Mom's Home Movies Ch. 07 - final chapter.

As he slept, Ben's mind was flashing back to images of the previous night's action: the cooperative blowjob from Taylor and his mom, Tiffany, which escalated to the two women exploring each other in a scene hotter than any porno he'd ever seen. The dreamy images faded as Ben was awakened by his chiming phone. It was a text from Taylor.

-CAN YOUR MOM ADOPT ME? :) -

He smiled and returned her text.

-I'M STILL SMILING FROM THAT. YOU WERE HOT-

-SO WAS MOMMY! OMG!!-

-SEE YOU AT 11. BYE! -

-BYE! -

Ben noticed it was eight o'clock and he was hungry. He went downstairs to see what, if anything, his mom had going on in the kitchen.

And, of course, Tiffany had it going on. Ben was greeted by his mother's supple ass, stretching and hanging out of her red and very short shorts. She wore a thin, white ribbed T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and was barefoot as she worked on breakfast.

"Damn, Mom. You look beautiful this morning." Ben stood with his hand gripping his dick under his workout pants.

Tiffany turned slightly back to him, giving him a great angle to observe the shape of her bulging side-boob. He loved the fact that rarely wore a bra anymore.

"Thank you, Ben! I feel amazing!" Tiffany smiled at her son, then returned to her pan on the stove. She appeared to be in a very good mood as she prepared breakfast, bouncing and jiggling all over the kitchen.

Ben crossed the room to stand directly in front of her. He ogled his mother's heaving breasts, so heavy and full as they swung under her thin shirt at the slightest motion of her body. It didn't matter how many times he had seen them over these past two months, they always looked remarkable. He never wanted to look away.

"So, you were okay with what happened..." Ben was cut off.

"Oh my God, yes! I hope Taylor was comfortable with our little scene-after-the-scene. Do you think she was?"

Ben smiled a lascivious smile as he recalled the three of them in the living room last night.

"Yes, she enjoyed herself. She texted me as much this morning." Ben paused briefly, then asked, "Just out of curiosity, have ever done anything like that before?"

Tiffany chuckled nostalgically.

"Once, when I was about your age. I had a girlfriend who was bi-sexual. I enjoyed it that one time, but it made me realize that I was very much a heterosexual."

Ben tried to imagine his mother with that other woman.

Tiffany was in a light and energetic mood, but thinking about last night, and with Ben's eyes roaming her body, she could feel herself becoming aroused. It wasn't just the thrill of her experience with Taylor she was thinking about, it was the sex with her son. She recognized that her ability to keep their sex life exclusively for the camera was not going to suffice at all. She was going to need more of Ben than what their shooting schedule required, which was sex once every few days. There was also something about performing for the camera, following a script, and having to hide themselves, that made having sex with Ben a less than complete experience.

Ben and Tiffany sat at the kitchen table and ate their omelets. Tiffany had her purple book open and was narrating the events of the day.

"Well, Taylor is set to get here at eleven. Once she's here, we get situated into the bad blowjob scene. Remember- she is performing on you, I catch you, I demonstrate a good blowjob. Then we clean up and review the next scene. It's a good thing we planned all the shots inside. It's pouring out there!" Tiffany looked out the French doors to the pool area and watched the heavy, steady rain splatter into the deep-blue pool.

"Yeah. It's really coming down. Rainy days always make me horny." Ben looked over quickly at his mom. The last comment was more of a private thought he was having than information he wanted to share aloud.

"Isn't that funny! Me too! I've always enjoyed sex in the rain." Tiffany could feel her nipples become hard at the thought. A memory of a time when she and Larry had sex on the patio under the veranda in the rain popped into her mind. She smiled to herself.

"Wow, really? I just meant indoors on rainy days, you know, it's cozy inside, that sort of thing?" Ben's mother never ceased to amaze him. He recalled all those years when she was just his mom; always so appropriate, so proper. During that time, and up until only recently, he always thought her puritanical side was in strong contrast to her sexy body. Since she's been acting in their videos, and their relationship has turned sexual, she seems more balanced, more like her true self. He would hate for her to return to the way she was.

Tiffany replied, "Oh. That's nice too." Ben could see a hint of disappointment on his mother's face.

"Your idea is sexier, for sure." Ben was leering at Tiffany now. His look was not playful or friendly but lustful and serious.

"Let's clean up." Tiffany closed her book and cleared their plates. Ben loaded the dishwasher and the two worked quietly in the kitchen until the mess from breakfast was cleaned and everything set back in place. They shared an energy of purpose.

As they finished, standing in the kitchen, Ben faced his mom; his prodigious erection at full length. Tiffany looked down at her son's cock, straining under the fabric and angled off to the side.

"Something should done about that," Tiffany said, pointing down at Ben's crotch.

Ben could see her nipples form obvious points under her shirt. He watched as they grew and became harder right before his eyes.

Tiffany closed the distance between them, grabbing her son's thick tool over his pants and bringing her lips to his ear.

"Why don't we go play in the rain?" she whispered, squeezing him firmly.

It was a whimsical expression Ben had heard before, but never with the sultry tone that his mom had just used. His penis throbbed in response to her grip, leaking precum into a growing dark spot inside of his pants.

He weakly croaked, "Ggood idea, Mom..." in return.

Tiffany took her son by the hand and opened the door. The warm, humid air felt thick and close, enveloping their bodies as they stepped out into it. Outside, the heavy rain seemed warmer than the air and reminded Ben of being in a shower.

"Don't you love a summer's rain?" Tiffany said loudly over the splashing din of the storm, smiling as she moved closer to Ben.

"It feels awesome, Mom." He smiled back as they shared the electricity of the moment.

Tiffany released Ben's hand and wheeled a cushioned reclining pool chair out into the open. Ben took the opportunity to remove his wet pants and shirt, standing naked next to the lounge chair, the heavy rain soaking his hair. He watched Tiffany's wet, white T-shirt cover her curvaceous bosom making the observation that she looked sexier than any wet T-shirt contest winner he had ever seen. The wet garment clung to her enormous breasts like a coat of thin, white paint.

Tiffany walked around the chair and latched on to her son's engorged cock, giving it a few slow strokes.

"He's ready for action as usual!" She teased.

"I'm always ready for you, Mom."

Tiffany moved her body close enough for her breasts to press against Ben's naked chest. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin, wet shirt. His fingers softly twisted her hard, pointy nipples causing her to gasp. Ben's hands lowered to her sides and he slipped them under the clinging shirt. Tiffany raised her arms over her head as Ben lifted her shirt up and off, watching her large tits bounce and settle in place. Ben was once again so taken by her perfectly huge breasts that he stared, frozen in place.

Tiffany recognized his dazed look as she tugged at the waistband of her shorts and started pushing them down. She wiggled her hips as she stretched them over her round ass until they fell to the ground. She stepped out of them and toward Ben, her hand finding his rain-soaked, steel-hard shaft.

They came together, naked in the rain, forehead to forehead. Ben's arms held the top of his mom's soft, round hips. He squeezed her silky flesh and pulled her closer. Tiffany rested her arms around his neck.

The pounding rain made their embrace seem like they were the only two people in the world. Ben felt his mom's warm breath on his cheek and cherished their very intimate moment.

"Let's not tell Taylor about our private times together, okay?" she said softly.

Ben could feel his mom stroking him as his cock brushed against the velvety skin of her soft inner thighs. He felt he was in a dream.

"Okay Mom, I won't."

Mother and son joined their lips together eagerly. Tiffany softly moaning the entire time. She could feel her son's body heat on her skin; the excitement was nearly intolerable. She knew there would never be a sexual experience as exciting or as gratifying as having i****tuous sex with her son. It was sordid, and wrong, but also loving and deeply satisfying. It was like nothing she could have ever imagined, and she knew it was hers to enjoy. No matter what Ben did, or what the future had in store for them as lovers, he would always be her son, and she would always be his mother. This thought not only excited her but gave her a sense of security she never had with his father. Ben and Tiffany shared something that was specifically theirs and would only exist between the two of them.

Tiffany opened her mouth wider and let her son's tongue explore her without any obstruction. It felt luxurious as it played with hers. She could feel his soft, slippery lips move across her own. She loved kissing him.

Ben eased his mom down onto the soaking-wet lounge chair and slid to kneel on the ground between her legs. His lips moved from hers, down her neck, nibbling and sucking her skin, enjoying her taste as it mixed with the rain.

Tiffany squirmed and arched her back in an effort to push her tits closer to Ben's mouth. They needed his attention. Her hands ran over his shoulders and slick back, encouraging him to move lower.

Ben didn't make her wait much longer. He brought each hand around the outside of her mountainous breasts and pressed them together, then planted his face between them.

He sucked on every inch of her soft, massive tits, rubbing and sliding his face between them slowly, making good use of the slippery rain that covered them completely. He sucked each of her nipples forcefully, drawing them away from her body with his lips until they snapped back, knowing that his lover enjoyed the sensation. His body eased down to where his mouth could gently kiss her stomach and his tongue could play with her belly button.

Tiffany's pussy was aching for attention, but she knew that was the target of her son's mouth, so she could only squirm and moan as he teased his way there.

She spread her legs open and felt the rain falling on her, the heavy drops of water wet her hot thighs and cooled her fiery sex. She gushed in anticipation of her son's mouth.

Ben moved his face down, just above his mother's mound. Her hips were wiggling back and forth impatiently.

"Oh Ben," she whined.

He looked up until they made eye contact then he lowered his face with puckered lips. He placed them on her labia and gave them a kiss. His lips smacked loudly on her pussy and Tiffany's body lurched with pleasure at his touch. Ben nuzzled deeper and French-kissed her wet opening, jamming his wide, muscular tongue into her as deep as it could go.

"NAAAH!" Tiffany's moan was barely audible in the steady rain.

Ben focused intently on licking her pussy, using his hands to spread her open. His mom's swollen snatch was engorged and dark pink from her arousal. He plunged his tongue into her and began to probe it thoroughly.

"Ben! Oh, God, Ben!" Tiffany spread her legs further apart allowing her son greater access.

Ben sucked on her clit and pushed his tongue against her hard nub rhythmically. Soon, Tiffany's feet were flexing in the air above Ben's head. He felt her nails sc**** his bare back. When her hands tightened in his hair, he felt the familiar tensing of her torso and legs. With a rush of wetness, Ben tasted his mother's first orgasm.

"OHHH, BENNN!" she wailed, pinning his head against her spot as she let the intense pleasure run through her body.

He wiggled his tongue inside her, then pulled it out and rubbed his face around her lips. He loved how she felt; so velvety-soft and slippery. Her hips bucked through her orgasm, driving against his face. As she came down, Ben gently lapped at her soaked cunt. He adjusted his position and began stroking his cock as he continued to service his mother.

Unable to hold back his steel-like cock any longer, Ben moved up his docile mother's body, her chest still heaving as she panted. When she felt his body over hers, she lifted her head weakly. Her hands moved to the backs of his arms to steady herself.

Ben was over her, his erection suddenly in place. They both felt his broad cock head against her puffy, slick sex. She pushed herself onto him as he entered her.

"Oooooh," she gasped as he filled her completely.

Tiffany and Ben's mouths met in the rain at the same time as their bodies met. She felt his hardness fill her in ways no other ever had. Her mouth fell open, gaping in pleasure. He began the slow, deep tempo; the speed of intercourse he knew she loved so much.

As Ben penetrated his mom, Tiffany held his strong arms tightly as they supported his upper body on the lounge. Ben watched her supple, curvy body ripple in response to his slow, deep strokes. Tiffany's eyelids fluttered in the falling rain. She mouthed, loud enough to be heard over the clamorous downfall, "I love the way you fuck me, Ben!"

He knew the current pace he was using had previously sent his mom into a series of orgasms so he maintained it, despite it being slower than he would have preferred. Tiffany's tight pussy was yielding to each purposeful stroke, her breasts trembling and shaking at the movement. The warm rain was completely covering her body, splashing and dripping as she lie naked below him. Ben couldn't believe how sexy she looked at that moment.

Being able to openly fuck his mom was a fulfilling experience for Ben. How it happened that the two of them arrived at this state in their relationship didn't matter. Being inside Tiffany was something that he would never willfully give up. His mind wandered to the circumstances leading up to her wanting to have sex off camera that morning. He knew it wasn't the response to any suggestion he had made. She actually wanted him, and that made Ben feel desired. He wanted more of his mom than to just record their stories on video. Keeping their "private times" a secret from Taylor was not only a wise idea as it prevented any jealousy from developing on Taylor's part, but it was an absolute turn on. To Ben, it suggested more private times were ahead.

Lowering his mouth to hers, Ben kissed his mom as the lover she had now become. Tiffany loved the way he kissed. So energetic, so bold, yet at the same time unassuming and innocent. He was the perfect man physically, and he was becoming quite an accomplished lover. He occupied more and more of her thoughts, not just his substantial manhood, for his cock was epic, but his enthusiasm, his deep passion, his love that she could now feel with every thrust of his pelvis, and with every gentle nip of her skin as he kissed and pecked upon her. She both loved her son as a mother and as a lover and she wanted more.

Breaking from their kiss, Tiffany's orgasm drew near. Ben continued his pace unwavering, filling her up with every stroke and causing the most pleasurable sensations when he drew back.

She grabbed him tightly and hugged him, her legs closed around his lower back, encouraging him deeper.

"Yes, baby! Harder!" Tiffany's mind seemed to explode with her body simultaneously as Ben slammed into her.

The slow smacking sound of their wet bodies grew in pace. Tiffany tightened her arms and legs around him and her body succumbed to Ben's strength, cumming on his thick shaft.

"UUUnggh!" he withdrew with a grunt. He needed to change his position to try to hold off his inevitable orgasm.

