Olivia's heart pounded, her breath shallow and uneven, as she clutched the phone, its glowing screen a reminder of the audacious act she was about to commit.
Her mind reeled with disbelief, she never imagined a day would come when she'd be capturing an image of her most intimate part, her pussy exposed and vulnerable.
In her years navigating the cutthroat world of business, she'd overheard whispers of couples exchanging such provocative photos, a practice she'd dismissed as shameful, the reckless folly of youth. Yet here she was, well past her prime, her fingers trembling around a phone aimed at her own body, doing something far more scandalous with her son, of all people.
The weight of the dirty matter pressed against her chest, her cheeks burning with a fierce embarrassment that warred with the pulsing heat in her pussy, as she then angled the phone lower, her hands shaking as the screen framed her bare pussy, the wet, pink folds glistening between her thighs.
