Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 00:01:46 +0000
From: william <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Portraits of Passion

Portraits of Passion

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"Geez, Mom, do we have to go through this again?  I look like a dork."

"You most certainly do not look like a dork, Gerald.  You look like a
handsome young man who is dressed for Christmas photos."

"Yeah, a handsome young man who's dressed like a dork," the boy harrumphed.

"Chuck, would you do something with your son?"

"Oh, thanks, Cheryl.  When he's like this he's my son.  Let him ace a test
and it's 'oh, my son is a genius'.  Come over here, Jerry," his father said
from the other side of the living room.

Showing all the affronted dignity of a recently minted teenager, Jerry
approached his father.  They were dressed almost identically.  Both wore
dark green dress slacks, a white dress shirt and a red v-neck sweater.  Mom
had a similar color mix although slightly different in execution.  She wore
a white silk blouse with one undone button.  Her green skirt was snuggly
fitted and reached to about three quarters of the way to her knees.  She
wore a pair of green patterned stockings and black heels.  Instead of a
sweater she wore a red vest that buttoned once just under her full breasts.

Dad put his arm around his son's shoulders and turned him away from his
mother who had gone back to making those last few minor adjustments in the
mirror.

"Look, Jerry, I understand how you feel.  I think we do look kinda dorky.
But this means a lot to you mother and one thing I've learned over the
years is that at times like this, you nod your head, go along with whatever
it is and look for the first opportunity to disappear.  Unfortunately you
won't have that chance tonight.  Just try and remember, in exchange for the
occasional night like this, you get food, clothes, a roof over your head,
and five hundred channels of satellite TV with all the MLB and NFL games.
Not a bad deal if you think about it."

Jerry looked at his dad and said,

"Yeah, I guess that's true, but I don't have to like it."

"Perhaps, but don't let you mother hear you say that.  Get moving," his
father said, giving him a light shove.

Cheryl looked them over critically, made a few adjustments and gave them a
nod.  They pulled on their coats and headed for the car.  It was early
October so it was only cool, not yet cold.  They had to drive across town
to the new photographer she had hired.  The one they had been using since
Jerry was an infant had retired.  The studio was located in a light
industrial park where many businesses that didn't need to be in high
visibility locales clustered.

When they entered the studio they found themselves in a small by
comfortable waiting area.  A number of photos were hanging on the wall,
mostly landscapes with a small number of still lifes and even one
astronomical photo.  Jerry was examining this one when a voice got their
attention.

"Well, hello there, folks.  Welcome to my humble establishment, and right
on time.  Please, please, come into the studio."

The photographer was middle aged, tallish, and slim.  His hair was going to
gray but his face was relatively unlined and he smiled easily.  He was
dressed in casual slacks, a three button pullover and a vest with a few
pockets.  He led them through a curtained door way into a studio that
looked like any other studio.  A nondescript background hung behind a
cushioned backless bench.  Various lighting units, shades and reflectors
were positioned here and there.  Several camera tripods were also in
evidence.  A pair of tripods had no cameras on them.

"How come those two are empty?" Jerry asked.

"Ahh, a sharp eye, young man.  All my cameras and tripods have the same
type of quick release mounts.  I've found that it's more convenient to have
a couple of spare tripods so when I want to switch cameras I don't have to
look far," the photographer said.

"You use more than one camera?"

"Oh, yes.  I'll take some shots with a film camera and some with a digital.
The look is different and your parents may want to choose between them."

Jerry just nodded, but he was thinking that this was going to take forever.

"I must say you are quite the handsome family.  I think I should be paying
you for a modeling session," the photographer said.

Cheryl smiled and laughed a bit, Chuck kept his face neutral and wondered
just how much this was going to cost him and Jerry rolled his eyes as only
a thirteen year old could.  The photographer went over to a small table
just to the side of the posing area and lit several incense sticks.  The
fragrance was noticeable almost immediately.  The effect was both relaxing
and invigorating.

"My, what an unusual fragrance," Cheryl said.  "Subtle but very compelling
at the same time."

"Yes, well, when I first got into photography, I was aiming to be a great
artist.  I went to art school and got involved with the whole new age
thing.  I outgrew it soon enough but I did find that a certain combination
of incense helped my models to relax and feel more comfortable.  It makes
for a more natural outcome to the portraits.  I'm sure you'll be most
pleased with the results."

Jerry thought that the smell was an awful lot like what you could smell any
day in the back of the school where the heads hung out, but at this point
he didn't really care as long as they got this over with.

