Lydia Gray - Mother-daughter models

"Oooohhhh!!!" Kathy cried as she felt her body begin to quake.

This was Scott's signal for release and he humped her young body hard.

Kathy felt his prick swell up inside her cunt. Then jets of his hot cream began spurting inside her and triggered the young girl's orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!" she screamed when her body exploded with the force of a severe earthquake. Fireworks burst inside her head and she clung to his pumping prick for dear life as her body seemed to float on an incredible cloud of passion.

Scott stroked his spurting cock inside her tight twat until every last drop had been drained from his aching balls. His climax had been as intense as he could ever remember having in his life. When he came, even his toes curled.

When their passion was spent, the fourteen-year-old girl and the forty-eight-year-old man stretched outside by side on the floor to regain their strength.

Her youth evident, Kathy recovered rapidly. She reached over and took the older man's now limp prick in her warm hand and began fondling it.

"Scott?"

"Uhhuh," Scott responded.

"Did you mean it?" the young girl asked softly.

"What?"

"About… about teaching Lisa sex."

Scott hesitated for a fraction of a second. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and didn't want anyone else in the world, but he knew he couldn't do that. He had to keep this on the physical level.

"Sure," he replied. "Why, don't you want me to teach Lisa?"

"Sure," Kathy lied. "Why not? I just wanted to know if I should tell her and ask her to join us. That's all."

"Sounds great to me."

"Okay," Kathy said, forcing her lips to smile instead of pout. "Will we all have sex together?"

"Why not?" Scott replied. "That might be lots of fun."

"Okay," Kathy agreed. "I'll ask her tomorrow at school."

Scott Nelson was beginning to believe that Kathy was serious, that she'd do it. The thought of balling two girls at the same time made his pulse quicken. This was another of Scott's fantasies. He'd dreamed of making with two girls for years. It was his fantasy, Scott lived with two luscious sex machines, and they had a three-way sex circus every night.

Kathy smiled when she felt the blood once again begin pounding in his growing prick in her hand. It gave her a sense of power over him and she liked that. He might teach Lisa sex, but Kathy was sure that she could keep him for herself.

"Your cock is getting hard again," she said with a light giggle.

"The way you play with it," Scott returned, "I'm not surprised."

But Scott was surprised. He'd just balled her, fucked her for all he was worth and really blew his nuts. Yet here he was getting hard again already!

"Can we do more things?" Kathy asked, now stroking his prick firmly in her little hand.

"Like what?" Scott chuckled.

"Anything!" Kathy said. "If I get it hard, will you put it in my ass?"

Scott's balls churned with the young girl's suggestion.

"Sure," he responded. "Why don't you suck it a little, Kathy?" he added.

At that moment the light in the work room went out and they were in complete darkness.

"Shit!" Scott cursed.

"What…"

"Shhh!" Scott warned as he heard footsteps on the cement walk outside the door.

"Mister Nelson? You in there, Mister Nelson?" It was the manager's voice again.

"Yes, Mister Wilson," Scott called in a loud voice. "What is it this time?"

"Blew a fuse, Mister Nelson. I'll have it fixed in a few minutes."

"Okay," Scott called. "I can't open the door now. I'm developing some film."

"Get it fixed in a jiffy," the manager called back.

With a sigh, Scott pulled himself up and began searching for his clothes in the dark. He whispered to Kathy to get dressed as quickly as she could and slip out of the room.

"Interesting, Scott. Very interesting," Harry Halliday remarked as he examined the transparencies Scott had taken of Kathy with the radio in her hands.

"Look, Harry," Scott said quickly, "I'm not going to pretend this technique is easy or inexpensive. It will take several days alone simply to set up the lighting, and as much as a day or two of shooting to get what we want. The film itself costs an arm and a leg, but I really think this will do everything we want."

"The expense, as long as it's within reason, doesn't bother us, Scott," Harry commented. "I'll certainly admit that it's different."

"Think of the prestige a catalogue built around this type of photography will gain in your industry," Scott persisted. "You won't have just another run-of-the-mill brochure. You'll have something distinctive and unique, something that sets Merrill apart from all of the others."

"You don't have to sell me, Scott," Harry chuckled. "I think I'm pretty well sold on it right now."

"Great!"

"But hold on, Scott," Harry warned. "For something as unique as this is, I'll have to have board approval."

"But you can handle that, can't you Harry?" Scott asked.

"Well, I think so," Harry replied slowly. "I've got a couple of ultra-conservative board members to hurdle, though. What worries me is that they'll probably have to see something like a finished product to understand it. How much cost are we talking about for you to set up and take some preliminary shots, Scott?"

"Preliminary shots?"

"Something I can show the board with our product and all," Harry explained. "This girl, by the way, is too young to use. She looks all of eighteen or nineteen. That's not our market. We need somebody in their thirties. Not old, mind you, but a little more mature."

"Harry, to shoot preliminary photos is the same as shooting the finals. The set-up time and all is the same."

"I understand," Harry said. "But what will it cost if you cut corners here and there and give me something to show the board?"

Scott was a moment in replying.

"I'll be honest, Harry, I don't know what corners I can cut. With luck, maybe the lighting can be set up in a day or a day-and-a-half. And maybe I can get something worth looking at in four or five hours of shooting. Look, this is a hip pocket estimate, but I might be able to wiggle in with two thousand to twenty-five hundred dollars."

"That's good enough for me, Scott. Get right on it and give me something by Monday, if you can. Our regular board meeting is Monday, and I'd like to present it then."

"Monday!?" Scott exclaimed. "My God, Harry, that gives me four days!"

"Try."

"Okay, okay," Scott mumbled as his mind worked like a computer on what he would need. "Look, I'll have to have a way to get in here all weekend, if I need it."

"I'll assign you a security man with a key," Harry replied.

Scott spent several hours in the security room where the golf cart was kept studying the best area to use for the actual photography. Harry steadfastly refused to let him take the golf cart outside, so Scott would have to create the illusion of a golf course inside the building. Astroturf would do for grass. Four pieces of sheet rock mounted on a two-by-four frame and taped and bedded could serve as a background. An artist could splash some trees and a fairway on the sheet rock. The quality of the art wasn't critical because the green lights would give a hazy illusion in the background, so an art student could throw that together for him for a hundred and fifty, or two hundred bucks.

He wrote everything he would need on a list and then double-checked himself before he climbed into his car and drove down to the photographic supply house and ordered the materials he would need. His next stop was a lumber yard where he ordered the wood and sheet rock he would need and had it delivered to the Merrill plant. After a brief talk with the manager of a building supply company, Scott made a deal to rent enough Astroturf for a week.