistband to remove an awkward crease. He was more hesitant than he'd normally be.

Matt couldn't help but notice how tight the fabric was across his uncle's butt, though he blushed at the embarrassing thought. James turned around and Matt quickly snapped the shots. He breathed a sigh of relief, though he realised this was just one outfit of many and possibly the least awkward.

He tried to ease the tension for himself, "Maybe I need to start hitting the gym," he ventured shyly. James gave him a warm laugh, "I'll take you sometime, bud."

Jane had been watching from the sidelines, and escaped Matt's notice until James went to dress in the business casual selection and she stepped into centre-stage. If James was slightly tall for his outfit, Jane was much too tall. Her high heels clacked loudly on the hardwood. Matt refused to move his face from the viewfinder, wanting to cover his slight embarrassment at the poor fit. It definitely didn't look bad on her, but he wasn't sure he'd want his aunt looking like this on his website.

Jane's long silky legs were exposed to mid-thigh in the tight skirt. The shirt was stretched across the chest, the buttons wanting desperately to pop. She fastened every button except the top one.

Matt stammered, almost not saying anything, but he did not want to reshoot more than he had to: "Um... Aunt Jane, we... uh... actually need to unbutton the second button as well."

Jane gave him a teasing, good-natured smile as she unfastened off the button. She posed with one hand on one hip and that playful smile transitioned into a distant, smouldering look. It left Matt almost breathless as his affectionate aunt was transformed into a stunning, sexy woman through the camera lens. He never expected to see bedroom eyes on her. He shot the upper body shots. He wasn't sure if he wanted to save the images for himself, or if he wanted to cancel the whole shoot. He had strong doubts about publishing these as he zoomed out to show her long, white legs sculpted by the heels.

She knew the drill from watching James, and spared Matt the agony of asking, and she turned around. He felt guilty as he stared at the ample curve of her tight ass, it was the focal point of the photograph. She slipped off the jacket and he realised he was breathing heavily. He moved his eyes, forcing them to focus on the collar of her shirt, trying to shoot without looking too closely.

He cleared his throat and said, lamely, "Great. That was really... great. James?" He blushed. He knew he wouldn't be able to shoot her in some of the other outfits. He couldn't.

James swapped the button-down for a polo shirt. It was still tight, and the sleeves showed off his massive, chiseled arms as well. Matt breathed easily as he shot this outfit, feeling in control again. Upper-body, full-body, back. Simple.

Jane emerged from behind the screen and Matt was faced with his aunt in the business casual. He breathed easy after he saw it, confident again he could manage this. His aunt looked pretty, even sexy, and he'd seen her in outfits like this his whole life. No short skirt or bedroom eyes to throw him off this time. It was a tight black turtleneck, hugging her chest, and a pair of tan pants, ending above the ankles. He even managed to work up the courage to walk over to her as she towered over him in the heels and adjust her hips, careful to barely touch them.

Upper-body. Full-body. Back. Simple.

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Matt stepped out from the camera to drain his now-cold coffee, grateful for it nonetheless. He smiled uneasily as he looked at his models, still in their last outfits. He said, "We don't have any men's casual wear right now, so you're off the hook for this round." James seemed grateful for the break, pouring another cup of coffee for himself before walking back.

He connected a cord to his camera and shoved it into his phone. He selected all the images and hit upload to cloud, before removing the cord from the camera. He shared the folder with his business partners: Emma and Tim.

Emma: Looks great!

Tim: Investors will love this!

Matt felt more relaxed, everything was going great and he seemed to have broken the ice. James stood next to Matt and looked at the camera setup: "I'm surprised you've got so many outfits already! You guys must be working pretty hard on this."

It was an understatement, but Matt smiled as James looked down at him: "We've been working on it for a long time, we're really excited to see it all coming together."

Jane's sweet, high voice floated from behind the screen: "We're so glad we can help you with it honey!" Matt's eyes followed the sound, and he managed to stammer, "Th.. Thanks again," as he saw his aunt.

He dropped behind the camera, painfully aware of James sipping his coffee next to him as he felt the same twinge of guilt as he admired his gorgeous aunt. Jane was wearing the white dress, and it was, yet again, too small. It was meant to fall just above the knees, but it didn't even make it to her mid-thigh. It was low-cut and designed for someone with a far less ample chest. Jane immediately took her place and slipped into her distant, smouldering bedroom look. She really looked like a model, he could hardly recognize his aunt.

He only took one shot then realised a big issue. Her dark underwear was showing through the slightly translucent dress. He blushed hard as he had to ask, "Um. Aunt Jane. There's a problem... We can... We can see..."

James looked at the photo and laughed, "Your underwear's showing babe."

Matt was mortified, but Jane laughed though she was clearly a bit embarrassed too. James had already gone to collect some white underwear for her, leaving Matt to awkwardly face her. He played with settings on the camera, suddenly very interested in the menu panel.

It felt like hours, though it couldn't have been more than a minute or two before James headed back down. He went behind the screen and handed Jane the plain, white underwear. Matt could hear the soft sounds of clothes changing. Matt blushed as he had the awkward, boyish realization that she must be naked behind there.

She emerged and Matt retook the photograph. Everyone was being professional, and he began to really gain some confidence. It was exactly like any other shoot. He decided to venture out shyly from behind the camera to adjust his aunt's hair. He had to stand on his toes to reach, making him blush slightly. He adjusted her posture slightly, pushing back on her shoulders carefully, making minimum contact.

