Mark joins the photo shoot

And soon enough, Mark walked into the set himself:

— I... I'll sit here and you need... You need to sit on me... I'll put my hands on your back... With your permission... Of course...

The bad feeling in your stomach started growing even more after watching your Mom climbing on top of Mark, while he did as if he was caressing her body. Well, he was actually doing it, but it was art. It didn’t count, right?

But you felt something wasn’t right. Your mind tried finding something, at least one thing with which you could voice your indignation against his idea and what he was doing. But what? What it could be…?
You found it.

— I think it isn’t fair that Mom has to be naked while you still have clothes on! — You spurted without really thinking.

Mark looked at you weirdly. He felt like you just asked him to get naked with your Mom. He shrugged his shoulders and asked your Mom to stand up before getting naked too, revealing his chiseled body of a man in front of your Mom, who couldn't take her eyes off of his muscles.

For the next picture Mark embraced your Mom on the floor, not even telling her where he going to put his hands; he just did. He briefly looked at you while holding your Mom against him. You couldn't decipher the meaning of his eyes, after which he continued commanding and ordering your Mom to pose around.

The next couple of pics were almost harmless in comparison. You started finally relaxing seeing that Mark turned down the tone of the content. Until he asked her to pose for the next photo:

— Come over... Turn around... Yes... Now bend over like that... Like we were... Like I was about to...

Your Mom nodded, not letting him finish. She knew what it had to look like. What it indeed looked like. But having a young man behind her, feeling his breath traveling down her back, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling them towards his him, inevitably created a wet and warm tingle sensation between her legs. She closed her eyes trying not to think about it.

Then Mark grabbed your Mom, pulled her on top of him, his forearm between her legs, his hand laying on her buttock. Their faces were really close, their lips almost thouching...
Before the camera shot the photo, he could feel your Mom's most intimate area. It wasn't just warm. It was hot. Her body was aching for it…
But he was your friend. He could never do something like that to you. If only he was with another woman and not your Mom...