Ben adjusted her legs, moving them from around his hips onto his shoulders. Tiffany let her son position her, feeling her hips rise as he angled her body. The two shared an intense stare as Ben was now above her again, his cock dipping into her aching pussy.

Ben's hands found her wobbly breasts and clamped down hard, one in each hand. Using her tits as handles, he slammed deep into his mother in the adjusted position.

"OH, FUCK BEN!" Tiffany cried.

He smiled devilishly in response, raising his hips and driving into her again and again. His hard pounding splashed rainwater between them as his tempo increased.

"AAAAHHH!" she cried into the relentless rain, throwing her head back.

Her climax came on incredibly fast. It was all Tiffany could do to thrash and squirm through her pleasure as Ben slammed into her, gripping her tits like a vise. Ben was holding nothing back and soon felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

'Just a few more thrusts.'

Tiffany reached down and used her hand to rub herself to another, her eyes closed through the ecstatic rush.

'I want to cum inside. I want to fill her with my cum.'

Tiffany arched her back, her pussy clenched around her son's cock. He knew he could easily just hold her down and plaster her inner walls with cum, but he worried that cumming inside her could cause her to become distressed. With teeth clenched, he reluctantly extracted his swollen cock from her pussy's tight embrace.

Even in the throes of her powerful orgasm, Tiffany could sense her son's imminent ejaculation. She knew she wouldn't stop him from cumming inside her. She wanted to have that sense of completion with her son, to feel that deep connection that only an internal orgasm could bring. She fought off the disappointment as he withdrew, wanting to encourage him in his moment of pleasure, despite her deeper desires.

She sat up on her elbows. "Give it to mommy, Ben! Cum on my tits!" Tiffany pressed her breasts together and shook them slightly, giving her son an inviting target.

Ben squeezed his cock, giving it one slow stroke back as he flexed.

"GAH!" he grunted, spurting his first thick stream powerfully. It barreled onto Tiffany's chest just above where she held her tits.

"Ooooh, Yes! Cum for me Ben!"

He sucked in a breath and pumped again. A long strand leapt from his gaping hole, shooting higher. The jet of semen hit his mother's chin and lower lip with another wet splash.

"Oh!" she cooed, only flinching slightly as he hit her face unexpectedly.

"Oh fuck, Mom," Ben sighed, stroking and more in control. He re-leveled his dick at Tiffany's tits.

Ben grunted and striped a long, pale streak across her breasts as she held them together for him. His climax was so intense he felt dizzy.

"Oh, gosh," Tiffany felt the warm semen collect on her chest.

As Ben landed the last of his emission onto her, lightning struck in the distance and thunder rumbled ominously overhead.

He collapsed next to his mother, spent and weak. Tiffany cuddled up against him, tracing her fingers through the warm spunk on her chest as the rain fell on them.

"God, it's so good with you, Mom," Ben shared this with his eyes closed, thinking how wonderful it would be to take a short nap right there in the rain.

The thunder and lightning grew in severity as the mother and son lie together on the pool chair. Tiffany knew it would be best to return to the safety of their home.

She tapped his shoulder, then whispered into his ear, "Ben, honey, let's take a shower and get ready for the shoot."

Taylor was late getting to the house for the bad blowjob scene. The storm made driving treacherous and she was a little shaken when she arrived.

"Whew! Not a good day for driving." She walked in and set her umbrella to the side of the door. Taylor briefly kissed both Ben and Tiffany as they greeted her in the foyer.

"I'm glad you're okay! Mom and I were enjoying the rain earlier, it was intense!" Ben looked over to his mom, to see if she caught his innuendo that only she would appreciate. She smiled and looked away to hide her blushing face.

"Is there any coffee?" Taylor walked down the hall to the kitchen obviously comfortable in their home.

"No, but that sounds like a good idea, I'll make some." Tiffany followed close behind and veered off to the coffee bar on the other side of the kitchen.

"So. Bad blowjob day. Yay." Taylor lifted her clenched fist in the air weakly, to show her lack of enthusiasm.

Tiffany caught her sarcasm.

"Taylor, is there something about the video that you think we should change? Don't you think it will sell?" Tiffany was waiting for the coffee maker to start brewing.

"No, I get it, and I think it will sell, without a doubt. It's just...well, could we make a more active role for me next time? I mean, look at me? I don't even look sexy." Taylor looked down at the jeans and Polo shirt she was wearing with her arms spread out. "This just isn't me!"

Ben laughed, "Even in that outfit, you're hot, Taylor. Don't worry, you're sexy."

She smiled and pushed him away playfully.

"Why don't you write a story for next time and see if we all like it. Maybe we could record that one for the next shoot?" Tiffany suggested.

"Okay. I'll do that!" Taylor agreed.

She turned, away from the two and stared at the floor as if she already had an idea. She immediately thought of a brother, sister, and mother idea for a future video. She made a mental note to write the idea out later. 'At least it gives me something to think about during this current video project,' she thought.

Tiffany disappeared to her room as Taylor and Ben finished their coffee. When she returned, several minutes later, she was wearing her wig, glasses, makeup, and the outfit for their shoot.

"Oh my God. Are those jeans you're wearing, Mom?" Ben smiled and stood up from his seat at the kitchen island. "I can't remember the last time I've seen you in jeans."

"It's been a few months. Do they look okay?" Tiffany wore jeans and a white button-down blouse for the recording.

"Yeah, for what we want in the scene, otherwise, not so much." Ben smiled.

Tiffany knew she had been over the top with her clothes since she began recording with Ben. Now that she was back in more normal clothes, she felt like she was wearing a Halloween costume.

"Are we ready?" Tiffany grabbed a cup of coffee as she repeated the plot. "I'll be coming in from the garage door when I start my part, since it's raining, I don't want to start from the outside position this time."

Taylor and Ben went back into the living room. Taylor looked around the space as if she was going to see some evidence of the threesome from last night. She didn't.

Tiffany held the camera and turned on a few more lights as the storm made it dark in the living room. As she peered through the camera, she gave her direction.

"Ben, pull your pants and underwear down just to your mid-thighs. Taylor bend over in the awkward position we discussed yesterday. Good."

"Okay. Recording in three...two...one..."

Taylor and Ben began the scene kissing innocently with Taylor's hand around Ben's cock, simply holding it as they made out. Tiffany forgot to remind them to be bad kissers as well, but could only look on as the two of them went at it.

Benny broke the kiss. "Um, can you stroke it too?"

Taylor, in the role of Amanda began to pump his large erection using unsteady, shallow strokes. She meekly asked, "Does that feel good?"

"Uh, yeah, but can you squeeze tighter? Try to slide your hand all the way up and all the way down."

"Like that?" She adjusted her approach only slightly.

"Mmmm... better..." Benny sighed.

Tiffany recorded a few minutes of slow stroking before giving the thumbs-up signal to Ben.

"Actually, you know what would feel a lot better?"

Amanda stopped the action and kept her hand on Benny's cock. "What?"

"Using your mouth instead of your hand. I saw it in a video one time and it looked fun!" Benny moved his hand to the back of Amanda's head and drew her face down to his crotch.

Taylor's eyes were on Ben's cock as it throbbed in her hand. Normally, she'd gobble it right up, but she pretended, as Amanda, to be tentative.

She blinked her eyes up at him sheepishly as he guided her down. "Use my mouth? You mean like a blowjob? I've never done that before, Benny."

"That's okay, it will feel good anyway. I've never had one." Benny put on a pout.

Tiffany slowly backed the camera away to bring their entire bodies into the shot.

"Just put your mouth over it and do the same thing you were doing with your hands," Benny instructed.

Amanda slowly moved down to Benny's crotch without adjusting her position in the awkward pose. Tiffany filmed her as she stretched her mouth over his round head. Her lips tucked over her teeth, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. She repeatedly put her mouth onto his cock and then removed it.

Benny expressed his frustration in grunts and unhelpful suggestions.

"Uh... okay, try using your tongue. Well, not like that...um..."

'God, this is awful. We shouldn't record too much of this,' Tiffany thought.

"CUT!" Tiffany stood from her squatted position. "That was perfect. Good acting you two!"

Ben was glad his mother stopped the scene. He felt a little ashamed, but his erection had been flagging due to Taylor's mishandling of his cock. This was not something he was used to.

"Thanks!" Taylor chirped and kept stroking Ben with her free hand.

Tiffany observed Taylor servicing Ben and felt a hint of jealousy in the pit of her stomach. She decided to move things along.

"Um, okay. Now. I'm going to record my coming into the house in first-person perspective. It will take a bit longer to catch you, and when I do, I'll be watching for a bit to establish that I saw how bad the blowjob was."

"Got it." Taylor ducked her head down and began sucking on Ben's cock properly. She bobbed vigorously, then throated him.

"Taylor, that's not...that's not a bad blowjob." Tiffany felt this attention for Ben was an unwanted distraction. After all, she was the star of this scene.

"GUAH, GUAH, GUAH..." Taylor gave Ben a few deep throat strokes before pulling off. She was stroking his wet cock while she wiped spit from her chin with the back of her other hand. "I know, I know, I just wanted to keep Benny hard for the scene." Taylor winked at Tiffany as she re-stuffed her mouth full of cock.

Tiffany walked away, surprised at her jealous reaction. She figured it must be due to the fact she and Ben had passionate sex in the rain just two hours earlier. 'That wasn't sex as much as it was making love,' she thought.

Tiffany began to record from her place in the garage.

"I'm exhausted! What a day." Tiffany shot her approach to the kitchen from the garage door in the usual way.

"Let's see, what's for dinner?" She opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents quickly with the camera. Her hand grabs a small tray of tomatoes, then some bacon, then returning one last time, some eggs.

"A frittata sounds delicious; that and some wine." Tiffany recorded her actions as she set out the cutting board and knife with her free hand.

"Where's Benny? I wonder if he has that neighborhood hussy over."

Tiffany angled the camera down to her feet and kicked off her shoes, then quietly walked down the hallway to the den. The camera panned the room.

"Not here," she whispers.

Tiffany shot the approach to the living room. There was Benny, on the couch, with Amanda's head bobbing in his lap. From Tiffany's vantage point, she could tell that Taylor was actually using her skills on Ben's cock, but she doubted the camera would pick up that much detail. Still, she was a little mad at Taylor for her carelessness.

After capturing a few moments of the bobbing head in Ben's lap, Tiffany set her jealous pangs aside. Her perspective did not give a good angle for the action, which would play into the scene later. Tiffany continued with the narrative.

"That little skank! Corrupting my good boy." The camera zoomed in to the back of the couch as Taylor's head moved up and down, dipping out of sight occasionally.

"Look at that. How pathetic. She doesn't even know what she's doing." Tiffany stated her lines emphatically, then raising the camera a little higher, she stormed into the room.

"Why you little slut!"

Amanda gasped and sat upright, then jumped to stand, her hands crossed nervously in front of her. Benny defended her.

"She's not a slut, Mom! It was my idea. We're boyfriend and girlfriend. Oh my God!" he feigned embarrassment as he awkwardly covered himself with his shirt.

The camera focused on Amanda as she stood looking down in shame. Her head slowly lifted up as she looked directly at the camera, "Please don't tell my parents, Mrs. Johnson," she pleaded, wiping her mouth against the shoulder of her shirt.

"I can't very well tell your parents when my son was part of this lewd display," Tiffany fired back sharply. She began tapping her foot. "I think you'd better get yourself back to your house, young lady." Tiffany scolded.

"Benny, I want to talk to you in the den." The camera followed Amanda as she left the room.

Tiffany paused the camera and Taylor returned. "That was perfect! No retakes or edits from what I've seen so far. Good job, Amanda!"

Tiffany high-fived Taylor as Ben stood, pulling up his pants.

The three went into the den for the next part of the scene. Taylor had to set up lighting as the clouds from the storm were making the room too dark for recording.

While Taylor was in the other room gathering a few extra lights, Ben shared a thought about the scene.

"Mom," he whispered hastily, "I'm not sure how much cum I'll be able to shoot after we had sex this morning. Do you think our audience will notice?"

Tiffany thought for a moment. This had not been an issue for some time, but Ben was right. Their audience had come to expect enormous loads of cum from Benny. For this scene, they'd planned on him ejaculating on her face, but if it were only a few spurts, it might come off as lackluster. And they absolutely needed to show him cumming, since this was part of the story.

She considered swallowing his load, but that may be tricky to catch on film without opening her mouth to show the camera, and Tiffany disliked that idea.

"Here's what we do. You'll cum on my face as planned and we'll just leave it at that. If it's slightly less than usual, who cares?"

"Ok, sure. Maybe I'm worried about nothing and I'll have a lot for you."

"That's my boy," Tiffany encouraged.

Taylor came back dragging two floor lamps into the den.

"Can you help me, Ben?" She laid one down for Ben to position.

Ben switched on all the lights in the room including the two lights they had just set in place. Taylor picked up the camera and checked the lighting as well as Ben and Tiffany's position on the couch.

"Looks good. Nice and bright."

"Okay, Ben sit on the couch. I'll walk in and we'll start the scene." Tiffany took her place with Taylor just behind her filming over her shoulder.

The recording began.

Tiffany strode into the room, wagging her finger at her son. "Benny, what has gotten into you? First, I catch you making out, and now this?" Tiffany moved in front of Ben with her hands on her hips. Taylor filmed Tiffany from behind with Benny sitting on the sofa with his hands wedged between his legs.

"Dang it, Mom. You said you would be late tonight. I thought I had some privacy."

"That's not exactly an apology, son," Tiffany said in a disappointed tone.

