I’ll be taking a more series-focused approach, so I’ve decided to put my standalone stories in on collection.

Enjoy!

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.”

She smirked. “He was a dick. Don’t worry about it.” Her hand brushed my arm as she turned. “Come.” She guided me toward the curved staircase.  “We’ve got time to warm up before the cameras roll.”

Her hips led me behind her effortless strut. I listened to the silk whisper with each step, the fabric creasing between her thick thighs, teasing her round swell from behind her.

“Almost there...”

A part of me knew something was off.

This place was luxury.

What more could she need from porn?

The staircase opened onto a long hall. The walls were lined with photos of her, the frames bulky and tall, dedicated to Vanessa’s love for her own body, from lingerie, to topless on a beach, to laughing with two younger women I assumed were her daughter.

One painting dominated the far wall, her form reclining on velvet, legs crossed, breasts proudly on display, as her nipples sat dark and stiff, watching me with a smile that made my cock twitch before we entered her room.

“Tada!”

It was all mirrors and soft light. The king-sized bed sat draped in white sheets. Her ring lights were already set up, pressed into the corner behind her mounted camera.

“What’d you think?” She let her robe fall as she walked to the bed. She revealed the rest of herself with ease, wide hips, a tight stomach, her thighs thick enough to squeeze everything she needed from my cock.

“It’s uh- You’ve got a good set-up here.”

She winked. She let the robe pool at her feet. “So... I was thinking about something a little taboo for us to shoot.” She crept towards me, before touching my chest. “Something a little spicy.” Her voice dropped similar to Mom’s on the couch, a quiet whisper as though someone was watching. “Mommy and her big, strong son. He comes home from college, catches her alone, but can’t help himself, and fucks her brains out.”

A heat gripped my throat. “Yeah- I- I- can definitely do that.” The thought swelled in my groin, then mind, the incestuous image running back and forth, and back again.

“Good.” She kissed my cheek. “Let’s make something worth sharing.” She climbed onto the bed, swaying her ass high as she did, crawling like a cat on the silk sheets, before turning to show me her cunt. “Strip and let Mommy see what she’s getting.”

I peeled off my shirt, shorts, and boxers. I let her scent guide me to the edge of the bed, my cock already hard from the walk upstairs.

She looked over her shoulders, and licked her lips. Her eyes raked over me with antiquating, landing at my shaft, as I stepped behind her, as my cock glided against her ass, as the soft treat between her legs kissed against my tip.

“Fuck... Your mother wasn’t lying.” She patted the bed, before I could enter fully. “Come here. Show Mommy how much you missed her.”

I did as she asked, and lay down beside her.

She mounted me with ease, her tongue wet with need, as it plunged into my mouth, mixing and wine against my taste buds. “Let’s see what you can do with that fat cock of yours.” She lowered until her weight settled into my frame. Her breasts pooled against my chest, dragging her nipples across my skin.

Your mother wasn’t lying.

The words deeper into my subconscious.

The implications of it.

The possibilities...

The idea Mom had spoken about my cock with this woman.

Vanessa’s heat brought me back to the moment. “That’s it, baby...” She hummed against my tongue. “You’re mine...” Her hand roamed along my chest, then stomach, then shaft, squeezing my cock with a firm, possessive grip. “All mine...”

She pushed me flat, and straddled me proper. The weight of her tits swayed against me, smothering me in her mature form, as her cunt took me into a soft velvet. Each inch of her was tighter than the last, each one squeezing me, tugging me, guiding me beneath her folds, as lust dripped from her lips. “Fill Mommy up.”

I gripped her hips and dug my thumbs into her flesh. I felt her roll against me, the warm gift like so many times before, soft, unnerving, her clit rubbing against the pubes of her friend’s son.

I thrust up and listened to that sound of her wet suction. I did it again, then again, then again, my hips playing a melody for the screen, her walls gripping me tight, her wetness dribbling onto my balls.