"Your expression is perfect. It's really... Well, perfect. But keep the shoulders back and your leg out slightly." He said, nervously tapping the back of her knee, not wanting to touch more than he had to. Jane smiled, surprised but impressed that her little man was actually a professional. He took a few more shots and seemed satisfied.

He said, "Alright, let's turn around." He immediately regretted the choice as he noticed just how short the dress really was. You couldn't see her ass exactly, but it was extremely precarious. Matt quickly snapped a shot and then he cleared his throat nervously: "Alright uncle James. Let's get into some athletic wear."

James laughed and headed to the suitcase, "Now that I won't mind. The business attire was getting a bit uncomfortable."

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Matt sipped, relaxed as Jane went to change. He was aware of how silly he was being, suddenly. She clearly didn't mind the outfits. Sure, she looked good in them and knew how to pose well, but she's a grown woman. He was especially at ease right now, since he only had to shoot his uncle -- No confusing thoughts there, luckily.

He emerged from the screen. The tight athletic shirt seemed so natural on him, his muscles straining the stretchy, quick-dry fabric. His legs were thick and corded with muscle in the shorts. They were short on his tall body, but, as usual, it only looked better on him.

Matt stopped short as his eyes slid over the crotch. He saw a thick, long bulge. He blushed as he assumed it was an erection, but realised that it must be soft even if it looked six or... He cleared his head, and stopped staring. He didn't know how to react.

Matt: "Could you step forward with one leg uncle James?" Didn't help. He walked forward and gingerly tried to analyze potential angles.

"Could you turn to the side slightly?" Matt touched his hips to turn him. Didn't help!

"Other direction!" That made it look more like a fold in the fabric, he decided.

He took the shot quickly. James turned, and Matt blushed as he was all too aware of how skin-tight the shorts were on his ass. He blushed as he felt as though his own pants were hopelessly loose. Well, Matt decided, we'd better focus on the pictures for now.

Matt groaned internally, but managed to ask: "We need shirtless ones for this too. If you don't mind."

James shrugged and pulled off the shirt from the collar. Of course he wouldn't mind, his chest and abs were chiselled from marble. He lowered the shorts, showing off his hipbones, which did not help the situation. Matt blushed as he directed: "Okay, could you flex for me?" Poor phrasing.

He realised he was nearly photographing his uncle nude. The shorts weren't hiding much as his James flexed and the thick rod was again visible behind the fabric, pressed tight by the shorts. Maybe he could do a bit of photoshop later. He snapped the picture.

Jane seemed to do a slight double-take at her shirtless husband, but didn't comment. Matt was so relieved that he barely registered what he was looking at, at first. His aunt was facing him in tiny athletic shorts, her legs even more tantalizing than in the skirt. Worse, she was only wearing a sports bra, that seemed much too small, it looked like it had barely pulled down over breasts. Her tight stomach nearly had visible abs.

Matt bit his lower lip as she slipped back into her smouldering look. He was confused, and felt harried by this all. He took the frontal shots, then as she turned around, he realised just how short the shorts were. The bare curve of her ass was visible. He snapped a picture instinctively, blushing and feeling his mouth go dry.

"Okay. We're going to need some images together for the banner." He said, amazed he still had the power of speech, but knowing the worst was yet to come. "We were hoping for underwear shots."

James and Jane shared a look, but James laughed and said: "Sex sells huh?"

Matt looked mortified and didn't respond, causing James and Jane to laugh. They slipped behind the screen with the last outfits in the suitcases, if you could call them that.

James emerged first. He seemed a bit unused to the briefs, tugging at the sides, but seemed comfortable and confident. He confessed: "I normally wear boxers,"

The briefs were already small by design, but on him they were miniscule. If his bulge was prominent in the shorts, it was completely hugged by the briefs. It was clearly soft, but enormous. Matt, blushing, noticed that the very edge of the pink tip was visibly escaping the side. He couldn't help admiring the body, the cock, the confidence, though feeling guilty, envious and embarrassed by it all.

Jane emerged in matching black bra and panties. The bra pushed up her impressive cleavage, and the panties were hugging her privates, outlining her lips. She turned to the side and Matt saw half her bare ass. He blushed realising he asked her to wear panties for him, and that she complied.

He was stunned and speechless to see them side by side. He realized he needed to pose them, but wasn't sure how. Felt guilty even looking at them.

He said, "Okay aunt Jane, can you lean against him?" Her head rested on his chest. Her body blocked most of his bulge. Her nearly bare ass drew the eyes, and she looked back at the camera slightly, her gaze that of a woman deep in lust. Matt felt his mouth dry out and he asked, "Okay... James can you place your hand on her... Yes." He said, glad when James strong hand gripped her ass on the near side, saving him from saying it. The tension was real and thick, nobody was joking around.

"Okay Jane, just take a thumb and hook it in the waistband." she did and began pulling down, and down, and Matt had to say, "That's good!"

He blushed as he saw the base of his uncle's cock. He took the shot.

"Okay, can you face me Jane? With James behind you?" He pulled her tight into a hug from behind. Her ass against him, his strong hand on her flat stomach. Matt took the shot.

"Shoulder kiss?" He offer timidly, and James gave a bite on the shoulder. Jane gave a real groan as she kissed his cheek. Matt took the shot, knowing this was real.

Matt said: "Okay. Now James lean against the wall, and Jane you hang off his arm, light kissing."

