Chapter 220: Barbie Josset, 31, crossing a line...

When Mattie set up the tripod he’d borrowed from Ray-Ray at the foot of her bed, Barbie was startled, but not all that surprised. Mattie hadn’t discussed taping them, but when she saw the camera, it seemed like an almost natural progression to her.

She’d been in so many videos already. The only difference — well two differences — this would be in her own bed. And Tee-Bob would be right there watching her get fucked.

Barbie realized that this was yet another small kindness on Mattie’s part. It would be the first time that Tee-Bob would get to be in a video with his mother.

She and her son were now closer than ever. It had taken some time after his motel betrayal, but she had been able to mostly get past it.

Of course, their recent bonding — a different kind of friendship, really — was partly due to her allowing the boy to watch Mattie in bed with her. But beyond that, there was an emerging fondness, a shared sense of a mutual affection that went beyond any erotic involvement.

Although, even as head-over-heels as she was with Mattie, Barbie still realized that most of Tee-Bob’s infatuation with her was, indeed, sexual.

As he watched her sucking and fucking Mattie, he would often shoot off without touching himself.

Still, Barbie was convinced that they were becoming closer — mother and son — even without the nudity, the voyeurism, the sexual energy.

When Mattie had the tripod adjusted to his liking, Barbie sat in front of her makeup mirror and did her face and hair carefully. Tee-Bob watched in quiet awe; Mattie with bemusement.

In bed, the camera rolling, Mattie took his usual time. Kissing, licking his way down her body, using his mouth and fingers to give her the first orgasm of the night.

Tee-Bob lay beside her, holding her hand, gazing at her with love.

Then Mattie lay down on his back. Barbie smiled and turned to face the camera as she straddled him. When he was fully inside, she sighed, “Yes, oh yes.” With her back to him, she leaned back and began the ancient up-and-down movement.

She felt Mattie’s hand grasp hers, and lead her to Tee-Bob’s cock. Mattie hadn’t told her about this, but, again, she wasn’t all that surprised.

Tee-Bob whispered, “Oh Mama.”

It wasn’t pure muscle memory that had her stroking the boy. She was fully aware of what she was doing. Of the line she was crossing. And she wanted to be clear, to be on the record, “I’m doing this for you, Mattie.”

“I know, Barbie, and I love you for it.” Barbie again.