Chapter 2

Dad greeted us when we arrived home, eager to finish recording. Mom and I went into our rooms to change for the final takes. I decided to remain nude under my robe this time. The tight underwear Mom bought for me were too uncomfortable and she didn’t seem to mind having my cock pressed into her.

Mom met me in the living room, dressed in one of her nighties. My heart sank when I noticed a bra underneath.

Before Dad had time to discuss the scenarios, Mom related, “Dan and I went dancing today and he had to protect me from a drunk businessman who made a pass at me. Dan pretended to be my husband so they’d leave me alone. We had a lovely dance, aside from that incident, thanks to Dan’s chivalry.”

I sighed a breath of relief when she didn’t describe how I groped her bare tit. It was the first time that I’d heard Mom withhold information from Dad.

“Good job,” Dad commended me, smiling. “I love the way you’ve stepped up to respect and protect your mother.”

I recall Dad mentioning something similar during our initial discussion about how he wanted me to take care of Mom. Was he testing me to ensure I would and could protect her after he was gone?

Dad fidgeted nervously before describing the evening’s schedule. “The next scene depicts a mother unexpectedly walking into her son’s room while he’s masturbating. Feeling sorry for him, she assists him, knowing he’s an inexperienced virgin.”

He paused, looked at Mom, and said, “Denise, it’s not really necessary for you to do this, as it involves more nudity than we originally agreed to.”

Mom looked like she had something to say and I figured this would be the line in the sand for her. I feared she would probably end it.

“John, that scenario isn’t realistic,” she refuted his suggestion. “First off, most mothers, including myself, don’t go barging into their son’s rooms. We recognize their need for privacy. And mothers don’t grab their son’s penis when they see it exposed. It reeks of something out of a cheap porno movie. Allow me to do a more realistic version, one that I think your client would appreciate.”

Dad looked a little taken aback, but replied, “Sure Denise, you’ve come up with a lot of great input. You direct Dan through the scene and I’ll record it. You don’t mind seeing him nude? Do you want to see him now, to prevent any surprises during the scene?”

“Of course, I don’t mind seeing him nude. He’s my son. I’ve seen him naked many times and no, I don’t want a preview. Let’s keep it genuine,” Mom insisted.

She turned to me, instructing, “Dan, you’ll kiss me goodnight, get flustered and embarrassed and retreat to your room. After I confront you in your room, you’ll play the naive virgin who can’t grasp the fact that he sexually desires his hot mother.”

No complaints from me and it was a little exciting knowing I was going to show off my cock to Mom. My excitement grew, replaying her words, describing herself as my hot mother.

When Dad switched on the camera, I approached and held Mom and hugged her, I leaned in to kiss her goodnight. Just a moist, light kiss. Not much more than a son would normally kiss his mother.

Mom caught me off-guard when she moved her hand up to the back of my head, running her fingers through my scalp and pulling my head tightly to hers as we kissed. Now I know why she told me she likes to have her head held. My excitement grew as I anticipated her next move. My cock became steel-hard and pointed straight up against my body.

As she released the hold on my head, I felt her other hand travel down the front of my robe and firmly grip my stiff staff through the fabric. Inhaling deeply at the sudden pressure, Mom giggled as she witnessed my reaction.

“Goodnight, dear. You seem flushed. Aren’t you feeling well?” Mom asked, sexily smirking.

My face turned a shade of red, from my mother’s sudden cock handling. Clearing my throat, I managed to mutter, “I’m fine Mom, I have to go now. Goodnight.”

Turning fast, I dashed to my room and closed the door. According to Dad’s script, I was supposed to be whacking off when Mom entered, but Mom wanted to change it. Guess I should still take off my robe and crawl into bed, pretending to jack-off.

Shucking my garment, I crawled under my sheet, pulled it up until it was below my groin and started to beat my rock-hard shaft. It felt good and if Mom didn’t show up soon, the show would be over.

The next thing I heard was a soft knock on my door. Mom uttered, “Dan, are you decent? Can I come in and talk to you?”

I guess she wanted me to be covered. I pulled the sheet over my hard cock which pointed up toward my chin against my stomach. “Come in, Mom. I’m good.”