"Alright, family, what do you say we get you set up and we start taking
some photos?  Yes, let's see, lets have you all standing in front of the
bench, Dad here, Mom there and the young man in the center.  Wonderful," he
said and clicked off a few shots with the film camera.

Then he had them adjust their stances and he popped off a few more shots.
Then it was the digital camera.  Then he had them sit down and fired off
some more exposures.  As he watched he saw them take on a familiar glassy
eyed look coupled with a small vague smile.  He smiled to himself.

"Now, Mom, you have such a nice pendant on there, I think it would look
much better against your skin.  What do you say you undo a couple more of
those buttons on your blouse?"

Cheryl smiled and nodded and undid the two buttons and spread her blouse
back a bit, showing a fair amount of pale, smooth skin.  The photographer
took hold of the pendant and laid it into her cleavage, allowing the back
of his hand to press against the skin firmly.  Cheryl's eyebrows rose and
her lips pursed but she didn't say anything while Chuck just smiled.

"Alright, family, lets see, young man if you would stand up and stand
behind your parents.  Mom and Dad scooch closer together, now you, son, put
a hand on each inside shoulder.  Yes, very nice," he said as he took a few
more shots. "Now, try and look at the camera and not down the front of your
mother's blouse."

Jerry just smiled and laughed a bit.  The photographer set the camera on a
stand and then went to the cabinet against one wall and pulled out two
small digital video units.  He placed one on each empty tripod and pushed a
button on each one.

"Alright family, now for a little bit of fun, something less formal.  Young
man, if you'd bend down a bit, get your face just in between Mom and Dad,
that's right, now put your arms around their necks and squeeze your faces
together.  Very nice.  Alright, now, Jerry, isn't it? Bring your hand down
and take hold of one of your mother's nice full tits.  Yes, very nice."

Without a thought, Jerry reached down and took hold of his mom's tit
through the silk blouse, brushing aside the red vest.  He thought it felt
so warm and firm.  Cheryl's eyes went wide but she smiled and leaned back
against he son.

"Alright now, Jerry, don't leave out Dad, so use your hand to rub his
chest."

Jerry did as instructed and felt the firm pec under the sweater and shirt.

"Okay, Mom, show Jerry how much you like how his hand feels, give him a
kiss on the cheek.  Okay, Jerry turn your head so your mom can reach your
lips."

Jerry turned his head and the soft kiss that Cheryl was giving his cheek
turned into something a little hotter as mother and son pressed their
partially opened lips together.

"That's it, Jerry, squeeze that tit and let your mouth open a bit more, let
your mom know how much you love her."

Jerry's hand began to squeeze and knead the firm flesh under the silk
blouse as he began to touch tongues with his mom, who in her turn was
murmuring and working her lips against his.  At this point Chuck looked at
his wife and said,

"Hey, what about me?"

Jerry pulled off his mother's mouth and looked at his dad and said,

"Okay," and quickly covered his father's mouth with his own.

If Dad was surprised it didn't stop him from joining in and quick enough he
was tongue kissing his son while the boy fondled his chest.  Cheryl didn't
want to be left out so she began to kiss the side of her son's neck as one
hand reached out and began to rub over the front of her husbands pants.

The photographer set a switch on the digital still camera and set it to
take a photo every thirty seconds.  Then he stepped in closer to the three
and offered more 'suggestions'.

"Mom, how about you undo the rest of those blouse buttons and we get it out
of the way."

Cheryl took her lips off her son and smiled a bit as she undid the rest of
her buttons.  She pulled the bottom of the blouse from her skirt and
slipped off the vest and blouse while her son and husband made out next to
her.  She now sat with her white satin bra exposed and holding in two
nicely full tits.  The photographer ran his fingers up and down the smooth
skin of her cleavage and she pursed her lips again, reaching up with a free
hand to grab his crotch.  She found something full and hard.

"Jerry, your mother has something to show you."

Jerry broke away from his dad's mouth and looked at his mom's nearly bare
chest.  She took hold of the back of his head and pulled his face down to
her cleavage and wiggled her tits in his face.  The photographer walked
over to the small table and added another different stick to the incense
holder.  He lit the stick and waved the smoke in the direction of the
posing family.  Then he returned to stand by Cheryl.

The hand in her husbands lap was working on his belt and the free hand was
rubbing her sons face on her tits, causing the bra to slip down.  When
Jerry went to work sucking on the exposed nipple, Cheryl let her head drop
back.

