Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke up and felt amazing. I took my shower and had no hesitation in looking myself in the mirror. I even enjoyed it. I no longer just saw the skinny kid in the mirror, but could see a body that had experienced hands roaming all over it. My dick was not just some malformed, oversized useless appendage, but a powerful tool that impressed even the most experienced of women. I got dressed and chose my clothes with care for the first time in a long time.

Over breakfast, I looked through my socials and was delighted to see that Tina had messaged me on insta to say hi and remind me of her sorority party she mentioned. Without second guessing myself I responded to her message and asked how her job search was going.

I put my phone away when from behind me I heard my mother’s door open and close as she came into the room.

“Morning handsome,” she said.

“Morning,” I replied. “I made you some eggs to. They’re on the stove.”

“My hero,” my mom’s voice answered back from behind me.

I heard the clinking of silverware and she served herself. I wondered what phase 3 would bring. Shouldn’t I be worried about it like I was with the previous phases? Was I looking forward to it? And why not? Mom’s direction hadn’t failed me yet. Each step she took me out of my comfort zone had brought me more confidence. And a blowjob to boot!

Mom sat down across from me and when I looked up, I almost dropped my fork. Mom had never been modest in the home, and of course had bared herself to me the other day. But there she was, topless, sitting with me at the breakfast table. Her gorgeous red hair flowed down past her shoulders, her bare shoulders, where they tickled the skin of her bare chest. Her tits, perfect mounds topped with tiny pink nipples, were firm and begged to be sucked.

“Mom?” I said. Asking a question without asking a question.

“What?” she said, looking back at me. Then looking down as if realizing her nudity for the first time, chuckled a bit. “Oh, this? Well, it’s just more comfortable this way sometimes? You’ve never wanted to just strip down and walk around the house before?”

“I mean yea, I have,” I said. “But not with you home.”

She gave me a flat look. “Really? Are we still hung up on nudity at this point? Honey, I watched you get your dick sucked yesterday.” She looked a bit more serious, if not slightly offended, “But OK. If it bothers you, I can go a throw a robe on.” She made a move to get up from the table, making her tits jiggle.

“No, no it’s fine. You just caught me off guard is all.” Part of me knew her offense was a put on. “So is this your famous phase 3?”

She laughed. “Hahaha. No. Maybe 2.5? I’m still working on phase 3. But seriously, I think after everything we’ve been through these past few days, you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me ... and I don’t think you should mind. People pay a lot of money to see these,” she said as she manhandled her breasts. “Plus, there are some things I want to be more open with you about regarding my work, so excuse me for breaking down the walls of vulnerability between us.”

“I know, I know. I appreciate everything you are doing. In your own way, you have really helped me with something I struggled with for a long time. So I think I am mostly over trying to resist your help. Whatever you plan, I’ll try to be game,” I said.

My mom smiled and got up from the table to move to my side. She bent slight, letting her tits hang, as she kissed me on the cheek. “Good boy. Follow mommy, and everything will be ok.”

She put her dish in the dishwasher and was headed back to her room. “I’ll be busy all day, and working tonight, so I don’t think you’ll see much of me today,” she laughed. “I guess maybe you’ve seen too much already!”

Mom-jokes. Here door closed behind her and I went back to scrolling my phone. The day past in a blur of friends and homework.

Over the course of the week, true to her word, mom stopped wearing tops almost altogether in the apartment. She had even started encouraging me to take my shirt off to walk around, but never pressed for more than that. On one memorable evening she put some music on, and we danced around the living room, both topless. Her tits bounced and swayed with her to the music, and we laughed about it. She had also begun to get more handsy with my body and to greet me with a kiss on the lips instead of the cheek. She would joke and say we were becoming a very “French” household.

Of course, it worked its magic on me. I was more confident all around. The real test came on a school day that required us to go swimming. Nervous at first, I pushed myself and joined the rest of my class in the pool. And it was great. I had unintentionally built up a mystery behind my refusal to get in, so when I did, girls and guys alike were really complimentary of the body I had hid beneath clothes for so long. I was cured of my shyness. I was basically a stud in the making.

As a few days had already past, I almost forgot about Phase 3. But one day I came home to be greeted by mom in the kitchen, and despite her back being to me, I could see she had taken another new step in our relationship. Not only was she topless, but her panties were missing too.

She turned around hearing the door (my god, what would the neighbors think if they happened to walk by at that moment) and spread her arms to the side as if to give a presentation. “Ta-da,” she said.