She entered, looking radiant as ever, with Dad following, recording our encounter. She sat on the edge of the bed, reaching up to stroke my bare chest. “Dan, I’m sorry I embarrassed you tonight. It’s nothing to get upset about. You’re a grown man and you can’t control your sexual urges, even if it’s from your own mother.”

“I know, Mom. It’s weird, that’s all. I shouldn’t be aroused by you, but it doesn’t help that you’re so beautiful and sexy,” I said in line with the script.

Stroking lower on my stomach, she leaned in closer and consoled me, “You’ll get over it, dear. Would it help if I didn’t kiss you? Or should I dress a little more appropriately around you?”

“No, Mom. I’ll be fine. I don’t want to change our relationship because of my hormones. I’ll be better from now on, since we’ve discussed it and it’s out in the open. I don’t think I’ll have a problem anymore,” I replied, knowing it was a total lie. I would always get excited around her.

Mom continued moving her petite hand in circles on my lower stomach as she leaned in, her full lips inches away from mine. She hoarsely whispered, “So, you think you can control your sexual desires? If your mother kisses you, you won’t get an erection?”

Pressing her moist lips to mine, she ran her tongue along my lips before sinking it into my open mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as I felt her run her hand down through my pubic hair and cup my full balls. Her eyes widened as she moved her hand to firmly grasp my rock-hard cock. She slowly explored my entire length while we kissed. It was the first time she felt my bare cock and she took her time to acquaint herself with it.

Continuing to passionately kiss me, she wrapped her hand around my fat head and twisted it, causing precum to ooze out the tip. She coated my head before running her hand back down my length, coating it with my slick juice. Our breathing rate elevated so high we had to discontinue our kiss to catch our breath.

Holding firmly onto my shaft, she pushed the sheet down, eager to uncover her excited son.

“It looks like you may need some practice in controlling your sexual urges, young man,” she murmured as she sensually pumped my shaft. With every other stroke, she wrapped her hand around my bloated head and squeezed it, causing it to leak more precum. My rod became greasy slick as she gave me a far better hand-job than I’d been able to give myself.

I groaned, resulting in a wide smile from Mom as she asked, “Isn’t this better than doing it yourself? This is why you have to meet a girl. Things like this feel much better when someone else is doing it.”

“Oh god, Mom, that feels good. It’s much better than doing it myself,” I croaked.

Her breathing intensified as she vigorously stroked up and down my long, thick shaft. She leaned down to admire her son’s genitals up close. She blew air on the head, causing me to hump my hips up in pleasure.

Her nightie rose as she squirmed on my bed to get in a better position to jack me off. I could see her light blue panties now which resulted in more blood flowing into my hard cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dad adjusting his position to capture different angles of the performance.

When it was evident I was close to an orgasm, Dad interrupted, “Okay, Denise. Far enough. Dan can come down to the office tomorrow and we’ll finish the scene with Sally.”

Dammit, Dad was going to end it at the worst possible time. I was ready to unload and he wanted us to stop in order to prevent Mom from becoming embarrassed. I wasn’t convinced Mom would even mind. She seemed pretty excited and I had the impression she didn’t want to stop. Her hand refused to release its tight grip as she stroked my shiny spear.

Mom quickly retorted, “Sally? The office slut you shagged a month ago? She isn’t touching my boy. Keep running the camera and let me take care of this.”

Her hand quickened as if she wanted me to cum before Dad stopped her again.

“Oh god, Mom. I’m going to erupt. I’ve never been this excited. I’m shooting!”

My fat head and shaft expanded with a sudden rush of blood in anticipation of a climax. As the first stream of cum shot up my cock, Mom lowered down and captured my spurting head in her hungry mouth.

Looking up at me, her lustful eyes locked with mine. She continued to stroke, as thick, milky cream poured out of my exploding cannon, filling Mom’s mouth. I’ve never come so hard, but Mom has never had her mouth wrapped around my prick either.

After my contractions ceased and my balls were drained of cum, Mom discontinued stroking, leaving her mouth locked around my sensitive head. Dad moved in closer, capturing the erotic moment. Mom opened her mouth enough to allow my creamy, sticky cum to flow down my shaft. She hadn’t swallowed but had captured and held my entire load of batter.

