Chapter 288: Pleasure & Taboo
byHeyAll©
My mother and I both found ourselves at life's crossroads.
I had recently graduated from film school and was lucky enough to land a job doing video production work for an independent movie studio. It was a small start, but one that I hoped would lead to my dream of being a director of my own films. I had spent an entire summer working hard on a script that meant a lot to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luck needed to put the whole thing together.
On the other hand, my mother was an accomplished actress in her own right. In her younger days she appeared in many theatrical plays and musicals, as well as headlining a few of her own. But in her later age, she switched careers and became a real estate agent in order to live a more normal lifestyle. She recently became single again after breaking up with her boyfriend and was looking for another place to live.
So there we were, two people looking for the next step in life. I lived on my own in a small apartment, and my mother recently bought a new home which was still being remodeled. So, I did what any good son would do in that situation and I let her stay with me for a while.
Pleasure & Taboo
We sat in my living room and my mother briefly flipped through the pages of my script.
"So this is it," she said. "This is the story you've been busy writing all this time."
"Yep. I'm not saying it's the best thing ever, but I'm proud of it. I think it's pretty good."
"I sure hope so. If I remember correctly, you were so busy writing this thing that you avoided having lunch with me quite a few times."
"Well, that's the price of success I guess. At least this is my attempt at success."
"I think that's great," she replied. "I didn't mean to sound disparaging or anything, but I hope you know that I'm very proud of you for pursuing your dreams. I'm right behind you 100%."
"Thanks mom. That's probably the first time I've ever heard you say that," I joked.
She smiled and her eyes flipped through the pages again. "So what's it about? Have you had any luck with finances or distribution? I have the number of a good agent if you need one."
"Well that's the thing," I sighed. "I know some people, but the rest of the process is a mess right now."
"How so?"
"I've talked to my bosses at the studio and they think the script has potential. The main problem is finding the right lead. I need a good actress who can do this part and is willing to get naked a lot. Once I have that, I'll need to do a few screen tests to convince them to give me the support I need."
"You mean to tell me that in a city like this, you can't find any beautiful women to get naked for a movie?" she asked skeptically. "I find that very hard to believe."
I shrugged. "Obviously tons of women would get naked in a movie for free, but none of them can act, which is really important to me. When I actually do find women who can act, they think I'm making a high class porn video or something. They look at me like I'm a creep when I try to pitch them the story."
"Well I can't really blame them for thinking that. I mean, you're a handsome young man armed with a video camera and no movie deal; what's a girl to think?" she smiled.
"Very funny. But seriously, I'm thinking about giving up on this whole thing entirely. Or at the very least get started on something totally different."
"Now wait a second," she said sternly. "You've made a commitment to yourself and I fully expect you to carry it out. Do you think I would be where I am in life, or have the success that I've had in acting if I gave up after the first few times people have said 'no' to me?"
"Thanks again mom. I guess you're right. I wasn't really thinking about quitting anyway."
"Good. So what's this story about anyway? I'm sure it must be something interesting if you've invested so much of your time on it."
"It's hard to explain," I replied. "It's better if you read it and get a vibe for it yourself. Besides, it'll sound sleazy if I try to explain what it is."
"See, there's your first problem."
"Which is?"
Her eyebrows raised. "Have you ever heard of the elevator pitch? If you're trying to sell yourself to someone for a job interview, you have to make sure your presentation is short, refined, and to the point, so it can successfully be pitched in a short amount of time. Here's your opportunity to work on it; so what's yours story about?"
"Hmm... In short, it's about a woman who basically gets in touch with herself. The movie contains a lot of nudity. The age of the actress isn't really important since the script can be adjusted for anyone."
"How elegant," she said sarcastically. "No wonder so many talented actresses are flocking over to be in your movie."
"Maybe that wasn't the best way to describe it."
"That was a horrible synopsis you just gave me," she smiled. "Try it again."
"Okay. Well, it's about a woman with a lot of life experience. She catches the attention of a budding author who's interested in using her life story as inspiration for a novel he's writing. They eventually start having sit down interviews together and he wants to know as much about her as possible. He finds her endlessly fascinating, and vice versa. The topic of conversation eventually turns to her sexual history, to which she has no shame in revealing her likes and fantasies. Without spoiling it too much, they eventually fall in love at the end. It's something of a love story combined with an examination of human sexuality."
"Now that was so much better. It certainly sounds like something I would be interested in seeing."
I smiled, "You can see my dilemma now. This was definitely written for a talented actress to star in or else the movie wouldn't come out right. It's not worth the effort if I can't make it perfect."
"I'm sure you'll find someone soon. Your problem was that you didn't know how to sell it. If you just repeat what you've said to me, I have no doubt you'll find who you're looking for."