Like I had seen before, her body was perfect. She was shaved bare, letting me see her little pink slit. Her skin was blemish free and her legs were toned and sexy.

“Wow, mom. So this is new.”

“Do you like?” she asked.

Did I like? Openness was one thing, but I was supposed to compliment her now. “Umm, of course I like. You know you are sexy mom.”

She smiled and walked over to give me a hug and kiss on the lips. My hand instinctively wrapped around her lower back during the kiss and I resisted the urge to grab her ass.

“Good, now go shower and meet me back here. It’s phase 3 day!” she said.

“Ok, just give me a bit,” I replied, internally reminding myself of my promise not to second guess her.

“And Josh,” she said.

“Yea?”

“No clothes. Nothing. OK?”

Fuck. Don’t second guess. Don’t second guess.

“OK mom.”

“Love ya stud. And don’t take too long,” she said with a wink.

I showered as she asked and found myself looking toward the bathroom door, wondering if she was going to come and join me at some point. Was that phase 3. She never did however, and as I left the shower it felt a bit strange to head for the door without putting anything on. What would be on the other side of the door? I imagined opening the door to find Candy sitting in our living room, ready to finish breaking me in.

I opened the door to see my mom sitting on the couch, looking a little nervous. As soon as she saw me though, her face changed to appear confident. I walked in and made a mental note not to cover myself.

Mom looked me up and down and smiled at the site of my semi-hard dick. “You did it!” she said with satisfaction. She came over to me and gave me another kiss on the lips, this time staying a bit longer.

Then she backed off and took my hand to lead me to her room. I watched her shapely ass jiggle as she stepped and part of me wanted to playfully slap it, but I took a hold of myself. She’s your mother. This is already weird and all but it isn’t thaaaat weird yet. We are just nudist now I guess? Maybe Candy was in her room?

I had rarely been in her room. It was an unofficial barrier we had put up as a tiny bit of privacy in such a small apartment. I had seen it through the door time and again of course, but at least recently I hadn’t really seen inside. unsurprisingly, my mom’s room was ... sexy. Her bed was laid with silk sheets that looked inviting. Her lighting set a certain mood, and it was appointed with classy little touches. No messy clothes everywhere. No items haphazardly displayed on nightstands. What was surprising was a few new additions that I hadn’t seen since the last time I was in here. The computer had a professional webcam set up, with what looked like purposeful lighting fixtures to focus on her when she was seated there. And then there was the sign. On the wall across from the computer was a neon sign on the wall that announced her stage name “Skyler” in bright pink. Next to this, she had a board with what looked like usernames and there were various sex toys lying around. Invisible to the camera were the cleaning supplies to sanitize everything, a notepad that I had various things scribbled on it, and other office supply looking stuff.

She looked like she was running a small business from her bedroom ... One that involved a camera and sex toys.

She looked at me while I observed all of this. “Sooo, this is what I wanted to talk to you about before,” she said, gesturing.

“Mom ... what is this?” Although it was fairly obvious.

“Well, honey, a customer suggested this a while and ago and it was pretty easy to get into. Most days, while you are at school and before I go to the club, I’m here on camera for my fans. What do you think?”

I was stunned. Though why should I be? This was basically the same thing she did in the club, just safer. I guess the thought of it being in our home was just a bit shocking.

“Wow, mom. I can tell you put a lot of effort into this. It’s...” I reminded myself of everything she did for me and how much of her work was dedicated to giving me a good life. “It’s great.”

She beamed and jumped over to me to give me a big hug. Our bodies pressed together, reminding me that I was naked in what was essentially a sex dungeon.

“Come, sit,” she said, and patted the edge of the bed. I took a seat without question, my dick starting to get hard. She made her way to the nearby closet that housed many themed outfits. She pulled out a sexy green lingerie set and I watched as she gave me a reverse strip show. Somehow in that moment, I felt she was even sexier with her bra and panties on. She plopped down on the computer and began logging in to her cam-site.

“I’m so glad about how supportive you are being. So, I already announced that I would have a special guest on the cam around now,” she said without turning around. “It got a really positive response. And yes, I will let you keep any of the money I make today.”

“Mom, what the fuck are you talking about?” I rarely used that kind of language in front of her, but I was way too confused.

She turned and frowned at me. “Language, Josh,” she said sternly. “I told you. Phase 3. You are so much more comfortable with your body with me, and at school. And you did so well with Candy. But now you have to show it to other people. You need to see how people see you and deal with their reactions.” She looked down at my stiff cock, “And I think you are going to be happy about those reactions.”