As the flow of white sperm neared my balls, Mom sunk down my slimy rod, licking and swallowing my cum as she pulled back up. It was so erotic I thought I might get hard again. Taking my eyes off Mom cleaning my cock, I noticed a dark spot on her blue panties. Mom’s pussy leaked, displaying her wanton lust as she sucked off her virgin son.

She shifted positions, lowering her nightie in order to kiss me. Pulling back, she smiled and said, “There, that should be a good scene for our movie.”

“Agreed,” Dad quickly affirmed. “Your version is far hotter and better than the one I thought we’d do. Your finish was unbelievable. I thought you were going to swallow and we wouldn’t know if he came or not. Perfect impromptu acting on your part.”

“Thanks, John. I thought it was a nice touch. I’ve worked up an appetite though. I’ll get us something to eat. We can finish after a good meal,” Mom stated as she rose and headed out the door.

Dad replied, “Great Denise. The only scene left is some voice dialogue from the both of you. For the rest of it, I’m going to splice in from the net.”

It was great while it lasted. It looked like we were done, but at least I received a great hand-job from Mom and fondled her bare breast.

After changing to some clean underwear, I threw on my robe and joined them in the kitchen. Mom changed into a dress for dinner. We discussed everything except for the erotic event that occurred earlier.

Back in the living room, Dad described the next clip. “We only have the final scene and we’ll be done. The mother will have another talk with her son concerning their previous encounter and eventually agree to take his virginity. Don’t worry though, the physical part I’ll edit in from other porn clips. We only need the voice dialogue to keep consistent with the rest of the film.”

“Really, John?” Mom asked, once again not on board with Dad’s script. “Do you actually think a mother is simply going to invite her son into her bed and take his virginity? There’s not much plot there, and a mother wouldn’t be so quick to seduce her offspring. I think the son would more likely be the one to initiate the act.”

“I hadn’t really looked at it from your perspective,” Dad replied. “You might have a point. Why don’t you discuss the scene with Dan while I prepare to record.” Handing Mom one of his packaged condoms, he continued, “The client would like to have a scene with you rolling it on. After you two have consented to sex, we can stop the action part of the scene and continue to record your voices.”

Mom remained silent, while digesting Dad’s script. Surprisingly, she didn’t object about rolling a condom on me. “Okay, I’ll try to make it as realistic as possible. Go and get set up. I’ll discuss our scene with Dan.”

Dad headed down the hall and ducked into my computer room. I assumed it was to install a fresh memory card.

Mom stood and held out her arms in an inviting manner. As I neared her, I saw Dad leave my study and walk down to their bedroom. Mom pulled me to her and stroked my arms while she waited for Dad to close their door.

She softly spoke, as she carefully detailed the scene to me. “It’s important for us to set the mood right. The mother in this scene, played by me, knows it isn’t proper to encourage such a close interaction with her son. She hasn’t had a loving relationship for a long time and excitedly got carried away during a lapse of judgment. She will be more reserved now, still sexually desiring her son, but repressing her lust to save their relationship.”

She locked her eyes with mine, looking for my reaction. Reaching out, she pulled my hands to her waist. Slipping her hands in my robe, she firmly held my bare sides. Her hands kneaded my firm flesh. “You’ll be playing the son trying to convince his mother to take his virginity. You love your mother but lately, your love has matured into sexual lust. Like your mother, you have been afraid to initiate anything, fearing harm to your close relationship with her. Your only hope in succeeding is convincing your mother you’re more than a horny boy trying to seduce your sexy mom. You’ll have to prove to her that you love and cherish her.”

She pulled me closer, planting her face against the side of mine as she tightly gripped my sides. Her breath washed over my ear. “Do you think you can act like the son I described?”

The closeness of her body drove me crazy. My prick stiffened as I built up enough nerve to express my feelings for her. “I won’t have to act, because it’s exactly how I feel. I love you, Mom.”

Her rapid breathing matched my own as we emotionally connected. Mom’s hands moved to my stomach and caressed me. “Me too, honey. Me too.”

One of her hands moved lower and pulled out the waistband of my shorts, allowing it to snap back. “Remove these before you come in. Give me a few minutes to change. Knock on the door when you’re ready to enact the final scene.”

