My name is Margot, and I am a nude art photographer, one who has won numerous awards. While I, of course, have one-time subjects, what I am most famous for is my "muses." Every now and then, I come across an indescribably beautiful woman, and I ask her if she would do some modeling for me. Me being a woman, they never suspect my motives for approaching them. More often than not, though, we end up in my bed. I still remember my first time; it was in high school, and it was my brother's girlfriend. He never found out, fortunately.

This is not to say I don't have relationships with men. Well, one man. My art photog professor. He was about twenty years older than me, and divorced from his first wife. We got married as soon as I graduated, but it did not last long. Once he discovered my numerous sapphic affairs, it was over. One thing that did come out of it, however, was my daughter, Kirsty.

Like her mother, Kirsty has realized she loves women. She thinks I don't know, but a mother can tell. Unlike me, though, her clothes and general aesthetic downplay this, dressing up girly and keeping her long, blonde hair in a wholly feminine style, whereas my look has always reflected that part of me. I still dress like I did in high school, though I have gone up a size or two, and I still keep my hair short and wild, albeit not dyed all kinds of crazy colors as I did back then.

As I said before, every now and then, I come across a woman who is indescribably beautiful, and my inclination is to ask her to model for me. For some unexplained reason, I've been having that reaction with my daughter. I mean, Kirsty is definitely beautiful, but my own daughter shouldn't be bringing up these feelings in me.

Finally, I rationalized my urge as just being to photograph her. After all, I haven't taken all my models to bed.

The morning of Kirsty's eighteenth birthday, after breakfast, I popped the question to her.

"Hey, Kirsty? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Mom. What's up?"

"How would you feel... about modeling for me?" The look on her face answered my question immediately.

"You mean it?" Her squeal right after saying this also made it pretty obvious how she felt.

That weekend, we went to my photography studio downtown.

"Wow, Mom," Kirsty said, walking in, "So this is your studio? I had no idea it would be this big. Why don't we live here?"

"Got your clothes picked out?" I smirked

"Yup," she said, pulling the duffle bag in her hand up to her shoulder, "right here."

"Okay, well, bathroom's over there." I motioned toward it with my head. "I'll go set up."

As my daughter got changed in the bathroom, I set up my camera and pulled the big sheet off the little set I have; an old couch, a wooden chair, a bunch of boxes with another sheet covering them, and a mattress. As I was throwing the sheet into the corner, I heard Kirsty behind me.

"Hey, Mom!"

I turned around, and it was almost as if she'd found her way into my closet from high school; oversized t-shirt for a band I haven't listened to in years, hanging off one shoulder, exposing her bra strap, black denim short pants, and an old pair of Doc Martens. On top of that, she was wearing black eyeliner. It was almost as if she was trying to look like me at her age. Or, more unsettlingly, what I wanted back then.

As the afternoon went on, I took a number of pictures of her, sitting backwards on the chair, reclining on the couch, and so on. All the while, I could tell she was enjoying herself, being playful and flirty with the camera. It wasn't too long before I forgot myself, and asked her, "Can you...take your shirt off?"

Kirsty seemed a bit taken aback. "Um...okay." My heart sped up as she took the shirt off, showing me her black bra. Kirsty seemed a little nervous for a moment, being that exposed, but quickly loosened up. I had her lay on the mattress, and seeing her in that position really highlighted how endowed she was, certainly more than me.

After a few more pictures, I heard myself ask, "How about the pants?"

"You want me to..."

"Uh, yeah." Still lying on the mattress, she lifted her ass up, and pulled the short pants off her. "Um, how about back to the couch?" Kirsty seemed less anxious this time as she got up and walked over to the couch again. As she did, I couldn't help but notice she inherited my ass.

Once she was lying on the couch, I asked her, "Can you hold your legs up?" With that, Kirsty held her legs in the air, and even did a slow bicycle move for a second before holding the pose, allowing me to take another picture. As I continued, my lust for my daughter was getting harder to keep under control. In spite of the studio being rather cool, I was starting to sweat, profusely enough that I wondered if she noticed.

I now had Kirsty sitting cross-legged on the box arrangement, when, after hesitating for a minute, I asked her, "Can you, uh, take your underwear off?"

"Huh?"

"Your bra and panties. Look, if it makes you more comfortable, I'll strip down, too."

Heart in my throat, I took off all my clothes right then and there. Kirsty looked at me wide-eyed. "Uh, wow, Mom." Once I was naked, Kirsty hesitantly pulled down her bra straps, then, starting to gain confidence, unhooked her bra in back, and took it off. She then stood up and slipped out of her panties. We both stared at each other, completely naked, for a moment.