“Ohhh, you fucking-” She leaned forward, and her breasts smothered me completely. I caught her nipple between my lips, the hard knub like a special treat, drawing me in to the flavor of her skin.

“That’s it, baby!” She cried out, as I bit and sucked, and rolled it against my tongue.  “Suck Mommy’s tits. Take me like your father never could.”

Sweat bloomed across her collarbone. The scent mixed with a feminine urge that radiated from her pores, a wild scent that drew me deeper, harder, harsher against her form.

“Only you- Only you can...” She rambled on about a world I didn’t understand. She taunted her divorced husband. She ridiculed him for the camera, bragging about the son they never had, how she got to fuck him in his home, how a cock was stretching her more than he ever could.

In that moment, I realized what this was.

“Harder, Baby! Show him! Show him what he’s missing!”

This was no longer role play. She was taking revenge, using her body to taunt the man who’d escaped her, his polished ex-wife split open on younger cock, unravelling in ways he never drew from her.

“Fuck me like he never could!”

The truth should have forced me to stop.

“Take me! Fucking take me away from h-”

My aggression only grew deeper...

I gripped her ass, and let my fingers sink into her cheeks. I pulled her down on me with a wild force, my cock piercing her deepest spots, her voice drowning out my grunts, raw and impassioned, like a woman gone mad with excitement.

“Take it!” This was the closure she needed. “Take it, please!” It was a deep, wet display of the woman she could be, a woman who had it all, a woman who needed more, as her rhythm turned harsher, and faster, and wetter, as her body grew wilder, and more restless, filling her room with the echoes of her lust.

“Fuck!”

She straightened her back, and braced against my chest for leverage.

“Fuck you!”

She dug her nails into my skin, her fervor clear in the stride of her hips, her frustration deep in each move, lifting and slamming in one slick plunge. “Ohhhh. Honey, I’m-” Her cunt fluttered around me. “Baby, You’re gonna make me cum!”

A vivid flash cut through my mind without warning. I imagined Mom in that gray tank top last night, her nipples piercing through the thing fabric, her words of approval ringing through my mind.

That’s my son.

I groaned out, as my hands slid to catch Vanessa’s breasts, the soft fat filling into my palm.

You’re great at what you do.

I squeezed hard enough to feel her heartbeat, the ecstatic pounding, the stiffness of her nipples complimenting my assault.

“Yes!”

Her body surrendered completely.

“I’m- I’m-”

Her stomach pressed against mine. Her thick thighs jiggled on every bounce, showing me what a real woman felt, a mature woman, a woman the same age as my mother. She kissed my neck, then cheek, then traced my earlobe with her tongue.

I snapped hips upward in a punishing rhythm. She gasped each time I bottomed out, her head falling back, her dark hair whipping through the air. “Yes. Fuck. Give it to Mommy. Harder. Don’t stop. I’m cumming! I’m-”

The pressure coiled tight in my balls, as my orgasm met hers. I thrust relentlessly through it, deep, fast, claiming the cunt of this rabid creature.

“Yeeeess!” Her walls spasmed violently around my force. Her pussy tensed, then fluttered, then released, the stages repeating in an intoxicating dance, milking me in wild, greedy pulses.

I let myself go, and joined her there. A hot wave of cum shot through me, jetting into her with thick spurts, desperately painting her walls in a stream of white, my mind still imagining Mom as she crumbled against me.

“That was amazing...” She panted against my neck, chuckling in a satisfied bliss. “You really went for it, huh?”

I stared up at the ceiling as my mind circled on one thought.

The thought of Mom.

Of wanting her to see what I’d just done.

“Can I take the video home with me?”

Vanessa slid her hips forward, and soaked in my softening cock. “Of course you can...”

A blue glow spilled from the big screen. Mom had curled up on the couch, her form draped in a plain white tee, nipples already hard, as the fabric cupped tight across her chest. She sat there with a clear impatience, blanket over her lap, the press of her thighs apparent beneath its cover.