"Mom, I could use some help here," the photographer said.

She opened an eye and looked at him, seeing how tented his pants had
gotten.  She reached over and fondled the bulge and then went to work on
the button of the unbelted pants.  She tugged on the zipper and once it was
down she could tell that he had no underwear on.  The top of his thick
shaft was showing just above the bottom of the zipper, with the shaft
moving down one leg of his pants.  She gave the pants a tug and when they
got to his knees a long thick shaft with a bulbous head drooling pre cum
was pointed in her direction.

"Go ahead, Mom, you know what you want to do."

Cheryl smiled and with half lidded eyes she leaned in and began to lick the
precum from the slit of his big dick.  Then her lips pressed to the tip and
slid over the head, forcing her mouth open.  Dad was apparently tired of
being on the side so he slid off the bench, pushed his wife's knees apart
and started to rub her pussy through her panties.  Jerry was taking some
initiative and he managed to get his mother's bra off and he was working
over both nipples with his mouth while squeezing with his hands.

Cheryl was getting very turned on and she forced more of the photographer's
thick shaft into her mouth.  It was the biggest dick she had ever tried to
suck, and that included over half of the starting offensive unit of her
college football team, white and black.  She began a slow steady sucking
while her son lavished wet sticky attention to her tits.  Her husband had
her panties pulled aside and he was using his tongue to lavish attention on
her shaved pussy lips.

As the photographer was pulling his shirt over his head he began to work
his hips, sliding his fat cock in and out of Cheryl's drooling mouth.  When
he threw the shirt to the side he said,

"Jerry, I think it's time to get your clothes off, you'll feel much more
comfortable."

Jerry stood up straight and looked at the nearly naked man who had his huge
dick in his mother's mouth and nodded.  It was warm under these lights and
being naked should feel cooler.  Off came the sweater and shirt, then his
slacks, showing his tighty whities with a serious bulge.  Then he pulled
his tee shirt off over his head.  His chest was just starting to show a
little definition and not a trace of hair.  The two pink nipples were
smallish but hard.  Then he pushed down his briefs and his hard cock popped
out to stand straight up and proud.  It looked like it was close to five
inches long, with a tapered head, smooth balls and only a light touch of
hair.  The photographer smiled.

"Jerry, I think your dad would appreciate some help getting his clothes
off."

Jerry nodded and walked around the bench, his cock bouncing as he did.  He
bent down and pulled off his dad's shoes, then his socks.  He reached
underneath and began to undo the belt.  Next came the button and zipper.
He pulled on the waist band and got the pants down to his Dad's knees.
While Dad was tonguing Mom's pussy, he was able to lift one knee and then
the other so that his son could get the pants all the way off.  To get at
the shirt he lay on the floor on his back and worked on the shirt buttons
from below.  He also saw how his Dad's cock was sticking out of the slit in
his boxers.

He noticed immediately that it wasn't nearly as big as the one the
photographer was pumping in and out of his mom's mouth, but it did look
like it was good size.  He reached up and gave it a tug and heard his dad
murmur into his mom's pussy.  But his dad needed to be naked so he took
hold of his boxers and pushed them down, again getting them past the man's
knees one at a time.  Then they were off.  The tee shirt was going to be
trickier.  He didn't think his mom would want her pussy licking to be
interrupted but he didn't see any other way so he grabbed the lower edge
and pushed it up until it was bunched around the man's neck.  Jerry pulled
him back by the shoulder, slipped off the shirt and then pushed his head
back into his mom's pussy.

Now his dad was naked and he wondered what he should do next.  He saw that
his mom still had the green skirt on and that didn't seem right, so he
stood up and walked back around behind her, his cock still bouncing.  He
watched for a while as she sucked and slobbered all over that really big
dick.  It was even bigger than the one he saw his gym teacher had when he
snuck a look in the shower room at school.  He looked down at his mom's
skirt and saw the clasp and zipper.  Easy peasy.  He crouched down and
carefully undid the clasp and then pulled the zipper down as best he could.
He then figured it should come up over her head to avoid interrupting his
mom getting her pussy licked.

