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Mom Needs Son's Help
by Kinkybelle (kinkybelle@live.com)

***

While Dad is away, mother and son come together for a 
kinky project. (F/M-teen, underage, inc)

***

I had been wanting to ask my son for a favor, but the 
embarrassment stopped me each time I tried to bring it 
up. As Daniel finished his dinner, I served him his 
favorite dessert and prepared myself for yet another 
attempt.

"How about you?" he asked.

"I don't need the calories," I said, patting my generous 
hips for emphasis, then sat down at the table with him.

The fact of it is that I'm a big gal.

It's not that I'm grossly obese, or anything like that, 
but as my husband Bill says, I have a lot of meat on my 
bones. Which is the way he likes me. About ten years ago 
I went on an all-out health kick and lost almost thirty 
pounds. I liked the way I looked, but I was miserable 
the whole time. Bill especially hated how my boobs got 
smaller. We were both much happier after I let the diet 
go by the wayside. I slowly returned to my 'normal' 
weight, and my boobs filled out to their previously huge 
proportions.

These days I simply did my best not to over-indulge, and 
made an effort to get some exercise a few times a week. 
This seemed to strike a happy balance for everyone.

"I bought a new camera the other day," I mentioned 
conversationally.

"Cool," Daniel responded through a mouthful of banana 
cream pie.

"It's one of those fancy digital ones," I went on, 
trying to work my way toward asking about what I wanted. 
"It does video, too."

"It's about time you joined the twenty-first century," 
he laughed. "I think you're the only one who still uses 
film in your camera."

"The reason I got it," I tried to swallow away the lump 
in my throat but couldn't, "I wanted to surprise your 
father and send him a video."

"He's still coming home next month though, right?" 
Daniel's voice was anxious.

"No, honey, I talked to him on the phone yesterday and 
the company extended his contract again."

"Fuck!" He was about to pound his fist on the table, but 
he restrained himself. "Sorry, Mom." Daniel sat back in 
his chair, trying to hide how upset he was. "It's been 
over eight months. It was only supposed to be three. 
It's not fair."

I didn't realize he would miss his father so much, but 
this was the longest he'd ever been away from us, so we 
were navigating uncharted waters. Bill was a consultant 
with a security company. He told us he was working in 
Saudi Arabia, but I knew better.

"I know, I know." I patted his hand to comfort him. I 
looked at my seventeen-year-old son and even though I 
knew he was almost a man now, I could still see the 
little boy in his hurt eyes. "I miss him, too. But he'll 
be back with us safe and sound soon enough, you can 
count on it."

"Can I record a message for him, too?" he asked, trying 
to put on a brave face.

"Um...sure, I think he'd like that." I felt myself 
chickening out again and forced myself to just say it. 
"I need your help, though. You know how I am with 
technical stuff."

"I swear I'm going to teach you how to work the remote 
for the TV before I die," he teased and returned to the 
last of his dessert.

I got caught up, as I often do, in admiring my boy. He 
was wearing his hair short these days. I missed the 
curly brown mess he'd had all through high school, but 
the new style did make him look more mature. He kept his 
handsome face clean-shaven, like his father. There were 
some faint scars from a bad case of acne when he was 
younger, but he wore them well and it gave him a 
somewhat rugged edge. When my gaze fell to his broad 
shoulders, as it always seemed to, the attraction 
shifted dangerously close to that of a woman rather than 
a mother. I snapped myself out of my brief reverie 
before it could go any further.

"Go ahead, rub it in," I said. "I just need you to set 
it up for me and show me how to make it record."

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."

"Okay, good. I'll go get it." My nerves were jangling 
all over now. I didn't have the guts to tell him the 
whole story. Maybe I could get away with not having to 
let on what I was up to. It was a long shot, but it was 
the only way I could handle moving forward with this 
foolishness.

I brought him the camera in its box. Daniel dug it out, 
put the batteries in, leafed through the manual, played 
with the settings, and in no time at all sorted the 
gizmo out. I tried to sit patiently, twirling a long 
strand of my honey-blond hair around my fingers 
nervously--a habit I'd been trying to break since I was 
a girl. Once I forced myself to stop, I instead found 
myself pacing, and wiping up messes on the kitchen 
counter that weren't there.

"All set," he announced. "Where do you want to shoot 
it?"

He followed me out of the kitchen, through the living 
room, down the hall and into my bedroom. There he saw 
the tripod I had set up by the bed.

"You want to do it in here?" He looked around a little 
confused.

I took a deep breath and fought past my embarrassment.

"Yes. Like I mentioned, I want to make a video. For my 
husband. Who I haven't been 'with' for eight months."

"Yeah, but..." I could see it suddenly dawn on him. 
"Oh."

His cheeks blushed redder than mine must have been at 
that moment. I was mortified that I had to basically 
tell my son I was trying to make a sex video for his 
father, but at the same time I couldn't help thinking 
how cute it was the way be became so flustered.

Daniel attached the camera to the tripod, and made sure 
it was properly angled toward the bed without saying a 
word.

"Press this button to start," he mumbled. "Then press it 
again when...ah...when you're done."

I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the 
cheek before he made a quick exit.

There, that was over with. Now I just had to summon the 
courage to put on a show.

I'd never done anything like this before. I hated having 
my picture taken, and I was never comfortable with 
letting Bill make a video of me naked. But this was a 
special case. He sounded so lonely and far away on the 
phone, I knew I would have to get over my self-
consciousness and do what I had to for my husband.

I changed into some revealing lingerie, fixed my hair 
and makeup, then pressed the record button. I got on the 
bed, knelt facing the camera, and started with some sexy 
poses. I rubbed my boobs and pulled at my nipples the 
way he liked. I lay back and reached down between my 
legs and played with myself. I had no idea if I was even 
still in view of the camera. It took longer than usual 
since I wasn't able to concentrate very well, but I 
finally managed to coax out a respectable little orgasm.

I blew a kiss to the camera, then hit the button to stop 
the recording.

As I put on my robe and tied the sash I realized that it 
was actually kind of fun. I felt so naughty. I wanted to 
see it! I fiddled with the camera, but couldn't figure 
out how to make the video play. I got stuck on some 
setup menu, and couldn't get it to go away.

I sighed, knowing I needed my son's help again. Daniel 
was in his room with headphones on when I found him.

"Can you show me how to play it back?" I could see the 
blush return instantly to his face, but he dutifully got 
up and followed me back to my room. "I'm sorry, honey, I 
know this is awkward. Thanks for helping me."

He pressed a few buttons, the menu disappeared and he 
had it in playback mode. He was so smart.

"Press here and it will play."

"Hold on," I said before he could leave. "Let me make 
sure I can do it. Don't look." I pressed the button he'd 
showed me. The image of my bed appeared on the little 
view screen for a second, then it stopped. "Wait, what 
happened?"

Daniel checked it. "You must have hit the record button 
twice when you started." He flipped through some 
screens. "Yeah, see here's a second video. When you hit 
the button to stop, you actually started recording 
again." He selected the second video, and there was 
suddenly an extreme close up of my left boob filling the 
view screen. "Whoops," he blurted out with surprise and 
quickly looked away.

I burst out laughing in a fit of embarrassed nerves. 
Leave it to me to screw up pressing a button. And now my 
boy had gotten an eyeful of his mom's big ol' titty. 
Could this get any more humiliating?

"Oh, well," I tried to diffuse the situation. "It's not 
like you've never see one of those before."

"I'll just erase these for you," he said with a slight 
quaver in his voice. He deleted the two files and 
returned it to record mode. "Did you want to... try 
again?"

"I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go," I joked, trying 
to play this all off as no big deal, while inside I was 
bouncing between profound discomfort and giddy 
exhilaration.

"Okay then, how about I start it recording, then you can 
call me when you're finished, and I'll come in and stop 
it. That way you don't have to do anything except... 
well... you know."

"Sounds like a plan," I said merrily. It was weird 
thinking that my son was going to be in his bedroom, 
fully aware of the fact that his mother was playing with 
herself in front of the camera a few rooms away. I was 
more than ready for round two.

Daniel reset the camera angle, pressed record, then left 
me to it.

I pretty much repeated what I had done earlier, only 
this time my orgasm came a little easier, and I felt it 
a bit more intensely for some reason. I got back into my 
robe and called Daniel. He came and stopped the 
recording.

"Did it work? Let me see it," I pestered him.

He cued up the video, pressed play and looked away 
before I appeared. I watched several seconds of my empty 
bed, then I saw myself step into the shot and look into 
the camera.

"Hi baby, I miss your cock."

I screamed! I didn't know these things played the sound, 
too!

"Cover your ears!" I yelled at Daniel.

"Press the mute button," he yelled back as he stuck his 
fingers in his ears. "Bottom left, bottom left!"

"Have you been missing your favorite girl's puss--" I 
found the button and my dirty talk was silenced. My 
heart was racing and I felt a warm flush all over.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realize..."

"It's okay," he conceded. "It's not like I've never 
heard that before."

I watched myself on the tiny screen step back away from 
the camera and get onto the bed. I started going through 
my sexy routine, but it was really dark and I was 
totally hidden in shadows.

"Does it look different on this screen than it really 
does?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's too dark, you can't see anything."

"I don't know. I can't tell without looking."

"Well...you can look if you want. There's nothing 
showing."

Daniel hesitantly looked at the video of my silhouette 
writhing suggestively. He swallowed hard and checked 
some settings.

"No, it's not the screen. I think it's because you had 
the nightstand lights on behind you, or something."

I don't know what came over me, but before I realized it 
the tears were flowing.

"Why can't I do this?" I wept and plopped down onto the 
edge of the bed. "I just want to do this for your 
father, but I'm so stupid I can't get it right. What's 
wrong with me?"

"Aw, Mom, it's nothing to cry about," Daniel said, then 
sat down and put an arm around me. "It's a tricky 
camera, it's not that easy."

"It's easy for you. I'm just a big dummy who can't even 
make a simple video myself."

"Come on, don't say that," he squeezed my shoulder and I 
could feel the strength in him. It wasn't an empty 
gesture on his part. In my moment of desperate 
vulnerability, he made me feel safe and loved. Loved in 
a way I hadn't felt for so many long months.

"I'm sorry. I'm being silly." I took a deep breath, and 
leaned my head on my son's shoulder. "He's risking so 
much and working so hard for us over there, and all I 
wanted to do was give him something that would make it a 
little easier to get through it all."

"I get it, Mom. I think it's really cool what you're 
trying to do. And I know Dad is going to love it once 
you get it sorted out."

"Maybe I should just write him a racy letter instead."

"Don't give up now. You already have the camera and 
all."