"Well, I'm not going to apologize. Like I said before, we're both adults and I have a right to some privacy." Benny crossed his arms defiantly.

Tiffany sat next to her son on the sofa and placed a hand on his knee. Taylor centered the two straight on in the camera's frame.

"Benny, I'm sorry I caught you and Amanda in a private moment. I'm not mad at you. You can let her kiss you down there, or whatever it was she was doing, I don't mind."

"She was trying to give me...oh never mind." Benny kept his arms crossed, looking away dramatically.

"She was trying to give you a blow job, was she? Is that what she calls it?" Tiffany said gently, squeezing Benny's thigh.

"I definitely don't want to talk about it, Mom. Can I go up to my room now?"

"No. I'm not done talking with you yet. Benny, listen. I just want the best for you. I want you to enjoy a healthy sexual relationship. Maybe Amanda just needs some help."

Benny turned back to his Mom, waiting curiously for her to finish.

"Maybe it was difficult for her to perform on you because you're too small..." She moved her gaze to his crotch. "you know...down there?" She pointed awkwardly.

Benny looked at his mom and let his mouth gape open.

"Uh, too small?!" he said, raising his voice.

"Well, I didn't see much, but that is one reason why having oral sex, and by the way, that's what it's called, could be difficult with some men."

Benny stood up suddenly, his hands unzipping his pants.

"Okay. Okay, Mom. You think I'm too small, huh? Well..." Benny opened his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He lowered the waistband of his boxers and produced his enormous erection.

"You think THIS is too small?" He stuck out his long hard cock proudly. It pulsed and wobbled about a foot from Tiffany's face.

Tiffany put both her hands over her mouth in surprise, gasping loudly.

"Oh, my goodness! Benny! I had no idea you were so... gifted! That's very impressive..."

Tiffany took her time examining Benny's hard cock as it swayed only a few inches from her face. Taylor recorded Tiffany's mouth opening slightly and her wet tongue licking her lips.

Tiffany's eyes met Ben's, then fell back to his cock as she continued, "I guess your size had nothing to do with what I saw earlier. It must be Amanda's lack of experience." Tiffany's hands fidgeted nervously in her lap as she resisted grabbing Benny's tree trunk shaft. She looked up at her son.

"I...I guess," Benny replied.

"Why don't you slip those pants and underwear off. Here..." Tiffany reached over and pulled Benny's underwear and pants completely off his legs as he stepped out of them at the same time. His dick wavered above her and his movement made it swing down onto her head as she stooped down. Taylor captured a perfect shot of his fleshy member briefly resting on Tiffany's crown.

As Tiffany sat back up on the couch, Benny stood before her, naked from the waist down, his cock jutting out in front of her face. She adjusted the glasses on her nose with her middle finger.

"Now. I'm going to show you how Amanda can improve her ability to pleasure you. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Would you do that, Mom? Boy, that would really help!" Benny spoke using the most innocent tone he could muster. His cock flexed eagerly between them. This part of the scene wasn't acting.

"Oh, I don't mind." Tiffany fought back a smile, wanting to remain stoic.

"First, she'll need to clear away all your clothes like we just did." Tiffany moved his pants away and settled herself onto her knees in front of Benny.

"Lots of lubrication is very important."

Tiffany cupped her hands in front of her face and rolled her tongue around, gathering saliva. She lowered her head, quietly spitting into her palms.

"Make sure she starts with lots of spit on your shaft and don't forget the balls," Tiffany advised, rubbing her palms together briskly.

She parted her hands, letting strands of spit connect them, then applied them to her son's genitals, one hand gripping his shaft behind the head, the other cupping his dangling balls. She stroked and rubbed, spreading wet warmth over Benny's groin. He flinched slightly and groaned as she handled him. His cock surging in her grip.

Taylor zoomed in on Tiffany's mouth, just inches from her son's reddish-purple cock head. Tiffany licked her lips and looked up at Benny.

"You see what I'm doing?" She asked, mercilessly rubbing her wet thumb over his slick, round cock head. "Get the top nice and wet, then spread it down the shaft." Tiffany sat up and spit onto the fat head. "Don't be afraid to get it nice and slick."

"I see, Mom. It works really good."

"Do you feel how much harder your penis is getting, son?" Tiffany asked superfluously.

Ben nodded dumbly.

"Now, I always like to start on the balls. Yours are nice and big," she commented, lifting his shaft and rolling his nuts in her palm. "Like this..."

Tiffany leaned forward and brought Ben's balls to her face, kissing them. She moved closer, pressing her mouth forward, opening it then sucking one in. Ben's left testicle popped into her mouth.

"MMMM?" she moaned, looking up at him, one hand on his shaft, the other pressing his ball into her mouth.

"Oh god, that's great mom..." Benny croaked. It felt so good that he figured he'd have cum already if he hadn't just gotten off a few hours ago.

Tiffany pulled back. "Mmmm, they're pretty heavy, Benny." She moved her mouth to his other nut, slurping on it loudly.

"Aaaah," Ben sighed, his hands moving to his mother's soft wig.

Tiffany bobbed her face against his balls a few times. Then she kissed her way back up to his head. Blinking up at him, she made a show of letting drool spread over her lips, chin, and hands as she sucked on his tip.

"That feels better than Amanda's blowjob already, Mom!"

"I told you, son. Amanda just sucked on you. It's only a blowjob if you ejaculate at the end. Watch what I'm doing and remember it for later," she instructed.

With that, Tiffany sat up, put one hand on his shaft at the base, the other on his balls, and she took his cock into her mouth. Her lips tightened, and she began bobbing dramatically.

"Ah, god, mom," Benny sighed, his hands on her bounding head.

Tiffany bobbed up and down on the top part of Benny's hard cock for a few moments. With a loud sucking sound, she took her mouth off her son.

"Now I'll move down further on your big dick and work more of you into me."

"Okay, Mom. Good idea."

Tiffany took half of Benny's dick down her throat and came back up, gasping loudly. This was more of a display for the camera than anything else, Taylor was impressed with Tiffany's showmanship. It was an important embellishment.

Tiffany began sucking her son's cock with an enthusiasm and focus that Taylor hadn't seen before. It was lustful and urgent, like someone who had a deep craving. Taylor was careful to do it justice by keeping her own focus as she filmed the scene.

'Damn,' she thought. Taylor did her best to control her squirming as she recorded.

Tiffany put all her effort into the blowjob. Ben held on and did his best to prolong his orgasm, knowing this would make for a better facial, but he could only handle so much. Tiffany's hand continued to massage his balls and stroke his dick. She felt a tension form behind his scrotum. He was going to cum. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose and plunged her mouth down, throating her son.

"Oh, Mom! Something feels strange. I think I'm going to have an orgasm!" Benny gently pat her hair, trying to signal her for the facial. He tried to take his cock from his mother's grip so he could pull out for the money shot.

In that moment, Tiffany's plans were discarded. She had to taste his cum. She wanted to take it all. She figured she could improvise by showing his ejaculation after he finished.

"MMMMPH!" Tiffany grunted, reaching both hands around and grabbing Ben's butt, preventing him from pulling out. She gagged hard but felt the warm burst of cum hit deep into her throat.

"Mom! AAAAAHHH!" Benny trembled as his cock pulsed in his mom's mouth. He stopped trying to wrench his cock from her, and instead tightened his grip on her wig and thrusted himself deeper.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, trying to collect all of his spunk in her mouth to show the camera.

"AH... AH... Ah..." Benny sighed and trembled, blasting more sperm into his mom with each pulse. He let his throbbing shaft slide out a little, both to give his mom a break, in case it was more cum than they planned, and also to show the camera that his cock was indeed unloading into her closed mouth.

He'd guessed his mom had changed her mind at the last minute, since she grabbed his ass, preventing him from giving her a facial. He let her pull back as his pulsing cock slowed. Taylor quickly moved closer, standing next to Ben just in time for his hard shaft to pop from his mom's mouth.

Benny gripped his dick and stroked it over Tiffany's open mouth, her lips trembling. He issued a final trickle of semen that dripped onto her face. Tiffany briefly showed the camera her open mouth. Benny's thick cum swam around her pink tongue. She made a point to let a line of semen spill over her lips and drip down her chin, catching it in her palm. With a slurp, she sucked it up.

Taylor found the change in plans unusual but kept the camera steady for the final part of the recording.

"Oh, Mom! That was amazing. I've never felt like that before. Thank you!" Benny flopped onto the sofa, still naked from the waist down.

Tiffany blinked and swallowed, then rose to her feet.

"Now you know how Amanda should perform blow jobs for you, all the way to the end." She patted Benny's knee, leaning over him.

"Now, how about a frittata for dinner?"

Taylor ended the recording with the shot of Benny with his bare cock spent and flopped on his stomach and Tiffany leaning over him in her matronly way.

"That was great, guys. Very smooth, no mistakes, other than the money shot. I thought we agreed you would take it all on your face, Tiffany?"

Tiffany was using a towel to dab cum and spit from her cheeks and mouth. "Well, I didn't want to risk getting cum in my expensive wig, so I improvised. The thought didn't occur to me until Ben was about to orgasm."

Ben was putting his pants back on and thought, 'Good job, Mom!' Holding back a smile. It was the perfect excuse.

"Oh. I guess I hadn't thought of that. Okay. Great job!" Taylor turned the camera off.

"No use editing until we get everything recorded, right?" Taylor set the camera down on the table and began to move the lights back into place.

As Taylor was setting the room back in order, Ben noticed she seemed preoccupied.

"Is everything alright, Taylor?"

"Yes." She cast a contemptuous look at Tiffany as she left the room for the kitchen.

Ben realized the jealousy between the women on this video project was becoming an issue.

"No, seriously, what's wrong?" Ben placed a hand on her back.

"I should have never agreed to this video. I guess I wasn't prepared for how it feels to be made out to be a dork." She sat on the couch.

"Well, I don't know about that. I mean, it is a mother and son video, after all."

"I know. I know. It just feels weird not being treated like an equal when I'm used to being the writer, producer, director, and actor of my own movies. Everything up to this point has been great. And... well... after yesterday, being with the both of you, I felt like I was a part of it. I know you guys were hooking up without me before, but seeing you now, as I'm filming, it's just... I dunno..." She looked away.

"What do you want to do?" Ben brushed her hair back and tried to console her.

"I guess all the changes are starting to get to me. Alex in rehab, this new relationship with you, and now the new recording. It's a lot." She paused, looking at Ben. "Maybe I need some time to myself. We can pick up the recording later. Would that be okay?" As Taylor spoke, Ben could see the conflict in her eyes.

"Of course, that's okay. Take some time and let me know how you feel, whatever makes you comfortable," he said sympathetically. "I'll tell my mom you need a little break."

"Thanks, Ben."

Ben walked Taylor out to her car and hugged. He waved to her as she left for her condo. Back inside, Tiffany had changed clothes. She had a very thin grey T-shirt with a wide neck and a mid-length skirt. She had removed the wig and fixed her makeup.

"Where's Taylor?" She turned her head around searching for a sign.

"She's a little upset about Alex and all that was going on. A little jealous too, I think. She's used to being more of the center of attention instead of in a support role."

Tiffany sat at the kitchen table. 'Taylor must be jealous. That's understandable given the circumstances, I guess,' she thought.

"Is this going to work out with her, Ben? I mean, will she be able to be professional about this?"

Tiffany wore a serious expression; her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she crossed her arms as she sat back in the chair. She had the thought that she may have to encourage Ben to be with Taylor. Maybe even suggest they make a video of their own for Taylor's benefit. She feared that she would become the jealous one, but Taylor was a loose end. They needed to keep her in a good mood.

"You know, Ben. I was thinking. Maybe you and Taylor should do a video for her profile at Hot Amateurs. What do you think?"

Ben thought about what his mom was saying. It made sense. A lot of sense.

"It's a good idea, but the timing is wrong. It's not just the video, I think she's got a lot on her mind right now. It may be best to just let her have some time to herself."

"Whatever you want. Just let me know. Look, the rain's letting up!" Tiffany was standing looking out the window. "I think I'll go shopping for a little while." She turned around to her son and smiled.

"Okay Mom. I'm going to work on the website while you're gone. We have a ton of email."

While Tiffany was out, Ben deleted both the complimentary and critical emails from the Hot Amateurs site. He read each one, but only kept the one's he thought his mom would want to see.

The last one in his mailbox looked different.

SUBJECT: A PROPOSITION

FROM: i****[email protected]

"Hello,

I'm a big fan of your videos. I see you are somewhat new to the site and you may not be aware of how many amateur actors and actresses pose as family to cater to the needs of aficionados like myself. Most of them have nothing physically in common, unlike you and your mom. I've noticed that you and your mother have very similar skin tone and hair color. This is a huge deal for me as I am a true i****t enthusiast. Whether you are related or not, the fact that you actually look like a mother and son, is what interests me the most. Regardless, I have a proposition for you. If you are interested, then send me an email to confirm.

Hope to hear from you soon,

-i****tluvr69"

Ben stared at the screen. He was both frightened and curious. He responded with a short reply,

"We're interested. What do you have in mind?"

He saved the email for his mom to read. Ben made note that the revenue from their videos was over fifty-seven thousand dollars.

"Hard to believe I get paid to have sex with a woman like my mom." He shook his head smiling.

Sometime later, Ben was playing a computer game when he heard his mom return from her shopping trip. He went downstairs to greet her.

Ben watched as his mom entered the kitchen balancing a pizza in one hand and two large shopping bags in the other.

"Ben? I brought home a pizza."

"Hey! Great idea."

Ben relieved his mom of the pizza and set it on the counter. Tiffany went into her room, set her bags on her bed, and changed clothes. She wore one of her new shirts, even before it was washed. She was eager to wear some of the clothes she bought for her son.