Pulling back, she released my sides to amble down the hall. Watching the backs of her beautiful legs, I smiled as I recapped her response. My joy dampened as I remembered Mom has been involved in the ‘Me Too’ movement for the last several years. Was she warning me not to sexually pursue her or did she harbor the same illicit desires?

She stopped at my computer room door as if something distracted her. Seeing her enter my study, I prolonged removing my underwear to avoid an embarrassing situation. Several minutes later, she emerged. Quickly glancing at me, she proceeded down to their room.

Noticing her flushed face, I thought, “Was she having second thoughts concerning our upcoming enactment?” After she closed the door, I removed my shorts as instructed. Going to my room, I threw my underwear on my bed and turned to go down the hall, when movement from my computer room caught my eye.

I gasped as I entered and realized what had made Mom blush. My homemade porn video was playing. Dad must have started it up when he stopped in. For what purpose? I guess my secret folder wasn’t as secure as I thought. The sound was muted and the monitor faced the open door. Anyone could easily see the action when walking by.

Turning away from the lurid scene on display, my thoughts rehashed recent events. Dad had said he was going to do some strange things before revealing his affair with Diana. I concluded that Dad put this whole seduction plan into effect to illustrate how you could be attracted to someone close and taboo.

I wondered if Dad had seen Mom’s lustful look when my cock was in her mouth and decided to halt this charade before it progressed any further. Showing her the video must be his final step of the plan to finalize the end of their relationship. He did mention there would be little to no physical interaction in this last segment.

My heart sank as I realized sex with my beautiful mother was quickly fading away. The only thing to look forward to would be her rolling a condom over my hard prick. Realizing I had spent too long out in the hallway, I went to their door, anticipating a heated discussion between them. Finding silence, I switched to acting mode as I lightly knocked on the door and loudly asked, “Mom, can I talk to you?”

“Come in, Dan.”

With bated breath, I anxiously opened their door and entered. Dressed in a black nightie with thin shoulder straps, I could tell she wore a bra but couldn’t tell the color due to her opaque nightie. The sheet coerced her lower body up to her waist as she sat upright in bed, pretending to be reading a book. Her face had returned to her natural color, showing no sign she had witnessed her husband fucking her sister moments earlier.

As I approached their bed, she placed her book on the nightstand and moved to one side, making room for me. She motioned for me to sit by her. Unsure of how to start the conversation, I was relieved when she broke the silence. “Do you want to talk about what we did earlier? I’m sorry if I went too far. I only wanted to demonstrate the benefits of having a girlfriend.”

Remembering what she told me about how I should act, I replied, “It was great Mom, but you know it wasn’t just what you did. The fact it was you is what made it great. I love being with you.”

She smiled and reached over to stroke my arms. I leaned in to kiss her and she backed away, before our lips could connect. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. A mother shouldn’t romantically kiss her son.”

Was she staying in script or did she really mean it? Her lustful eyes sent me a clear signal. Leaning in close, I whispered, “A mother and son who are completely in love with each other display their love by how they kiss.”

She didn’t back away when I tried again, as our lips meshed together. Our mouths opened, our tongues seeking out each other. Our breathing rate increased when we kissed as lovers rather than mother and son. Pulling off her sweet mouth, I moved to her neck and kissed my way up to her ear.

Nibbling on her ear lobe, I partially opened my robe with my right hand. My hard prick stood up proud but still out of Mom’s sight.

“Mom, I really want to know what it’s like to be with a woman, completely joined with a woman.”

Her hand snaked in my robe, gripping my bare side. “You will. Someday a woman you love will take your virginity and you’ll see how wonderful a connection can be with someone you love.”

Kissing her again, I took her other hand in mine and moved it to my upright pole. Hot air rushed out of her nostrils as she wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft. Exploring my heavy balls and cock, her hand traveled up and down my length.

Turning my torso toward her, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. Releasing her moist lips, I croaked, “I do want to lose my virginity to someone I love. And I don’t love anyone more than you. I want you to be my first. Please help me, Mom.”

“I love you too, but you know that’s too far. A son can’t have sex with his mother.”

As this was the last scene we were going to do, I risked being more physical. Pulling her in tightly with my left arm, we kissed as lovers again. Her hand continued to squeeze as she slowly pumped my hard shaft. My hand traveled up her back. Opening my fingers, I ran my hand up the back of her head to hold her lips tightly to mine.