“You ready?” I asked.

Mom nodded, as I queued the raw file Vanessa had sent me. My thumb hovered over play.

“Wait,” She held my wrist, a nervous tinge in her tone. A deep pink rushed across her face, and neck, and chest. “God, just thinking about it. You with Vanessa... Because of me.”

“We don’t have to watch if you don’t want to?”

She shook her head. “No. No. It’s just-” She loosened her grip around my wrist. “I didn’t think it’d be so overwhelming, ya know? This all happening because I set it up...” She laughed, this time a quiet whisper to herself. “It’s really fucked up when I think about it.”

I couldn’t agree more...

I found myself holding my breath, and leaned back into the couch. There was a strange pervasion in it we’d never explored. I could feel it swelling in my cock, a deep hunger that just wanted to be set free, to show her how good I made her friend feel, how effortless it was, how proud she could be in knowing what I’d done.

I reached for the remote again, and adjusted my shorts. A wave of nostalgia hit me, the first time I told her what I did, the glee in her eyes, the hug she gave me, the sound of her voice as she proclaimed how proud of me she was.

We’d come so far.

Why couldn’t we take things even further?

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it.” I hit play, and watched as the scene opened up before us. Vanessa appeared in her silk robe, unaware of how focused I was on her ass.

I felt Mom push up against me as the scene continued. Vanessa let the robe fall, her heavy breasts swaying in the light, her dark nipples stiff for her young lover. “Show Mommy how much you missed her.”

Mom’s fingers tightened on the edge of the blanket. Vanessa climbed on top of me on screen. She lowered her hips, and took me in. She did all the things I remembered, the image now a vivid picture of her round ass, the perspective so much dirtier as my cock slid between her pink slit, as the premise dawned from her voice, calling for her son, telling him that mommy felt good around his shaft.

“That’s it, baby!”

Mom’s focus was completely captured. She sat a deep red, her nipples straining, body contorting as though the image would swallow her whole.

The sound of sex filled the room completely. There was nothing but feigned incest blaring from speakers, the call of two lovers a dirty mix, drowning us in its moans, and claps, and grunts, in the weight of a mother being fucked, of her greedy mouth spewing her perversions towards the camera.

“Fuck your mommy, harder, baby!”

Mom’s breathing matched the rhythm of Vanessa’s. Her ass was so hypnotic on screen, the control of it, the tightness of her waist, the force she used to bump me against every nerve. “Nobody does it better than you!” Vanessa’s voice broke, and I felt Mom shudder beside me. “Nobody!”

Mom’s jaw dropped without her noticing. She ground herself on instinct, her thighs clamping shut, replicating Vanessa’s hips, her empathy too strong with the woman on screen.

Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then lingered on my lips. “Have you ever masturbated to these?” Her voice came to me in a muted tone, barely audible beneath Vanessa’s moans. “To your own videos?”

I hesitated. “Once.”

She scooted closer, her thigh brushing mine under the blanket, her heat pouring off her skin, taunting me, telling me to just turn over and kiss her to the sounds of her friend being taken.

“That’s it, baby. Fill Mommy up.”

“Fuck your mommy like he never could.”

Vanessa’s tits bounced, as her ass jiggled, and her cunt gripped tight around me.

My mind spun wild in an absurd haze, flooded by a series of questions.

Had Mom masturbated too?

Had she watched my videos over?

Had she thought about me when she came?

I pictured her upstairs in her bed. I imagined her fingers slipping between her thighs, her soft gasps escaping, her mind running wild with imagines her own son’s cock.

My on-screen thrusts turned brutal, my hips barrelling into Vanessa’s weight, her body slamming down into mine, hard and fast, and rabid, rough and wet, and raw, both of us cumming in a reckless display.

“Oh my gosh...” Mom let out an involuntary gasp. The words sounded more like a moan, more like a stretch of pleasure, more like she was joining us in the climax.