Ben watched Tiffany walk out of her room wearing a hot pink tank top. "Jesus. Mom..." he sighed.

Tiffany smiled at his reaction, her nipples stiffening. Ben observed the growing points atop her enormous breasts through the nearly see-through garment. Her hard nipples stood out further as Ben watched her, her bra-less tits wobbling under the top.

"Do you like it?" Tiffany looked down at her chest, turning her shoulders slightly. Her tits swayed heavily, just as they had in the dressing room in the department store. The shirt was short and revealed her belly button at the bottom hem.

"Yeah! It's hot...really grabs your attention. Your body is something else, Mom." Ben continued to stare.

Having received the response she had desired, she uncorked a bottle of merlot and poured two large glasses of wine while Ben plated the pizza and put the rest in the oven to keep warm.

"So?" Tiffany sat with her plate on the couch in the living room and placed her wine on the coffee table. "How's the website coming along?"

"Over fifty-seven thousand dollars so far!"

"Really? That's good, but I was expecting more."

"We need to upload more videos," Ben said. He chewed a bite of pizza, adding, "We also got a strange email. I'll get the laptop."

The two read, then re-read the email as they ate their pizza. Tiffany searched for the username on the site and discovered that "i****tluvr69" had a list of favorites. Each of their videos, as well as many others, were on his list.

"Wow! That is a strange email, Ben. I don't think you should respond."

"Actually, I already did. I just asked what he had in mind."

Tiffany considered this. "Well, next time please ask me before you respond to something like that."

"Ok, mom. I was just curious. He probably just wants to make a request for a future video." But Ben was skeptical of this himself, as most of their fans who have requests just make them on the message board and do not take the time to email them.

Tiffany was looking at the email when another mail came in.

"Here's another one." She nodded toward the new mail from i****tluvr69.

Ben read the email aloud.

"Hello,

I'm thrilled that you returned my email! I am very interested in you and your mother/partner creating several private videos just for me. There will be no other soul on earth who will see what you send me. It will be part of my very private, very personal collection. The price I am willing to pay will range from $200 to $5,000 per video, but this will depend on the content and quality. There is one requirement for any video you make: both of your faces must be plainly visible and not pixilated or edited out in any way, including disguises. Understand that you cannot upload these videos for sale after sending them to me. Once I pay for them, they are mine. I can assure you that I will not share them or upload them at any time.

You may combine activities in any video, but you will only be paid for one activity at a time. You will let me know when you have a video ready, send me a short trailer as evidence, and I will transfer money into whatever account you choose to use. You can send me the video after you have received the money in full.

I am an older man who can afford to purchase custom videos from select persons who are of interest to me. You and your "mom" are on the top of my list.

Pricing:

Mom jacks-off son to visible ejaculation- $200

Tit fuck ending with cumming on tits- $700

Hand-job leading to blowjob ending with cumming on face- $1,000

Blow job with evidence of swallow- $1,500

Sixty-nine with equal time and detail given to both mother and son, swallow- $2,000

Intercourse- doggy style cum on ass cheeks- $3,000

Intercourse- missionary, heavy kissing- $3,000

Intercourse- mom rides on top- $3,500

Intercourse sex with blow job in a public place- $5,000

Bonus- observable orgasm from mom: $100 per climax in addition to any of the above. This is the only exception to the "only get paid for one activity at a time" rule described above.

I am leaving my phone number, so if you are interested, please text me. 555-867-5309

I am looking forward to hearing from you.

-i****tluvr69"

Tiffany took a big drink of wine. "Wow. He's really thought about this." Just reading the list of sex acts was making Tiffany horny. The wine didn't hurt either.

"If we record everything on the list we will earn about $20,000 from this guy. It's a little hard to believe," Ben remarked.

"I have to admit, I'm more than a little turned on," Tiffany confessed.

"Yeah, me too. He seems legit though."

"Do you think this could be a trap, you know, like a sting operation?" Tiffany asked.

"I doubt it, Mom. There are literally thousands of videos online that portray two people having mother and son sex. Besides, he's not asking us to verify our relationship, or reveal our names. He doesn't KNOW we're related. He's interested in us because we look alike. He even says as much."

Ben's point made sense to his mom. If they were being investigated, there was already enough material for any good prosecutor to move forward with a case. For Tiffany, it wasn't about the money being offered in the email. There was something very hot about performing all the sex acts listed with her son without wearing any disguise. Knowing that someone was going to watch her and Ben have i****tual sex without having to worry about covering up was exciting and very naughty.

"Why don't we do one and see what happens?" Tiffany proposed.

Ben looked over at his mom with a shocked expression. "Seriously?" His eyes wide with disbelief.

"Why not? It will be a relief to be able to be more natural in front of the camera." Tiffany was noticeably enthusiastic about the idea.

Ben smiled and began to feel his cock swell. He adjusted himself openly in front of his mom.

"Which one will we do first?" Ben thought it wise to do the easiest one and see how the whole process worked.

"We'll need to set up a payment system before anything else." Tiffany was thinking about how to arrange an anonymous transfer.

Ben and Tiffany discussed how to set up a totally anonymous system of receiving payment for the videos but couldn't think of anything outside of a post office box address.

"If we set up a P.O. box, he will know what state and city we live in," Ben said.

"What about that phone app that lets you give money to friends and family?" Tiffany had read about how easy it was to use.

"Yes, 'MO-VEND'! All we need is an email address, and on his end, he'll never know our names, where we're from or anything. Good idea!" Ben was thrilled to have that out of the way.

Tiffany and Ben talked about what they would record for i****tluvr69 while cleaning the kitchen. That night, Tiffany set up the MO-VEND account while Ben emailed the man back giving him the necessary information. It was all set. They would record their first video the next morning.

***

Ben was sitting in the middle of the couch, naked, atop an unfolded towel. His legs were spread wide with his mom, wearing one of her new cream-colored tank tops, sitting on her knees in front of him. The camera was on the tripod to the side.

Tiffany decided it would be best to simply record the sex act without acting or worrying about any scenario. They pretended like the camera wasn't there.

"It's been a while since I just jacked you off, Ben." Tiffany looked over her son's towering cock and into his eyes lovingly.

"I was just thinking the same thing, Mom." Ben was looking down at his mom as she sat, her tits pushed out. Her hard, darker nipples were visible through the lighter, sheer fabric of the shirt.

She sat up on her knees and wrapped both hands around Ben's wide shaft. She pumped him gently, feeling the friction between them.

"You need lubrication." Tiffany wrapped her mouth around her son's thick cock and sucked on the head. She loosened her lips to allow her saliva to leak out and coat his prodigious member. She sucked on the head again.

"That's it Mom, get it good and wet," Ben encouraged.

He watched as his mom's red lips spread around his girth. Clear spit ran onto her hands as they massaged his shaft. Her lips lifted up from his tip and a stream ran down onto his head, mixing with her lipstick on his dick. She applied her mouth to his head again. Tiffany made several trips up and down his shaft with both her hands and her mouth. When she saw his cock was covered in a slick sheen, she sat back up, arching her back and began stroking.

"You like the way mommy strokes your cock, Ben?"

"God, I love it, Mom. Your great at that, and your tits look amazing." Ben felt the difference in the chemistry between the two of them during this video. There was a more exhibitionist feel to the scene. Definitely more genuine. He felt for the first time that he was recording a very real, sincere interaction and not a contrived scene with a script.

Tiffany was buzzing with excitement. For some reason, she felt as though she was being watched as she stroked her son's cock before the camera. It felt like a natural performance, more so than ever before. She went at Ben's cock with renewed gusto.

Her stroking quickly escalated to a hard, pumping motion. His throbbing cock was dragging in her hand, so she lowered her mouth over his head and repeated the drooling technique she'd used before, while pumping with two hands, making sure her saliva ran all the way down onto his balls.

"Mom?" Ben asked hoarsely.

Tiffany raised her eyes and lifted her mouth from his flared tip, pausing. "What is it, honey?"

"UNGH!" Ben grunted and his cock throbbed. A wild burst of cum fountained from his tip.

"OH!" Tiffany cried.

"Don't stop, Mom!" Ben pleaded, a thick pool of ejaculate beading atop his head.

"Oh right!" Tiffany replied, resuming her two-handed pump.

"FUUUH"- Ben's voice broke as the cum leapt from his tip, spewing in a high line above them. His eyes shut tight as stars of pleasure exploded in his mind.

Spurt after spurt followed, as Ben grunted and flexed his cock through his orgasm. Tiffany pumped him steadily as semen rained heavily down onto them. Jizz landed in streaks on Ben's torso and stomach, and on Tiffany's cleavage and chest.

"You really needed that, huh?" Tiffany joked.

"God, that was hot, Mom." Ben huffed, opening his eyes. He looked down on Tiffany who had turned his cock toward her and tongued his head. She drew a pale blob of lingering semen from his hole with her tongue and lifted it, drawing it into a long sticky line until it broke from his tip, dangling from her bottom lip.

Tiffany smiled toward the camera, made a kissy face, then reached to turn it off.

"What do you think? Good?"

Ben smiled, "Yeah, I think that'll work. Let me clean up, then I'll send him the whole clip. No sense in sending him a trailer for such a small video. You made me cum so fast!"

Tiffany smiled at him as he rushed off to clean himself. She had quite the mess on her hands herself. She laughed as she made her way to her master bathroom.

Two hours later, Tiffany and her son had just come in from the pool and were checking their anonymous email for i****tluvr69's response. About the same time, Ben's phone alerted him to a new MO-VEND transaction.

"$250 was just deposited. Why that amount?" Ben wondered, "The man said $200 even for a jack off scene to completion."

"Here's why." Tiffany was reading the email from i****tluvr69.

"Greetings Tiffany and Ben,

Outstanding video! I loved it! I gave you a bonus for the oral contact and as an encouragement for future videos. Please keep them coming and keep them natural!

-IL"

"What do you think 'keep them natural' means?" Tiffany asked her son.

The next morning, after showering, Ben wandered downstairs for breakfast. Tiffany was dressed in a flowery yellow summer dress, not the sexiest choice in Ben's mind. But since they would be recording that morning he figured he would see more of his mom's body soon enough.

"Good morning, Lover!" Tiffany smiled, but it was more of a strained grin. Ben picked up on it immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Tiffany paused and looked over to Ben. "Your dad called earlier." Tiffany resumed cooking Ben's eggs.

"Is he coming home?"

"He might be, but he won't be staying here."

"How do you know?"

"He won't be staying here because he knows I know about his girlfriend and the way we ended our last call made it clear I don't want him to stay here anymore. Ben, I'm going to suggest that he and I separate."

Ben didn't know how he felt about this information. He knew he didn't want his dad around, not while the filming was going so well, but he also didn't want his parents to get a divorce. He realized immediately how strange his predicament was.

"Let me know how that goes. I don't want any surprises."

"Don't worry, neither do I. I'm most likely going to change my last name back to my maiden name. It will help us in the future if you and I don't share the same last name."

"I guess you and Dad are going to get a divorce..." Ben looked away.

Tiffany didn't respond and they finished their breakfast quietly. After they'd cleaned up, the two sat on the patio together. Ben could tell that his mom was restless.

"What's going on?" Ben looked over at Tiffany who was now sitting with her hands folded in her lap.

"You haven't asked me what I bought yesterday?" Tiffany put on a pout.

Ben looked down at his mom's chest and couldn't help but notice her nipples were once again erect under the sundress. His dick stirred from under his sweatpants.

"Well, let's start the fashion show then!"

Tiffany smiled and jumped up, all but running back to her bedroom to fetch the clothes, still in the bags from yesterday.

Ben took his cock out for a moment and stroked it, sensing the opportunity to have sex with his mom for the first time that day.

Ben shook his head. 'Damn, I'm a lucky guy.'

Tiffany slipped out of her sundress and put on the thin, white V-neck T-shirt she had bought. It strained to cover the broad swells of her boobs, but that was part of why she liked it. She had a blue and white mini skirt she selected to go with it. She removed her panties.

Ben sat frozen and gawked at his mom's breasts as she walked back outside.

"Mom, that looks unbelievable." He looked down at his crotch, "Can I..."

"Of course! Take him out to play!" Tiffany laughed as she walked around the patio modeling for her son.

Ben's cock was out in a flash. He stroked it while watching her. He was thinking about grabbing her and bending her over and just fucking her right there, but he remembered his mom's sad pout and decided it would be best to see all that she bought from her shopping trip. Meanwhile, his mom had returned to the bathroom.

Minutes passed as Ben waited. He'd set his semi-hard cock down against his stomach and was perusing the internet on his laptop when he heard music start playing from the outside speakers. After a short time, Tiffany walked out wearing a fairly conservative sky-blue, long sleeved blouse, with a pair of black, pin-striped slacks and light blue heels.

"What...what's this? It looks like you're ready to work at an office or something."

"Do you like it?" Tiffany turned around, so he could get a better look at the outfit.

"I mean, yeah...it's really nice. Not what I was expecting, but nice. Professional."

The music was playing, and Tiffany rocked her hips slightly in time with the beat of the song as she moved toward Ben.

"What is this? I think I've heard it before," Ben commented, watching her.

"It's Bjork. 'Venus as a Boy.' Isn't it sexy?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. Her voice is pretty sexy."

"You should read the lyrics sometime, then you'll know why I played it."

Tiffany was swaying her body and smoothing her hands down her legs, then back up, cupping her breasts and pressing them together under the blouse. She was giving her son a strip tease.

"I never knew you could dance like this, Mom. It's hot."

Tiffany placed a finger over her lips to silence her son.

"...He's Venus as a boy..." She mouthed the lyrics as she unfastened one of the buttons on her blouse, then after a few beats, another.