"I don't know. Even if I do get it right, I'll probably 
look awful anyway."

"Don't say that. You've still got it going on."

I wiped the tears away and could feel the sudden storm 
of emotions ebbing.

"Thanks, sweetie, but maybe it wasn't meant to be."

A comfortable silence enfolded us as we each became lost 
in our own thoughts. After a time, Daniel cleared his 
throat and spoke up.

"Well...um... probably not, but if you wanted I could 
help."

"You've already been a big help."

"No, I mean help you, ah...actually make the video." His 
voice was quiet and unsure.

I took a moment to make certain I understood what he was 
proposing.

"Are you saying that you would be in the room working 
the camera while I was..."

He gave a slight nod of confirmation.

"Oh, honey, no." Now I was the one who was flustered. "I 
couldn't let you do that."

"I can tell how much you want this for Dad, and I hate 
seeing how upset it's making you."

"I understand, darling, but I couldn't do those things 
in front of you. Besides, you'd be scarred for life 
seeing your own mother behaving like that."

"Okay. It was just a stupid idea. Forget it."

"Thanks honey." I gave him a smooch on the cheek. "I 
appreciate the offer."

He gave me a small smile. It looked as if he wanted to 
say something else, but chose instead to head back to 
his room.

That night I wasn't able to fall asleep. I tossed and 
turned, my mind racing with all sorts of useless 
thoughts. I rolled over onto my back and could see the 
shadowy shape of the tripod and camera near the foot of 
the bed. I realized all those random thoughts were a way 
of not thinking about the one subject I was trying to 
avoid.

I imagined Daniel standing behind the camera and looking 
over the top of it at me.

I pulled aside the covers and opened my pajama-clad legs 
experimentally. A thrill ran through me and I was 
suddenly ashamed of myself for even imagining such a 
thing. I closed my legs quickly and tried to think of 
something else.

I wondered what Daniel was doing in his room right now. 
Was he asleep, or was he still awake, thinking about 
what had gone on tonight? Maybe he was touching himself 
and remembering the quick peek he had of my breast on 
the view screen. He had obviously been uncomfortable 
with the whole situation, but was there a small 
possibility that in the privacy of his own room he was a 
little turned on by it all? Like I was right now.

My legs seemed to part of their own will, and I finally 
gave in to my perverse thoughts. No one would know I was 
dreaming of my virile young son looking at my naked 
body. No one would ever know I was masturbating to this 
secret fantasy of him.

I made myself come in no time at all, and was more than 
a little surprised that I allowed myself to go there. 
Now that it was over, I was ashamed of myself for 
allowing my nasty thoughts to take me to such a 
forbidden place. I tried to explain it away with the 
fact that I hadn't had a man for almost eight months. 
Daniel certainly wouldn't ever think of me in that way.

I needed to get a grip, and not let making this video 
get the better of me.

***

The following afternoon I was standing outside Daniel's 
bedroom door, too afraid to knock.

That morning I had waited anxiously for him to leave. 
Neither of us mentioned the events of the previous 
evening, and he headed off to register for classes. I 
was so happy he decided to attend the local state 
college instead of going somewhere far away.

Once he'd left, I changed into something sexy and made 
another go at it. After three failed attempts I'd 
managed to get the camera to lock up with a big 'error' 
icon blinking accusingly at me from that smug little 
damn view screen.

I wanted to throw the stupid thing across the room.

My knock on his door was quiet enough so that he 
wouldn't hear it if he had his headphones on. I was half 
hoping this was the case, and was ready to give up and 
creep away, but then I heard him.

"Yeah, just a second," he called. My heart thumped a bit 
quicker. "Come on in."

I went in and found him sitting in bed reading a book. 
"Did you get what you wanted?"

"Huh?" He looked guilty for some reason. "Oh, you mean 
for classes? Yeah, it wasn't as much of a madhouse as 
I'd expected, so it went pretty smooth."

I sat down on his bed, and fidgeted with the threads 
around the edge of the hole in the knee of the old pair 
of jeans I had on. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl. A 
forty-two year old schoolgirl.

"I've been giving it a lot of thought," I began without 
being able to look him in the eye. "And maybe I was too 
quick to dismiss your suggestion."

"About me helping with the video?"

"I'm not saying I want to do it, but we could at least 
discuss it."

"Okay," he said, sitting up and putting his book aside.

"Well, first off, do you really understand what 
is...involved?"

"Not sure what you mean by 'involved.'"

Once again I felt a displaced sense of not quite being 
myself as I pushed past the embarrassment and said what 
needed to be said out loud.

"I mean, you understand exactly what I'm trying to make 
a video of."

"I think so..."

"I'd be naked, for one thing." I began to feel 
lightheaded as I heard myself saying these words to my 
son. "And I would be doing things...to myself. Very 
intimate things."

"That's pretty much what I guessed," he acknowledged 
hoarsely as the blush rose once again on his cheeks.

"You really think you'd be okay with seeing your own 
mother pleasuring herself like that? Wouldn't you be too 
embarrassed, or ashamed, or...disgusted by it?"

He thought about it for a few moments.

"Well, I can't say it wouldn't be weird. But I know for 
sure I wouldn't be disgusted at all. I think what you're 
doing is a beautiful thing. I'd hate for you and Dad to 
miss out on sharing it because you can't work out some 
minor technical glitches."

"Oh, I just don't know. I had a hard enough time 
doing...you-know-what in front of the camera by myself, 
much less in front of you."

"Yeah, but everything you never tried before is kind of 
like that at first, isn't it?"

"Maybe if it was anyone else."

"Who? Ernie the mailman? He would probably pay to do 
it!"

"Eww, I bet he would at that," I giggled. Daniel was 
always able to find a way to make me laugh in any 
situation.

"Look, obviously it's totally up to you. I'm not trying 
to push you into anything you don't want to do, but who 
else could you trust more than me with something like 
this? And, speaking as a guy, I know how much Dad would 
appreciate a reminder of what's waiting for him at home. 
Maybe then he won't agree to another stupid contract 
extension."

It was all I could do to keep from getting all teary-
eyed when I heard that.

"I need to think about it some more." I was finally 
feeling comfortable enough to look him in the eye and 
give him a smile. "I would hate for this to make you 
think less of me."

"Why would I?"

"Well, because I'm your mother. And there are certain 
things a child isn't supposed to know about his mom."

"I'm not supposed to know that you masturbate?"

"Don't say it like that," I scolded reflexively. He 
chuckled at my shocked reaction.

"It's what we're talking about isn't it? If you can't 
say it in front of me, how do you expect to be able to 
do it I front of me?"

"All right then." I steeled myself for another try at 
it. "You shouldn't know about how I...masturbate. That's 
something that should be kept private."

"Come on, Mom," he nudged my shoulder playfully. "Your 
husband's been away for most of a year, you don't think 
I know you're taking care of yourself now and again?" He 
paused, then gave me a little smirk. "To be honest, I 
was doing it when you knocked on my door."

I cast an involuntarily glance at his lap, now 
understanding why he was in bed under the sheet 
'reading' in the middle of the afternoon.

"Oh, dear, I-I'm sorry. I'll get out of here and let 
you--"

"Mom, relax, it's no big deal." He took my wrist and got 
me to sit back down. "I'm not a little kid anymore. 
We're both adults. Even if we don't do the video, we 
should at least be able to be honest about these kinds 
of things with each other. I've got no girlfriend, and 
you've got no husband right now, so what else are we 
supposed to do?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have overreacted like that." I 
took a few calming breaths. "But you know me. I wasn't 
raised to talk about sex stuff, so this is very strange 
and scary to me."

"I think it's hysterical how uncomfortable you get when 
we're watching TV together and a condom commercial comes 
on."

"I do not," I slapped his arm, knowing it was true. 
"Okay, I'll try to loosen up, but you have to understand 
this is really difficult for me." I tried to gather my 
thoughts, and not be distracted by the little tingles I 
was feeling between my legs. "So, you were masturbating 
your penis and I interrupted?"

Daniel laughed at my clumsy attempt to openly talk about 
sex with him. He happily played along.

"Yep, rubbing one out before dinner."

"Were you looking at a dirty magazine, or something?"

"Nope. Just fantasizing in my head."

"What were you thinking about?"

I felt a jolt of surprise when his eyes flicked to my 
chest for a split second. He may not even have been 
aware that he'd done it, but I fully understood what it 
meant.

"Oh...about a hot girl...that I saw at registration."

"Sounds nice," I said to cover my lingering 
astonishment. "I better let you get back to it then."

I stood up, then leaned down and gave him a kiss on the 
forehead. I realized as I was doing it that he would 
have a clear view at my more than ample cleavage only 
inches from his face. Instead of being troubled by this, 
I found it gave me one of those little thrills I seemed 
to be getting a lot more of lately.

I paused at the door on my way out, giving in to a 
naughty impulse before I could stop myself.

"Dinner will be ready in an hour," I said nonchalantly. 
"Have a good come."

I closed the door, satisfied by his astonished 
expression, and pressed my hand to my crotch. I couldn't 
believe how turned on I was, and it only got worse (or 
better, actually) when I realized my son was probably on 
the other side of that door right now with his hard cock 
in his hand thinking about my breasts as he masturbated 
himself.

I couldn't decide if being this turned on by the idea of 
my son making a video of me playing with myself was a 
sign that I should do it, or a warning that this was a 
road better left untraveled.

The urge to get myself off was quickening my pulse, but 
I resisted, wanting to hold on to this wicked feeling as 
long as I could. I knew how wrong this all was, but I 
was beginning to realize I might not be able to resist 
the deviant temptations being presented to me.

***

"Feeling better?" I asked Daniel coyly as he sat down 
for dinner.

"Yep. Had a good workout, but I'm still a bit stiff."

"Watch it, buster. Don't get fresh." I winked and 
spooned some rice pilaf onto his plate.

"Sorry," he said without really meaning it. "I like you 
in that shirt, Mom. Red's your color."

"You don't think the neckline is too low?"

His eyes zeroed in on my décolletage once I'd given him 
my tacit approval to look. I was rewarded with a 
lascivious grin.

"Looks great from here, Mom."

I couldn't believe I was actually flirting with my own 
son. They were fixing up a special room in hell for me, 
no doubt about it. I poured myself a glass of Pinot 
Grigio.

"Wine?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What's the occasion?"

"Would you like a glass?"

"Sure," he answered quickly and I poured him half a 
glass, then sat down.