She turned back around and continued to set everything up.

“But mom. That’s too much. I can’t do that...” I searched my mind for some kind of excuse that she could understand. “Besides! People will know who I am and that I am your son. Isn’t that bad?”

She turned in her chair and smiled at me. “They know it’s a mostly solo show with a male performer who I am promoting. And you’ll be wearing these.” She handed me a small mask, kind of like you would see Robin from Batman wearing, and a pair of my boxer briefs.

She had a sincere look on her face again, and placed her hand on my lap in a comforting way. “It’s going to be OK. You look great. Just follow my lead and do whatever comes naturally. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” I replied. I would say anything to her at this point. She was looking into my eyes with so much care. And I could not ignore how close her hands were to my bare crotch. I imagined I could feel the heat from her palms radiating to my balls.

She gave a big smile. “Good! I think this will be fun.”

She thinks?

“Now remember,” she said, looking serious again. My name is Skyler, and you are the very sexy Bruno.”

Was I actually going to do this? With my mom? This is what she did, day in and out. I knew there was no judgment and that sex work was real work. She saw her son in distress and this was the best way she knew to take care of him. She had brought me this far and I had to trust her. Plus, it felt like to reject this idea would be to reject her and what she did for a living. It would hurt her. Our little family had already come this far in doing fucked up shit, so we might as well keep going. I nodded. “Bruno it is.” I put the mask and briefs on.

Mom ... Skyler fixed the lights in the room, so we would look best on cam, clicked a button and came to sit next to me on the bed. At first nothing happened. On the screen was a bunch of controls and the public and private text boxes. An image appeared of an attractive couple on a bed. It took me a second to realize that it was us.

I had to admit. We looked really good. This was her space, and she knew how to look damn good in it. Not that she didn’t usually. But her pale skin shone bright. Her red hair was sexy and wild. Her body was posed in a seductive way but one that showed she was clearly in charge. The man next to her, me, was lean but fit looking. The light made the contours of his abs stick out. His arms, leaning a bit on the bed, appeared strong with obvious muscles. His chest was broad and sexy. His bulge was prominent in his underwear. My dick had not softened all the way, but was no longer threatening to burst with cum. Nerves had taken care of that. Even still, the briefs were clearly hiding something impressive.

Seeing myself in the cam gave me a burst of confidence I did not know existed. I imagined I even sat a little more upright. This is how she feels all the time.

Soon I could see the number of people in the room fill up and I felt my heart start to race. My mom gave my hand a little squeeze and whispered, “you’re going to do great. They’ll love you.”

She then turned to the camera. “Hi guys!” my mom said in a bubbly voice. “Welcome back. I see so many familiar names.” As she spoke I could see the tip amount start to climb. Every now and then there was some different sounding notification to let her know what kind of tips and requests were coming in. She had just said ‘hi’ so far and that was enough to earn her a few hundred in seconds.

“This is a show you’ll never forget. It’s young Bruno’s first time on cam!” she said as she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned into me. I leaned back, enjoying her touch. “I want you all to give him the same love you give me.”

The comments flooded in a rush, as did the tips. People were saying I looked hot, fit, buff, sexy, and tons of other adjectives that flew by. It felt good to get this attention. And my mom’s audience was not separated by sex. There was an equal amount of “I’m already dripping wet” comments as well as “Already stroking” comments.

I saw one request for me to turn around, so I obeyed and stood up. That alone caused another flood of tips and emojis. I gave a spin, and made sure to stick out my ass for the camera to mime what I assumed would be showing my body in a sexy way. It worked.

“Oh look at that. I picked a good stud to join me today,” my mom exclaimed. She stood next to me, and stroked my arm as I flexed for the camera. I strutted my stuff and enjoyed trying to keep up with the demands of people looking at my body. It felt incredible to have all these people see me and want me.

A sound I hadn’t heard before rang out.

“Oh, looks like we reached a goal!” My mom said with some excitement.

I looked in the corner of the screen and saw a notification that let us know that enough money had been paid to reach the first goal.

My mom was dancing a bit, and whispered to me, “I had to quickly adjust the goals to make sense for you. Don’t worry, some of the crazier stuff is so high it will never be reached.”

I just smiled but I was still confused. What were these goals?

“I get to unwrap our gift!” my mom said, and knelt down next to me. She looked up at me and whispered, “It’s ok. Don’t worry.”