He started to tug and Mom felt it so she put her hands on the bench and
pushed up so that it would slide up her thighs and over her hips.  It was a
tad tight and took some effort but he finally got it up.  Then it had to
get past her tits and that took a bit.  Finally he tugged her sideways off
the photographer's dick.  She held he arms up and he slid off the skirt and
tossed it out of the way.  He liked the way her shoulders and back looked
so he began to kiss them as he reached around and began to fondle her heavy
tits.  Mom went back to that massive dick, licking the underside and then
the heavy hanging balls.

Dad helped this time by grabbing her panties and pulling them off her legs.
Then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and he began to vigorously
tongue fuck her pussy.

"Jerry, I think your dad could use some attention," the photographer said.

Jerry stood up and looked first at his dad's naked back and ass, then at
the hard cock that was dripping with his mom's spit.  He reached out and
stroked the thick wet shaft and then fondled the heavy balls.  He was
thinking it was an odd thing to do, playing with a strange man's dick and
balls, but at the moment he didn't really care.  Then he remember his dad
and he walked around the back of the photographer, let his cock head drag
across the back of the man's hairy thighs.

When he got to his dad he knelt down next to him and began to run his hands
over his bare back and then his ass, which had a fine covering of hair on
the cheeks.  He also took the time to rub his mom's legs, but she was
having two men play with her so his dad should have his attention.  He got
down on the floor and on to his back and slid under his dad.  He saw that
nice sized dick sticking out over the hanging ball sack.  He reached up and
began to stroke it.  It felt good.  He also began to stroke his own dick
and that felt good too.  He decided that playing with hard dicks was a lot
of fun.

He wiggled in a bit more and by lifting his head he was able to get his
lips on his dad's dick so he could lick and suck on the head.  It must be a
nice cock because the couple of times he had come down to crouch by the
bedroom door to listen to his parents fuck while he stroked his dick, he
had heard his mother say things like, 'oh Chuck, I love your cock' and 'oh,
baby, fuck me with that thick dick'.

His dad must have liked what he was doing because he pulled his knees in
and lowered his hips so that his son could get more of his dick into the
boy's mouth.  For the next fifteen minutes or so, the oral fest continued.
The photographer was able to kick his pants the rest of the way off so that
everyone was naked, but for the sexy looking stockings that Mom was
wearing.  He finally thought it was time for a change.

"Okay, family, time to change things up.  Jerry, sit on the end of the
bench there, with your legs on either side.  Dad, you lay down on your
back, your head between Jerry's legs.  Mom, you straddle dad's hips and sit
down on his hard dick."

The family pulled away from each other and began to arrange themselves as
directed.  Jerry wound up with his balls resting against his dad's head,
his cock pointing up at his chin.  Dad had his legs on either side of the
bench and Mom was standing over his hips, holding his fat dick upright.
She bent her knees until the head of his dick was just touching her pussy
and then she rubbed the head up and down a few times before she pressed
down and hissed as her shaved lips parted and she made the slow journey
down until he was completely inside her.  She stayed down and wiggled her
hips.  The photographer said,

"Mom, it looks like your boy's cock needs some love."

Cheryl smiled and leaned forward, her tits pressing into her husband's
chest and she took hold of her son's cock and stroked it a few times and
then began to lick the head before popping it into her mouth.  Jerry let
his head drop back as his cock was sucked for the first time.  Mom had a
nice rhythm going as she fucked her husband's cock and sucked her son's.
Her position also exposed her asshole and it twitched as she fucked.  The
photographer reached to a small shelf and took down a small tube of gel
lube and he proceeded to smear it first on her asshole and then on his
cock.

Once he was slippery he straddled the bench so he was standing behind Mom
and he bent his knees and brought the massive head down to touch the slick,
twitching hole.  He rubbed the head around the ring and then began to push
in.  At first the ring wouldn't open but he felt her wiggle her ass and
push back, both to fuck her husband and to encourage the photographer.  Mom
thought she must be some kind of whore for wanting a big cock in her ass to
go with the fat one in her pussy and the smooth tasty one in her mouth.
She thought of the first time she had done this with three black lineman in
college, but this felt different.

When the fat head pushed past the tight ring, she groaned.  When the shaft
started to enter she lifted her head and hissed.

"Jerry, help your mother get your cock back in her mouth.  That's it."

Jerry put his hands on the back of his Mom's head and gently guided it back
to his dripping dick.  Dad's hips began to push up to help fuck Mom while
his hands played with the sides of her tits.  The photographer continued to
push in and he had to admit to his surprise when his balls bottomed out
against the base of Dad's dick.  He thought he couldn't have been the first
big cock she had taken this way.  With his hands on her hips he began to
work he ass with long, slow, deep thrusts.  She was groaning around her
son's cock and the boy was obviously ecstatic.  He wondered who would shoot
their load first.  He wanted to make this the first money shot for the
video.

