Lydia Gray: Mother-daughter models

Scott was about to tell her that he was busy, but he reminded himself that it certainly wasn't the little girl's fault.

"What are you doing?" Kathy asked.

Kathy was afraid to mention what had happened yesterday. She wanted to talk to him about it, tell him how much she liked everything they did, but instinct warned her to let him bring it up. When old man Wilson had knocked on the door, Scott had been in a true panic and she knew that he was worried about the fun they had enjoyed together.

"I'm still trying to solve that damned problem," Scott replied. He went on to explain the technique he was testing.

The young girl didn't understand everything the older man told her, but she nodded her head as if she did. It was so complicated!

Scott set his camera on a tripod and focused on the radio. He shot a time exposure, but wasn't at all satisfied.

"That damned light is bleeding all over the wall!" he sighed.

"Would it help if I held the radio?" Kathy offered.

"Hey, that might work!" Scott exclaimed. "And it will give me something to use to argue with Harry about using a model."

"Should I run upstairs and change clothes?" Kathy asked.

"No," Scott responded quickly. "These are just test shots. What you're wearing is fine, Kathy. Here, we'll get rid of this table and have you stand in a three-quarter profile and hold the radio."

Scott positioned the girl and then climbed up the ladder to set the bird's eye spot. Kathy was wearing a short miniskirt that accentuated her legs and a tight sweater that showed off her lusciously ripe young tits.

"Hold that radio up to your chest, Kathy," he called down as he set the spot. It wouldn't hurt to catch the ripe points of her tits in the photograph next to the radio. He tightened the bird's eye until just the radio and part of Kathy's left tit were in the spot. The girl's body behind the radio caught the spot and kept it from bleeding on the wall.

"Now, Kathy, you'll have to hold perfectly still," Scott said. "I'm going to use a slow shutter, so don't move. I'll count to three. Hold your breath if you can. And smile, Kathy. That's better. Lift your chin a little. A little more, honey. That's it. Now get ready."

Scott counted to three and pressed the shutter control.

"Before you relax, Kathy, let my try one from over here. Now smile. That's it. Get ready."

Scott shot six exposures from various angles, then climbed the ladder to take some shots from above the young girl. This angle was even more dramatic and Scott was anxious to see how they turned out. He finished the roll moving the ladder around and shooting down from different heights and angles.

"Okay," he said as he shot the last exposure on the roll, "let's see what we've got. First we'll have to get the other rolls out of the tank and set up for this film. The temperature is critical on this type of film."

They turned off the special lights and Scott took the print strips out of the machine and set the special temperatures that would be needed on this roll. When the lights activated on the panel, he loaded the special roll and closed the machine.

"This one will be slow," he remarked. "We won't be able to see anything for about an hour. Come on, I'll treat you to a Coke. We'll leave these others here until we come back."

They left the dark work room and walked over to the laundry room where there was a Coke machine. As usual, the apartment house was completely deserted in the middle afternoon.

Leaning against the row of empty washers, Scott took a deep breath and broached the subject of their escapade the day before.

"We were very lucky yesterday not to be caught," he began. Choosing his words carefully, he continued to explain to the young girl that they could both get in a lot of trouble if they weren't very careful. "If you ever hinted to anyone what we did, Kathy, they could put me in jail."

"I'll never say a word!" the young girl protested. "You should know that."

"But even if you just made a slip…"

"Didn't you like what we did yesterday?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked, tears beginning to well in her young eyes.

"Of course I did!" Scott assured her. He could see that the child was close to tears and he spoke softly, explaining that a relationship between them was almost impossible because of their ages. He explained that if she somehow fell in love with him, or if he fell in love with her, they would never be able to do anything about it. He spoke slowly and logically and was pleased to see that she both listened and understood what he said.

"So, sex between us can only be for fun," he said.

"I understand that!" the young girl exclaimed. "I'm mature enough for that! But is there any reason we can't have fun together and like each other? I like you very much and I want you to teach me things," she added urgently.

Kathy wasn't telling him the truth. She knew that she was in love with him, but she also knew that what he said about their ages was true. They could never be married. They couldn't even go places together, not as lovers. But she wasn't going to give him up. Deep in her heart she thought that maybe by some miracle they could find a way.

"Of course not," Scott replied with a smile, "as long as we both understand the rules."

"I understand," she said in a small voice.

"Hey, the film should be ready," Scott remarked as he looked at his watch. "Let's go see what we have."

They returned to the work room and Scott retrieved the roll of transparencies from the tank and spread the strip out on his light table. Together they bent over and examined the photographs. Scott felt an exuberant excitement building inside him as he looked at the transparencies. They were far from perfect, but the results were much better than anything he had hoped for.

"Gee, they're good!" Kathy exclaimed excitedly.

"Damned good!" Scott replied with a triumphant chuckle. "I told you you'd make a hell of a model!"

It was true. Kathy photographed beautifully. In the blue light she looked much older and her smile was radiant.

"Look at my… my tit sticking out in this one!" the young girl cried with a giggle.

"If these don't convince Harry I'm on the right track," Scott said, "nothing will! Of course the golf cart will be a lot more difficult than the radio, but these prove that my idea will work. He should eat these up!"

"Can I have one for myself?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked eagerly.

"Sure, but not until after I've shown them to Harry. Then you can have all of them."

"Gee!"

"Let's see what I got this morning," Scott remarked, turning on the overhead light and picking up one of the strips of film he'd developed earlier.

Kathy reached out and picked up one of the other strips on top of the machine and glanced at it idly. The sight that greeted her eyes made the young girl gasp! She had picked up the roll he had shot of her yesterday.

"Look!" she exclaimed as she examined the strip. She glanced quickly at the photos he had taken of her naked, then gasped again when she saw the ones he'd shot of her playing with and sucking his cock.

Scott moved over next to the pretty young girl and glanced down at the strip. He felt his pulse quicken and his halls churn when he saw the photo of her slowly taking his rigid prick into her sweet young mouth.

"Wow! Aren't these something?" Kathy remarked excitedly. "Look, in this one I have your cock all the way in my mouth!"

Scott followed her pointing finger and saw a close-up shot of his balls resting on her pretty chin as she swallowed his dick. In a photo earlier on the strip he saw her holding his rigid prick in her small hands while she pursed her lips to plant a loving kiss on the tip.

There was no denying the stirring in his loins as he looked at the erotic photos. He could even feel her sweet, warm lips surrounding his prick as he examined the shots.