“Fuuuck!” Vanessa came, as my cum spurted into her womb.

We both watched as it overflowed from her cunt, the white sheen stretching along my shaft, the weight of it clear for the camera, before the frame paused, and left us in silence.

Mom’s eyes locked onto the image. “Wow... That was-” She couldn’t look away. “That was better than I expected.”

I swallowed, a new thought building in my mind. “Maybe you could come help out on the next one.”

“Really?” She stared at me for what felt like forever, her eyes peering deep into my soul. “I’d like that.” She leaned forward, and our lips met, the motion sudden, my body unwilling to retreat, absorbed by the feeling of her soft lips, of the way they parted mine, searching for my tongue in a warm thank-you against my taste buds.

“I-” She pulled back. “I don’t know where that came from.” We both went still, the shock hitting at how natural it felt.

“It’s okay,” I said quickly. My heart hammered wild in my chest. “It’s nothing. Just- we got caught up in the moment.”

Neither of us moved.

The air between us felt thicker than it ever had before.

The mall hummed with a mid-afternoon energy, the soft chatter echoing off high ceilings, the light slanting through massive skylights, as me and Vanessa went shopping for our next scene.

She moved with that confident strut I’d come to love. Her hips swayed as I followed her, skin-tight white jeans cupping her round ass, the fabric stretching to accommodate her form.

“And this one...” She reached over, and slung a few sets over her arm. She scanned the lingerie section with a serious glare, her mood the most serious I’d seen from her. “You’re awfully quiet today, handsome.” She turned over her shoulder, and passed me the pile. 

I took it, slinking the fabric against my arm. “Just enjoying the view. Taking it all in.”

She chuckled, then pressed her hand against my chest. “Keep that up, and they’ll have to tear me off of you.”

“Counting on it.”

She smiled. “Here.” She pulled a sheer black dress off the rack and held it up against her frame. “What’d you think?” The fabric looked translucent against her. I imagined it clinging to every swell and dip of her body, the stiffness of her nipples poking through, the feeling of it rubbing against my chest, as she climbed me for a second time.

“It suits you.”

Her eyes softened. “Good.” She placed it over my arm with the others. “Because my daughter is joining us for the next video.”

“What?” I felt my heart skip, a mild confusion by how casually she said it. “Your daughter?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She took the dress back. “You know what? Maybe we could go with something lighter.” She hung it on the rack, then moved to another. “She’s been curious about what I’m doing, and I thought why not show her...”

“But it’s your daughter.”

“And?” A pink lingerie set caught her eye. She curled her finger, as strutted towards it. “She’s twenty-one, gorgeous, got those same curves I had at her age. I think you’ll like her.”

My cock hardened at the thought, a mother and daughter side by side, their bodies pressed together just for me. “You’re okay with that?”

Her smile twisted into a devious grin. She grabbed me at my waist. “I want you to fuck us both on camera.” She pressed her lips against my ear, explaining the twisted fantasy that ran through her mind. “I come home to find my daughter’s boyfriend all alone, just itching to fuck my pretty little princess. I bend over the kitchen counter, my skirt hiked up, begging for her man to stretch my neglected cunt.”

“And then?”

I felt her smile against my cheek. “Then she comes home and sees us. She wants to be upset, but she knows what I’m like.” Her hand trailed towards my belt. “She knows Mommy is just like her, a slut, something we both can’t control about ourselves any more than we could stop breathing...”

The image burned as a vivid film in my mind. I could almost taste it, the scent of them both smothering me, their breasts, their kisses, their hands roaming my cock, fighting for space along my shaft, as the world disappeared around me.

I had no idea how long I could last in that scenario.

I didn’t care...

Vanessa tilted her head, and studied my response. “You like that idea, don’t you?” Her hand drifted to my crotch, the delicate touch of her light through my jeans, before my girth stood beneath her fingers. “Guess I didn’t need to ask.”

“It’s got real potential, but...”

“But?”