Matt blushed as he saw that as his aunt and uncle gazed into each others eyes, kissing, James was getting hard. His cock was huge. His entire head was poking out of the briefs now. He wasn't fully hard, yet though, clearly. Eight? Nine? Could they know how they looked? He couldn't use the photo with that much showing, but he took the shot guiltily anyways.

Matt said, "thumb in waistband," and Jane's thumb hooked the band again without breaking the slow, long kiss. Matt walked over to the couple, trying to control his breathing and slid his aunt's thumb down again. He kept sliding, aware of how close his hand was to that massive cock. He exposed the base and Jane kept letting him. He slid the fabric down a half-inch, showing the full girth at the base.James was fully hard now. Nine inches and as thick as Matt's slender wrist, which moments ago was so close.

Matt pulled the bra straps off his aunt's shoulders, hesitantly, but Jane didn't object. The bra was tight enough to not slide down. Matt was aching for more. He guided James' hand to his aunt's panties and hooked his thumb in, he slid it down, halfway. Her ass was bare beside that thin, compressed line of fabric. He stepped back and took the shot of his nearly naked aunt and uncle. He bit his lip as he snapped the shot, and he kept shooting as he saw James pulling down his aunt's panties, he wanted to see if he'd pull them off completely...

Jane snapped out of the trance first, breaking off the kiss and turning to Matt, saying, "Are they turning out okay? Do we need more?" She sounded slightly hesitant. James was less reserved, he was flushed and breathing hard. His hard cock threatening more and more to escape the briefs, and he was seemingly becoming aware of his head springing out. Jane seemed halfway between his aunt and the succubus in the photographs as she looked at his, yet remained draped over James.

"No... Yes... We might have enough. Let me check with my co-owners." He stammered. He was blushing, he had his own much more modest cock flipped into his waistband, pre-cum staining his own underwear. The couple were panting and flushed. He shoved the cord back into his phone and uploaded the pictures.

The reactions took less than a minute after the upload was complete. The pings from his phone coming from his partners came in rapid succession, drawing the attention of the starring couple as well:

Emma: WOW.

Tim: I need her #!!!!

Emma: He could get me to do anything. Those abs!

Tim: What an ass!!

Emma: God. We need more!!!

Tim: We need more.

He knew he couldn't stop here.Matt cleared his throat nervously. He knew he'd already gone too far, but also knew he wasn't likely to get another chance. He was thinking with his throbbing cock, intoxicated by his friends' encouragement: "We're going to need a few more." The couple began their slow kiss again.

He was breathing heavily as he walked up to the couple. He unhooked her bra, hearing her slight inhalation, and seeing her arms tense and her chest press against James to keep it on her body. He paused, waiting for this all to come crashing down. His fingers brushed the soft skin of her back accidentally as he pulled away. He was amazed that the fantasy continued, she didn't object. He lightly touched her soft, silky thigh and guided her leg forward. It covered the head of the emerging cock.

Matt stared as he nearly ran back to his camera. The cock wasn't visible in this one except at the base. Maybe he could use this one, he tried to justify to himself -- despite knowing that this stopped being about the website long ago.

Matt grabbed the pair of heels from earlier. He walked to his aunt and fastened her bra again, fumbling and blushing. "We just need one more set of poses," he said nervously, improvising, "It'd be a similar shot, but with heels and Jane facing the camera."

The models were flushed as adjusted their underwear and switched positions. Jane pulled up her bra straps and panties. James managed to slide himself back into his briefs, though clearly not fully aware of how much had been showing by the end. His aunt knelt down to slip on the heels. It was one thing to pose them as they didn't move, another to seem them dressing back up as if they had just been in bed together. Matt worried the sticky wet spot in his own pants would become visible.

Jane stood facing the camera. The look she gave Matt through the viewfinder was too much for him. He bit his lower lip as she stood, towering and gorgeous, with a hand on her hip. It was one thing when they were kissing each other, it was another to see those piercing green eyes looking right at him. James put an arm on the small of her back and gazed admiringly at her.

He walked up, nervously, and began to make adjustments again. He pushed back his aunt's hair behind her shoulders, he had to tip-toe to reach her. Matt moved her long, slender hand to James' waistband. He was pressed against her leg, and Matt used her thumb to pull down the briefs. The top of James' strong, tight ass was showing. He used James' index finger to pull down her panties. He bit his lip as he guided the strong, big hand to expose a bare hipbone, but stopped suddenly as he realized how far it was going. Matt's hand felt small as he lifted it from his uncle's.

He stepped back and took the shot. He stared into his aunt's piercing eyes. He was breathing heavily. He realised he wasn't the only one. He headed back quickly and pulled down a bra strap again. He hesitated before sliding it between James' teeth. He went behind the camera and asked, shyly, "Can you slide your hand down just a touch more aunt?"

Jane slid down the briefs slowly but incautiously. Matt hadn't seen that his uncle's briefs had been just barely containing his cock. Jane was exposing his muscular ass, and it strained to spring free from the front. Matt snapped a picture. Jane slid her hand slightly too far and James' cock finally sprung out. There was a moment of dead silence as the throbbing, nine inches was exposed. Only his balls were left in the briefs.

The silence was broken by the click and shutter of the camera. It was clearly an accidental exposure, but Matt couldn't resist the chance to capture more of what he was seeing.

It'd been less than a minute, but felt like an hour, and nobody had said a word. Matt realised he needed to act fast to rescue this. He attempted to joke to relieve the tension: "Not sure we have enough skin here."

He chuckled nervously, but Jane also smirked and said, "I didn't know you wanted that kind of photoshoot. Here I was thinking that you were an innocent little boy."

