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There was nothing stranger than my mother’s pride. We sat together beneath the dim light of the living room TV, the sound of me blaring from the speakers, as her thigh pressed against mine on the couch.

“God, honey...” Mom had the remote in her lap, her eyes glued to the screen in an addicted stare. “You really do make it look easy.” Her tank-top clung to her chest in an erotic tease, her thin straps slipping against her shoulder, as the fullness of her bust held it from falling.

“You think?” I smirked, then pushed closer to her form. The video played on mute, sprawling the image of me and my co-star across the screen, our bodies moving in wild swings, legs wide for the camera, her bust heaving in the perfect showcase of my career.

“Look at you two...” A smile tugged at my mother’s cheek, her right dimple illuminated by blue light. “All that- that energy...” The words left her without caution. The moment so normal. Maybe too normal for some...

“I’m always shock how much better these get.”

A mother watching her son’s porn videos.

“Thanks.”

The both of us watching together...

She placed the remote on the side, and leaned further into the image. “It’s just...” The pixels enveloped her skin, her long black curls devoured by it, her eyes reflecting the image back to me, searing it into her vision, highlighting the blush that spread across her rounded cheeks. “You really are amazing, sweetie.”

It was my best work so far.

I knew it.

She clearly knew it too...

Her hand slipped between her legs, as the scene showed me bend over my co-star. “Do you ever-” She stopped herself, the thought cleared with a soft breath, before pulling her hand back to her side.

I took the remote, and turned up the volume. I let the sounds cut through the silence; the slaps of skin, the dirty moans, the way my co-star’s voice climbed in ecstasy, higher and higher, until the entire room swam in her lust.

“Fuck me harder!”

Mom smirked, then crossed her legs. “She has to be faking, right?”

I shrugged, watching as her tank top pulled tighter against her chest, as the strap fell slightly, as a hint of her left nipple peered out at me, hard beneath the onslaught before her. “You tell me...”

She caught me looking at her chest, but didn’t fix her top. She crossed her legs deeper instead, forcing her bust higher. “You might be too good at what you do.”

A warm heat filled my groin. “I- Uh- Thanks...”

She reached over and patted my thigh. “You’re welcome.” Her fingers lingered for a brief moment, the weight of her touch teasing me, rushing the heat directly into my cock. “Seriously, sweetie. I’m really proud you’ve found your thing.”

“Guess I’m lucky.”

“Or maybe you just love using that big cock of yours.” She stiffened, realizing what she said. She smirked, then blushed, then bit her lip. The words hung in the air, mixing with the sound from the speakers, the deep pounding, the desperate cries and grunts of a woman in bliss, of a son who knew his mother would be watching.

She bit the inside of her cheek, as her touch pulled from my thigh. Her lips gaped slowly. “You know...” She paused, and thought it over. “You know Vanessa, don’t you?”

“The one you’re always on the phone with?”

Mom nodded, a sudden hesitation in her movements. ”Well... Vanessa called me yesterday, and she’s been asking about you. A lot.”

“What kind of asking?”

The red on her cheeks deepened even further. “The professional kind. She’s...” She grabbed the remote and muted the TV. “That’s better,” Her voiced crawled to a whisper, the words too forbidden to speak. “We were talking about you, and she was wondering if you’d be interested in helping her out.”

The implication knocked me still. I didn’t know what to focus on, the fact my mother was talking about me to other people, or the knowledge she was willing to share. “For a video?”

She held my gaze, then nodded slowly. “It’s just- She’s nervous and since you already do it, I thought maybe you’d...” She paused, letting the suggestion sink in. “She’s really pretty if that’s what you’re worried about. Early forties. Curves for days. Has a really nice-”

“And you’re okay with it?”

Mom chuckled as though the question was absurd. “Honey...” She gestured to the TV, my cock pressed over my co-stars face, a stream of cum bursting across her lips. “You think I’m gonna clutch my pearls now?” She leaned closer. “I’m proud of you. Really proud, and I think you’d be someone she’d be comfortable with.”

A warm knot twisted in my throat. “I’m in.”

“Good... I’ll let her know.” She leaned back into the cushions. Her eyes returned to the screen, my co-star dressed in a mess of my making. Mom let out a quiet, appreciative hum. “See?” she murmured. “That’s my son... You’re great at what you do.”

Vanessa’s home was like something out of a dream. The front door stood surrounded by white stone columns. The entrance was a series of marble steps, wide beneath windows tall enough to see her strutting towards the door.

“Coming!” She yelled behind the glass, her figure wrapped in a cream silk robe. She pulled on the double doors, and stepped barefooted on the foyer tiles. “Hey handsome,” The deep plunge between her chest greeted me first, the fullness of them, the way her robe sat like a thin skin, fabric molding around their shape, before swelling at her waist. “You’re early.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe. “I like that...”

I stepped inside, and felt a cool breeze clear my mind. The interior was as over the top as outside, crystal chandeliers, gold-leafed mirrors, furniture that looked too perfect to sit on. “Nice place you’ve got.”

She laughed, then closed the door behind me. “Got it in the divorce.” She shrugged, then let her robe slip just enough to tease me, the dark edge of her areola like a teaser for my mind. “Half of everything, was worth the headache.”

“Sorry to hear that.”