We ate, and made small talk, and drank our wine. It was 
all very pleasant, and normal, but there was an 
undercurrent of sexual tension that was undeniable. I 
felt his bright blue eyes on me every time he thought I 
wasn't looking. With boobs as big as mine you get used 
to men staring at your chest. I'd even caught Daniel 
taking a peek more than a few times over the years. I 
knew the poor fellas couldn't help themselves, but 
tonight it felt different somehow.

"There would have to be some rules," I finally said to 
broach only subject that was on both our minds.

"Sure." Daniel knew exactly what I was referring to 
without me having to say. "Like what?"

"We couldn't tell anyone," I poured my third glass of 
wine, and emptied the remainder of the bottle into my 
son's glass. "Most especially not your father."

"Agreed. Tell no one."

"And you would have to promise not to laugh at me, or 
make fun."

"Just for this, though. I can still make fun of you for 
other stuff, right?"

"Since you mentioned it, no. You can never make fun of 
me for anything ever again."

"Agreed. No more teasing you for not knowing your left 
from your right."

"I told you, that's a real medical condition!" I 
couldn't help but laugh. This was good wine!

"And it would have to be only this one thing. After, 
we'd go back to being a normal mother and son, and never 
do anything remotely freaky like this again."

"Well, I can go back to being a normal son, but I'm not 
sure if you can pull off being a normal mom."

"Which brings us back to rule number two, mister."

"Okay," he chuckled and gulped the last of his wine. 
"One video, then back to normal. Agreed."

"What about you? Any rules?"

"None that I can think of." His face became serious. My 
son looked me in the eye. It was a look I'd never seen 
from him before. I felt naked already. He leaned toward 
me and asked, "Does this mean we're doing it?"

I nodded and finished the last of my own wine.

"Yes. I can't do this without your help. I need you, 
Daniel."

***

I stepped out of the shower and held onto the towel rack 
to keep from falling. I was still loose from the Pinot, 
but not so much so that I didn't know exactly what I was 
about to do. I dried off, smoothed some lotion onto my 
legs and body, then pinned my long hair up in a sexy 
style.

I stepped into my outfit and pulled it up around my 
middle. It was a corset-type bodice, black with deep 
purple highlights for the trim. It fit snug to my torso, 
but not too tight. There were no cups for my boobs, and 
so they spilled over the top edge of the bodice and hung 
down freely. Two frilly straps circled around my 
breasts, framing them as if they were works of fine art. 
Another strap ran from the top of each breast and led 
around behind my neck to meet in a bow that I tied 
there.

Two similar straps dangled from the bottom. These looped 
down between my legs and up the cleft of my butt, giving 
the illusion that I was wearing a crotchless thong of 
sorts. Next I slipped on a pair of sheer black 
stockings, one at a time, and fastened them to the 
garter straps of the corset. The outfit was completed 
with a pair of 4-inch heels of black patent leather. I 
called them my slave-girl shoes. They had wide leather 
straps, with silver studs, that went around my ankles 
and made it look like I had on a pair manacles.

I finished with my make-up. Dark, smoky eyes, and 
bright, red lips. I stepped back and checked out the 
result in the mirror.

Not bad for a middle-aged, fat broad. I'd fuck me!

Now all I had to do was get the butterflies in my 
stomach to settle down. I fussed with my makeup a little 
more, straightened the seams of my stockings, tucked up 
a strand of stray hair, and realized I was stalling.

I pulled on my robe and covered myself up, then went out 
into my bedroom.

"Ready?" Daniel asked, his voice sounding high and 
nervous.

"If you're having second thoughts, just say so and we 
don't have to do this."

"No, I'm good to go," he quickly assured me. "You look 
really pretty, Mom."

"Thanks, sweetheart, I need all the confidence I can get 
right now." I held my arms out and he came over and gave 
me a hug. "It means a lot that you're willing to do this 
for me... and your dad. I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom." He gave me one more big squeeze 
then went back behind the camera.

"Okay, now how do you want to do this?"

"Why don't you get on the bed first and let me check the 
lighting."

"I can keep my robe on for this part, right?"

"Sure, that's fine. Just relax, Mom, try to have fun 
with it."

"You get over here and get naked in front of the camera 
and see how fun it is," I grumbled as I climbed up.

He turned various lights in the room on and off, 
checking the camera each time. He brought in a reading 
lamp from the living room and set that up off to one 
side. It took about ten minutes for him to get it the 
way he wanted. I was getting more nervous by the minute, 
a thousand thoughts and last minute doubts running 
through my head.

"You'd better hurry up before I chicken out," I warned 
him.

"I think we're all set."

"Oh, honey, this is too bright," I complained.

"I know it seems like it from there, but it looks 
perfect for the camera. Trust me."

"Fine, but let's get this show on the road before I have 
a panic attack."

"Ready to go. Start over here behind the camera so it 
will look like you turned it on yourself, then walk over 
and get onto the bed...and do your thing."

I got up and went over next to Daniel.

"Should I take off my robe when I get to the bed or 
before?"

"Before, I guess would be better."

I reached for the sash, but hesitated. "Don't look at my 
stretch marks. And don't look at my tummy or my big 
thighs either."

"Mom, stop. Just think about getting Dad turned on, 
don't worry about me. Pretend like I'm not even here."

"This is really happening, isn't it."

"Yep, no turning back now. We're making a porno, Mom. 
Now lose the robe."

"Stop being fresh, you." His breezy attitude actually 
made me a little more comfortable. "Don't look," I said, 
knowing it was silly.

He shook his head and turned away. I opened my robe and 
took it off. I looked for a place to hang it, but ended 
up tossing it on the floor. My heart hammered in my 
chest.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said, still not looking.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay, then. Action!"

He pressed the button, I waited a second then moved out 
in front of the camera, and also in front of my son's 
wide-eyed gaze.

"Holy fucking shit," Daniel blurted.

I quickly covered my breasts with one arm, and my crotch 
with my other hand.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Sorry. Sorry," he stopped the recording. "My bad."

"What happened? Something with the camera?"

"No, it's just that...um..." He looked over at me 
sheepishly. "I guess I might as well say it and get it 
out of the way. Mom, you look fucking hot. Pardon my 
French, and all, but fucking movie star hot. I never 
knew--"

"Stop that," I cut him off, not wanting to admit how 
much I was loving it. "You're not supposed to be looking 
at me like that. Don't forget that I'm your mom, and 
this is strictly business."

"Okay, sorry. Wasn't expecting all the crazy hotness, 
but I've got it under control now. Strictly professional 
from here on out. Let's take two."

I went back behind the camera, waited for him to hit 
record, then made my entrance once again. I crawled up 
on the bed and turned toward the camera. I got up on my 
knees like I had in my previous attempts to film myself. 
It was difficult not to notice the way Daniel's eyes 
were riveted to my exposed breasts.

I swayed my hips a bit, and ran my hands up my thighs 
and along my sides. That lightheaded feeling of 
unreality was with me again. I had to actually remind 
myself to breathe. I'd had the odd inappropriate thought 
about my son a time or two in the past, but I'd always 
been quick to suppress it. There was no hiding from 
those thoughts now. And no denying the way my body was 
responding.

My hands reached up to my chest. I caressed the contours 
of my massive breasts with the lightest of touches. My 
fingertips traced slow circles around each of my 
nipples. Some girls have little buttons, some have 
silver dollars, my husband says my nipples are like two 
big slices of baloney. And he means it in a good way.

Daniel licked his lips as he watched my hands roam over 
my huge boobs. He was captivated. I know I was supposed 
to be performing for my husband, but I couldn't help 
playing to my entranced son.

I slid my hands under my tits and lifted them. So heavy 
in my palms. I bobbled them up and down and couldn't 
help looking down at myself to see how nicely they 
jiggled. It had been so long since I felt someone's 
hands other than my own on my breasts. I longed to be 
touched, and fondled. I ached for the feel of a man's 
strong, rough hands grabbing and squeezing at my big 
titties.

I raised them both up high and let them drop. My son bit 
his lower lip to keep from uttering any sound. I could 
see by the expression on his face that this was sublime 
torture for him. I lifted and dropped again. It hurt to 
do it, but it was the kind of pain that felt good after 
the initial shock of it.

My hands rubbed more aggressively. I grabbed as much as 
I could of each tit and squeezed hard. My fingers sank 
into my fleshy mounds, and I massaged them passionately. 
I felt something running down my inner thigh. I couldn't 
remember the last time I was so turned on that I was 
literally dripping wet.

I wanted to take the next step, but I was terrified. I'd 
only ever masturbated in front of one other person in my 
life, and that was my husband. We were married almost 
five years before I was secure enough to let him watch 
me. And now I was supposed to do it with my son looking 
on. I suddenly wanted another glass of wine.

I closed my eyes and imagined I was alone. I let my hand 
drift down until I touched the downy softness of my 
pubic hair. I paused there and toyed with it for a 
moment, before reaching lower. My fingers slipped easily 
along the length of my slick slit. The skin of my 
freshly shaved outer lips felt so smooth and soft.

My mind wouldn't let me escape and pretend I was alone. 
I knew he was watching me. I was touching my pussy in 
front of my son, and he was right there watching it all. 
My boy was about to see his mother masturbate. The 
excitement was too much for me to exercise any self 
control. I couldn't stop myself if I wanted. I was going 
to make myself come, and Daniel was going to see it.

I went for my clit. It was hard and ready.

I pressed down on it from the top, feeling its 
stiffness. I teased my little bundle of impatient 
nerves. They'd been screaming for my attention all day 
long, and now they had it. Every grazing touch sent 
sparks of excitement through my pussy that felt so good 
they almost hurt.

With deliberate slowness, I opened my eyes. Daniel was 
fixated on the action of my hand down between my legs.

"Oh, yes," I moaned and he looked up, almost surprised 
to be reminded that the rest of me was still there.

Our eyes locked. I wanted him to know I was right there 
with him. I wasn't hiding somewhere, sending my thoughts 
into a fantasy or imagining I was with his father. Mind, 
body and soul, I was present in that moment. He 
recognized it, and was helpless in the face of the power 
it imbued within me. I was mother, lover, and goddess 
all at once.

I pressed my fingers along one side of my clit and moved 
my hand rapidly back and forth. The pleasure mounted. I 
clutched one of my tits and dug my fingernails into my 
own flesh. Sharp points of pain radiated through me, 
transforming into pleasure as it spread. I was fast 
approaching climax. This wasn't going to be the amusing 
firecracker like last night in front of the camera, this 
was a daisy-cutter raging for release.

"Ohh, yesss!" I cried out.

Daniel finally broke eye contact. He looked down to 
where my hand was flailing away at my pussy. My son 
stared at my most intimate sanctuary and was unable to 
keep his jaw from falling slack at the sight of what I 
was doing to myself.