"Thanks for the encouragement," I replied.
My mother stood up and patted me on the shoulder. "Thank you for letting me stay at your place for a little while. I'll take a look at this script, and if it's as good as it sounds, I'll send it to a few friends of mine who are still in the business to see what they think. In the meantime, let's go get dinner."
*** LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! ***
I was watching tv in the living room while I ate breakfast the next morning. One minute I'm focused on watching the news, the next moment my mother shuts off the television and sits right next to me. She was dressed in nothing but her silk bathrobe. Her hair was still soaking wet and slicked backward.
"I read half of this last night," she said, slamming the script on the couch. "Then I read the other half this morning while in the bath."
"What did you think?" I asked nervously based on her reaction.
"I absolutely love it and I want to star in it."
All of a sudden there was an awkward tension in the room, at least from my end. My mother had a beaming look on her face as if she had just found something she was longing for. She looked determined and refused to take 'no' for an answer. On the other hand, I knew what it would mean if she actually did star in it.
"Are you serious? You want the lead role? Did I give you the right script yesterday?"
She nodded. "I know what you're thinking, that this would be weird between us because of the sexual content involved. But you're an adult and so am I. We can be mature about this because we're both dedicated artists in our own regards. That's how I see it."
"But mom... You're my mom. I mean, you're my mom."
"You don't think I know that?" she replied with an eyebrow raised. "The point is that you need a lead actress who's willing to give you everything she has on screen in order to make this story mean something special. That's what this story is to me, something special. I truly love this script because it reminds me of myself at a younger age. Acting has always been my passion and it's been forever since I've done it. Trust me, we can make this work."
I gave her a skeptical look. "You realize that a large majority of this script contains sexually explicit dialogue and a number of nude scenes right?"
"You realize that I've done nudity on stage before don't you?"
"This is different. This is on film. Once it's recorded, then it's recorded. It'll be sent to a small studio and everyone there will see it. If this film gets approved and made with a bigger budget, then they'll expect you to star in it. Once that happens, then EVERYONE will see you naked. Do you know what most guys do to themselves when they see a woman get naked in a movie?"
"But you don't have any problems filming this with some other actress, right? How about when I was about to recommend a friend for the part, would you have given her that same exact warning? I don't think so mister."
"All I'm saying is that this is going to be really odd doing this with you. I mean, you're my mother."
"I know I'm your mother, you keep on reminding me," she quipped.
"It's obvious that you won't take 'no' for an answer," I replied. "Maybe we should give this a couple of days for us to think about. Then we can make a better decision about all of this."
"What's there to think about? I love your script. It really speaks to me in a way that no other book or movie has before. Plus I've already gotten the character figured out and how I would portray her on camera."
I paused and thought for a moment. "If you're absolutely sure about this, then what I'll need is just a few screen tests from you. I'll read the lines of the interviewer, but I won't be on camera. A male actor will be hired for that part later. The camera will be on you the entire time."
A big smile grew on her face and she bent over to plant a big kiss on my cheek.
"You've made the right decision."
***
We agreed to start filming a few scenes later that afternoon. Through breakfast and lunch, my mother's attention was focused squarely on the script, and how she was going to perform it.
The time came and we were both trying to relax. We sat in the dining room, which was meant to portray the male character's dining room in the story.
"You seem kind of jittery," I pointed out.
"A little. It's been a while since I've been in front of the camera. But it's like riding a bike, I'm excited and I don't think I've lost my touch."
"Glad to hear it. I just hope this doesn't get too awkward between us. This is the first sexy scene of the movie."
She smiled, "We're both professionals here. It shouldn't be a problem."
I put the final touches on the position of the camera. It was pointed solely at my mother from a slight angle. Her hair was done nicely and she was dressed in a classy outfit.
"I've always wanted to say this: Lights, camera, action!"
***
The button was pressed and the recording started.
"Did you enjoy your time as a nude model for painters?" I asked while portraying the role of the interviewer.
"It was a fascinating experience," she replied in character. "As it turned out, being a waitress didn't pay enough to cover rent and college. I saw an add on the campus bulletin board and I decided to give it a shot."
"Did you enjoy it? What was your first time like?"
"Nerve-wracking. It was easily one of the one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do at the time. But I'm glad I did it."
"Why is that? It sounds like you enjoyed more than just the money."
She gave a seductive smile which lit up the room. "It was my introduction to exhibitionism and the start of my sexual exploration as a young adult. I was a prude all my life, living in a sheltered environment. I was raised to be modest, so taking my clothes off and standing in the middle of a room for people to observe was a total shock to me."
"Did you find yourself enjoying it more than just for the money? It sounds like an experience which really changed you in a certain way."