“I’m pretty sure it’ll get us banned.”

She smiled wider. “Then it’ll just have to be our little secret then, won’t it?”

I nodded, my mind trapped, desperate to see how far she’d take me.

“Now help me pick outfits for us. I want something matching for me and her. A little subtle first, like we are just lounging around the house. Then one that really does it, you know? Something that only moms wear in porn.”

We continued on our endless browsing, our fingers intertwined, as she ran her thumb against my knuckles. We moved from rack to rack. We passed silk camisoles in blush pink. We passed lace-trimmed shorts that would ride high on her thick thighs, sheer babydoll gowns, their necklines plunging, the fabric so clear it’d never contain the weight of her breasts.

She held each one to her body, and told me their name. It felt more like a fashion show, her descriptions vivid, the benefits clear on her tongue, telling me exactly how they would fit, exactly where I would hold, exactly how I could strip it off of her for the camera.

There was nothing I could do.

I just nodded along, wanting to see it all...

“This one,” She pulled a pale pink set from the display. It was a tiny lace bralette, tight waist, a matching thong just slim enough to disappear between her cheeks. “For the opening scene. Innocent vibes at first.”

I had no idea how she saw that as innocent. 

She draped it over my arm.

“And for the second one...” She picked out a short black satin slip. The deep plunge would frame her tits like pillows, two soft cushion to smother me against her. “For when things heat up.”

I nodded and added them to the growing pile in my arms. The scent of fresh fabric mixed with the images in my mind, both of them in the pink sets, both kneeling on the bed, backs arched, asses up, my cock ready to choose, before switching between them both.

It took everything in me to not pull her out of the store. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to ease the throbbing in my shorts. “And the third?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It needs to be special. Really stand out.”

I scanned across the store, until something caught my eye. It sat on a mannequin near the back, the fabric a deep green lace, high-cut legs that would show off her thighs, sheer panels that stretched thin over breasts and cunt, the straps dangling over her ass.

It looked too expensive for one shoot. It looked like something a woman wears for her lover, something to be cherished, to go round after round, before she ended up pregnant. I could see it forming an addiction, turning a mature body into a sexual object, the crotch clear enough to see the wetness between her legs.

I strolled over, and found one off the rack. The delicate material radiated potential beneath my fingers. “This one.”

Vanessa squinted. She took it from me and held it up against her chest. “Hmm...” She hummed. “Get it in two sizes. One for me. One for her. We’ll match when we tag-team you.”

I chuckled at her blunt tone, then grabbed the tags and found the next size up. I imagined it stretched tight over Vanessa’s breasts. I imagined both of them wearing it, crawling toward me on all fours, baring themselves for their man.

“It’s a little expensive though...”

She laughed again. “Don’t worry about a thing, handsome. My ex-husband’s paying for it anyways.”

We made our way, and payed for everything we wanted. Vanessa swiped her card, bags filled, as the “special” set went into a separate bag.

Vanessa took it from the counter, turned, then pressed it firm into my hands. “Take this home with you,” She leaned in, just low enough to exclude the cashier. “Give it to your mother. Tell her it is a gift from me. Something special.”

I stared down at the bag. The weight felt light but loaded. “Why?”

“We both know she’d look fucking incredible in it.” She spoke as if she knew something I didn’t. “Curves like mine. Tits spilling out. And who knows, maybe she’ll want to try it on for the camera someday. Slip into it. Feel how wet it makes her. Think about her son watching.” She pulled back and her face turned to a soft innocence. “Now let’s go make some money, handsome.”

Her arm looped through mine, as I stood there in shock.

Had Mom confessed something I didn’t know?

Was she ready to be a star?

Ready to be mine on camera...

The kitchen light cast a warm spill across the hallway tiles. Mom walked ahead, balancing the big glass bowl of popcorn like an offering. Her midnight-blue robe swayed loose with every step, the thin silk kissing against her skin, clinging just enough to trace the generous curve of her ass.