"Okay, sit back down." Kirsty again sat with her legs crossed, and I proceeded to take more pictures of her on all the pieces of set.

On the last one, I had her lying on the mattress, on her side. After taking the photo, I stared at her, positioned perfectly to show off her curvy form, and my insides felt like they were on fire. "Hey, what's up, Mom?" she asked, seeing me pause. Finally, after placing my camera back on the tripod, I walked over to her. "Um, Mom?" Kirsty was very definitely confused as I crawled onto the mattress, and then on top of her. "Mom?"

"Kirsty..." I whispered, then leaned down, and gave my daughter a long, passionate kiss. To my surprise and delight, Kirsty returned the kiss and even wrapped her hands around my forearms.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispered back.

"Let me show you..." I started to kiss Kirsty's neck, causing her to moan, as she kissed and even sucked on my neck. As it turned out, Kirsty was more intuitive than she let on, as she began to feel up my chest. She then pushed up, giving me the signal to arch my back up, and began kissing my tits, and sucking my pencil-eraser nipples. "Huhm..." My heart was beating so hard, I know Kirsty could hear it, and my pussy was getting so wet. My daughter knew exactly what she was doing.

I moved down again and started groping and squeezing her tits. I could see Kirsty bite her lip and tilt her head back, as I sucked on her whole tit, like I was giving it a hickey. As my daughter began to writhe on the mattress, I moved down, kissing my way down her soft belly. We were both shaking, her from lust, and me from uncertainty, as I stared down at my daughter's cunt, already so wet, I could smell it from inches away. Finally, closing my eyes, I leaned down, inserted the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her slit, then slowly drew it upward, pausing to lick around her clitty. My daughter's gyrations got more intense as I repeated, moving my tongue in deeper each time. "Ohg..." Kirsty's grinding got so intense that I was forced to hold her down. "Mom...Oh, God, Mom..." Glancing up, I could see her kneading her tits, her face twisted from ecstasy. Suddenly, I felt Kirsty's hands slap on the back of my head, before she cried out, "Fuck! Oh...fuck, Mom, I'm cumming!"

As my daughter recovered, I came up, and we kissed and groped each other for over a minute, after which Kirsty gasped, "Like that?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I grinned.

A moment later, I was sat up on the mattress, propped up on my elbows, as I wanted to watch Kirsty eat me out. Biting my lip, I watched my daughter's tongue work on my drooling quim. "Fuck..." I whispered, tilting my head back, before continuing to watch her. "That's it, baby..." As Kirsty ate me, I saw her spit out the odd hair before continuing. All the while, I felt the pleasure building in me. Still, I couldn't help but smirk. "How's it taste?"

"Is this what I taste like?"

"More or less."

"No wonder you like doing this..." I chuckled at this, then moaned as she continued licking me out. I was getting so hot now, I was forced to lie back, and start kneading my small breasts, and rubbing my nipples.

"Oh-ooh, God! Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum..." I felt my face contort, and my breathing got choppier, until, finally, my whole body shuddered and I cried out loud enough to echo in the spacious studio, as the orgasm hit me.

As I lay there, waiting for my heart to slow down, Kirsty crawled up my sweaty body and gave me a long, deep kiss, giving me a taste of my own juices in the process. After a moment, she started dry-humping me.

"You still horny, baby?"

"Yeah, Mom."

Grinning, I said, "Let me show you something..."

Now, Kirsty was on her back again, while I held her legs open and pressed my hairy, dripping twat against hers.

"Ouhm..." Kirsty moaned, trembling slightly, as I rubbed my pussy against hers. "God, Mom, I had no idea lesbos did this..."

"Yeah," I breathed, grunting as I pushed against her, "You can show your first girlfriend this when you're at college..."

"Aren't you my first?"

"Your first who isn't related to you, baby..."

Suddenly, Kirsty grabbed my sides and started grinding back against me. By now, I was sweating so profusely, it was dripping from my hair down onto my daughter, who was perspiring pretty heavily herself. Eventually, I felt like I was about to burst, so I sped up, causing my daughter to tense up and start groaning gutturally. Finally, both crying out like we were in pain, we came hard, simultaneously.

I felt like I was about to black out when Kirsty pulled me down by my arms and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Both of us dripping with sweat, we made out on the now soaked mattress.

"Hey, Mom?" she said after a minute.

"Yeah?"

"Any shots left in that camera?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Right now, while I'm still sweaty and disheveled, take a few more photos!"

I smiled at this and went to get my camera.