It should have been obvious but I still hadn’t put two and two together until she reached out and began gently tugging at my waist band. Holy shit. She was stripping me, live, in front of a huge audience of people foaming at the mouth to catch a glimpse of my dick. The fabric of my briefs was sliding down and stimulating the head of my dick. I felt a charge go through me every time my mom tugged. She really drew it out. She played up her eagerness and licked her lips, as if my cock was a meal she had been craving all day.

In the cam window I could see my cock slowly emerge from my briefs. The comments streamed and the tips poured in. With a few more tugs, my cock head sprung from my briefs and my dick, not fully hard, flopped impressively down.

“Mmm, look at that,” my mom purred. “So big and pretty. Bruno, you’ve got such a handsome cock.” She ran her hands over my stomach and thighs, doing everything she could to not actually touch my balls or dick.

Her hands felt so good I couldn’t help but get rock hard. “Oh mo ... Skyler,” I moaned, catching myself at the last second.

“I can see you like that Bruno. Have you ever seen a cock this nice?”

A new sound rang out, indicating we reached another goal. “It’s my turn! Bruno help me unclasp this,” my mom ordered, gesturing to the back of her bra.

I had ready seen her tits but I couldn’t believe that I would be now the one to strip her. I obeyed without much thought. I was getting into the show and wanted to keep our fans happy. I stepped up behind her, careful not to impale her on my rock hard dick., and unclasped bra.

The straps loosened but mom kept her hand in front to stop the bra from falling off. “Have a seat Bruno,” she ordered and I immediately listened and sat on the bed. She faced me and turned her back to the camera. She moved her body in slow and sexual movements. She was giving the camera a show, but at the same time, was giving me one too.

Mom gave me a wink and let her bra drop. Released from their cage her tits barely drooped. Perfect orbs topped by bright red, tiny, hard nipples. She stretched her arms out the the side, then brought them in to caress the sides. My dick was throbbing and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her. Mom then used her hands to cover her tits and turned around to the camera. She did a bit more of a dance, drawing out the moment she would drop her hands to reveal her tits to the camera. The tips and comments rolled in.

Mom dropped her hands and bent down to start pulled down her panties. Her pale ass was perfect and round, and to my delight, as her panties came down I was treated to a incredible view of her asshole and pussy. She bent each knee to get her get panties fully off which opened her even more to me. I instinctively grabbed my dick and gave it a slow stroke. All pretense and hesitation was gone. My mother was a woman, and I was a man. It was as simple as that. I was in a trance and all I wanted to do was fuck this heavenly body in front of me. I hadn’t forgotten she was my mom. I hadn’t forgotten we had an audience staring at my body. It’s just that none of that mattered anymore.

Mom looked back to see me gripping my dick, a little surprised. “Looks like Bruno is getting excited. I’ve got a bull on my hands.” She stepped back and sat on the bed with me, our knees touching. I kept my slow stroke on while looking over her gorgeous body. She smiled at me and in a whisper said, “wait for the tips honey. We don’t do things for free. We still have a few more goals to get through.” She winked at me and turned her attention to the camera. I stopped stroking and just took her in.

My mom spent some time interacting with fans, and periodically showing me off to the camera. She would stroke my arms and chest, but avoided my dick expertly. The people in the chat were going crazy for us. Here I was, sitting next to this goddess, but people still were commenting how sexy I looked as well. They loved my chest and arms. Of course, my cock got a lot of attention too.

We didn’t have to wait too long for a new sound to chime. It didn’t sound the same as the chime that let us know we had met a goal. My mom read the screen and announced what had been bought. “Oh wow,” she said, a little nervously. “You guys are so naughty!” She was in character but I could tell this request was a little different. “Looks like I am getting spanked!” She looked over at me, and I could see a slight apology in her eyes. “You ready to slap this ass, Bruno?”

I stood up from the bed, and to my mother’s surprise, I answered, “Bend over and stick out that ass.” I tried to muster all my confidence in that one sentence, and felt good about it. Mom’s face had a moment of shock that quickly transformed into a wry smile.

“Oh, you are going to punish me hard aren’t you.”

“We will see. I know you have been a bad girl. And bad girls get spanked.”

My mom crawled up on the bed and stuck her ass high in the air. She knew just how to angle herself to allow for both a view of her ass cheeks and let the camera see how her massive tits hung down deliciously. She arched her back and her pussy slit popped into view. My dick ached for her. But I knew that would be crossing an unforgivable line. We were already into some taboo territory, but it’s just nudity and spanking for a show. It’s not like it means anything.

I repeated this in my head 100 times.

“Give them what they want Bruno. They ordered ten spanks.”