James didn't seem in the joking mood as his cock was throbbing visibly, and his jaw was clenched on Jane's bra strap.

Matt laughed shyly, his relief was palpable. He had been worried his aunt was going to freak out and shut this all down. She actually seemed pretty cool about it, though he still blushed boyishly as she teased him. He already felt inadequate compared to the towering, sculpted bodies in front of him. However, he was enthralled by the usually doting, affectionate couple letting him (and his friends) see their dirtier, sexual side. Looking through his camera lens was a peek through their bedroom window, he felt. He was so horny it made him feel almost drunk. He needed to see more.

Matt: "Shy? I was just thinking that we needed to drop those briefs entirely." He joked, knowing that she would slip back into her usual innocent bearing. Surely, she would just start getting dressed, ruffle his hair and tease him about being too immature for that.

Instead, he saw that her teasing, challenging smirk never left her face. She slid the briefs down until they fell onto the floor, around James' ankles. His massive, heavy balls were as impressive as his cock. The camera shutter broke the thick silence. She seemed amused, as if surprised that Matt actually took the picture.

He knew he couldn't ask for more, but couldn't bring himself to stop this yet. Instead, Matt inserted the cord and uploaded the images from his camera to the cloud.

Emma: Oh my God. I am so jealous.

Tim: Where did you find these models??

Emma: Get her in the lingerie.

Matt walked to the suitcase, and unzipped a side-pocket. There was a lacy green thong, and lacy half-cup bra. He walked over to his aunt, and said, "We wanted to get some shots of these as well, but I wasn't planning..."

Jane grabbed the lingerie, clearly amused by Matt's shyness. She stared down at him and ruffled his hair, "You should have just asked, I'm happy to help my little man."

The way she walked, though, and that devious smirk showed him that this teasing wasn't the same as usual. It had more of an edge, it seemed like she was daring him. She didn't seem bothered by him sending naked pictures of them out to his friends, she seemed to enjoy it.

Matt turned to his naked uncle, even more intimidated and shy. He said, "I think you've got to face the camera for this next one."

James was breathing heavy as he replied, "Sure bud." He seemed to want to add something more, but just turned to the camera. Matt shyly touched his torso to rotate him so that he was slightly off-centre. His fingers brushed the abs, and he was painfully aware of how close he was to touching either his tight ass or bare, big cock.

He walked behind the camera and snapped a picture. James looked surprised, and Matt added, blushing: "Sorry, had to get a test shot." James shrugged, though he seemed much more hesitant than his wife. He was the one naked after all.

He quickly sent the picture to Emma alone. He got an enthusiastic response: 'FUCK. Thank you.' He felt a slight twist of guilt as he looked back up at his uncle.

He turned to see Jane emerge. His eyes shot wide open as he watched her, her heels clacking on the hardwood flooring. The thong was mesh at the front. He raised his eyes before he saw too much of his aunt, more from intimidation than shame. He saw her breasts, barely covered at the nipple by the floral stitching, below which the rest was mesh.

She walked behind the camera and looked at the setup for the first time. She put her hand on his shoulder and he felt an electric thrill run through him. She asked about the camera. Matt gave her a stammering, overly-detailed rundown of the settings and lens. She nodded indulgently, pretending to be interested. He felt like he was explaining a science fair project to someone who didn't know much about the subject.

She moved her hand from his shoulder to his hand. She led him back to James, his palm embarrassingly sweaty, wishing that he could let go to wipe it without drawing more attention to it. He placed his hand on the small of her back once they were near James. She pressed against him, her back to the camera. The sight of her tight ass made Matt reach eagerly for his uncle's hand and place it there. He withered under the teasing gaze his aunt was giving him. She knew he withed he could touch it himself, she was enjoying his nervous curiosity and amused by his eagerness.

He guided one of her hands to loop around James' arm. The other he placed carefully on James' abs. Her fingers traced their outline, showing she was enjoying herself and feeling every bit as excited as James was. James was simply trying to contain himself.

Matt took the picture, eager to get back to posing the couple.

He guided his aunt's hand down. Her fingers wrapped around that thick manhood, and Matt felt his fingers brush its warmth accidentally as well. He nearly ran back behind the camera to snap the picture, trying to avoid thinking about the touch that lingered on his fingers.

Matt walked up and placed his hands on his aunt's hips. His palms were sweating as he turned her so that she was facing the camera again. She held onto James and turned him towards her, practically leading him by the cock. He groaned from the stimulation, though seeming embarrassed by the outburst. Jane loved the control and broke out in an amused smile. James was panting and Matt's breath was almost as ragged.

James was already caressing her ass. Matt shyly hooked his own thumb in the front of her panties, and began to expose his aunt's hipbones as far as he dared. He lifted the elastic gingerly, though, still scared to touch too much skin.

After Matt had snapped another picture, Jane walked behind the camera, pulling up her panties. The sight of that made Matt bite his lower lip. She stood over Matt as she said, "Can I see the pictures?"

He stammered and nodded and handed her his phone. She scrolled through the pictures, looking closely at some poses. They were standing close, skin touching slightly at the side. The skin contact and the pictures left him throbbing harder than ever, and he felt sticky dampness in his briefs. He could smell the strong scent of her floral shampoo. She smiled at his shy, frightened face. She said, in a sexy whispering voice he hadn't heard from her before: "Sexy! You're putting these on your website?"

Matt shyly responded, as he saw her scroll to the first pictures with James' growing erection: "Well. Not all of them, we'd have to edit some."