"Ohh, God Yesss!" I yelled even louder.

My orgasm sizzled to life between my legs. It raced up 
my belly and around my ass at the same time. The 
sensation hit my tits and coalesced in my nipples. As 
that was happening, that same sizzle fired up my spine 
and erupted in my brain. It was all happening at once, 
like my body was being pulled in a dozen dazzling 
directions simultaneously. I was a puppet and the 
overwhelming pleasure was my master.

I slumped forward, catching myself with outstretched 
arms. Panting on all fours, I struggled to regain my 
breath as the residual traces of my orgasm swirled 
through me.

I braced myself for what I knew was bound to come next. 
The guilt. The clarity of a mind no longer clouded by 
the all-consuming desire for orgasm. The guilt, the 
shame, the realization of the enormity of what I'd just 
done. A deep regret for the despicable transgression I'd 
just committed. I waited, promising myself I wouldn't 
cry in front of Daniel and let him think it was in any 
way his fault.

I waited, but those things never materialized. None of 
them.

There was a lightness. A deep sense of satisfaction. And 
an almost overpowering feeling of love. It was one of 
the most amazing moments I'd ever experienced.

I looked up and saw Daniel gesturing for me to come over 
by the camera so it would look like me stopping the 
recording. I had to laugh. I was so wrapped up with the 
thrill of my son watching me that I'd forgotten the 
camera was even there.

I staggered off the bed, blew a kiss into the lens, and 
moved around out of the shot. Daniel hit the button and 
immediately began applauding. I covered my breasts with 
my arms out of some misplaced instinct of modesty, and 
dipped down to pick up my robe from the floor.

While I was down there I noticed a nice long bulge in 
Daniel's pants. I also noticed he wasn't making any 
effort to conceal it.

I turned my back to him and slipped into my robe.

"Did it work? Can I see it?"

"Hold your horses, superstar." He navigated to the right 
spot and hit play.

"Don't look," I insisted and used my hand to shield the 
view screen from him.

"Seriously?" he laughed.

I saw myself on the bed, my hands beginning to wander 
over my body.

"Hey, I don't look half bad." I dropped my hand, no 
longer afraid I would look like a revolting mess on 
video.

"I'd say you look all good."

We watched the video, our heads close together so we 
could both see. It was a surreal situation that brought 
about a warm breathless feeling in my chest that was 
strangely pleasant.

"You got the lighting just right, honey. Not glaring, 
but you can see everything clearly."

"This part is great." He was referring to when I hefted 
my breasts and let them drop.

Soon we reached the part where my hand ventured down 
below. I realized I was biting my nails and tucked my 
hands in the pockets of my robe.

The view zoomed in and focused on my lower half. I was 
shamelessly intrigued by seeing myself playing with my 
pussy. Then a realization hit me. I smacked Daniel on 
the arm.

"Wait a minute! We can't use this!"

"What? Why not. It looks great, you said so."

"You used the zoom. He'll know someone was working the 
camera."

"Fuck, you're right. I was so...distracted I guess I 
wasn't thinking."

"We're not going to be able to use any of it." I 
couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Maybe we can edit it somehow."

"No, it wouldn't look right at all then."

"Geez, Mom, I feel awful. You were really counting on 
me, and I fucked it up royally."

"No, it's okay." I rubbed his shoulder hoping to console 
him. "It was an honest mistake. You know what. We'll 
just have to try again."

"Now?"

"I'm pretty well spent, honey." I let out a heavy sigh. 
"Maybe tomorrow night? If you're free."

"Ah, yeah, that's cool with me."

He turned and shut down the camera, then plugged it in 
to recharge the battery. I couldn't help staring at the 
alluring bulge that was still going strong in his jeans. 
I had no doubt my boy was going to hurry back to his 
room and jack off like a mad man, all the while thinking 
about what he'd just witness me doing. I couldn't help 
thinking I'd like to see him doing it. I pushed the 
thought away and averted my eyes.

"All set?"

"Yep. Well, goodnight, Mom. You were amazing."

"Still am," I quipped and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 
I rubbed at the mark left by my lipstick, then held his 
face for a moment. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

I closed the door behind him, and stripped out of my 
lingerie. I sat on my bed after peeling my stockings 
off, and felt too lazy to get my pajamas out of the 
drawer. I climbed under the covers, deciding to sleep in 
the nude for the first time in ages, and was soon 
drifting off toward sleep.

It was so disappointing that we couldn't use the video 
from tonight. I was hoping I would be able to muster the 
same intensity tomorrow. How could Daniel have made such 
an obvious screw up? For such a smart boy, it was such a 
stupid mistake. Now he'd have to endure yet another 
sordid display by his mother.

A voice reached out from the corner of my mind. 'He is 
too smart to make a mistake like that.' I sat up, 
suddenly understanding. He did it on purpose! Hoping 
we'd have to do it all again. That little schemer.

I plopped my head back down onto my pillow. My brain was 
too discombobulated to sort it all out tonight. I wanted 
to be mad at him, but I couldn't help feeling flattered 
that he would engage in such devious machinations just 
to prolong this kinky project of ours. I'd figure out 
how deal with him tomorrow.

For now all I wanted to do was indulge in the persistent 
cloud of happiness that still surrounded me, and dream 
about Daniel, my handsome son.

***

I woke up late after the best night of sleep I'd had in 
months. I stretched beneath the covers enjoying the 
sensation of my naked skin against the soft sheets. The 
sight of the camera perched on its tripod at the foot of 
my bed brought a smile to my face. The events of last 
night seemed like a fleeting dream.

What I thought was going to be a fairly simple matter of 
making a naughty video for my husband, who had been 
working abroad for the past eight months, proved to be a 
series of humiliating failures due to my utter lack of 
technical ability. Luckily, my son Daniel is a whiz with 
all things electronic.

The unreal part was that I was so hopelessly incompetent 
that we eventually came to the conclusion that the only 
way I was going to be able to make my private video was 
for him to be in the room with me to work the camera and 
film the whole thing. My seventeen-year-old son was 
right there watching me in my corset and stockings while 
I fondled my naked breasts, played with my pussy, and 
gave myself an orgasm. Not so private, after all.

What the hell was I thinking?

But that wasn't the end of the story. Daniel made the 
mistake of zooming in on my 'area' at one point during 
the performance. This would be an obvious tip off to my 
husband that I wasn't alone when making the video, and 
that just couldn't happen. He could never know that 
someone else was there while I performed sex acts on 
myself, much less his son. If I wanted to follow through 
on this idea, we would have to re-shoot the video again 
tonight. The problem was that I was ninety-eight percent 
sure Daniel was too smart to have made a stupid mistake 
like that, and I suspected he'd done it on purpose just 
so he would get to see me put on another show. As 
flattering as it might be, I didn't want him to get away 
free and clear after pulling a stunt like that.

I put on my robe and went to find Daniel.

He wasn't in the kitchen or living room, so I figured he 
must still be in his bedroom. I knocked lightly, heard 
him say, 'Come in,' and opened his door.

When I looked into my son's room, the shock of a rapid 
series of conflicting emotions took my breath away. The 
first thing I noticed was that he was sitting at his 
desk with his back to me. Totally naked. Next, it became 
quickly apparent by the motion of his right shoulder and 
arm what he was doing. He was most certainly jerking 
off. But this was only the half of it. He was saying 
something, too.

"I see you coming, oh yeah, let me see you come..."

I realized that was what I'd heard when I thought he 
said, 'Come in.' He was actually saying 'coming' not 
'come in.' The biggest shock came when I saw he had his 
earphones on and they were plugged into his computer. 
Playing on his computer screen was a porno video. It 
took me a second to recognize that the shameless slut in 
the nasty video my son was watching was actually me!

Daniel was watching the video he made of me last night 
while he masturbated!

My mind reeled. I was horrified and embarrassed beyond 
rational thought. I felt humiliated and violated. But, 
underneath that swirl of negative emotions was a 
stronger surge of exhilaration and lustful delight. My 
boy had access by way of the internet to literally 
millions of x-rated videos of millions of hot young 
things doing any sort of depraved act he could imagine, 
but he was watching his own mother's dirty video while 
he stroked his hard cock.

As I quietly closed his door, I felt a longing pang of 
regret that I wasn't able to get a look at his penis 
from where I stood.

I took a deep breath, and tried to get my thoughts 
together. Only moments earlier I was on the verge of 
putting a stop to this perverse video project of ours, 
and now I could barely contain myself at the thought of 
getting naked in front of my son again tonight.

It was beyond me how something so clearly reprehensible 
could be so incredibly thrilling.

***

The day had seemed to drag by, but when the moment 
arrived that evening I couldn't believe it came so fast. 
I think I was even more nervous than the first time. At 
least the previous night I was able to go into it with 
the illusion that Daniel wouldn't be looking at his own 
mother with any real sexual interest. But that illusion 
was shattered now. I knew that if I could go through 
with another performance, he would be looking at me as 
an object of desire.

I finished patting myself dry after a nice warm shower. 
Tonight I decided to change it up and instead of my 
corset I slipped into a pale blue baby doll nightie. It 
didn't have cups, but rather a billowy band of sheer 
fabric that gathered above and below my breasts. The 
blousy nature of the design made my already mammoth tits 
look even bigger. And I loved the way my wide pale 
nipples looked behind the transparent veil. Something 
about see-through lingerie always seemed sexier than 
being naked.

The gown flowed down over my liberal curves and ended in 
a frilly hem just below my crotch. It came with a pair 
of matching panties, but I decided not to wear them. The 
way my dark patch of pubic hair showed through was 
perfect the way it was. I stepped into my open-toe, 
midnight-blue high heels with the dainty little straps 
to bring it all together.

I put my robe on, feeling that I shouldn't reveal myself 
until the camera was recording, and stepped out of the 
bathroom.

"There's my favorite porn star," Daniel joked. (Or maybe 
it wasn't a joke.)

"No autographs, please, I need to get into character," I 
said playing the diva, instead of scolding him to 
behave, as I should have.

"Wearing your hair down this time?"

"Thought I'd mix things up," I said and couldn't resist 
primping and tossing my head just a bit. I could see his 
eyes already devouring my body as if trying to see 
through my terry-cloth robe.

"Okay, great. Well, I have everything all set up, so 
whenever you're ready."

"Before we do this, I wanted to tell you again how much 
I appreciate you helping me." I took his hand in mine 
and gave it a loving squeeze. "It was actually more fun 
last night than I thought it would be."

"How could making a sex video possibly not be fun?" he 
chuckled.

"Maybe when you're scared out of your wits and your own 
son is watching as you do it!"