"Dad, Jerry, if you're going to cum, let us know. We want to see it."

It took another five minutes but Jerry finally grunted,

"Fuckkkk, I'm gonna shoot."

Then he pulled out and proceeded to fire off several heavy loads over his
mother's head to land on her back.  The photographer smiled and thought,
'thank god for teenage boys'.  He continued to fuck Cheryl's ass who in
turned fucked her husband until she stiffened and screamed out an orgasm.
Dad apparently couldn't take anymore and he yelled,

"I'm going to cum."

The photographer pulled on the hips of the still cumming mom and Dad's dick
slipped out so that he wound up shooting his substantial load up onto his
belly and lower chest.  He pulled back and then eased her down so that she
could begin cleaning up her husband's cumshot while he continued to fuck
her ass.  Jerry was still sitting and watching what his mom was doing and
it looked interesting so he leaned over his father's head and applied his
tongue to the small puddle of cum.  It was tangy with a bit of salt, but it
was good so he helped his mother clean up.  The photographer began to pound
his cock harder and faster until with a yell, he pulled his huge dick out
of Mom's ass and with two strokes, he fired long, thick streams that wound
up hitting Mom's hair and back or onto Dad's chest.  Jerry began to lick up
the sticky mess and crawled forward to get at what was on his mother's
back.

"Oh, very nicely done, family.  I think one more set of poses and we can
wrap this up.  Mom, on your back on the bench. Dad, straddle her head and
get your face down into that pussy.  Now, Jerry, I have a special pose for
you.  Get behind your dad.  Take some of this lube and get your Dad's
asshole nice and slippery. I'll take care of your cock."

He put lube on Dad's asshole and had Jerry start rubbing it in.  Then he
applied some to Jerry's cock and began to stroke it.  It had only softened
a little, another reason to love teen age boys.  When Jerry was hard and
slippery enough, he directed the cock head to Dad's asshole.

"Okay, Jerry, start to push your hips forward.  That's it.  See how the
head is disappearing.  Just keep pushing."

As his son's cock began to slide into his ass, Dad was thinking this was
something new, but it felt good and so he continued to attack his wife's
pussy and loosened asshole with his tongue.  She was sucking his cock,
tasting her juices and the last of his cum.

"That's it, Jerry, get your cock all the way into your dad's ass, then pull
back and push in again.  Fuck that ass."

The photographer got behind Jerry and pushed him forward to bend over his
dad's back.  He took some lube and rubbed it over and into the exposed pink
asshole.  He added more, and then liberally coated his own cock.  He stuck
a slick finger into the boy's ass and felt him push forward, hard into his
dad's ass.  After a bit, he added a second finger which caused the boy to
moan loudly.  He stroked the fingers in for a while more.  Feeling he had
done what he could to loosen up the virgin ass he put his bloated head to
the hole and began to push in.  Jerry grunted and tried to move forward but
his dad's ass was in the way, which meant his own dick pushed harder into
his dad, who grunted into Mom's pussy.

When the head finally pushed in Jerry shouted,

"Oh, fuck!"

As the shaft followed the head into the boys tight virgin ass, Jerry fell
forward onto his dad's back, which caused more of the older man's dick to
slide into Mom's mouth.  Deep throating the smaller dick was easier now.
His balls were resting on her face as she sucked.

The photographer let this go on for another fifteen minutes, during which
he was able to get his massive cock all the way up inside the boy's ass,
which left the youngster limp on his dad's back.  So he worked his arms
around the boy's chest and pulled him up against himself.

"Okay, Mom and Dad, switch places."

Cheryl rolled off the bench and Chuck got on his back. She straddled his
head and put her pussy on his mouth and then bent down to swallow his cock.

"Alright, Jerry, get your dick inside your mom's ass.  Fuck her until
you're ready to blow your load."

Jerry grabbed her hips and put the head of his cock to her asshole and
began to push.  Since he was much smaller than the photographer and she had
already been stretched, it didn't take much for his cock to make its way up
inside her ass.  But it still felt incredible and he closed his eyes as his
hips began to pump back and forth.  This moved Jerry's ass along the
photographer's massive shaft and the combination had his balls pulled up
tightly.  The studio was filled with the sounds of fucking, sucking and
licking.  Since everyone had already had their first orgasm, it took some
time for the second round of money shots to begin.  Dad was the first as he
pushed back hard against Jerry and began to spew his load into Cheryl's
waiting mouth.