She scrolled to the pictures with James completely exposed, and then the solo nude of him. She gave Matt a teasing look and he seemed ready to apologize before she said: "I definitely want a copy of these." She was surprised at how good the pictures looked. She was getting a perverse enjoyment out of Matt's nervous voyeurism. Neither she nor James was shy about their sexuality, and the pictures were tasteful enough so far.

James' cock was dripping pre-cum in a wet sticky strand after the last pose. Jane smirked as she asked, "Could I borrow your t-shirt?"

Matt blushed, but he was in no position to refuse her. He slipped it off and passed it to her. He had never felt smaller or more slender. She used it to wipe away the thick, sticky strand, leaving it stained. She looked down at Matt and noticed the large wet spot on his beige slacks. He gulped, feeling intimidated.

She unbuttoned Matt's pants and pulled down his briefs, revealing the sticky mess he made inside with his own pre-cum. He gasped as she wiped him off. She was non-chalant, though, as if she were just casually wiping his face. There wasn't the charged sexuality there was with James. He was barely 5 inches and half the girth of James, being so close magnified the effect of the size difference.

She looked at Matt with a slightly disapproving expression, "You can't wear those with that mess inside," Her voice was indulgent but chiding, as if she was teasing him about playing video games for too long.

He hesitated as he considered removing his pants. His body looked minuscule next to James' hulking physique. Jane figured that they were all adults here. She didn't see him undressing as a big deal, they were both undressed and was oblivious to Matt's sense of inferiority. She didn't hesitate as she made the choice for him.

She still held the t-shirt, so her skin didn't touch Matt's as she pulled down his pants and briefs. She wiped his crotch off again. He felt like her 'little man' as she was just fussing over him. He wished he could feel her bare skin, instead of the tease of her touch through the fabric. He looked over at James and felt a deep envy as he remembered the sight of her hand around him.

James' for his part, felt a pang of pity, sensing his nephew feeling inadequate and felt an almost protective instinct. He began to wonder if he should get another outfit for him, though he was still panting with desire.

They were both shocked, though, when she grabbed Matt's hand and placed it on James' thick cock, right at the base. She knew Matt was as fascinated by him as her, she saw the solo picture he took. Matt's thumb brushed Jame's balls as she asked, "Where should I should hold him for this picture?" James moaned as she slid Matt's hand up his shaft, and shivered as he touched the sticky head. Jane started to slide it back down. Matt finally managed to quickly and shyly say, "There."

James was weak at the knees as she grabbed just below the head, clearly overstimulated. Matt wiped his hand on his leg, his cock throbbing. He was feeling confused. He couldn't help but contrast the feeling of his own cock, easily handled in one hand, to the long, thick cock that he had just stroked. He could have put both hands on it, easily, and could still feel the throbbing veins. He was walking back to the camera and blushing at the thought of his uncle reacting so strongly to his touch, the sticky fluid on his leg proof of that.

He took a picture, not needing to pose them as the couple showed an inimitable natural passion. James held her behind the head romantically as she gripped his cock and ran her other hand over his abs. She pulled away from the kiss and looked deeply, lovingly into his eyes. Her face slipped into a smirk, though, as she began to stroke him. Matt snapped a picture. He wanted to masturbate, wished it was him.

It was too much for James, though, and he finally shot a thick rope of cum onto Jane's stomach. She had an amused, impressed smile as he gushed. He seemed ready to collapse. She was clearly pleased she brought him to that. Nobody seemed to notice that Matt had snapped a picture of his aunt covered in cum. She reached down for the t-shirt to wipe off, and James stumbled upstairs, evidently to shower.

Jane unhooked her stained bra. She took it off entirely. Matt was surprised to see her nipples were dark and small, they were striking compared to her ice blonde hair and her cream-white skin. She quickly pulled her stained panties down to keep wiping clean. Matt stared awestruck at the sight of her as she pulled them off the rest of the way. He was feeling inadequate, envious and confused.

Jane looked over at him. She led him to a couch. His little manhood stood up bravely as she towered over him. She gave him a sweet look, and placed the t-shirt over him. She placed her hand over it, easily enveloping his cock. He only lasted two, efficient strokes before she felt the warm gush in the fabric. Her sweet smile was a far cry from the passionate look she gave James as she stroked him, and a farther cry from the impressed, pleased expression after.

She took him by the hand and led him upstairs, as he was in a daze, feeling more conflicted than ever with a burgeoning sense of clarity. James was getting out of the shower as he came upon them, clearly in a similar mood of confusion.

Jane said: "I need to shower, get him some spare clothes? I can join you both afterwards." She gave him an insistent look. She was feeling a bit guilty about how far she had led things, and wanted to make sure everyone would be able to get along after this.

James led him to the closet. Soft now, the difference in sizes was even more obvious. Matt looked at his own feet to avoid getting an eyeful. James handed him a pair of boxers far too big for him, and a large white t-shirt. He lamely asked, as he dressed himself, "How'd the pictures turn out?"

Matt awkwardly replied: "Great, thanks to you guys."

James led them both downstairs and opened two beers, to ease the tension as they sat side-by-side. Matt added shyly after a quite a few silent, awkward sips, "I'd done some nudes before but never with anyone so... impressive." He mentally pictured the feeling of his uncle in his hand, despite trying hard not to.

James laughed, but kindly, he understood the compliment and Matt's dejected demeanour. He wasn't sure what to say, but his protective feelings returned, unalloyed by desire. He put an arm around Matt's shoulder in a friendly way. Matt felt his strong chest and flat stomach press against his side. James stood up to get them both second beers. Jane returned in a short, purple satin robe. She went to kitchen to pour some wine before sitting across from Matt.