Our eyes locked as her lustful eyes conveyed she knew what was coming next. Her hands tightened, one around my rock-hard cock and the other holding my side. She displayed no resistance as my right hand moved up the front of her nightie clad body until it was filled with her full breast. The fabric of her bra and nightgown were thin enough not to hinder the excitement of holding one of her firm globes. Her eyes widened as I squeezed and kneaded her motherly tit. Her lustful expression gave away that this was more than acting. She desired physical attention from her son.

Our intense kissing stimulated both of us, our breathing becoming rapid and short. Her hand stroked my pole, coating it with the precum oozing from my tip. Her hand gripped my side as she gently pushed, signaling she wanted to say something.

Before she could talk, I lowered my hands and professed, “I don’t want sex, Mom. It’s more than physical for both of us. I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want to make love to you.”

Breathing heavily and sticking to the script, she relinquished, “I suppose one time wouldn’t hurt to get it out of your system. I wouldn’t want you to have a bad experience your first time. If you’re sure you really want this, I could help you through this stage of your life.”

Not waiting for an answer, her hand released my prick to retrieve the packaged condom out from under the pillow. Removing it from the foil wrapper, she rolled the lubricated, latex sheath down my upright shaft. Finished, she stroked my cock several times as if to test its durability.

Reaching up to my shoulders, she pulled my robe off. As soon as I threw it on the floor, she shifted down lower in the bed and lifted the sheet. Smiling wide, I slid in beside her. Once the sheet was over us, she locked her eyes with mine.

Dad broke the silence, saying, “Excellent, that finishes the video portion of the scene. Talk like you’re finishing the incestuous act and I’ll edit in the rest.” He placed the camera on the nightstand facing the wall since he only needed audio. He sat uncomfortably in a chair, waiting for us to verbally finish the seduction.

Mom reached over to me, pulling me within inches of her sizzling body. Her expression blended a mixture of lust and anxiety. Not having any idea how to proceed, Mom rescued me when she suggested, “John, I think Dan is nervous, continuing in front of you. Why don’t you leave and let us finish the dialogue part of it.”

Dad enthusiastically replied, “Great idea. You don’t need me in here adding any more embarrassment to the situation. I’ll be out watching the game. Let me know when you’re done.” He quickly left, appearing relieved to escape the uncomfortable enactment.

Mom smiled, pulled me into her body and kissed me. Our breathing rate increased as our kissing intensified, heating up our sheet covered bodies. “You’re really warming us up. A lady likes some attention before she gives herself to a man,” Mom said, loud enough for the camera to pick up.

She reached up and pulled the straps off her shoulders. Sliding her nightie down to her waist freed her upper body for my roaming hands. Her skin felt warm and moist, covered with a sheen of sweat, as I stroked her stomach and back. Taking the initiative, I moved my hands up to her bra-covered breasts. She exhaled deeply as I squeezed her luscious mounds.

“Do it. honey. Fondle your mother’s breasts. Are they as good as you expected?” she asked, her voice hoarse and filled with lust.

Speaking loud enough for the camera, I expressed, “They’re perfect, so firm and soft.”

Pulling me in closely, she kissed me hard as her hands stroked up and down my torso. She pulled away long enough to whisper in my ear, “The clasp is in the front. Unhook it.”

My hands went to the front of her bra to find the clasp. Unhooking it, I pushed the silky material to her sides, freeing her magnificent breasts. Kneading her fleshy mounds, my pelvis involuntarily humped against her as my excitement level quickened.

“Mom, your breasts are perfect, better than I could have ever imagined,” I exclaimed, joyfully massaging her firm globes.

Reaching down to firmly grasp my prick, she pulled me on top of her. While we intimately kissed, our hands roamed over our exposed flesh.

“Sweetie, it’s time for you to experience the ultimate expression of love. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I love you more than you can imagine. Run your hands over your horny mother. Pull my nipples.”

My fingers enclosed each stiff tip, causing her to shriek. Gripping each hard nub, I pulled them, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. Her pelvis humped up in anticipation.

“Oh my god! It’s time to fuck your mother! Stuff your cock into your mother’s pussy!” Mom screamed.

I tongue-fucked her mouth while I teased her blood-engorged nipples.