'Mom's stripping for me. Shit!' Ben grabbed his dick again, this time taking his balls out of his sweatpants as well. He was getting harder by the second.

"...He believes in a beauty..." she sang this last line.

Tiffany's blouse was unbuttoned, and Ben could see a white platform bra peek from behind the sides of the shirt.

Ben watched his mom wiggle in time out of her slacks as she continued to mouth the words.

"...He sets off...the beauty in her..."

She flipped her slacks over the back of the patio chair and slid back into her heels as she rolled her waist and torso to the music. Tiffany had a white garter belt with ultra-sheer silk stockings that were a slightly lighter hue than her own skin. She wore her silk thong panties over her stockings and belt.

"...He's Venus as a boy..."

She let her blouse slide off her shoulders revealing her white, silk bra, barely able to support the weighty, quivering flesh of her mammoth breasts. The white lingerie was nothing like he had ever seen her wear before. He felt his erection pulse and stopped jerking himself, feeling as though he could cum without so much as touching her, she was so arousing.

Ben didn't speak a word. He was shocked and in awe of her performance.

Tiffany rhythmically squirmed her panties off her body and tossed them to her son, then sauntered over and took him by the hand and led him to her room.

Ben was so excited that he was feverish. He knew he would have to use all the restraint he could muster to not plow his big dick into her the moment they reached her bed. He knew from experience that she would want to go slower than that.

Tiffany was as aroused as her son at that point, but she knew that it would be up to her to prolong their love-making long enough to satisfy her desire to cum, and she wanted to cum badly.

She guided her son to sit on her bed. Smiling at him, she pulled off his shirt, removed his sweatpants, and helped him out of his socks. Ben continued stroking his cock as best he could, allowing his mother to undress him and watching her tits jiggle under her bra.

As soon as he was naked, relaxing on the bed, Tiffany immediately put her mouth over his cock.

"Ahhhh, yessss, Mom," Ben hissed.

Tiffany sucked Ben's full-blown erection as far down as she could in one stroke. His shaft sank deep into her tight throat. Saliva ran down the few inches of shaft that she couldn't take and she used both hands to massage his balls. Her slippery spit ran all the way down and soon, she was rubbing it into his tight scrotum as she bobbed her head.

He looked down at his mom, her red hair now pulled into a tight ponytail, he knew for his benefit. Her mouth was wrapped around his fat tube, but her smiling eyes told him that she was loving it.

"God, Mom. Your mouth feels incredible." He gripped her ponytail in one hand, atop her head.

The shutters were open and perfectly illuminated Tiffany's slow blow job. She was working into a steady rhythm, with her mouth moving up and down as much as she could handle. Tiffany pushed herself down, turning her head back and forth slightly in an effort to bury every inch of him.

Her hands replaced her mouth on his shaft, pumping him. "It's really big and hard today, Ben," she sighed.

"You made it like that, Mom," he replied, smiling.

Tiffany got onto the bed beside him, and turned so that they were head-to-toe, never losing her grip on his cock. As Tiffany moved, onto the bed, Ben noticed the camera for the first time. It was on its tripod, pointed directly at the center of the bed, right where Tiffany's lower body hovered over her son's face. His mom was recording their love making for i****tluvr69. Ben became delirious with arousal at that point. He realized that his mom enjoyed recording their i****tuous sex for the stranger.

'She had this planned all along!' he thought.

Tiffany lifted a leg and carefully swung it over Ben with one knee now resting on either side of his head. Facing his feet, she had one hand latched onto the head of his cock and one on his leg. She was straddling him in a 69 position but sitting up as he reclined. She began gently stroking her pussy with her free hand, turning briefly to look down at him.

"This was a little sneaky, but I thought you'd enjoy it," she said huskily.

Ben observed his mom's swollen mound from inches below her, between her thighs. Above her wet, pink folds, her huge tits hung heavy, topped by her pinkish-red nipples peeking out over the edge of her bra.

He could only nod, with an open-mouthed smile.

As she continued to gently stroke his penis, Tiffany lowered herself onto her son's lips, trapping his head between her thighs. She could only see his chin as she looked down and he began to work on her.

Ben stuck his tongue out lewdly and let his mom use it to her satisfaction. His hands reached under her thighs to grab her ass as she sat on his face. He used his grip on her butt to guide her as she lifted her torso up and down on his extended tongue.

"Oooh, Ben! I love your tongue, she moaned. She lost her grip on his dick as she spread herself with one hand and reached up to unhook her bra from the front. She roughly tweaked one of her stiff nipples, sighing.

Tiffany gyrated on her son's face as Ben's tongue penetrated into her hot, wet depths. Her soft lips and firm clit slid all over Ben's chin and mouth. She smashed herself down onto him until she began to shake. Her hands fell to the bed, grinding her opening down into his mouth and tongue. He flicked it back and forth inside her, pushing her over the top.

"Uhhh...Ahhhh! Oh God...Bennn!"

Ben moaned as his mouth was filled with her hot fluid. He swallowed, noting the subtle sweetness, then jammed his tongue back inside her.

Tiffany sat back up and managed to hump her son's face through another orgasm, then fell forward, letting her hair fall over his thighs with her face on his stomach, next to his cock. She picked it up and began stroking it absently.

"Oh God, I needed that!" she laughed.

The two turned around to allow for the camera to record Tiffany fellate her son.

Her orgasms complete, Ben busied himself by kissing her fat, wet labia gently. He felt her breasts mash against his lower torso as a moist warmth engulfed his cock.

"Oh shit, Mom. Suck it!" he cheered, still incredibly turned on.

He awkwardly moved his arms from his mother's ass, briefly to the sides of her splayed tits, then to the back of her head as she sucked his dick.

"Mmm," he could hear her moaning, corkscrewing her mouth down his dick, only to lift up and drive down again and again.

Ben tried to pull her mouth further down his shaft but could not guide her effectively from his angle under her. He moved his hands back to her breasts, where he found her nipples and played with those instead.

Tiffany again moaned when he began pulling at her nipples. She stretched her lips over his thick meat, using two hands to aid her mouth in stroking him, but it was difficult for her to put him deep at that angle.

"Take it, Mom. That's it!"

Ben flexed his cock up into his mom's mouth as best he could, meeting her downward thrusts. The wet, gargling sounds of Tiffany's mouth made Ben pump harder. Tiffany wanted to be face-fucked by her son, but the current position they were in would not allow for such an aggressive penetration.

She pulled her body upright, lifting her mouth from his wet dick. Then she flipped over onto her back. "Hold on, baby. Let's switch position. I want you to fuck my mouth."

Ben was up in a flash, moving to stand over his mother, lying on her back. Making certain he was centering himself in front of the camera, he stood near her head, stroking his wet dick, waiting to see what his mom had in mind. Tiffany flipped her ponytail over and then let her head hang down, off the side of the bed.

With her head upside-down and facing the camera, she beckoned to Ben with her eyes. He stepped up to her, stroking himself slowly. Tiffany's eyes were on his balls as he dropped them down over her eyes and nose. She wasted no time sucking on them.

"God, mom. I love when you suck my balls like that," he said, stroking himself with one hand and using the other to play with her right tit.

Tiffany moaned as she mouthed his balls, waiting for Ben to penetrate her mouth. As if on cue, he stepped back, his balls popping out of her mouth.

She lifted her head, looking up at her son from below his wide, powerful tool, and returned his smile.

"Please, baby. Give it to me good. I want a nice big load out of you for our viewer," she said. Then she relaxed her neck and let her mouth fall open.

Looking down at her head upside down between his legs, Ben guided his hard cock into his mom's willing mouth.

"Mmmm!" she moaned lustfully.

Ben had her mouth spread wide as she allowed her throat to relax. He leaned forward and started sliding his tool into hot, wet mouth. From this position, Tiffany could handle more than any other oral position. She could feel Ben's long, thick cock deeper than it had ever gone. As he began pumping down into her, she soon began to salivate excessively. Spit leaked out almost immediately and was forming a foamy ring around her lips, eventually dripping up her cheek and down to the floor under her head.

"Fuck, yes, Mom. Take it!" Ben was really giving it to her now. His thrusts penetrating into her tight esophagus were going to make for a quick orgasm; the abundance of saliva made for a very slippery experience.

From the camera's eye, Ben's cock disappeared more than three-fourths into his mom's mouth. His heavy-hanging balls bounced and slapped against her eyes and nose as he planted himself repeatedly. His ass would flex with each thrust into her. The mother and son were creating a very graphic scene for their patron.

Once Ben established a good rhythm, he leaned over his mother's body, and grabbed her breasts roughly. He noticed Tiffany's hips were bucking upward. Her hand slipped down to find her swollen clit.

She grunted below him as she massaged her engorged clit, then moaned in an almost worried tone. The oxygen deprivation was heightening her climax. A moment later, she came shamelessly; her throat flexing as her pussy pulsed. Ben continued his manual assault on her bulging tits, never slowing his thrusts into mouth.

The pumping became more intense. Tiffany recovered from her climax and realized she'd reached the limit to her arousal. Her vision became spotty, but she didn't want to interrupt the scene by pushing her son off to catch her breath. She breathed as best she could as Ben's balls bounced on her eyes and nose. Her extremities began to feel weak just as Ben pulled out.

"GUUUUAH!" she sucked in air.

"Aaaaaaahhhh"- Ben slowly stroked his cock at Tiffany's open mouth as precum trickled down over her face.

Ben's body shook, grunting "AH!" as his cock streamed a wide jet of semen spraying into his mom's mouth.

"FUUUUCCKKK!" Ben shot more into Tiffany's mouth. The white streams flashed briefly before disappearing into her open maw.

Tiffany felt cum pooling on the top of tongue, then running back to the roof of her mouth. Ben saw this and adjusted his aim. Two more smaller spurts covered her lips, nose, and chin. He lifted his hips up and craned his cock away from her face.

"Fuck, Mom! That felt amazing! He stepped around her head to sit facing the camera on the edge of the bed. He helped Tiffany lift her torso up, so she too was sitting on the bed. She looked at the camera briefly, her face a mess of oozing cum and drool, then leaned over to rest her head on Ben's shoulder.

"That was intense, Ben," she whispered.

"It was. Are you okay?"

"I am now. For a while there, it was touch and go," she laughed.

Ben stood and reached to turn the recorder off, then fetched a towel for his mom to clean up with. After wiping herself off, they both cuddled on the bed and fell into a short nap as they held each other's hand.

***

The next morning, Ben came downstairs for breakfast with his laptop opened and announced, "Guess what Mr. 69 thought of our yesterday's recording?"

Tiffany had to think about who "Mr. 69" was before she realized he was talking about their special client.

She laughed. "What?"

He read the email to her.

"Tiffany and Ben,

You really outdid yourselves with that one. I don't know which I liked better, Tiffany's blowjob or watching her sit on Ben's face. I wasn't expecting the two of you to be so comfortable satisfying the list I provided. Very creative! I'm sending you $2,000 for that one. You're giving me quite the collection!

Till next time,

-IL"

"That's not bad for a single video. He would probably pay more if he knew we were really mother and son," Tiffany commented. She was dressed in her new, blue miniskirt with matching blue wedge sandals, and a white, short sleeve spandex style top that was cut too low to wear in public.

"You look unbelievably sexy in that outfit, Mom! I feel underdressed! What's the occasion?"

"Oh, I thought we could scout for a place for the public sex, you know, for Mr. 69?"

Ben loved the thought. He smiled and began to climb back up the stairs to his room to shower and change when he heard his mom's phone ring. Tiffany received so few calls that when she did get one, it was usually a big deal. Ben stopped in his tracks. He predicted it was his dad, and he was right. He tried to listen to what was being said but it was a quick call.

"Ben?" she hollered from the kitchen. "Your father's coming over in about ten minutes. Get the camera out of my room, hurry!"

For the next several minutes, Ben and his mom put away the camera and lights, stowed the oils left out on his mom's bathroom vanity, and made sure the laptop was shut down and out of the way. It was the first time Ben felt fear connected with the new relationship to his mom and he didn't like it one bit.

Tiffany quickly donned her usual stay-home mom clothes that she wore prior to her involvement with Ben and tried to look casual as she sat in the kitchen thumbing through the latest Restoration Hardware catalog.

"What should I do, Mom?" Ben was nervous.

"I'll need to talk to your dad for a while. I'll send him up when we're finished. You might as well take a shower."

Ben experienced a serious mood swing. Just ten minutes ago he was preparing to bound up the stairs and shower for a day of exciting sex, now he was trudging up the stairs as if his entire life were balanced treacherously upon the conversation that was about to take place between his mom and dad. Would she re-think the actions of these past two months? Would she and his father resolve their differences? Was his mom going to have a change of heart? Ben tried to put his anxious thoughts aside as her showered.

Larry rang the doorbell rather than use his key. He had a suspicion that Tiffany wasn't too happy with him and he had an idea why. At one time, he thoroughly enjoyed his trophy wife; her playful nature, the way she took care of his every need, her invaluable input when he was expanding the business, and most of all her physical beauty. It was a young receptionist at one of his dealerships that caused him to stray and stray he did. Since that first girlfriend he had developed a sexual preference for young, petite women. Now Tiffany knows, and she will probably want a divorce.

He would rather keep things the way they were. It would be cheaper for him if he did. A divorce would require a division of assets and a probably a hefty alimony payment. As he walked up to the door he was determined to try his best to avoid the divorce, but he felt it was out of his control.

"Hi Larry." Tiffany leaned in to give her husband a brief hug and a polite kiss on the cheek.

Larry looked Tiffany up and down. "Tiff, you look fantastic. It looks like you've been keeping fit!"