Her long, cream-white legs were showing under the robe, which rode up as she sat down. She clearly wasn't wearing anything under it. She may have thought things went a bit far during the photoshoot, but she felt a shared intimacy with the group now. She had given Matt a peek in the bedroom window, and it was left open a crack.

The new, relaxed dynamic was obvious to everyone when James handed Matt the beer and sat next to Jane. She ran her hand up his leg, pushing up his boxers, not self-conscious about being around Matt. She cuddled against him, purring in a sexy whisper, "I can't wait for tonight, I thought I'd give you a massage. I've got a surprise for you."

James felt more comfortable too, but hesitated as he looked towards Matt, "I thought we'd let Matt have the first massage tonight."

Jane looked confused. That kind of massage wasn't exactly something she'd expect to do with Matt, and was almost shocked James would offer it up. She blushed as she remembered her willingness to expose him earlier, though. She had offered Matt a peek into their bedroom window, and now James was holding it wide open...Everyone seemed to loosen up as the afternoon dragged on. The few beers and glasses of wine certainly helped. The group had a slight and pleasant buzz, Matt slightly more than the other two, but they weren't drunk. They looked through the pictures together, huddled on the couch. Jane sat between the two: Matt felt her soft thigh against his leg, and breathed in the smell of her floral shampoo again.

They scrolled through the pictures until Jane reached the solo nude of James. Matt looked shy, and said, "She's a lucky woman."

James laughed. Jane put an affectionate arm around Matt, surprised at his frank admiration for James. He curled up against her. They looked at the romantic, agonizing pictures of James struggling to contain himself as she slow stroked him. The couple shared a look, knowing that the pictures captured that feeling perfectly.

Matt was secretly worried about the last pictures, wondering if he really should have taken them.

Jane drained her last wineglass before scrolling to the final pictures. They were a stark contrast to the romantic, passionate pictures that came before it. There were more than enough to document the process of James' cumming. They captured each of the powerful ropes as they came. Each successive picture showed how much messier things got. The other pictures had been artful and composed; these were obviously pornographic, and there were quite a lot of them.

The final picture showed Jane facing the camera, splattered with thick lines of cum, dripping across her stomach and staining her underwear. In the previous set of pictures she had an almost ethereal look with her tall, fit body, ice blonde hair and green eyes. The angel was brought to earth in this picture and made real, made dirty. The couple was surprised, though, that Matt took those pictures. They were intoxicated by the sight, helped by the alcohol loosening their inhibitions.

Jane was rubbing James' inner thigh. She scrolled through the set again, and then back to the previous artful set, and then back again. She stood up and placed her wineglass in the sink. She stood on the stairs and signalled back to the boys, crooking a finger to tell them to follow.

James knew exactly what kind of mood she was in. He drained his beer and placed it on the counter, Matt had skipped this round. They followed her up to the bedroom.

She had vanilla massage oil, candles and was laying out a towel. She was looking hungrily at James, but she knew that Matt would come first because of James' promise to him. She expected to massage him quickly after which James would give him a hint to leave them alone.

She tugged off his shirt, and left him in his boxers. James, she was surprised to see, tugged off his boxer shorts after he lay down on his stomach. Matt was blushing as he felt those strong hands handling the boxers and brushing his skin.

His dick was soft, and covered by his stomach, so he felt surprisingly at ease. He saw his aunt stand on the bed next to his shoulders. His head faced her long, white legs. She was humming lightly, and dripped the sweet-smelling oil on his back and shoulders. She smiled as James took two drops on his hands, surprised he wanted to help.

She began to knead his shoulders gently, and he felt her slender, but surprisingly strong hands easing out the knots. At the same time, he felt stronger hands massaging his feet. The effect was more relaxing than arousing, especially with the humming. He kept his eyes open to watch those legs, though.

Jane worked her way down his back. James worked his way up, his pressure working out the legs. Matt was surprised to find that he didn't prefer one to the other. James' hands reached his glutes and massaged the muscles to the edge of pain. He worked his way back down, and Jane's hands reached his butt and she gently massaged it, almost just lightly rubbing it. Matt felt himself finally starting to harden, but felt comfortable with it.

Jane signalled him to flip over. His modest half-erection was standing up in full view. James stepped back, now, and Jane took over completely. She massaged the back of his neck, looking down into his eyes as she hummed. She moved down to his chest, his arms, and then his stomach. His stomach was rising rapidly as she approached his dick. Her hands slid teasingly around it on his hips. She seemed about to stop when James placed another drop of oil on it. She obliged and began to massage the oil into the scrotum and into the erection. It throbbed and Matt's hips bucked slightly, but he held on for the two long, slow strokes before she stopped.

Jane helped him sit up as his body was still crying out for release, on the edge of being premature. He cooled off as he watched Jane slide off her satin robe and lie on the towel in his place. Her soft, white, smooth body obsessed him and his eyes were riveted to her. Jane expected James to send Matt away now. She was surprised when he said, "You get her shoulders."

He placed drops of oil on her back and shoulders and Matt began to massage them in. James started from the feet. Jane felt surprised at herself for enjoying the sensation of all these male hands on her at once, though she definitely felt the difference between the stronger and weaker pairs. She smiled, slightly amused and titillated by the feeling of Matt's stiffness pressing against her back as he leaned over her to reach her shoulders.