"Nah, all the kids are doing it these days, Mom. You 
need to lighten up."

"Not laughing, funny boy." I shook my head in 
exasperation, trying to get serious. "Even though it 
wasn't as traumatic as I thought it might be, I still 
want this to be it. I want to get this video done 
tonight, and I don't want there to be any 'accidents' 
with the camera." I emphasized the word accidents by 
making air quotes with my fingers. He picked up on the 
meaning, and smiled sheepishly, knowing I was onto his 
scheme.

"Okay, Mom, I promise. We'll nail it tonight and forget 
it ever happened."

"Good," I said, knowing this was one experience I'd 
never forget. "Now let's make sure the first take 
doesn't get ruined by someone hooting and hollering when 
I step in front of the camera."

I dropped my robe and let him get a good look at me in 
my negligee.

"Oh, fucking hell yes, Mom," he gasped despite himself. 
"I'm sorry, but I can't help it, lady." His eyes 
traveled up and down my barely concealed body as I did a 
little turn in front of him. "I think you're the reason 
they invented the term MILF."

"MILF? What does that mean?" I asked. Even though I'm 
naturally a brunette, my blond highlights allow me to 
get away with playing dumb when I need to.

"It means a mom I'd like to f..."

"Like to what?"

"Um...like to fuck."

I feigned scandalized shock. "You want to fuck me? Your 
own mom?"

"No! Well...it's just what it stands for, but it's more 
for like a mom who's hot, you know? I didn't mean..."

"I know, honey," I smiled and patted his cheek, letting 
him off the hook. "But if I wasn't married, and you 
weren't my son, who knows..." I let that rattle around 
in his horny little mind for a few moments. "Should we 
do it?"

"Really?" He swallowed hard.

"It's what we're both here for," I said a little too 
seductively, "to make the video."

"Yeah...oh, the video. Right."

I should have felt guilty for playing with him like 
that, but for some reason I was feeling especially 
flirty and couldn't help tormenting him.

"Wish me luck, and keep your hands where I can see 
them," I teased.

"Recording in three, two..." he pressed the button.

I sashayed over to the bed and crawled onto it. I took 
my time as I did, unlike before. I let the camera, and 
Daniel, get a nice long look at my generous derrière. 
One thing I especially liked about my body was that, 
even though I was big, I had a smoothness to me that 
made the extra proportions nice to look at. I wasn't all 
lumpy, or bumpy, or saggy. Just full round curves and 
lots of soft warm flesh.

I wiggled my healthy rump and gave myself a little spank 
before turning around and getting up to my knees and 
facing the camera. I began as I had on all the other 
attempts. With my hips swaying, I ran my hands over my 
thighs, up my sides and to my breasts. As I ostensibly 
teased my husband, who was supposed be the only one to 
ever see this, I couldn't help glancing at the front of 
my son's pants.

The butterflies took flight in my tummy when I saw the 
bulge of his hardness. I continued playing with my tits, 
then I pulled the top band of my nightie down ever so 
slowly, revealing my giant nipples like a pair of pink 
sunrises. I grabbed each of my nipples with a robust 
pinch and lifted them upward, pulling the considerable 
weight of my tits with them. Daniel's eyes widened at 
the sight of this little trick of mine, and his mouth 
fell open when I began jiggling them vigorously as I 
held my tortured nipples up high.

I swear I saw him reaching for his crotch, then stopping 
himself when he realized what he was doing. I once again 
felt the tickle of my pussy juice trickling down the 
inside of my thigh. I'd purposely held back from 
touching myself all day, so I was primed and ready to 
get myself off.

I lifted the hem of my negligee and displayed my pussy. 
It was a fairly tame display, more Playboy than Hustler, 
but I felt so totally exposed doing it in front of my 
son. I reached down and my pussy squelched when my 
fingers infiltrated the drenched folds of my womanly 
center.

Once I touched myself down there, I was off and running. 
I became lost in an incoherent flood of sensations. My 
fingers rubbing my clit, the pinch on my nipple, the 
sight of my son's constrained erection, the shudder up 
my back, the feathery touch of my lingerie sweeping 
against my ass, three fingers buried in my pussy hole, 
the gathering storm of my approaching climax, Daniel's 
broad shoulders and strong hands, the bouncing of my 
tits as I fucked my fingers like I usually only did when 
no one was watching, and then it was upon me.

The all-encompassing sensation of orgasm bloomed around 
my plunging hand and spread throughout my body in an 
instant. The world ceased to exist in that split second, 
and all I knew was the glorious euphoria of every nerve 
being bathed in undiluted pleasure. It was over all too 
fast.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and resisted putting 
them to my lips. I didn't want Daniel to see me doing 
something as nasty as tasting my own juices. Once my 
faculties fell back into place, I looked at the camera 
and gave a little wave, then climbed off the bed and 
moved out of the frame.

Daniel stopped the recording, and as before made his 
opinion known with a round of enthusiastic applause.

"That was absolutely smokin', Mom!" he said excitedly as 
he navigated the camera to playback mode, knowing I'd 
want to see it right away. "Dad is going to spank 
himself raw when he sees this." It struck me funny 
hearing him talk about his father that way.

"If it came out half as good as it felt, then I think we 
got it that time," I said and moved over close to my son 
so I could see the finished product. I pulled my 
negligee up over my tits, but I didn't bother to cover 
up with the robe this time.

"Here we go," Daniel announced and pressed play. We 
watched the video on that tiny little screen, our faces 
practically cheek to cheek. His shoulder was pressed 
against mine and I could smell the light scent of his 
sweat.

When I saw myself in the early throes of orgasm, I began 
to feel more self-conscious. I didn't realize I was so 
intensely into it, and my son saw it all. Then I noticed 
something and my heart sank.

"I hate to say this," I said as the sound of me moaning 
got louder. "But something looks a little off to me."

"The lighting's good, you're awesome, no odd camera 
moves--" Then he noticed it, too. He went back to the 
beginning and played it again in fast forward where it 
was even more obvious. "You keep looking at something 
off screen."

"Yes, you. You kept distracting me."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Oh, I don't know, Captain Boner."

He looked down and took note of his own obvious bulge. 
He tried to tuck it down, but it only made it more 
prominent.

"I'm sorry, Mom. But it's hard...I mean, it's difficult 
not to, you know, with you looking all sexy and touching 
yourself like that."

"I know," I sighed. "It's my fault for looking, not 
yours."

"Maybe if he asks, you can just say there was a monitor 
there and you were looking at yourself to make sure you 
were in front of the camera."

"I don't think so. Your father knows better than anyone 
what a ditz I am with gadgets. He'd know I wouldn't be 
able to arrange a set up like that." Though I tried to 
inject an exasperated tone into my voice, I was more 
than a little happy about the situation. "We're just 
going to have to try again."

"Sure," he was quick to agree. "No problem." Daniel 
reset the camera and got it ready to record again.

"But I'm thinking that I'll be distracted again unless 
you do something about 'Mister Happy' down there."

"Maybe I could cover up with something?"

"No, I'd still know it was there." I acted as though I 
was trying hard to think up a solution. "Maybe if you 
'relieve' yourself that will take care of the problem."

"You mean masturbate to get rid of my hard-on?"

"There's no being subtle with you, is there?"

"Okay, I guess, if that's what it takes." He headed for 
the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to jack off like you wanted."

"Now wait a minute," I said, putting my hands on my hips 
while at the same time being very aware that Daniel 
could clearly see my tits and pussy through my nightie. 
"You've seen me play with myself twice now. Maybe I 
should get a turn to see you."

"Yeah, right," he scoffed and continued for the door.

"Hey, hold on. I'm serious."

"You want me to jerk off in front of you?"

"Why not? I jerked off in front of you. It's only fair, 
don't you think?"

"Well...okay, I guess." The blush was back on his 
cheeks, but I could tell by his body language that he 
was more than willing. "You want me to do it right 
here?"

"No," I said and noticed my clit begin to throb with 
anticipation. "Get naked and get on the bed like I did."

"I have to get naked?"

I held out my arms, indicating my own current state of 
exposure. He nodded in consolation to my irrefutable 
argument.

He shrugged and pulled his shirt off over his head. I 
marveled at his well-defined chest and flat stomach. I'd 
seen it all before, of course, but I now saw his body in 
a whole new way now. Daniel undid his jeans and pulled 
them down, kicking them away and tugging off his socks. 
He was just in boxers, his erection poked out more 
noticeably now that it was no longer restrained by his 
pants.

My son looked at me, and I looked at him. An unspoken 
acknowledgement passed between us in that moment. He did 
want to fuck me, and I wanted to fuck him. It was 
nothing more than animal lust. But we both knew it could 
never happen. Seeing each other naked, and watching as 
we pleasured ourselves was one thing, but it could never 
be more than that, despite our lustful urges.

Daniel pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free. 
And it was spectacular.

I expected it to be like his father's, but it wasn't. It 
was much wider at the base and tapered gracefully toward 
the head. I immediately knew how good it would feel if 
he drove it all the way into me, stretching my hole out 
as his full girth filled me completely. Like his father, 
he was circumcised, but his cock head was larger, 
flaring like an exotic mushroom cap. His pee hole caught 
my attention as it seemed fairly large and gaped open 
unlike any of the limited number of penises I'd seen 
before. There was a tell-tale glistening of pre-cum just 
beneath that alluring opening.

His balls hung large and loose underneath. And it 
appeared they were shaved. Something I'd never 
encountered before. It sent a little chill up the crack 
of my ass and along my spine. It was all I could do to 
keep myself from falling to my knees and taking my boy's 
huge cock in my mouth and loving it until he spilled his 
seed onto my tongue.

"Not so easy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, 
"is it?"

He gave a nervous laugh and confirmed my instructions. 
"On the bed?"

"Yep, show us your stuff, stud."

He went to the bed and sat down. I couldn't help but 
notice he wasn't so quick with the jokes now. He slid 
himself back until he was on the spot where I'd recently 
made myself come.

"Okay. Here I go." Daniel wrapped his hand around his 
shaft and gave it a few slow strokes, looking down at 
himself rather than at me. I reached over and pressed 
the record button. "Whoa, wait. What did you just do? 
The red light is on."

"You said you wanted to record a message for Dad, didn't 
you?"

"Come on, Mom," he complained. "Stop messing around."

"Now, now," I said firmly and looked him in the eye. 
"It's only fair that I have something to watch while I'm 
sitting naked in my bedroom some morning, and playing 
with myself in front of the computer."

It took him a second, but he got my message loud and 
clear. He just smiled and shook his head, knowing he'd 
been caught.

"So now all of the sudden you're the expert 
videographer?" he grumbled good-naturedly.