After stroking my shaft a dozen more times, she cupped and lightly squeezed my balls. Snagging the bottom of the rubber, she pulled it off my slick, stiff prick. Her delicate hand massaged my uncovered cock, causing it to profusely leak precum. She clamped tightly on the shaft, directly behind my bloated head and pulled me toward her.

“Please be slow. Your prick is so huge, you could hurt your poor mother. You have to be careful when you fuck a woman that hasn’t had sexual relations for a long time,” she cooed.

Was she still acting? Our nude bodies were slick with sweat as we enacted the scene. Her breasts heaved up and down as my hands continued to maul them.

I felt her body hump up as she pulled my cock closer to her nightie covered waist. Suddenly, my fat head was nestled in a steamy, fleshy cavern. Mom wasn’t wearing panties and she had guided my prick to her pussy. Her gash, already slick with her juices, allowed my shaft to easily slide in several inches.

It was tighter and much hotter than I thought possible. Her hungry pussy enveloped my cock, squeezing it as if it were in a vice. Slowly pulling back out to her outer lips, I eased back in and stopped after a few inches. I still wasn’t sure if she had made a mistake and accidentally caught my prick in her open hole or if I should keep going.

While short stroking in and out of Mom’s fiery snatch, I thought I better say something for the camera. “Mom, your pussy is so snug and soft. I can’t believe I’m fucking my own mother. I love you so much.”

Mom’s breasts heaved up and down as she breathed hard and fast. She wasn’t talking, blissfully enjoying the initial, incestuous penetration. Seizing the opportunity, I leaned down to seal our panting mouths together. Her eyes flew open as her arms wrapped around me tightly, mauling my mouth with her tongue. She humped her hips off the bed, meeting my thrusts, enabling her hungry pussy to gobble up more of my prick.

She released my mouth long enough to scream for the camera. “Shove your virgin cock into me. It’s so damn good. I’ve never had anything so huge. Fuck me hard and deep!”

Pulling my face back to hers, we continued to tongue fuck each other. Her hands moved down to my ass, pulling me into her. Respecting her horny needs, I sank to the bottom of her throbbing pussy. Air rushed from her lungs, filling my own. She pulled away from my mouth, wailing with lustful rapture.

Fucking her fast and hard, I worried that the camera picked up the sloshing sounds of our incestuous joining. I didn’t care and couldn’t have stopped anyway. I only wanted to concentrate on pleasing Mom. Her excited body shook as we fucked for the first time. Our long pent-up lust had finally been fulfilled as our bodies frantically tried to please each other.

I will remember that moment forever. Mom’s sexy body thrashed and writhed beneath me, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced. Her hips pushed up on each downstroke, enabling my entire prick to fill her horny pussy. Our lips parted as we gasped for air. The sounds picked up by the camera would be mostly of Mom’s loud moaning and groaning, reflecting her joy from finally receiving the long anticipated fuck from her son.

Wanting our first time to last longer, there was no turning back as I rapidly approached an orgasm. There was no finesse in our fucking. Slamming in and out of my mother’s slick pussy as fast as I could, my balls filled with thick semen. Not only was I losing my virginity, but it was to my beautiful, sexy Mom and she was as excited as me through our first fuck. My emotional excitement caused my prick to expand rapidly.

“I’m going to cum, Mom. I’ve never been this turned on. I can’t hold it any longer!”

“Cum in your mother!’ Mom exclaimed. “Fill my horny pussy. Oh god, I’m cumming so hard!”

My prick expanded, making it harder to slide in and out, as my balls pushed a load of thick cum out through my steel-hard cannon. Painting the walls of her pulsing glove resulted in a loud scream as she contracted on my invading shaft. Her orgasm overtook her, climaxing for the first time on her son’s cock. Her screaming shifted to loud grunting, as I continued to fill her pussy with baby batter.

After her contractions ceased, I continued to slide in and out of her saturated cavern. I didn’t ever want to stop. Mom pulled my head to hers and sensually kissed me while we enjoyed our post-coital moment. Her eyes filled with sexual satisfaction.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I hit the button to stop the camera from recording. Returning to my beautiful mother, I gently kissed her neck and succulent lips as my prick remained buried in her drenched pussy.