Chapter 7

Getting my mom out of the truck and not noticed was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. I had to ask Mr. Johnson to get my chair and unlock the door. Then my mom had to run into the trailer in the nude without being seen. That wasn’t as easy as I thought, and I was pretty sure that people caught her streaking.

Then I let her get dressed and bring in the groceries. I thanked Mr. Johnson again for the ride and told him he could come over any time and help me with my wheelchair. That was just an excuse, obviously to fuck my mom.

My mom wasn’t laughing hysterically. In fact, the best way to describe her was she was glowering and giving me the cold shoulder as she brought in the groceries. She had banged up her knees on the back of the truck and scraped her nipples. She was also quite humiliated, and she was pretty pissed off that I gave away one of her favorite shirts.

It may not have helped matters that I told Mr. Johnson he could fuck my mom for free. However, I thought having him participate in videos and give us rides when we need it would be worth the trade.

“Can I drink my water now, oh great Jerry the magnificent?” she bowed deeply in a patronizingly sarcastic manner once she finally finished bringing in everything.

“You asked me to be the boss,” I replied.

“I did not know you were going to make me give away my shirt, suck a dick for free, humiliate myself in a gas station and not even use the video,” she said.

“I will use the video,” I assured her.

“I wouldn’t want the reputation of the great Jerry Cooper to be sullied by participating in any porn. We wouldn’t want grandma to think you don’t deserve Christmas cookies this year,” Mom said angrily.

I was having doubts about this director thing. My mom was rightfully pissed off. I had probably pushed her too hard. I started to apologize but I decided against it. “You told me to take charge and you would do whatever I said. You said you would do anything once, and twice if you liked it. You didn’t like what we did? Fine. We don’t have to do it again. Don’t act like a brat!”

My mom’s eyes grew stormy, and she looked like she was going to say something she might regret later. “You know, you are right,” the lightning in her eyes stopped flashing and her anger dissipated. “I just saw that girl out there working on the streets and thought that could have been me any number of times when I couldn’t make the rent and pay for everything. She was younger than me when I got started turning tricks.”

“Mr. Johnson said that if he had control of his wife the way I had of you he would have dropped his wife and told her to make some money right next to her,” I offered.

“He did not? That complete bastard,” Mom half-smiled as she tried to imagine gray-haired Mrs. Johnson dressed like a street walker.

“Oh yeah, he did warn me that I was too hard on you though, Sorry,” I said.

“I’ve never done anything so humiliating in my life! I can still feel this bottle throbbing in my pussy. There was a point I was so scared that a truck would pull alongside us and see me down there in the back of the truck going at it,” she said.

Mom wanted to see the footage, and I showed it to her. I gave her the caveat that I didn’t get to edit it yet, and it would look a lot better when I had.

She commented on how Mr. Johnson looked frightened when she took her shirt off. “He was scared shitless! That’s awesome,” she laughed. She was amused by the grocery store activities up until the manager basically asked us to pay and leave. “What a fuddy duddy! How did I know my entire ass was hanging out? It’s not like I felt a cold breeze on my asshole every time I bent over!”

The gas station car was made her laugh out loud. She kept looking at the girl and asking questions about her. “I wonder how much she charges? Do you think it’s more than 80 dollars? She’s way younger than me.”

“She’s not as hot as you,” I assured my mom.

Mom told me to stop flattering her. She was terrible at accepting compliments. “I wonder if that black guy was her pimp, or maybe her boyfriend?” she asked.

“I wondered the same thing,” I said.

“He could be both,” she surmised.

“I wonder if they thought I was YOUR pimp?” I asked.

“Nah, they didn’t think that,” Mom quipped with a smile. “Let me see the part where I gave her my FAVORITE shirt,” she half-joked. I showed it to her. “I really packed that cucumber up my ass. I probably won’t shit for a week after that.”

After she was finished watching all of it, she told me she thought I should post it all just like it was.

“It’s like an hour long. Most people don’t have that kind of attention span,” I said.

“No, guys want to beat their meat, so they just want to get to the good parts. I get it. Okay, do your magic. When we do this again, can I just ask that you not give away my pussy for free PERMANENTLY or my clothes?”

“Do it again?”

“Yeah, when we ask him to take us for a ride. It’s fine because you’ve already made him the offer, and I get it. I can use reliable backup transportation. He’s a nice guy. I’d do one-time blowjobs for free, but we got to eat baby. Can you charge like twenty bucks or something a pop?”

“Wait, you are up for me treating you like I did today?”

“Well, we kind of already told Mr. Johnson. Do you want to tell him that you can’t be assertive and so I took over?” Mom asked.