She felt her legs parting as James made his way up to her inner thighs. She felt his strong hands on her ass, and wished he'd go all the way, right now. Matt stopped at her lower back, shyly watching, as James worked her ass. When he finished, Matt gently cupped her ass, she looked back with an amused, teasing smile.

James flipped her over and she was clearly aroused as she looked at them. Her legs were splayed, and her face was flushed. James poured some oil droplets on her chest, and then went back to her legs from the ankles. Matt realized it was an invitation to him. He shyly began from her shoulder blades, his erection pressing against her stomach. He lightly passed over her breasts, she almost laughed as his thumbs tickled her dark, small nipples. Matt wished desperately to fondle them more than that tantalizing touch allowed. He massaged along her stomach and felt the outline of her barely showing abs. He dared to venture down to her hips, which elicited a teasing smile from her.

She felt her legs part as James worked his way up her inner thighs, groaning slightly. The enjoyment she got from the photoshoot was magnified as Matt nervously watched his aunt open her legs. His hands shyly resting on her tight stomach as it rose and fell. James ran his finger against her clit, and she melted in his hands, but he left her biting her lip as he decided it was his turn.

She watched him undress and was breathing deeply still. She was sure this was just some very, very intense foreplay. James would send Matt out after he got his massage. She worked from his feet, her body slick with oil and her skin sensitive to the touch. She dripped the oil out and let Matt work his way down from the shoulders.

Her eyes were fixed on James' cock, laying between his legs, not under his stomach. She smiled as she saw him hardening as she worked her way up. She took extra time on his inner thighs, careful to brush his balls and thickening shaft teasingly. She lovingly massaged his thick, strong ass before heading back down. Matt was amazed by his strong back and arms, digging into the thick, corded muscles.

He flipped, still only half-hard. He had the odd experience of watching Matt massage his chest, seeming intent as he did it. He noticed Matt was still throbbing hard and felt the stiffness pressed onto his abs as Matt leaned over him, and saw it as he gradually worked his way down. His wife's soft hands were massaging his sensitive inner thighs, and insistently teasing his growing erection. James felt himself stiffening.

Jane figured he'd send Matt away as soon as he began to get aroused, but was surprised to see him letting Matt massage his stomach even as he was breathing heavier and fully hard. Maybe he felt the same rush she had.

Matt worked his way down the chest to his uncle's abs. He was surprised by how much he was being turned on by it. He found it less tense than massaging his aunt had been but as enjoyable, pressing his dick against the abs as he leaned over to massage the chest again. He was enjoying how James breathing was getting labored, surprised that his touch increased the pace as he massaged downwards to the abs for the second time. He noticed his aunt wouldn't move past the inner thighs now that James was hard, though, and thought he was seeing another hint or invitation.

Jane was surprised to see Matt drip a droplet of oil onto James and massage it in, mimicking Jane's technique on him almost exactly. He massaged the scrotum gently before long, slow strokes. She was more surprised to see James' reaction, his panting increasing. Matt felt the throbbing manhood react to his touch, and blushed. He felt Jane slide up near to him and interlace her fingers with his. The long, white fingers exciting him as much as the feeling of the thick veins under the skin.

He stepped forward, letting his cock press against James' side as he cautiously placed a hand on his aunt's lower back as she stood next to him. Her skin was soft, and slightly slick from the oil. He slid the hand down to her ass, lightly touching it. She leaned forward and kissed James' abs as they stroked him, and he groaned. She kissed her way down, coming close enough to Matt's cock pressed on James' side that her hair and cheek brushed him. She pulled away her hand and climbed on the bed, straddling James' lower legs.

Matt was still stroking him, and still touching her ass as she slid the cock into her mouth. Matt held his hands still, shocked that they were going this far with him in the room. James rocked his hips, though, and Matt stroked slowly again. Jane wasn't sucking more than a few inches. Matt began to rub her ass with his hand.

She pulled away his stroking hand, and he wondered suddenly if he should leave. He hesitated, but watched as his aunt swallowed nearly the whole length of James', holding it until she made a slight choking sound and let it emerge. It seemed amazing to Matt that she fit it in. Her mouth dripped spit, and she was gasping for air, eyes watering slightly. Her pristine beauty made dirtier, sexier.

Matt's hand reached back to her ass and squeezed it. She took James in her mouth again and Matt rubbed her ass. She gasped harder this time after letting James out of her mouth, and wiped her face with her hand. She gave Matt a light peck on the lips and he squeezed her ass again. He was disappointed as James finally sat up and easily lifted her by her hips onto her back.

He watched her lithe, stunning body as she lay on her back. He watched eagerly as she parted her legs to reveal her wet, pink pussy before he dragged his eyes up her body to her dishevelled hair. Matt slid his hand around his own cock.

Jane noticed and generously put her hand around it instead. James placed his head between her legs, though and she quickly began panting. Her knees pinned his head and her other hand drifted to his hair. She could hardly control herself and didn't do anything except hold Matt in her hand. Eventually that hand squeezed him slightly, and he felt tied to her ecstasy. Jane felt exquisitely filthy after letting Matt see her give and receive head. She felt even more so while holding his modest erection. Her orgasm came in a shuddering sigh, her legs releasing James' head from her knees and shaking slightly.

James kept going, though, and she felt waves of pleasure growing again. She was panting and rolling her hips. She looked directly at Matt as he looked on, entranced. She pulled him closer and slid him inside her mouth. She felt another climax building, but held him in her mouth, looking up at his astounded, intimidated eyes.