Blushing, Tiffany smiled. "Thank you, Larry. I've been keeping busy. Treadmill mostly. Please, come in."

Tiffany was impressed that Larry rang the bell. It showed a willingness to be civil. Not that Larry had ever been abusive in any way, but he did have the tendency to be blunt, and was given to anger when things didn't go his way. She also made a mental note that he looked good. Tan, grey hair on his side burns, but still had his original, brown hair color.

"Why don't we sit in the kitchen. Can I get you some coffee? Black?"

"Thank you, yes, black please."

Larry looked around his house. Nothing had changed substantially, save some furniture being rearranged. He was reminded of the comfortable life he has made for his wife which furthered his resolve to deny her a divorce.

Tiffany set the coffee down.

"Thanks. So, how's Ben? Is he here?"

"Ben is doing great! He has really matured, Larry. You won't recognize him. He's upstairs. I told him you'd come up when we're done here."

"That's good to hear. He's been making consistent payments to repay the money he blew at college. I'm proud of him for that."

"He's doing well with his job. Computer videography or something like that."

Larry nodded. "That's terrific. So, where do we start? What would you like to discuss first?"

Tiffany felt awkward. She was reminding herself to speak as if things had been normal, and she wasn't selling videos of her having sex with her son.

"Well, the marriage, Larry. It's the marriage. I know about at least three women that you have been involved with and I know about the apartment you keep in California. You have been having affairs for the past two or three years. I don't want to know why, and I'm not trying to blame you for anything. You've obviously lost interest in me romantically and there's nothing I did to cause this. I'm pretty confident on that point."

Tiffany paused. She was on a roll but felt she needed to give Larry an opportunity to talk.

"Okay. Yes, you're right. I haven't been a faithful husband to you. I'm sorry. But I also know that I don't want to return to how we were before. I just don't think I can be faithful in the future. Tiffany, it's not your fault."

Tiffany interrupted, "I know it's not my fault. I've been a good wife. A great wife, actually. I just don't see how we can go on like this."

"Just hear me out. Tiffany, I don't want a divorce. Period. I know that's asking a lot, but I would rather things continue the way they are than go down that road. I can visit Ben and he can visit me from time to time, I don't even have to have keys to the house, you can be completely independent, but I don't want a divorce."

Tiffany knew exactly why Larry didn't want a divorce. She estimated she would receive around fifteen million dollars in assets and most likely a substantial alimony as well. He stood to lose a great deal in a divorce.

"Larry, that's just not fair. How am I supposed to go on with my life? Can I never re-marry? What sort of man is going to commit to a meaningful relationship with a married woman? You have to see my point."

Larry wrung his hands. He knew it was too much to ask. "Can you at least think about it before getting a lawyer involved? Give it a couple of weeks. I can give you an allowance and set up a retirement account for you. It will be worth it to wait, trust me."

Tiffany looked at her husband sternly. "An allowance!" Now she was getting angry. "How will it be worth it for me to wait? Never mind, okay. I'll wait at least two weeks before I contact a lawyer, but I don't see how this is going to change anything. Just a reminder, I control our personal accounts and I already have copies of all our investments, holdings, and bank account balances. I just thought I would put that out there."

"I'm not going to try to hide anything, Tiffany. Believe it or not, I still love you. I don't want to hurt you."

Although he was trying to be sincere, she knew better. His wanting to avoid a divorce was about the money and only the money. It didn't make any sense otherwise. She had no doubt that he would be willing to give her a portion of the estate, but she guessed that the two weeks was needed to put together an offer.

"So, we're good? You'll wait at least two weeks, then call me before you get a lawyer?"

"Yes. Agreed. In the meantime, I hope you don't mind if I change the locks on the house."

Larry gave a sigh of relief that she was willing to wait. "Sure, whatever makes you feel safer. Now, I'm going to go up and visit with Ben."

Ben could hear his father as he approached his room. He was reading an article in a videography magazine his mom had picked up at the bookstore.

His dad knocked before opening the door.

"Hey, Ben!" Larry held his arms open for his son.

"Dad!" Ben gave him a firm hug and kissed him on the cheek. He was genuinely happy to see him.

Larry stood back, holding his son at arm's length. "Jesus! Look at you! Tan and fit. You look good!"

Ben smiled. "You too, Dad! How's California, or..."

"Great! You'll have to come out and visit real soon."

"I'd like that." Ben smiled.

"Hey, I wanted to say how much it means to me that you've been paying off the money you spent when you were at university. That's a sign of true maturity and I respect that, Ben." His father wore a serious expression. "That right there tells me you're becoming a man, that you've learned a valuable lesson."

"Thanks, Dad. I'm sorry I put you and mom through all of that. I've grown out of that stage."

"That's good news. So, tell me about this job. It pays well, that's obvious."

"Yeah, it does. I help with digital videography, editing, uploading, formatting. It's for a company that sells media to a variety of websites." Ben looked at his father carefully to see if he picked up on the lie.

"Wow! Really putting your interest in computers to work. Good for you! I'd like to see what you've done some time."

Ben thought, 'No, I don't think you would,' and tried to hide a smile that was forming on his face.

"Definitely, Dad. What's going on with you and Mom?"

"Well, it's complicated. We're trying to work out a plan where we can stay married, but I can't stay in one place for very long with all the dealerships I have now, so, it's tough on her. She must have said something to you."

"Actually, no. She's just like she's always been," Ben was careful to watch what information he gave his father.

"She's not going out? Dating? Seeing anyone?" Larry was staring intently at his son, probing.

"Mom? No. She reads a lot. She makes all my meals, sometimes she helps me, but she hasn't been seeing anyone. I'm sure of that."

Larry looked disappointed. Tiffany was always a sexually driven person. He tried to imagine what it would be like not to have sex for as long as she has. He shook his head at the thought.

Ben and his dad talked for a good thirty minutes before Larry said his good-byes and left for his flight to San Diego. As soon as he was out the door, Ben came barreling down the stairs and found his mom in the living room watching Larry's rental car leave the property.

"Mom? How did it go?" Ben cautiously entered the room not knowing what sort of mood his mom would be in.

"He wants me to wait to move forward with the divorce. I told him I would delay contacting a lawyer for two weeks."

Ben sat next to his mom and looked at the floor. He didn't understand their marriage. It really wasn't a marriage at all. He wondered why his father wouldn't want a divorce since he dates other women anyway.

"Why won't he go for the divorce?"

"Money, that's why. Money. Although he didn't say as much."

"Oh. Of course." Ben put his hand on his mom's shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"I'm great! Don't worry about it. I was just thinking about where to shoot our next private video, you know the public sex one?"

Ben smiled and gave a sigh of relief. His penis had all but withered to nothing with his dad in the house. He was selfishly happy his father wasn't moving back in.

Tiffany and Ben made a list of possible locations where they would shoot their next sex movie for Mr. 69. They both agreed that it should be risky but not so risky to where they could actually get caught. Tiffany suggested they record themselves in public in their clothes near the place they would be having sex to give context.

"Let's get dressed in what we will wear in the video and take a drive to see about some of the places on our list." Tiffany gave her son a hug and a long kiss before they went to change. After a few minutes, Ben came back down stairs wearing a pair of navy-blue golf shorts with a golf shirt and flip-flops. Tiffany re-dressed in her blue miniskirt and sexy, white, spandex style top. She brought along a white cotton jacket to cover her breasts just in case they had to be around other people.

***

Ben and Tiffany's shortlist consisted of four locations: the park, a department store parking lot, a model home in a new development, and the beach. Since they weren't dressed for the beach, they drove past the other locations.

"The park is questionable." Tiffany assessed the group of people at the park as they drove by. "The main problem with the park is the presence of k**s. We can't risk that."

Ben agreed, "So, the park is off the list. How about a department store parking lot?"

"That just doesn't seem as sexy as I thought it would be. Either it's sex in the car, or on the outskirts of the property. There are cameras everywhere these days!" Tiffany said.

"Okay, no department store parking lot," Ben agreed, "that leaves the model home, or we have to come up with something else."

Tiffany knew of a new development that advertised custom homes that was close by. It was in an affluent area and should have a couple of homes open for viewing.

They pulled into the beautifully landscaped entrance where there were three new homes and a model home/office in a cul-de-sac near the entrance. There were about twenty large homes being built on the first street with lots for sale being advertised on the empty ones that remained.

"This looks promising," Ben said.

"Why don't we go in with the camera and say that we're filming the house for my husband who is at the office. They should let us record. If this is anything like the other model homes I've been in, the office will be the only one with any realtors or builders in it. The others should be staged or simply vacant." Tiffany looked in the mirror and re-applied some lipstick.

"You're wearing the jacket with that top, right?" Ben stared at his mom's expansive bosom and how completely she filled out the tight top. She was showing more cleavage than she had ever shown in public.

"Oh, yes. Thanks for reminding me. Now, let me do all the talking." Tiffany opened the car door and quickly put her jacket on.

Ben took the microphone extension and extra light attachment off the camera, so it wouldn't appear too professional.

The two walked up the brick lane leading to the front door.

"Why do we have to go into the office first? Can't we just go to one of the others and record?"

"Because we are serious customers, that's why. If they know we're here, they won't be suspicious, and they'll leave us alone."

They walked into the beautiful custom home, moving from room-to-room,

the camera rolling the whole time.

"Oh, look at this ceiling, Ben. Your father will love this." Tiffany was playing the part perfectly. Ben was recording his mom's ass in the tight mini-skirt and wasn't wasting too much time on the interior décor.

"Yeah, he likes that," Ben said.

A blonde-haired, middle-aged man in a shirt and tie walked out from the study that was made into an office to greet them.

"Hello, welcome to Starlight Homes. I'm Stan." He extended his hand and shook Tiffany's hand, then Ben's.

"Hi, Stan. I'm Tiffany, and this is Ben, my son. I hope you don't mind if he records our visit for my husband, he couldn't make it."

"Well, normally, we don't encourage photography, but I don't suppose it will be a problem."

"Thank you, Stan." Tiffany gave him a warm smile.

The realtor showed the couple the floorplans to the model homes. Tiffany took a copy of all three and asked for a map of available lots to show her husband. Stan returned with the paperwork and bid them a pleasant visit.

They finished walking through the main home and walked outside to the last one in the series as it was furthest away from the office.

"That was easy," Ben remarked.

"I've done this a few times. They usually don't bother you if you look like you're serious."

Ben looked around. "Only one car and it's probably that guy, Stan's."

"I know, I'm getting excited!" Tiffany's pace quickened.

"Now, be on the lookout for security cameras. They might have them at the entrance, but most likely not in the bedrooms inside the house," Tiffany cautioned.

There wasn't a camera in sight at the last house. It wasn't staged with any furniture either. The first floor was all hardwood and too difficult to see if anyone was coming into the home, so they made their way upstairs.

"This is nice!" Ben panned the camera around the empty space, then trained the lens onto Tiffany's breasts. "Time to get busy, Mom."

They found the master bedroom. It had a large window with a built-in cushioned bench overlooking the front of the house. It had a few tiers of empty shelves on the adjacent wall.

"This is good." Tiffany turned around, facing Ben as he recorded. He was playing with himself over his shorts. She dropped to her knees on the wood floor in front of Ben and began unbuttoning him.

"Shit!" He immediately felt himself growing harder as a result of his mom's bold moves, recording Tiffany below him.

"We'll have to hurry, Ben," she said in a rushed but quiet voice, tugging Ben's open pants down. "No telling how much time we'll have."

His stiffening cock wobbled as she freed it and removed his shorts. Ben kept the camera trained on her, although movement in his peripheral caused him to look up. A new car was slowly circling the cul-de-sac. Perhaps more potential buyers.

Tiffany took to Ben's cock like she was starved for it. Grunting, slurping and humming, she was already sucking on his thick cock seconds after taking his shorts off. The feeling of his mom's hot mouth engulfing his throbbing tip brought his attention back to her.

"Damn, mom..." he huffed, lowering his gaze back to the viewfinder.

The image showed the top of Tiffany's deep red hair waving as she her moved her head on her son's cock. Her pinkish-red lips were stretched around his thick shaft and her mouth was churning like a piston on the top half of his dick. Her hands stroked the rest of him, wasting no time getting him to a full erection.

Ben's noticed the camera footage was slightly shaky as he floundered a bit from his mom's pleasurable blowjob. He stood up straighter and focused to steady the shot. They needed to make this scene count because they most likely would not be able to accommodate any reshoots. His camera work would need to be flawless. As a result, he was able to record the action without jostling or shaking the camera.

Tiffany, however, was free to perform. And perform she did. There was something about being able to record without any disguise or adjusting the camera angle that made her feel extra sexy and uninhibited. She also felt that she was behaving like more of an exhibitionist than before. This was her real self, sucking her son's cock on camera.

"Mmm, that feels really good," he encouraged.

Tiffany paused briefly to make eye contact with the camera. "I can tell. You're massive today, honey." She placed her mouth back on him and continued, moaning pleasantly.

Ben enjoyed the blowjob, but knew he'd be cumming soon if he didn't distract himself. He decided to multitask, carefully steadying the camera in one hand, and reaching for his mom's jacket with the other as she attended to his stiff dick. Tiffany got the message and pulled the jacket from each arm, letting it slip from her shoulders as she sucked on him using only her mouth.

Keeping his cock between her lips, she slipped her hands into the wide-open scoop neck of her top. She extracted one of her colossal, bra-less tits, then the other. They stretched the neck to its limit, hanging heavily over the fabric, but the effect was to lift her huge breasts, making them seem even larger.