“No!”

“Okay, then do you want to do more scenarios with him?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, but I thought I pushed you too hard”

“I have never done anything quite so humiliating as that in my life. My knees hurt, my pussy is quivering, my asshole still feels full, I can’t fully process all of the ways it scared me shitless, and how much adrenalin was running through my veins. I am still here, walking and talking though. I am game to do it again, but just not ALL the time, okay?”

I was shocked. I thought she’d tell me this was a boundary from now on.

“Just, don’t waste these by not filming the videos,” she said.

“Other than giving blowjobs or sex for free and not giving away your clothes, there wasn’t anything that you wouldn’t do again?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t give blowjobs for free. I said that obviously you already offered that to Mr. Johnson, and if you are doing one of these ad-lib video scenarios, can you at least charge twenty bucks please, Sir?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don’t mind giving away some shitty clothes if it makes sense to the scenario, but I really did love that shirt,” Mom said. She thought about it for a minute. “I didn’t love being called shit for brains, but it beats Lori. No, we can do stuff like that but just not all the time, okay?”

I really was surprised that my mom was so affable and willing to continue. I told her that would be fine. I went to my room and left her to prepare for her next appointment. I wanted to start editing the clips into one-minute montages as teasers so that I could get people excited about the Only Fans content. I posted to the fans that the full shoots would be up later tonight.

I was reluctant to post videos with my voice in them, but I decided that since Mom was going to be in them that I may as well contribute. I didn’t exactly plan to run for President one day or something or worry that my reputation would be ruined. I just valued my privacy, and honestly, I was self-conscious about being in a chair.

Over the next three days about half of the guys that showed up at our trailer agreed to be in videos with her. I came up with fun scenarios. I stopped playing video games and doing boring shit on my computer.

If I wasn’t filming new content, I was editing and posting. It was becoming a passion for me.

I remained the “director” and I told my mom what to wear, when to masturbate, and how to pose. I didn’t boss her around like I did with Mr. Johnson very often. I often made her do humiliating things for pictures like jumping jacks with the word “WHORE” written across her face. The “O” was her lips.

I gave my mom plenty of downtime and let her relax. I didn’t push her that hard, but we worked at least 8 hours a day on new content. When she was working, I tried to keep her as horny as possible, and that meant controlling not only when she played with herself, but also when she could cum.

I called her Lori, Loretta, or Cunt a lot around the house, but I went back to calling her mom. She rarely insisted on an hour-long break. We just kind of kept things informal. I stopped ordering my mom around as harshly as I had when we did the videos with Mr. Johnson. I was still in charge though for the most part.

My mom called me Sir or Director and almost never Jerry. The only time she called me Jerry was when she was frustrated or forgot. She got frustrated a lot when I kept her from having an orgasm, but made her do things I knew made her horny.

My mom’s best on-screen orgasms were always after a long period of edging and teasing as she begged to be allowed to cum. I tried to incorporate that into most scenarios.

I did one scenario where I wrote “RIDE ME” on my ass cheeks in big red letters with lipstick. Then I had her lay flat on a table in a part of the trailer we never film in. I lit candles and made it seem like she was in a Spa. I had the guy come in and pretend to be a masseuse while mom pretended to be a saucy cougar who wanted to get fucked.

“Hello Ma’am, is that a tattoo on your ass?” he asked.

“No, it’s a suggestion,” she countered playfully. I didn’t give her that line. My mom just ad-libbed it. The best scenes were never rehearsed, and we couldn’t duplicate them. Everything was one take, and one take only.

I wasn’t dealing with professionals. They broke character, they swore, and they asked me questions during the scene about the scenario. It was frustrating, but it was a lot of fun.

Every day started out with my mom naked or just in panties. She made us breakfast, and I took pictures of her sticking kitchen utensils in her ass, in her pussy, or down her throat. I even had her squat down and beat eggs with an egg whip in her ass.

There were times I made her eat without the use of her hands, and sometimes I hand-fed her. However, most of the time she ate like any normal person would at the table – only naked.

I filmed her around the house and shot a ton of content that I posted online. My mom showed me all of her interesting toys, lubes, and lingerie over the course of three days. She said there were things in her toy chest that she had totally forgotten about.

Mr. Johnson only came over once, and he left right after he got a blowjob. I think he was intimidated by my mom.

My mother remained pretty open-minded during the scenarios. I had her pull out our ratty fake Christmas tree and set it up. Then I shot one scenario where she was wrapped up like a Christmas present and the guy unwrapped her and played with her like a sex-barbie doll. I did one where she pretended to be drunk, and the guy fucked her silly and left her lying flat on the bed passed out.