"I've been watching and learning. Now quit stalling and 
do something about that monster hard-on of yours so we 
can get back to work."

He laughed nervously and resumed his tentative stroking.

I looked at my handsome young boy, laid out on my bed, 
his long muscular legs stretching toward me, propped up 
on one arm, and his big cock in his fist. As I took it 
all in I realized this was the first time I'd actually 
had a man masturbating for me.

I'd obviously seen my husband pull out of me and jerk 
himself a few times and come onto my belly, or pull out 
of my mouth and finish on my face, but not like this. It 
might seem like a small thing, but it aroused me like 
nothing else to suddenly be the one who was the audience 
being played to, rather than being the performer. I felt 
like I owned him, and his pleasure was solely for my 
amusement.

"That's it, Daniel," I heard myself saying. "Rub it for 
me."

He smiled and opened his legs a little as he relaxed 
into it. It was delicious how his balls swayed in rhythm 
with his hand. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel 
them in my mouth. I wanted to sniff their manly odor.

"Show me how you like to jerk off," I said, unable to 
keep quiet. "I want to see my boy masturbate his hard 
penis."

Daniel squirmed at hearing my nasty encouragement and 
stroked himself a bit faster.

"Not too quick, dear, I want this to last." My hand was 
on my breast, massaging it and increasing the good 
feelings my son's display was creating within me. "You 
have such a nice penis, Daniel."

"Thanks, Mom," he said with a telling rasp in his voice. 
"Your body is so sexy, it gets me really hard."

"Is that so?" I teased. "Do my big titties get my boy 
excited?" I pulled the gauzy top of the negligee down 
once again and exposed my naked breasts to him.

"Oh God, yes," he moaned. "Your tits are amazing, Mom."

I lifted them and let them drop, knowing how much he 
liked it when I did that the previous evening.

"You like jerking off to my huge boobs? Are you going to 
make your beautiful cock come while you look at your 
mom's naked titties?"

"I am," he panted. "Holy shit, I really am."

"But what about the rest of me?" I tugged at my baby 
doll nightie and it fell to the floor around my ankles. 
I stepped out of it toward my son. I stood before him 
completely naked and ran my hands all over my body.

"Fuck, Mom, you are so goddamned hot. Can I see your ass 
again?"

"You want to see my big, juicy ass?" I was so out of 
control, and I didn't give a damn. "I'll show my sweet 
boy whatever he wants to see to make his big penis 
come."

I turned around, bending over, rocking my hips back and 
forth. I rubbed my cheeks and gave myself a nice hard 
spank before turning back around, not wanting to miss 
any of my private show. "How was that?"

"Mom, I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"I know you do, darling." I couldn't believe he said it 
out loud. My pussy clenched with desire when I heard him 
say those words. "I would love to have you inside me, 
but we can't do that. We can watch each other, though. 
Okay?"

"Yes...yes, we can."

"Play with your balls for me, baby." I reached down 
between my legs, no longer able to withstand the aching 
need calling to me. "Squeeze those big balls for your 
mother."

He used his free hand to immediately comply with my 
request. Daniel fondled his balls, cupping them, then 
pinching the loose skin of his scrotum, pulling it 
downward and stretching it. It looked so painful, but he 
seemed to be taking great pleasure from it.

"I'm going to come, Mom!" he groaned suddenly.

"That's right, honey, make your cock come for me." I 
increased the pace of my own masturbation. I was driving 
two fingers into my hole with one hand, and strumming my 
stiff clit with the other. All the while my eyes never 
left my son's thrashing cock.

"I'm coming! I'm coming, Mom! I'm...ahhhhhh!"

He lifted his hips and gave his cock a mighty series of 
rough pulls. His balls jerked up tight to his body. My 
own orgasm began to crest at that exact moment.

A blast of white cum flew from his cock and landed way 
up high on his throat. The second shot went nearly as 
far. I felt myself peak and suddenly my every sense was 
assaulted with another overwhelming explosion of 
ecstasy.

Daniel cried out in delirious agony and pulled another 
spurt of thick semen out of his cock, then another, and 
another. My God, it was glorious. Watching his whole 
body spasm as more and more cum sprayed out and coated 
his naked belly. I had to drop to my knees, and I 
continued pounding away at my pussy in order to bring 
along the next orgasm that was riding close on the heels 
of the last one.

My son gritted his teeth and grunted, milking the last 
few drops out and letting them dibble down over his 
knuckles.

"You came so much, baby! Look at all the beautiful cum 
you made for me! My pussy is going to come again! I'm 
going to make my pussy come again so hard!" I screamed 
like I hadn't done in many long years. "Fuck my pussy! 
Yessss! Uuuunnnngggghhhh!"

I shuddered uncontrollably as my last and most intense 
orgasm took hold of me. I knelt on the floor, both my 
hands pressed tight to my pussy, eyes locked on my only 
son's gorgeous cock, and I rode out the successive waves 
of bliss in that position.

After a moment, Daniel moved to sit up. I grabbed his 
foot before he could.

"No, don't move," I told him. "I don't want anything to 
get on my sheets. Wait right there."

I got myself up on unsteady legs and retrieved a towel 
from the bathroom. I sat down next to my son and dabbed 
the towel to his chest and stomach. As I carefully 
cleaned the spent cum from him, I noticed his erection 
was still as strong as when he'd started. So much for my 
plan of 'relieving' the pressure.

His cock jumped and a fresh dribble of semen oozed from 
his opening. Without thinking, I took a hold of his 
shaft with my thumb and forefinger, held it upright, and 
wiped the sperm from the tip. Daniels cock spasmed again 
at my touch, issuing a bit of frothy residue this time. 
I was tempted to lick it away, but I used the towel 
before I could give in to this impulse.

"Did I miss any, sweet heart?" I asked. My motherly tone 
sounded wholly out of place.

He held up his chin and I could see some pearly liquid 
running down the sides of his neck.

"My goodness, honey, you almost came on your own face," 
I giggled.

"I had some great inspiration," he said, and I felt his 
hand slide up and cup one of my dangling breasts. I 
sucked in a quick breath, and nearly melted at the feel 
of his big hand grasping my long neglected flesh. I 
regained enough presence of mind to give him a little 
slap on the arm.

"None of that, now." I was relieved when he respected my 
light rebuke. If he hadn't, I don't think I would have 
had the willpower to resist him.

"You know the camera is still recording, right?"

"Oh, shit!" I jumped up and managed to get it to stop. 
Standing there in my bedroom, totally naked, with all 
the lights on and my son sprawled out on my bed with an 
undiminished erection, I just had to laugh. "What the 
hell have we gotten ourselves into?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know," Daniel answered with a sly smile, "but 
whatever it is, I like it."

***

We agreed that there was no point in trying again that 
night to shoot my video, and we were simply going to 
have to make another go at it the next evening. I can't 
say I was the least bit disappointed. I was beginning to 
question my insistence on us returning to our normal 
mother and son relationship after we finished this 
twisted little project of ours. Maybe it would be okay 
if we continued until his father came home. Nothing 
serious, just a little harmless showing off for each 
other. It's not like we were really even having sex 
together. If you thought about it, we were only doing 
the things we'd be doing anyway in the privacy of our 
own bedrooms, it's was just that we happened to be doing 
those things in the same room from time to time. A 
little unconventional, I'll admit, but not the worst 
thing in the world.

Daniel was off at an orientation for college, so I had 
the house to myself for the day. I had just finished 
putting in a load of laundry when the phone rang.

My stomach knotted.

Was this the call? The one where they calmly explained 
that there had been an unfortunate incident. A hostage 
situation gone bad, a roadside I.E.D., a suicide bomber 
in the hotel. I got to it before the third ring, praying 
it was a telemarketer.

It was Judy, from human resources at Bill's company. The 
company never called the house, they always got in touch 
with him using his cell phone. I lost all strength in my 
legs and dropped down onto the sofa. There was a sudden 
nausea and my heart raced. I wanted to hang up before 
she could say anything more, but I couldn't move.

A wave of relief flowed over me like a cold breeze when 
it turned out it was only a matter of Bill needing to 
sign some insurance papers ahead of an impending 
deadline, but Judy hadn't been able to get a hold of 
him. Then she said something very odd.

She mentioned that she was expecting to get our 
answering machine since she thought Bill and I were 
supposed to be in Hawaii for two more weeks on our 
vacation. I don't even know why, but I told her that we 
had to cut our trip short. She nattered on about forms, 
and overnight deliveries, but it was only so much 
background noise to me at that point.

I don't remember finishing the conversation as my mind 
went into overdrive, examining a thousand minute details 
culled from the past year, trying to make sense of what 
something deep inside of me already knew.

It seemed I had some work to do.

***

I stepped out of the bathroom after taking longer than 
usual to get myself ready. It had been a long day, and I 
wanted tonight to be special. Underneath my robe I had 
on a lacey purple bra and panty set that I knew Daniel 
would greatly appreciate.

"Hey, Mom," he said, grinning like the horny teenager he 
was. "Gorgeous, as always."

"Thanks, lover boy." I smiled, hoping he did detect the 
underlying stress I was feeling.

"Ready for another try?"

"Are you kidding? I'm getting to be a regular pro at 
this by now," I joked, feeling comforted just being near 
Daniel. "But we need to figure out a strategy first."

"Okay, what's the plan?"

"I ruined yesterday's video because I was too distracted 
by the huge bulge in your pants."

"Which you caused," he interjected.

"Guilty as charged. But I think I had it backwards when 
I thought you had to take care of yourself to relieve 
the problem."

"Yeah, that didn't quite solve the 'problem,' did it?"

"That's why I was thinking that it's me that needs to 
get it all out of my system."

"How do you mean?"

"Maybe if I see you do what you did last night before we 
shoot, I will be able to focus on the camera instead of 
you."

"You want me to put on a jerk off show for you so you 
won't be distracted by my cock?"

"Basically, yes."

"Worth a shot." Daniel was stripping out of his clothes 
before I could say another word.

By the time he got onto my bed, he was already most of 
the way hard. This time he got up on his knees, 
mimicking the position I had been using for all my 
attempted video shoots.

"Do you need some inspiration?" I asked in a sultry 
voice.

"Show me the mommy!" he cheered a al Jerry Maguire.

I slowly untied my frumpy robe as he got a firm grip on 
his cock. I turned my back and dropped the robe off my 
shoulders, then looked back and gave him a seductive 
wink. I let the robe fall away and he was treated to a 
view of me from behind.

With my bottom thrust toward him, I ran my fingers up 
under the edges of my purple panties along the curve of 
my butt. I grabbed both my cheeks and gave them a few 
playful squeezes.

