"You want to see Mommy naked, baby? Your own Mommy? You want to take dirty pictures of her? Oh, you're so nasty. But I don't want to disappoint my baby. My little boy. Mommy would never want to do that." The picture he took as I whispered to him showed an expression on my face that reflected the pleasure I was feeling, and the confidence. I know now that it is the look of a woman in high sexual heat, without doubt. A liberated, free woman.

He took pictures as I stripped. I swung my hips, leered at the camera, cupped my boobs with an evil smile on my face,...