At the sight of her tits, Ben was ready to fuck her, though she was currently trying to deepthroat him. He zoomed in until the frame was filled with the image of Tiffany's pink lips dragging up and down his fat shaft. It was a close up shot that he knew would satisfy Mr.69.

He took half a step back, extracting his thick dick from his mother's mouth with a wet slosh, and took a step over to the cushioned bench window. His cock waived stiffly.

"Let's get you out of that skirt, Mom." he said, placing the camera on one of the shelves facing the window, he then began to whisper to keep the ending a surprise for their viewer. "We'll need to see your ass for the cumshot and we don't want to stain your skirt."

Tiffany rose and unzipped her skirt in the back and shimmied her hips until it cleared the curve of her ass. She then stepped out of it as it bunched on the hardwood floor.

Ben turned back to face his mom. His hard cock was angled up slightly as it jut out from his body just below the hem of his shirt. Tiffany walked over to him, her bare tits wobbling over the bunched top, her wedge sandals making dull thuds with each step.

"Sit down, Benny, so I can ride that big dick," she said this just as much for Ben's benefit as for the camera's. Before Tiffany could blink, Ben was seated on the cushioned bench with his back to the window, brandishing his monumental erection.

She couldn't suppress a smile at his eagerness. She leaned over, checking the viewfinder of the camera on the shelf, and tilted it down slightly to center on Ben. The angle was perfect. She crossed the room to him and mentally prepared herself for the fucking she was about to receive.

Ben held his big dick below her as Tiffany kissed him and turned around, now facing away from him and toward the camera. She positioning herself over him as her hand parted her pussy lips. Ben spanked his fat cock head against her sloppy opening. The room echoed with wet slapping sounds.

"Sit on my cock, Mom."

Ben's head dipped inside, and Tiffany drove herself down.

"Oh, God, Ben. Yessss," she moaned, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. She slowly slid down Ben's throbbing penis.

"Ungh," she grunted as she bottomed out.

Ben's hands clamped onto her round ass cheeks and he flexed his cock as it became embedded inside Tiffany; he relished the tight grip of her slick sex. She moved her hands to either side of the bench, bracing herself.

Tiffany immediately began to ride her son in the reverse cowgirl position, bouncing straight up and down. After a few minutes, she was already feeling a climax welling up in her core.

"Oh, your cock is so big..." she said, strained as she rode him. "It's filling me up." Her ass began clapping against his thighs.

"Mmmm, ride me, Mommy." He could feel her ass start to clench in his tight grip. "Oh, are you already going to-

Tiffany huffed loudly, cutting off her son as she dropped onto him hard and began a forward and backward grind, driving his rigid tool against her sweet spot.

"-Oh, fuck, Ben-" she whispered urgently, her face scrunched in climax. Her hands moved to his knees between her open thighs as she grinded through her orgasm.

She finished cumming on her son and flopped backward, laying the back of her head on his shoulders. Ben released her ass and started playing with her tits with one hand. His other spread her labia wide at the intersection of his fat, slick shaft and her stretched wide pussy lips.

"You came so fast!" he said seductively, nipping and kissing at her neck and ear. "You aren't getting off that easy."

He began toying with her stretched pussy and tweaked her nipples, causing his mother to squirm on his lap. With her back arched, she lifted and lowered herself on him, stroking his cock with her gushing pussy. Ben guided her hips using his hand on her mound, grunting through gritted teeth.

Tiffany began to pant, then gasped as she fucked Ben. One hand was reaching behind her, playing with Ben's hair. The other was on the breast and nipple that Ben wasn't tugging on. This quickly brought her to the edge again.

"ohshit-ohshit-oh shooooooo..." she whispered frantically, driving her hips up and down.

Ben guessed that she was having a particularly powerful orgasm. His suspicion was confirmed as he felt Tiffany's pussy release its wet warmth down his shaft and over his balls as they rested on the window bench cushion. He wondered at that moment if the wet spot would be visible to the camera.

Tiffany was spent, panting and heaving. She felt like dead weight on top of Ben after she rode him through two orgasms. Ben kissed and licked the side of his mom's neck, enjoying her salty-sweet taste.

"On your hands and knees, Mom, it's my turn," he said with a commanding tone in his voice.

Tiffany nodded. Ben grabbed her by her hips and helped roll her over. They got her squarely in position, sort of sideways to the window with her hands on the bench cushion. She had one leg kneeling on the cushion and the other standing on the floor.

Ben quickly checked the camera, adjusted it slightly, and walked back over to stand behind her. He stroked himself, looking down at her swollen, parted, red pussy. He knew that with her legs apart, it would be a great angle to capture the penetration.

Tiffany looked back at him over her shoulder. "Oh, please put it in, baby. Don't make me wait."

Ben obliged, smiling. He put his thick head on her inviting opening and drove it home.

"Oh, my GOD," Tiffany huffed, lowering her head as her hand moved to the top of her pussy mound. "That big dick surprises me every time."

Ben took a moment to adjust their position. He then took hold of her left elbow, the side facing the camera, and pinned it to her side, angling her torso slightly down. He took her kneeling right leg, the side away from the camera, facing the window, and lifted it. She went from leaning on her knee and shin, to having a bent leg with her foot on the cushion.

This position brought Tiffany's upper torso down, with her left arm pinned against her left hip and her tits tilted slightly toward the camera, but still hanging below her. Her left breast hung down almost against her left thigh. It looked a bit uncomfortable for her, but when Ben pulled back and drove into her again, she felt him hammer even deeper and grunted as she took his thick, rigid dick.

"UUUUngh," she shuddered.

Ben began pumping into her with steady, full strokes. He held her tightly, as her left hand pinned her elbow to her hip. His right hand was on her shoulder, pulling her back as he thrust forward. He could feel her hand rubbing her pussy frantically as his balls swung forward against it.

Ben's pace increased, and he held nothing back. He watched Tiffany's bulging breasts, now swinging more dramatically as she took his pounding. They swung forward, her left one bumping against her chin, when he drove forward. Ben hit his stride as he pounded against his mom's jiggling ass loudly.

Rhythmic slapping noises filled the empty house.

"Oh, please Ben... please... give to me baby... oooh, OOOH!-" Her voice raised in pitch until it failed. He felt her diddling hand rub herself more rapidly as her voice wavered between a gasp and a cry.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Mom," he grunted over her chirps, continuing his assault. "Cum on my cock again," he spat, feeling her pussy flutter around him. "Oh fuck... ooh FUCK!"

He yanked his cock out and quickly pinned it in Tiffany's ass cleavage. He pulled his hips back and thrust them forward as his orgasm began.

A powerful burst erupted from his tip. The arcing stream shot clear of Tiffany's body to the side, landing in a wet line on the hardwood floor. Ben trembled as he pulled back, then thrust forward again.

"GAH!" Ben grunted, pulling back and pumping forward between her soft ass cheeks.

The next spurt lined up her back from her shoulders, down over the back of the shirt bunched around her ribs. He flexed his throbbing cock and delivered another line next to the previous one, then another.

"Mmmm," Tiffany panted below him, shaking her plump ass as he thrust between her cheeks.

Ben's cock spat two more thinner lines over her back and butt. He chuckled, trembling with each one. He couldn't believe how much cum he'd produced for his mom. He couldn't help but marvel at the mess he'd made on his mom's back and ass, not to mention the floor.

"Oh fuck," he sighed, lifting his cock.

He looked down and smacked his flagging dick head right against Tiffany's puckered asshole. There were blobs and lines of cum everywhere.

-CREAAAAAK- came the sound of the front door being opened, in the exact spot where they were, one floor down.

Ben's eyes flew open wide in surprise as Tiffany jumped, startled. They heard voices below them.

"...And wouldn't this be just the perfect place to hang that portrait of my mother..."

"Shit, Ben! Can you grab my skirt?!" Tiffany whispered as loud as she dared.

Ben was already grabbing it from the floor. He tossed it to her and she quickly squeezed into it.

"Come on! Hurry! Hurry!" Ben urged as he pogo-hopped one leg into his shorts and pulled them up.

"...did you see the three-car garage, honey?" the man's voice was audible from downstairs.

Tiffany lifted her stretchy top over her sweaty tits as best she could and stuffed her ample flesh down into it. She turned to Ben as he was buttoning up.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Ben regarded her. Her hair was frazzled, her skirt was uneven, and her blouse wasn't tucked in. Then he heard feet ascending the stairs.

"Too late! Let's go," Tiffany said, grabbing him by the hand.

"The camera!"

The sex had been so hot, they'd forgotten all about the camera. Ben darted back to the shelf and grabbed it just in time to see an older couple cross the door in the hallway.

"Oh, hello," Tiffany said pleasantly, waiving. "We were just finishing up," she added.

The bald man's mouth dropped in shock as he saw Tiffany in her slutty top. The wife offered a scowling, "HELL-LO."

Ben held the camera, filming the awkward scene. His eyes saw that something wasn't quite right with his mom's top. Tiffany's bare shoulders and upper back were lined with streaks of semen. The part of her top clinging to her lower back was dotted with darker, wet spots. That's when Ben remembered her discarded jacket.

"Hey, Mom," he said, keeping the camera level, but reaching down for her jacket. "Don't forget your jacket." He walked up to her and dropped in onto her shoulders. "Come on, let's get out of these nice people's hair," he said, putting his hand on her lower back and guiding her out of the room.

Tiffany's face burned red as she felt Ben's semen run down her back. She could feel how sticky it was but knew it would now be covered by her jacket. She let Ben lead her out of the room, wondering how obvious his cum streaks were on the hardwood floor, or how much of a wet spot she'd left on the bench cushion. She was sure the humid room smelled of their steamy sex.

Ben recorded the older couple's stunned faces as they passed them and went down the stairs. He followed his mom out the front door and they both double timed it to the car as Ben stopped the recording.

"Oh, my god, Mom! That was crazy!" he said to her over the top of the car as she unlocked it.

"Holy cow," Tiffany sighed once she got inside. "That was too close. That poor old couple would have had a heart attack if they saw us going at it."

"I just hope no one slips on that cum," Ben joked.

Tiffany backed them out, still riding a heady combination of adrenaline and sexual energy.

"That's going to be exciting to watch, but far too risky for me to ever be comfortable doing again," Tiffany confessed as they drove out of the development.

"Yeah, you're right. The fact we're mother and son adds a little too much risk to it. And we were seconds away from being caught! Glad we can cross that one off the list."

***

Ben and Tiffany reviewed the video they shot from the model home in Ben's room.

"I still can't believe how close that was!" Tiffany exclaimed as the raw footage showed the final shots of the her cum-splotched back and the shocked older couple.

"Aside from the very beginning, the footage actually looks pretty good. It's an exciting concept to be sure. Not our best work, but we were on location and didn't have a lot of time," Ben commented.

"There was so much we couldn't control, being in public like that. But it also adds an authentic energy to the action. We did our best. I think overall, it looks great! You definitely get the sex-in-public feel from it. The intro footage when we were in the office, and the ending with the older couple did that. Those are real people. If we put a video like that on our site, we'd have to blur out their faces."

"Good point, Mom."

Tiffany patted him on the thigh. "Go ahead and send him the trailer. I have some organizing I have to do in my bedroom. Good night." Tiffany bent down and gave her son a long goodnight kiss then went downstairs.

Ben sighed. 'She really does it for me. Damn.'

Tiffany and Ben spent the next day boxing up some of Larry's personal things from around the house. Tiffany made sure to check every room and removed anything unique to Larry that she thought he might want. She boxed up pictures of the two of them as a happy couple that were displayed at various places.

"Why take down the pictures? You're both my parents, you know?"

"You can have pictures of both of us in your room. I'd rather not see pictures of him around the house, if you don't mind." Tiffany continued to pack her husband's things.

After dinner, Tiffany heard the phone.

"Ben, is that your phone?" Tiffany thought she could hear his phone ringing in the living room.

"Damn!" Ben ran into the room and picked up just in time. It was Taylor.

"Ben, don't you ever check your phone? I've been trying to get in touch with you for the past two days."

"Hey Taylor, how's it going? Yeah, it was in the living room. I forgot it was in here."

"Is your mom mad?"

"Why, because you wanted to take a break? No, I don't think so."

"Good. So..." Taylor hesitated. "There's uh... there's nothing else?" Ben didn't understand Taylor's question.

"Something else? Like? What are you talking about, Tay?"

"Nothing." Taylor sounded relieved.

"Taylor, what's going on?"

"A couple of days ago, Alex called. He sounded really good, like he was in a good place emotionally. We talked for a long time. I eventually told him that you and I were making a movie together. Then things went sideways and he all of a sudden flipped out. Ben, he and I are already broken up so it's not like I was cheating, but I think being in rehab has made him more sensitive or something."

Taylor had Ben's full attention. Alex was one of only two people who could cause his family serious problems, since he knew their real identities and the movies. They couldn't afford for him to be 'flipping out.' Ben realized that he probably should have left Taylor alone when she texted him that first time.

"What do you mean 'flipped out'?"

"He got pissed. Started cussing, at you, at me. That sort of thing."

"What did he say he was going to do? Did he make any threats?" Ben wanted to know what to expect.

"I calmed him down. I told him I would consider recording with him when he gets out of rehab. I also said that for now I wouldn't record with you. That seemed to help. But, Ben, I only said I wasn't going to record with you because he seemed so unstable over the phone. I thought maybe he called you after he spoke with me."

"So, when you broke up with him, you didn't say anything about making videos with me?" For some reason, Ben was under the impression she had.

"No. I said I would be making videos, but I never said it would be with you until last night."

Ben could understand Alex's shock, but that didn't change the fact that he needed to keep his friend quiet. He wasn't so sure he could trust Alex, despite Taylor's assurances.