"How's that? Does that get you hard?"

"Mom, your ass is amazing. I'm so fucking hard right 
now."

"You are? Let me see." I went and sat on the corner of 
the bed to get a closer look. My son's eyes were locked 
onto my voluptuous cleavage that was accentuated 
significantly by my sexy bra that lifted my breasts and 
pushed them together. "Show me how hard you are."

He proudly displayed himself to me, and I was once again 
taken with his size and shape. It had been over eighteen 
years since I'd seen a cock other than my husband's, and 
it made me feel like a virgin on her wedding night.

"Oh, Daniel," I gushed, "it's so beautiful. Your penis 
looks so good to me."

"Do you want me to come for you, Mom?"

"Yes, honey, play with your big penis and make it come."

He began pumping himself for me. My eyes were glued to 
his swollen head bobbing right in front of me, and that 
tantalizingly gaping cum hole of his. I wanted to push 
the tip of my tongue in there.

"You like that, Mom? You like watching me masturbate?"

"I do," I breathed. "It makes me so wet."

"Where?" he prodded.

"My pussy," I said, knowing he wanted to hear me talking 
filthy. "Seeing you jerk off your cock makes my pussy 
all wet. I can't believe looking at my son masturbate 
makes me want to fuck my fingers like crazy.

"Show me your tits, Mom. I have to see your nipples."

I was more than happy to fulfill with his request. I 
reached into my bra and scooped out one of my voluminous 
breasts and let it flop free. I repeated the maneuver 
with the other one so that both my tits were fully 
exposed to him.

"You like Mommy's giant titties, don't you, sweet 
heart?"

"They're the best I've ever seen in my life. I want to 
suck them so bad. I want to rub my cock all over them."

"Mmm, that sounds good." I took a hold of one of my 
breasts, squeezed and lifted in such a way that I was 
able to bring my nipple to my lips. I reached out with 
my tongue and gave my stiff nub a lick. I licked around 
the circumference of my nipple, then sucked it into my 
mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, that's so hot!"

"Such a nasty boy," I teased him. "Getting off on 
watching your mother suck her own tits." I lifted the 
other one and kissed my nipple before suckling it as 
well.

"I going to come," he grunted.

"Don't come on the bed, honey," I said urgently and he 
cupped his hand under the end of his penis. "No, not 
like that. Come on my boobs!" I squished them together 
and provided him with the ideal target.

"Oh God, yes!" He shuffled closer to me, his hand 
working his cock fast and furious, and aimed himself 
directly between my breasts.

In only a matter of seconds he was shooting jets of hot 
cum forcefully onto my chest. I almost came myself as 
the gooey fluid splashed onto my naked skin and began 
oozing downward.

"My nipple," I pleaded. "Get some on my nipple."

Daniel redirected his cock lower and ended up pressing 
the tip of it against one of my wide nipples and 
unleashed a small spurt of semen directly onto it. He 
moved to the other one and rubbed the tip of his penis 
against that nipple as the last remnants of cum leaked 
out of his hole.

I felt so alive. Alive like I don't think I've ever felt 
before in my entire life.

"Holy shit, Mom. Thank you. That was...I don't even know 
how to say it!"

"It was great for me too, honey, but now it's my turn. 
Hurry and get me a towel."

While he dashed off to the bathroom, I couldn't help but 
lick up a dab of his cum off one of my tits. I got a 
shiver that ran all through my body when my son's salty 
flavor filled my senses. I couldn't wait until I'd be 
able to get an entire mouthful of it.

I cleaned up real quick, then threw the towel aside.

"Let's get this show on the road," I said excitedly, 
wanting to get started before Daniel could think about 
putting his clothes back on.

I tucked my tits back into my bra, and got to my 
starting position. He stood at the camera naked and 
counted down, then pressed record.

This time my 'foreplay' was quick. I wasn't making this 
video for my husband any longer. This was for me, and 
for Daniel.

I stripped out of my bra, and played with my breasts for 
a few moments. Then I lay on my back and slipped off my 
panties. I took a deep breath, and opened my legs. Wide.

Daniel covered his mouth with his hand, fearing he might 
make a sound at the sight suddenly revealed to him. The 
previous two nights I was up on my knees and when I 
played with my pussy, my hand pretty much hid 
everything. This was the first time I was exposing 
myself to my son this explicitly. But there was more.

I reached down and toyed with the meaty flaps of my 
inner lips that jutted out from between my crease. I 
then spread myself open using both hands. My pink inner 
secrets were unveiled to my stunned boy. He could see my 
clit, my generous pussy lips, and my dripping wet hole.

My body writhed with anticipation as I ran my fingers 
through my moist flesh. I pinched the edges of my big, 
fat pussy lips and pulled them apart, delighting in the 
raw perversion of displaying my cunt like this to my own 
son. I followed this by plunging a finger into my eager 
hole, followed quickly by another.

I pumped myself for a few moments, then brought my 
soaked fingers up to my lips. I shamelessly licked and 
sucked my own juices from them, no longer afraid of 
Daniel seeing me as anything other than a sexual beast.

When I looked over at him, the sweet dear was playing 
with himself again. He was struggling to do it quietly, 
but he was staring longingly at my open pussy and 
stroking his wonderfully persistent cock.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Daniel, come here. I need you."

He didn't hesitate for a second and came to the side of 
the bed. "What is it, Mom?"

"Touch me, Daniel. I need you to touch my pussy." I once 
again spread myself open.

"Mom...are you sure?" He wanted this so badly, yet he 
still asked.

"Yes. Put your fingers inside me. I need this."

He didn't ask a second time, and with a shaking hand he 
reached down and pushed his middle finger into my pussy. 
My whole body reacted with the sudden shock of pleasure 
that simple act ignited within me. I grabbed his wrist 
and pushed his finger deeper into me, then began humping 
against it.

"More, Daniel," I moaned, and he added a second finger. 
I fucked his hand a little more, then begged him again, 
"One more." He added a third finger and I could finally 
feel that tight fit I was striving for. "Yes, that's it. 
Fuck me with your fingers, baby."

I doubted my son had been with many girls like this, but 
he seemed to know what he was doing and was handling my 
pussy quite well. He jammed his fingers into me, 
twisting them at just the right time, withdrawing them 
the perfect amount, then plunging them back in with the 
ideal speed and force. I was in my own personal 
paradise.

"You're going to make me come. Don't stop! Make me 
come!" I cried.

Daniel continued to work my pussy, never missing a beat, 
and I clenched my inner muscles around his thrusting 
fingers as the rush of my orgasm unfurled and energized 
my movements to greater levels of intensity.

"Oh, yesss! I'm commmming!" My scream filled the room 
and it felt so liberating to let loose like that. I rode 
out the electrified sensations sparkling throughout my 
groin, but I wasn't sated.

"Geez, Mom, you're so wet," my son marveled at the 
almost ridiculous amount of pussy juices flowing from 
me.

"Taste me," I whispered. He slid his fingers gently out 
from between my legs, brought them to his mouth, and 
tasted my most intimate essence. His eyes fluttered as 
if he was experiencing true rapture. "Taste me," I 
whispered again, more insistently this time and held 
myself open. He looked down at me, and I nodded to 
confirm his silent question.

Daniel moved so he could easily get down between my 
thighs. I could feel his breath on my enlivened flesh as 
he paused a moment to behold the delights he was about 
to feast upon. His mouth descended, settling softly over 
my pussy. That was all it took to put me on the verge of 
another shattering orgasm.

My son kissed my clit. My own boy's mouth was actually 
on my pussy. The reality of such a thing was almost 
beyond imagining, and yet it was happening. It was 
happening because I wanted it to happen. Because I 
needed it. I needed his love, and his tenderness, and 
his cock. I needed him to remind me what it was like to 
be a woman. A woman who could give ultimate pleasure, 
and was worthy of receiving the same in return. His 
tongue glided over my sex, and I was his woman.

"Oh, Daniel, that feels so good. Lick my pussy, baby. 
Lick it all over."

His movements were unsure but enthusiastic. My son was 
obviously not very experienced at giving a woman oral 
satisfaction, which made it all the more exciting. I 
wanted to believe mine was the first pussy he'd ever had 
his mouth on. I was so close to coming that it didn't 
really matter how practiced he was. I was about to come 
on my sweet Daniel's face regardless of his lovemaking 
skills.

"Suck my pussy," I begged him on. "Suck your mother's 
pussy! I'm going to come in your mouth! I want to come 
in my baby boy's mouth! I want to come!"

I grabbed hold of his head, lifted my legs and pressed 
his mouth firm to my cunt. I humped his face, heedless 
of any discomfort I might be causing him. He may not 
have been able to breathe, but I had to get this out. I 
was going to come, and come hard!

"Fuck, there it is!" I yelled. "Right there! I'm coming, 
coming, commmming!"

I beat the mattress with a clenched fist as my orgasm 
assailed my every muscle, nerve, and emotion 
simultaneously. I screamed, and screamed again. It was 
like a living creature inside me fighting to get out. I 
was transported to a place I'd never known. It was a 
beatific delirium that held the promise of purity and 
renewal. I was never one for new age foolishness, but I 
actually felt I'd achieved a moment of transcendence.

My body collapsed back down to the bed. I had apparently 
arched myself up onto my feet and shoulders. I gulped 
for air and waited for the flashing colors to fade from 
my vision. My fingers were twined in Daniel's hair as he 
lapped at my saturated vagina.

I luxuriated in the carnal sensations my son was giving 
me and embraced the glowing feeling that incomparable 
orgasm had awakened in me. I felt somehow cleansed. All 
the worry, the stress, and the guilt of the last eight 
months had been washed away. All the years of loneliness 
and self doubt were a bad dream that faded with the 
light of new dawn.

I would be the first person to laugh if any woman told 
me she had such a revelatory awakening as the result of 
a single orgasm, but I knew this was a turning point for 
me. I was ready to embrace my life like I'd never had 
the clarity and strength to do before.

Starting now.

"Daniel, I love you so much," I said, feeling the truth 
of those words stronger than the first time I spoke them 
in the hospital the night he came into my world. "Your 
mouth feels good on my pussy, baby." I didn't want him 
to stop, but there was something I wanted more. "I want 
your mouth on my nipples."

He responded by kissing his way up through my pubic 
hair, over my rounded belly, and to my enormous breasts. 
Daniel latched onto a nipple and sucked my delicate 
flesh into his mouth. It felt spectacular. But almost as 
tantalizing was the occasional touch of his erection 
against the inside of my naked thigh. I prayed he wanted 
it as much as I did.