The taste of her husband's cum was enough to push her over the edge and she
screamed as her body went stiff and she wound up spitting a lot of Chuck's
cum out onto her neck and chest.  The photographer withdrew his slicked up
fire hose and allowed it to shoot where ever it wanted to.  His second load
wasn't as big as the first, but it still had plenty of punch behind it, so
the long streamers of cum landed on both Jerry and his Dad.  When he was
done pumping out his load, the photographer grabbed Jerry around the waist,
pulled him back out of his dad's ass and proceeded to jerk the boy off
until he fired his healthy young load all over his father's ass.

When every one was done cumming, pumping and spasming, the photographer
stood back and said,

"Alright, family, that was fantastic.  Now, before we finish I'd like to
get some still poses so why don't we clean up a bit first."

He pointed to a small table near the back wall that had some paper towels
and a small bowl of water.  Mom, dad and son stood around the table helping
each other clean off the various cum loads, taking the opportunity to
fondle various body parts, all the while smiling that same small smile.
The photographer cleaned himself up at his own little spot and then called
them back.

"Okay, can I have you three stand in front of the bench, right, Mom in the
middle, Dad and Jerry close in on each side.  Okay, Mom, take hold of one
cock in each hand and hold it like you're stroking them.  Fellas, put an
arm around Mom's back and each take a hold of one of those nice big tits.
That's it."

While the three stood there he took a few shots with the digital camera,
then he had Mom crouch down, holding the head of each cock to the side of
her mouth, her tongue extended.  Then it was time for Dad and Jerry to move
in closer so that the undersides of their cocks were pressed together with
her tongue lying on top of the heads.  Jerry and Dad took this opportunity
to share a tongue kiss.

"Okay, now, Mom, you stand and turn sideways facing Dad.  Fellas, you
crouch down and Dad, start licking Mom's pussy, Jerry you start licking
your Mom's asshole.  That's right, use your hands on her to hold on, but
don't block your face.  Excellent.  What great models you are."

After taking half a dozen shots from various angles, it was time to change
them around so that Jerry was on his knees with his Dad's dick in his mouth
while Mom attacked Dad's stretched asshole with her tongue.  Then they did
a three way spooning, with Mom in front, Jerry in the middle, his hard dick
pressed in between Mom's ass cheeks, and then Dad behind with his cock
pressed against Jerry's ass.  Jerry had one hand full of Mom's tits and his
other down in between her thighs, playing with her pussy.  Several more
combinations were caught on camera until once more setting the camera on
automatic, he entered the frame, so to speak, so that each of the family
members could get a mouthful of his cock recorded for posterity.

Jerry was the last to pose and when that was finished, the photographer
said,

"Alright, family, lets get dressed so we can finish this up."

It took maybe five minutes for the guys to get dressed and another ten for
Mom to be happy with how she looked to include a fully buttoned blouse.
When they were done and seated, the photographer went and snuffed out the
incense sticks in a little bowl of sand and threw the switch to start a
ventilating fan that soon had all the fumes sucked out of the room.

"Okay, family, just one more pose and we'll be done.  All three standing
please, Mom in the middle, Dad to the right, Jerry to the left.  Arms
around each other, and for a big smile say 'All done!'.  Yes, excellent."

The photographer could tell from the blinking eyes and more alert
expression that the family was fully in the here and now.  He walked up
smiling and said,

"That was fantastic.  I'm very happy with what we did her this evening and
I'm sure you will be too once you see the proofs.  I should have them in
just a few days.  I'll send you a note when they are available.  Mom and
Dad, you really looked fantastic.  So I'd like you to know, that we do
glamour shots here, if you ever thought you might like to give Dad
something special for an anniversary or birthday."

"Hmm," Mom began, "I'm not one for showing off in public, but I have though
about it.  Jerry, honey, why don't you wait out front while you're Dad and
I have a chat with the photographer."

Jerry shrugged, wondering if this day was ever going to end.  Before he
stepped through the curtained doorway he looked back at the three adults,
who were leafing through the pages of a large photo album.  He shrugged
again and went into the lobby. As he stood looking at the photos on the
wall he thought that this guy needed to do something about the cushions on
that bench.  He wasn't sure how long they had been sitting, but his ass was
really sore.