Chapter 1

My oldest son played football when he was in high school. Yeah team right? At every school there comes a time when equipment has got to be replaced. Unfortunately being a small school in a not so rich rural area there was always a shortage of money for things like this. The usual car washes and bake sales were done to death but there still wasn’t enough money to be had. The solution came from a completely unexpected source and was also something I had never expected to hear.

One of the Deacons at my church (yes I go to church) approached me one Sunday and said he might have the answer to the problem. Apparently he had heard me talking to someone else about raising the money. He said that it was a bit unusual but paid well. Paid? A job? He said that he knew some people that lived across the river in another state that paid good money for private “family” movies. That did seem unusual but the Deacon had known my family for decades and was well aware that men in my family had been fucking me since I was thirteen and that my son had been doing the same since he was fourteen. On several occasions my son had brought friends home from school to share his mother with and the Deacon’s son had been over on more than one occasion. He asked me if I would be willing to talk to the people involved and of course I was.

A couple of days later the Deacon showed up at my house with a couple I had never seen before in tow. We all sat around for a bit talking with my husband about nothing in particular and even had a nice bourbon to sip on while we did. The talk eventually turned to the subject of the movie. They belonged to a group of people that liked to get together and watch home made porn among other things. One subject they were short on was authentic mother-son fucking. Plenty of mass produced fake stuff but they were after the real thing. They said they had some pretty good video equipment and were willing to pay us some fairly decent money for it. I made it plain we weren’t getting paid but they would have to make a donation to the school athletic fund. No problems there. Of course they were wanting to see what my son looked like so I yelled at him to come out.

My son Craig was fifteen and was your average high school kid. About six foot tall, slender, with a give a shit attitude. Eats like a horse but still skinny as a rail. They seemed to like what they saw so far but asked if they could get a look at the “other” parts. Craig looked puzzled and I told him to drop his pants. He shrugged and down they went. Now Craig turned out to be the most blessed of my three sons. He’s equipped with almost eleven inches of thick cock with a big shiny head on it. Good fucking material. Not much droop either. Even that big when he got hard it stood almost straight out.

As for me at the time I was thirty-five I believe. Not quite five foot seven I was a bit shorter than him. I’ve always been kind of chunky with a slight pooch of a stomach but it never seemed to bother anyone that was wanting to stick a dick in me. Fat ass though. I’ve always had a big ass. My tits were about 36D’s and have big brown areolas with hard nipples but they aren’t as lucky as Craig’s cock. I guess the best way to describe them are as big ‘ol floppers. They hang down when I’m standing and tend to melt into big round mounds when I’m laying down with plenty of side tit. Watching them rock back and forth when I’m getting fucked has entertained quite a few people.