"Taylor, answer this honestly; do I need to worry about Alex saying something about me and my mom?"

"I don't know, but I doubt it, Ben. I mean, he didn't say anything specifically, but I think telling him I won't be recording with you assuaged him for now. If it comes down to it, I'll remind him that he also has a lot to lose if his family found out about his movies."

Ben felt better, but Taylor's assurances that Alex wouldn't say something to someone, anyone, didn't completely quiet his fears.

"I guess I'll tell my mom you're out for now."

"Sorry, Ben, but for now, it's the best move for all of us, don't you think? I still want to see you, Ben...maybe just not record it?"

Ben laughed. "Okay, Taylor. I'll call you later."

"Okay. Sorry, Ben!"

"No worries. Bye."

Ben ended the call and noticed for the first time that Tiffany was standing at the entrance to the living room listening to the call.

"I didn't like the sound of that call, Ben."

Ben turned toward Tiffany, "Yeah, I think it helps that Taylor is out. What a waste of time though."

Not only did Tiffany dislike the new information about Alex, but she didn't like hearing Ben talk to Taylor. She was beginning to feel very possessive of her son. Tiffany decided it was time to move her relationship with Ben to the next level.

"Ben, I need to talk to you about the conversation I had with your dad."

"Okay, Mom, but, you know, Dad told me you wanted a divorce and that you were going to give him two weeks before you got a lawyer. So, I know something about what you talked about."

"That's true, he also said I could change the locks and that he would not come to the house unless invited to see you."

Ben thought about what his mom was saying. From what she said, it sounded like his dad was pretty much going to be out of their life whether they got a divorce or not.

"That's good! We don't have to worry about him barging in on us."

"That's right. Come with me for a minute." Tiffany took Ben by the hand and led him into her bedroom.

Ben had no clue as to what his mom was up to, but it felt good to hold her hand.

In the master, Tiffany opened the bottom drawers of her large dresser, then walked over to the night stand on the left side of the bed and opened the two drawers. She looked at Ben with wide eyes and motioned to the closet.

"What?" Ben wasn't getting whatever message his mom was trying to send.

Tiffany wasn't saying anything, so he walked over to the dresser, then the nightstand. The drawers were empty. The few clothes in his father's closet that weren't already packed up were pushed to the back.

"So, you got rid of all Dad's stuff? Good, right?"

Tiffany shook her head. "You could look at it that way, or you could say that I made room for you."

Her words seemed to hang in the air, echo even, as she spoke them. Ben looked again at the empty drawers, then back at his mom. In that moment, he felt loved, desired, and wanted in a way he had never experienced before. Tiffany walked over to her bewildered son and kissed him passionately.

"I love you, Ben. We should sleep together in our bed every night, don't you think?"

Ben looked at the bed, 'our bed'.

"Yeah. I do. I definitely do."

Tiffany walked toward the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes, turning on the shower, she motioned to Ben.

"Why don't you join me?" Ben closed the door, undressed, and entered the shower with his mom.

Tiffany had already gotten herself wet in the shower. As Ben joined her, she put him into the hot spray. She wanted to wash him, to take care of him as her man. She got behind him with the bar of soap.

"Mmmm, that feels great," Ben told her as she started soaping up his shoulders and back. He could feel her heavy, wet tits brush over his skin. He felt his cock start to thicken.

Tiffany made her way down his back and spread the soapy suds over his muscular butt. Her hands found their way to his front as she stepped up, pressing her body into his back. One hand gripped his shaft and the other held his balls.

"Oh, Mom," Ben grunted as she began fondling him with her soapy hands.

"What?" she joked back. "I don't want to miss any spots."

Ben turned around to face her, with the shower now on his back. He leaned in and kissed her fiercely as she grabbed his thick erection with both hands. Their tongues met, wet and hot. Ben's cock head was brushing the bottom of Tiffany's slick tits as she jerked him toward her. Ben used the soap bar to get his hands sudsy and slick and latched them onto Tiffany's huge boobs. He squeezed, lifted, and cupped them. They continued kissing hard, groping each other under the warm water.

The intensity they shared grew in the hot steamy shower. They kissed with passion, but took their time, enjoying each other in an increasingly more intimate way. But that didn't mean the foreplay didn't have the usual effect. They had lost track of time and soon, Tiffany's growing need became dire.

Breaking their fervent make-out session, she looked into Ben's eyes. "Let's dry off and move to the bed. We don't want to use up all the hot water," she said with a wink.

They got out of the shower and Ben quickly wrapped Tiffany in a towel. He dried her brusquely, giving extra attention to her supple ass and tits. His hands gripped her curvy features as if he were checking the elasticity of her ass cheeks and her enormous breasts.

Tiffany was enjoying the treatment and moved quickly to towel her son off. She'd dried him mostly when she guided him to the bed, both of them naked. She pushed him onto his back on to the mattress, his hard cock slapping with a smack against his lower torso.

"Mmmm, let Mommy have a taste," she said, her hungry eyes on his turgid erection.

His long cock was so hard and tall, Tiffany only had to lean over him slightly. She put both hands on his base and brought her mouth over his cock head.

"Oooooh, Mom," Ben sighed, his hands threading into her damp hair.

Tiffany sucked on her son enthusiastically for several minutes before she climbed on the bed on her tummy, between Ben's legs. Arching her back, she surrounded his shaft with her soft tits and sucked his head. She reveled in the time she spent pleasuring Ben, and this was no different. But her blowjob was abbreviated. After all, neither of them needed anymore foreplay.

She lifted her lips from his dick. "I need to be on top."

Ben nodded enthusiastically. He found a pillow and propped up his head while Tiffany scooted forward, kneeling with her thighs outside of Ben's. His heavy cock bobbed and twitched between them in anticipation.

Tiffany held his erection against her chest and cleavage. She used her whole body to pump it up and down a few times, then lifted herself and placed him at her hungry opening. As their eyes locked in a lust-filled love, Tiffany let herself melt onto her son. She felt his manhood bend slightly as she impaled herself upon it. But, its stiffness held out and his head breached her labia and penetrated her hot pussy in a single motion.

"Ooooh," she sighed, her voice a mixture of strain and satisfaction. "God that's big," she observed as she bottomed out, her thighs quivering.

Ben placed his hands on her broad tits. He palmed her nipples and as much breast flesh as he could squeeze, but her ample orbs bulged out, overflowing his grip. "This feels good, Mom."

She nodded down at him; her pouty lips open slightly. Ben could see her partially-lidded eyes were locked onto his. She was most intense when she stared at him while she was on top. Now, with her hands planted on either side of his chest to stabilize her inevitable thrusts and gyrations, Tiffany began to move.

Her motions were slow at first, leisurely, even. She had a way of waving her pelvis that drove Ben crazy. When she did this, she would move her body around his cock rather than in a penetrating motion. As she moved around on the cock planted deep within her, Ben gave her tits lots of attention.

Ben loved his mom on top as it allowed unfettered, constant contact with her epic tits. There was also something about her being on top that revealed her desire for him. She controlled the depth and pace when she rode him. Ben mentally took notes while she straddled his cock, eager to learn all he could from her movements. He could tell how aroused she was, or whether she wanted a deep orgasm or more of a clitoral one.

How she looked at him while she was on top was also very telling. Did she stare into his eyes? Was she looking at his body? Were her eyes closed? He had discovered that her eyes revealed her mood, her feelings for him.

In the warm light of the nightside lamp, Ben considered her face as she made love to him. He adored her features; the perfection of her cheek bones, the elfish quality of her eyes, her flawless nose. He softly kneaded her breasts and rubbed her nipples to an encouraging purr.

"I'm so glad you discovered your perverted little video recording hobby, Ben," She smiled.

Ben laughed. "Yeah, me too. I never thought it would lead to this, Mom. I wasn't capable of this level of fantasy."

Tiffany began grinding harder. Her breathing became heavy and her pumping became more dramatic. She leaned forward slightly, letting her weighty tits pummel her son's face in the most pleasurable way. Ben grabbed his mom by her hips and began to pull her deeper onto his thick, hard pole.

"Oh, God, Ben." Her voice was loud but threatening to break. "I'm going to cum already," she announced.

Ben couldn't articulate much with her bouncing mounds in his face, so he moaned and aided his mother's grinding motion in an upward thrusting movement. Her tempo increased. Heavy breathing and the soft sound of her breasts slapping together drove Ben wild.

"Oh...Oh...Ben! Caaah-" her voice broke in a gurgle as she bore down on him.

Ben's cock was embraced even tighter by her clenching cunt. The feeling of tightening muscles was immediately followed by the warm rush of Tiffany's climax. Ben pumped back into his mom's hips as she moaned in pleasure.

"Ah...Baby!" A spasm, then another relaxed feeling, then another orgasm. Her hands clawed at Ben's chest as her body trembled and rippled above him.

He leaned his head back, looking up at Tiffany's face. "Mom, you are so sexy, so beautiful!"

Ben's loving words brought a tingling sensation to Tiffany. She lifted herself up, then repeatedly slammed her body down on her lover. Her skin became hot as she pounded through two more orgasms. The thought that she and her son would now be sharing the same bed in their own bedroom, drove her insane with passion.

Tiffany moved down her son's body and kissed him deeply. She wanted him to dominate her in that moment.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me," she whispered.

"Um, yes please," Ben replied, giving her a playful slap on the ass.

The slap put her in motion. She dismounted and rolled onto her back. After four or five climaxes (she'd lost count), Tiffany had expected to be completely spent, but she found a surprise reservoir of energy in that moment with her son.

They shared a passionate, frenzied kiss before Ben could no longer control himself. He needed to fuck his mom at his own pace.

Tiffany dismounted her son and spread her legs on her back. Waiting for her son to fill her.

Ben got up onto his knees above her. He grabbed her legs, one in each hand, just above the ankles and took control of their position. Spreading them apart further, he bent her knees slightly. Her pelvis rocked back, opening her sex. By pulling his hips back, he aimed his cock into her wet opening. Her slick lips kissed his cock head. Ben grit his teeth while holding his mother's ankles and guided his meaty cock to her saturated pussy, letting his weight surge forward in a slow, steady penetration.

Tiffany's hand immediately went between her legs and she stroked the top of her mound as he sunk in. "Aaaaawww," she whined in pleasure.

Ben had been looking down, watching her pussy stretch around his shaft as he buried it; watching her hand rub her clit. He looked up to her face and discovered she was looking right at him..

"Oh, Ben. Fuck me hard, baby," Tiffany's sultry whisper stuck in his mind.

He pulled back, then pushed forward repeatedly. Every motion became more forceful, more deliberate. Tiffany's pussy quickly adjusted to the welcomed intruder and her hand left her mound. She flexed her legs, opening herself even more to her son. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she spread herself wide as Ben continued to grip her by the ankles. He built up speed as they both started huffing.

Tiffany was docile below him, she could feel his balls swinging wildly, drumming directly against her asshole with each slam. They felt heavy and wet, no doubt from her leaking pussy. He pounded his mother with abandon, driving his dick deep.

"Goddd..." Tiffany shivered.

Ben raised her legs in his hands and spread them wider. He straightened his back. Tiffany's hands left his shoulders and she crossed them under her tits. He flexed his cock into her, looking down over her body. She was shaking and bouncing from his vigorous spearing. With her arms under her boobs, her bounding breasts lurched upward, hitting her chin with each inward thrust that Ben made.

Ben released her legs and let his torso fall upon Tiffany, kissing her as he dutifully maintained his steady pace. He stopped and felt the warmth and comfort of her sex as she surrounded his cock with her pussy. The meeting of their genitals felt like a molten-hot, wet connection. Ben was feeling very close to his own orgasm.

He changed his pace. Now rhythmically moving in and out of her wetness at a very slow pace, he kissed her again, with a broad, wet smooch.

"I love this, Mom."

"Me too, Ben. I've never felt such a deep love and intense sexual desire at the same time."

Tiffany's soft words sent Ben over the edge.

"I'm close, Mom."

"Come for me, Ben. Go slow. I want to feel every inch of you inside me when you cum."

'I'm going to cum inside my mom,' he thought.

Ben couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum, but climaxing while moving at a slower pace was not something he was used to doing. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, for far longer than it would have taken him had he kept his more rigorous pace.

His mouth gaped open and he moaned continuously, letting his orgasm build until it peaked. Tiffany's mouth also hung open. All she could do was nod encouragingly as she felt him stuff her full. Impossibly, she felt his full erection swell even further.

They stared into each other's eyes as Ben trembled with Tiffany nodding her approval. His cock throbbed, and his hot semen burst deep into his mom's pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried.

"Oh God, I can feel it. Oh Ben, it's so hot. Give it all to me. I can feel it all, baby."

Ben trembled and was overwhelmed with pleasure. He gasped and prepared to deliver another injection of semen. "Stay inside me, Ben!"

Tiffany's legs wrapped around her son's back and clamped him to her body like a vice. She pressed herself up into him, trapping his cock within her pussy.

Ben's body flexed as he powered out the remaining blast of cum. His searing-hot seed exploded into Tiffany.

He held his cock static, looking down. He could see the base and first inch or two of his cock. It throbbed, pumping and spitting the cumload from his balls into her in pulses. His head swam as he processed the image.

He backed himself halfway out and wrapped an arm around the back of her neck bringing her in for a kiss.

Ben stayed planted deep inside his mom as he moved his head aside and rested his weight upon her. He was done.

Ben finally rolled off his mother, his cock coated with cum, and lie on his back with his eyes closed.

"That was sublime." He smiled, then laughed. "I have a feeling we'll be doing that again."

Tiffany looked over to her son and kissed him softly. She rested a hand and her head on his chest and they drifted peacefully off to sleep in their shared bed.

-END-