I followed close behind, my eyes locked low. I watched the way her hips rolled naturally, her pale thighs flashing, the soft jiggle of her cheeks visible beneath the dim light flickering from the living room. “You’re really going to like this one.” I said.

She bent slow to set the bowl on the low coffee table. “Oh really?” Her back arched, as her robe stretched tight over her ass. “No hints... I want it to be a surprise.” She sat down on the couch, the messy bun in her hair highlighting her natural beauty.

She patted the space beside her. “You going to sit? Or you just gonna stand there gawking at my legs?” Her voice left her in a playful tease, the anticipation clear behind her smile.

“Right... Sorry.”

I dropped onto the couch beside her, and let her throw the blanket over our laps. The lingerie bag still sat upstairs. I couldn’t give it to her, not yet, not before I knew what Vanessa was talking about.

I grabbed the remote. “You know what we talked about?”

Mom furrowed her brow.

“About you- Ya know? About you helping out?”

She nodded.

“I booked a scene tomorrow... if you’re still interested?”

A stark pride filled her eyes. “Of course I am.” She leaned forward to adjust the blanket. Her breasts shifted heavy under the robe, nipples outlined faintly through the silk as the fabric pulled tight. “Now give me that.” She took the remote. “Let’s see what you’ve got in store for me.”

The screen flared to life. Vanessa’s living room appeared again, the wide windows letting in a soft glow, as she sat beside me in a short black robe. Her hand slid straight to my lap on screen. Her fingers curled around the thick bulge in my jeans and stroked slow through the denim.

I turned to Mom, and saw the look of caution across her face. She held her lips perched, her eyes faint squints, still staring, still absorbed at what her friend might do to her son.

Vanessa smiled and leaned in to whisper something filthy in my ear. “She’ll never know.” The camera didn’t pick it up, but I remembered; the way her lips brushed against my skin, the heat of it, her tongue flicking out just enough to feel it touch my ear.

She unzipped me, as if opening a gift for the camera. She pulled my cock free, letting my shaft sit proud, and tall, and veined, and leaking, ready from our time at the mall.

Mom sucked in a sharp breath when she saw it. She leaned forward, as her friend’s hand wrapped around her son, as she held me, then tugged me, then jerked me, wringing ever bit of pleasure from my now throbbing cock, her hand like that of an artist, doting over her crafting again, and again, and again.

Vanessa’s daughter, Morgan, strolled on screen. “Mom? What are you doing!” Her acting was what you’d expect from a pornstar, her movements unrealistic, heightened by her need to show her ass, and long, toned legs to the camera.

Vanessa didn’t stop stroking. She just looked at her, a bright smile at her young daughter, peering between her chest, then legs, then back again. “Baby, you’re home early.”

Mom’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. She shifted forward, her cleavage rising and falling in a desperate rhythm. I noticed the exact moment she realized who that was, the tensing in her shoulder, the laxing of her jaw, an attempted smile she seemed to resist. “Is that-”

“Shh,” I placed my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her back into the couch.  “It gets better.”

Morgan’s gaze dropped to where her mother’s hand held me. A soft gasp floated from her lips, as her feet shifted closer, her body drawn to the weight of it sticking from her palm. “Mom... You’re fucking my boyfriend?” Her voice was shallow, and unrealistic.

Vanessa laughed. “Not yet, sweetie.” She stroked me again, this time harder and firmer, this wrenching a stream of clear fluid from my tip, letting it soak into her digits, before massaging it along its skin. “But I am about to.”

The scene shifted fast from there. There was no tension, no realism, just Morgan kneeling beside her mother on the couch, their tongues out, sliding, coaxing, wetting my cock like animals desperate for their treat.

Morgan took the right, as her mother took the left. They bobbed against me without fear of what it meant, their lips touching, fighting for space, their saliva working into each other’s mouths, before meeting at my head in a sloppy kiss around my tip.

“Oh my..