Matt felt his own wave of pleasure at just being inside her mouth. He felt like he was shaking. His loving, teasing, playful, gorgeous, classy aunt was taking two cocks at once. He felt his mouth open, "Slut," he said in a slightly shy whisper. She heard and gave him a dirty, knowing smile around his cock. She grabbed his ass and slid his length into her mouth easily. She let him out as she had another, more powerful orgasm. Matt saw her abs showing as her whole body tensed then shivered.

James sat up, smiling and eager. He pulled Jane's hips up and slid himself in. Matt was astounded to see how massive he looked as he went in, surprised that it fit. James hadn't seen Jane playing with Matt earlier, and was surprised to see her stroking him as her hips worked against his thrusts. He was shocked to see her slip him back into her mouth. Her eyes gave James a challenging look as she began to blow him in earnest. She was easily a match for both of them.

James turned her around, interrupting them all, to get her on all fours. He slid into her from behind as she slipped Matt back into her mouth. She looked up at him, surprised that he could last, even if he had cum earlier in the day. He looked between her and the massive, strong body behind her as she was pounded into him. He saw her breasts and cupped one eagerly, feeling the nipple as it slid against his hand.

James pulled out and she was gasping, wriggling her ass and waiting for him to slide back in. Instead, he lay back. Matt was left similarly wanting as she pulled her mouth away. She sat next to James' hips, and leaned over him to kiss Matt. He felt her warm mouth, her tongue, tasting everything that had been in her mouth. He slid onto the bed.

She led their kiss down until they felt the wet head of James' cock. Jane slid it into her mouth, and Matt let it into the kiss. He felt the thick veins as he felt for her tongue. He tasted her wetness still on him. She guided him up and down the length before suddenly removing her lips at the head. Leaving Matt with the cock in his mouth alone. She leaned over and whispered softly in his ear, "Slut." She grabbed his ass and looked into his shy eyes.

He blushed, but explored the head with his tongue, provoking a strong reaction from James. Jane smiled, "Show me what you did," Matt pulled away and stuck out his tongue and ran it under the head. Jane watched and then did the same thing, and then taking over as she put her mouth over the cock. James panted as she began blowing him again.

Matt began to fondle her ass. He gave it a light smack to pay her back for teasing him. She wriggled her ass playfully. Matt gave it a spank, harder. The sight of the light redness turned him on. She left James panting as she turned around. She was going to tease Matt, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he slipped his cock in with a guilty smile. She gave him an indulgent look and sucked him lightly.

James sat up and saw her blowing Matt on all fours. He slid into her and she began throwing her ass back on him. He was losing control and saw the light redness on her ass and spanked it. Hard. There was a bright red hand print, Jane let out a groan of pain and pleasure. He held her hips tightly, looking ready to climax. Jane rested her head on Matt's lap as she moaned too much to keep him in. Matt felt intimidated to see the hard spank, the obvious pleasure and the strong thrusts against her ass as his aunt took every inch. He was even more intimidated as he saw James reach around to choke Jane. He played with her breasts shyly. James eventually let out a long moan and his body tensed and relaxed as he began to cum.

Cum dripped from her as James lay back, exhausted and spent. She was sweaty, panting. She started to resume with Matt, but he turned her over so she was on her back next to James. She seemed surprised, cum leaking from her, but figured he had enough.

Matt looked down at his tall, messy, gorgeous aunt and opened her legs and slid himself inside. He pressed his shorter body against hers and her long, long legs wrapped easily around him, his head aligned to her neck. He whispered into her ear, "Slut," though his boyish nervousness was obvious in his voice.

His inexperience showed in his weak, arrhythmic, eager thrusting. Hers made up for it as she held his ass and rolled her hips. He kissed her, his tongue darting around, she held his face and guided him into slow, passionate kisses. She was surprised to find herself enjoying it. He slipped a hand around her throat and tried to imitate James. She gave him an indulgent smile, and he let go, slightly embarrassed. He felt their rhythm aligning, as their hips were grinding together, though she helped control him with the hand on his ass and her legs wrapped around him. He was amazed to find her breathing heavier again, rising with him.

James was hardening as he watched. He played with himself until he saw Jane look over. He smiled and slipped his cock into Jane's mouth, letting it harden as she sucked. Matt was amazed that she could still control him easily as he jealously watched her mouth. Matt tried to take control, and Jane unwrapped her legs, her hips bucking against him excitedly. He was amazed that she reacted, both of them rising.

He was amazed to see her legs shiver slightly, and hear her sharp exhale. He came a second after, almost whimpering. She was dripping both of their cum.

James stood up and she, insatiable, began sucking him in earnest as she knelt in front of him. Matt knelt beside her, lovingly holding her ass. She gasped for breath when she stopped, and Matt slid his mouth in her place. He was amazed at how far she could go, how fast. James reacted to him, though, and Jane helped out by cupping his balls and licking his shaft near the base. She swapped with Matt and he cupped the balls, amazed at how heavy they were compared to his and licking shyly at the shaft and then the abs.

James knees looked ready to buckle and Jane pulled Matt to her. She kissed him over the cock and they felt the warm gush together, and then another, and another. James went for a shower.

Jane lay back on the bed exhausted. Sweaty, panting, messy hair, legs splayed, cum dripping from her pussy and chin, her skin red on the hips where James' had gripped her in ecstasy. Matt took out his phone and snapped a picture of his aunt. He added another contrasting image of her in the blazer and skirt from earlier. He sent it out.