"Daniel," I moaned, running my hands over his broad 
shoulders and strong back, "I want you to make love to 
me." He reluctantly abandoned my nipple and looked up at 
me.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey, I want you inside me." I searched his eyes, 
looking for any trace of revolt, or anger, or distress. 
What I saw was fiery passion, tinged with confusion.

"But Dad..."

"Do you trust me?" I took his face lovingly in my hands. 
"Be honest. Do you trust me completely?"

"Of course, you're my mother."

"Then believe me when I say it will be all right. If you 
want me--if you want to make love to me--then take me."

"I do want you, Mom. I want you so much it almost 
hurts."

Daniel looked down at me. He licked his lips, his 
expression clearly showing the inner turmoil of his 
dilemma. I held my breath, not wanting to put any more 
pressure on him than I already had. His face relaxed, 
the stressful expression faded away.

He leaned down and touched his lips to mine in a long 
tender kiss. "I trust you," he whispered and entered me 
in a single, smooth thrust of his hips.

My son's cock was in my pussy. He kissed me harder, and 
pushed himself as deep into me as he could. It nearly 
brought tears to my eyes.

"I'm going to come," he whimpered as if in apology.

I quickly wrapped my legs around him, and grabbed his 
buttocks, holding him inside me with all my strength.

"It's okay," I assured him, "come inside me. I promise 
it's okay. Come in my pussy, baby."

He grunted and strained hard into me. I felt his body 
convulse with each spurt of cum he unleashed within my 
pussy.

"That's it, baby. Fill me up. Fill my pussy with your 
cum."

When his body finally relaxed, and he'd emptied every 
remaining drop of his semen deep inside me, he looked at 
me with watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to be so quick, it just 
felt so good, I--"

"Oh, darling," I interrupted, "please don't be sorry. 
I've never felt anything as perfect as that in my whole 
life. I mean it."

"It feels perfect for me, too."

I drew him back down to me and we kissed once again. We 
kissed like lovers. Lips and tongues propelled by love 
and passion. It wasn't long before he was moving inside 
me.

"Daniel, your cock fits me like it was made for my 
pussy."

"It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt." He lifted 
himself up and looked down at our naked bodies joined 
together, as if he had to actually see it to believe it. 
"I've only done this once before, Mom, so say if I'm not 
doing it right."

"You doing it just right, baby."

My son made slow love to me. I blessed the resilient 
power of youth and reveled in the pleasures his hardness 
was coaxing from every part of my womanhood. He 
experimented with long deliberate thrusts using his 
entire shaft, then small quick jabs with just the head 
of his cock at my opening. He pushed himself deep and 
was grinding into me, pressing just right against my 
hard clit as he did.

"You fuck me so good," I gasped. I felt myself losing 
touch with reality. My son's cock became the only thing 
I could focus on. It was the only thing that had any 
meaning to me. "You fuck my cunt so good, baby."

"I want to make you come, Mom," he breathed into my ear.

"I'm ready. Give it to me."

With that I set my feet firmly on the bed and used the 
leverage to thrust myself down onto him. He responded to 
my movements, and was soon matching my rhythm. We fell 
into perfect sync, and I wanted to scream and laugh and 
cry all at the same time. To feel a man on top of me 
like this was incredible enough, but for it to also be 
the one person I loved more than anyone in the world 
took it to heights I couldn't even describe.

"That's it, fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy good and hard, 
baby."

"Like this?" he said with a growl in his voice and drove 
himself into me.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me!"

"You like my cock inside you?"

"Yes!"

"You like when I fuck your pussy hard with my cock?"

"Yes, Daniel, harder!"

We were going at it like mad. He slammed his huge cock 
into my pussy with strong, almost punishing, strokes. It 
was rough and it was fierce, but I wanted it even 
harder!

"Come on my cock, Mom! Fucking come all over my cock!"

"Yes! Fuck my cunt! Make me cum! Make my cunt come with 
your cock!"

My huge tits were flying loosely in all directions like 
big fleshy sacks of pudding. The sloppy wet noise of my 
pussy being fucked increased the thrill for me. Daniel's 
big balls slapped against my ass, making an enticing 
staccato sound.

I felt the tunnel vision closing in and knew I was about 
to come.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck my cunt harder! Almost there, 
almost there..."

He gripped my shoulders and intensified his already 
powerful efforts, fucking me harder than I could 
remember ever being fucked. I was in absolute heaven!

"I coming, Mom!" he groaned through the exertions. "I'm 
going to come again!"

"Come with me, baby!" I screamed, barely able to get the 
words out. "Come with me!"

We both achieved orgasm at almost the same moment. His 
began first, and it was the final inducement I needed to 
put me over the edge with him. His cock penetrated to 
its extreme limit, and my pussy clamped around the thick 
base of it in a convulsion of ravenous possession.

My cunt owned that cock!

Daniel crumpled on top of me, exhausted and spent. I 
accepted the weight of him gratefully as I ran my hands 
over his sweat-soaked back. I held him inside me, 
feeling as if we were a single entity bonded within the 
warm depths of my vagina.

It may have been as long as ten minutes before my son's 
cock began to soften. He rolled off of me and I couldn't 
resist taking his half-hard penis into my mouth.

I tasted the mixture of his cum and mine and sucked up 
every trace of it I could find, even licking some from 
his balls. That's when I noticed the little red light on 
the camera.

I smiled, pleased with the fact that our first time 
together had been captured on video. I got up and 
stopped the recording.

"Oh, shit," Daniel cursed. "I knew you were up to 
something. Now you're going to blackmail me, aren't 
you?"

"That's right." I caught some of the cum now dribbling 
out of my pussy and smeared it across my nipples. "If 
you don't lick my nipples clean, I'm posting this video 
on the internet so everyone will know that you fucked 
your own mother."

He smiled at me as I got onto the bed and mounted his 
hips.

"I guess I'd actually be worried if I thought there was 
even a chance you could open a browser, much less post a 
video."

"Shut up and do as you're told, young man." I let my 
cum-covered titties hang down over his face, then 
lowered a nipple into his mouth. He didn't balk, and 
gladly suckled me, cleaning away the daubs of our cum 
with his tongue.

As he did that, I managed to tuck his semi-hard penis 
into my pussy as I straddled him.

"Mom," he said, taking his mouth away from my breasts. 
"What brought all this on? I mean, it's easily the best 
thing that's ever happened in my life, but I thought you 
said we were only going to look and not touch."

"Are you sure you want to have this conversation while 
your cock is in my pussy?"

He gave me a 'why not' shrug, even as I could feel him 
growing harder inside me.

"Well, I got a strange call from your father's office 
this afternoon."

"Is Dad all right?"

"He's in Hawaii." I couldn't help but turn my hips and 
grind my pussy down onto Daniel as I talked. His 
expression was an odd combination of confusion and 
placid elation.

"What's he doing there?"

"I have to assume that's where his girlfriend wanted to 
go, since your father has always hated the beach."

"Dad's cheating on you?" The consternation in his voice 
stood in bizarre contrast to him taking hold of my hips 
and pressing himself up into me upon hearing this news.

"I had to do some checking, but he's been back in the 
States for over a month. New York City for a few days, 
then a couple weeks in California. Ooo, that feels good 
right there."

"And now he's in Hawaii?"

"I called his room, and a woman answered."

"And you're certain about this?" he asked as his hands 
slid down to caress my ass.

"I may be a dummy when it comes to technology, but I'm a 
master when it comes to using a telephone to find out 
what I need to know." I fondled my breasts as I 
continued to ride his cock. "I can't believe you're 
going to make me come again already."

"Does this mean I'm your rebound guy?"

"Maybe a little," I admitted, not really having thought 
of it in those terms. "All I know is that something 
happened to me over the past couple of days that I never 
expected. The only thing holding me back was my marriage 
to your father. I suspected him of cheating a few times 
in the past, but I convinced myself I was just being 
paranoid."

"Why would he do that when he already has the perfect 
woman?"

"Don't get carried away, sport, I'm far from perfect. 
But I think we've learned today that people are capable 
of doing just about anything--even things they never 
imagined they could do."

"What does this mean, then...for us?"

"It means I'm going to fuck you a little faster now and 
have another mind-blowing orgasm."

"And after that?"

"It's just as much your decision as it is mine, but I 
want more of this."

"I do, too."

"Then, for now, we can go on making each other feel 
good, and see where it takes us."

"That sounds good, Mom. That sounds really good."

"I'm glad you think so. Now be quiet, and let Mommy fuck 
your brains out."

***

Annoyed at the interruption, Bill hastily pulled on the 
complimentary hotel bathrobe to cover his nakedness and 
answered the door. It was a bellman with a FedEx 
package. Bill snatched the package from the boy and sent 
him away without a tip.

He went back into the room where Fahimah waited for him 
on the bed, naked except for the leather harness of her 
strap-on dildo--the shaft glistening with a fresh 
coating of lube.

"Who is it?" she purred in her accented English.

"Just a package?"

"But no one is knowing you are here, yes?"

Bill was ready to toss the package aside, but she had a 
point. He checked the sender's address.

"Oh, shit."

He tore open the package and pulled out a clear jewel 
case.

"What is it?"

"Looks like a DVD."

"Put it on video machine, I want to see."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea."

"You don't say no to me, little man. Play it or you no 
get my cock in your dirty man pussy."

"Yes, Mistress."

Bill reluctantly put the DVD in the player and turned on 
the TV.

"Who is it, this woman?"

"That's my wife," Bill explained gloomily.

"Very beautiful. And the handsome young man?"

"My son."

"Hmm...you have sexy family at your home."

"Only if you consider uptight, conservative and boring 
to be sexy."

"Oh, look. Why are they becoming naked?"

"What the fuck?"

"She have such big beautiful tits. And you son have nice 
cock, no?"

"What the fucking hell is this?"

"Hi, Dad." Daniel's voice sounded cheery and carefree. 
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking good care 
of Mom while you're away. Hope your little trip to the 
beach was worth it. Now go ahead, sit back, and enjoy 
the show."

Bill watched in horror as his wife blew a kiss to the 
camera, then lay down on their bed and spread her legs. 
His son climbed on the bed with her, his hard cock in 
his hand, and appeared to be about to get between her 
legs.

Bill jumped up to hit the stop button.

"Don't touch!" Fahimah barked. "I wish to see boy make 
sex with his mother."

"Please, Mistress, no," Bill sniveled.

"Shut up and watch how real man does fucking."

Bill watched in chastened silence as his wife of 
eighteen years had the best sex of her life with his own 
son.

It hurt even more the second time through, when Fahimah 
made him replay it from the beginning so she could watch 
it while she fucked him in the ass, hard.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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