"It did," she nodded. "I found myself becoming more aware of myself. I was more in touch with my body and my sexual desires. I had only been with a few men at the time, and I had never had an orgasm with any of them. But after I started modeling nude, I found myself having them more frequently by myself. It became an addiction for me. Being nude in front of others gave me what I needed in order to touch myself afterwards and feel an orgasm flowing through my body like an ocean wave."
"So you're an exhibitionist. Did you find that discovering your sexual fetish help you when you made love to other men?"
She flashed the same seductive smile again. "It did. I actually have a few stories to tell about that..."
***
"So how did I do?" she asked, beaming with pride after the scene was over.
"You were awesome! Seriously, that was twice as good as I expected it to be."
Her eyebrows raised as she gave me a playful look. "Didn't think I could pull it off?"
"You know what I meant by that. You're as talented as they come. I'm talking about..."
"...the whole mom thing right? I told you it wasn't going to be an issue. We're just two adults being professional about work we love."
"You're right," I replied. "Are you ready to start doing the next scene where you and the interviewer meet again?"
She thought for a moment. "I am. But I have a suggestion if you don't mind."
"I'm open to anything you have to offer."
"In my opinion, the story becomes overly sexualized when the lead character opens up about her sexual history. I'm sure there's a better way to approach this story than that."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I think you've got a good point, but I thought it was the best way to open up a sexual dialogue between the two characters. It also makes the lead character a little more interesting since she has a provocative background."
"How about me telling some of my own personal stories in place of that? Nothing overly raunchy. But I've done plenty of nude scenes in theater performances and it was a sexual experience in its own right. I think it would add a touch of class to the film and make the performance all the more believable."
I paused for a moment. Hearing my mother read sexually explicit dialogue was one thing, but hearing her talk about her own sexual history and fantasies was something else entirely.
"I don't know mom. Are you really comfortable with using your own personal experiences?"
"Why not?" she shrugged. "It's not like anyone is going to know that it's real. People are obviously going to assume that it was in the script. I really feel like the story will be more realistic and my acting will be a lot better because of it."
"Fine," I replied. "That does make sense. As long as you're comfortable I'm okay with it."
She gave me one of her patented stern motherly looks. "Be honest- this makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"
"Probing in to my mother's sexual thoughts wasn't exactly what I had in mind with all this," I said jokingly.
"Look, how about we make a deal? We can improvise parts of the next scene, and if one of us starts to get uncomfortable, then we'll just end it there and leave it at that. I can go further with the dialogue once you hire an actor for the part of the male lead."
"Then it's a deal. I'm ready when you are."
She smiled, "I didn't even need the break."
***
The camera was turned on and we filmed the scene which took place the next day.
"I didn't think you'd be back," I said while in character. "The last woman I tried to interview walked out on me, and the woman before that told me she was coming back but never did."
"Have many women have you interviewed?"
"Just three. You're the third one."
"I don't scare away easily. Besides, you seem like an honest guy, and there is a lot of honesty in the writing samples you've showed me. So what's there to be afraid of?"
"Most people are afraid of revealing their most intimate thoughts to a stranger," I replied. "Especially when it's face to face and being recorded."
"None of us would be alive if it weren't for sex. That's how I see it."
"I knew there was something special about you. Now let's begin; you were last telling me about your foray into the world of acting. How did that go? Did you get what you wanted out of it?"
"Acting gave me a new life. It was a career that I loved, and that I gave myself to completely. I was passionate about it and I found myself spending night and day thinking about how to approach a scene. It became my other addiction. Landing a good role in a theater is extremely difficult, and I needed that rush of being in front of an audience. When I got it, it was unbelievable. There's nothing like it."
"And sexually? Was there any connection there?"
She grinned. "I'm so glad you asked. The second role that I had ever gotten contained a lengthy nude scene at the end of the show. I figured that's how I got it, because most of the other talented actresses had refused to do nudity. Months later, our first show came and I was scared out of my mind. Afterwards, I ran home to my small apartment and gave myself a sexual high like I had never felt in my life. I kept imaging the looks on the hundreds of faces in the crowd when they saw me nude on stage. It was simply amazing."
"It sounds amazing as well. Did you have any partners during that time? Or was it just yourself after each performance?"
"I had a few," she replied. "But there was someone who was deeply special during that time. I fell in love with the director of that show. It was the first time in my life that I had ever been in love. It was a new experience that was both scary and exciting. We were friends at first, and when he separated from his wife, I was there to console him- just as friends. Our relationship eventually made a romantic turn and I learned that sex is so much better when you're in love. I had never made that connection before."
"That's an interesting point. You think sex is better when you're in love?"
Her eyebrow rose, "You've never been in love before have you? You wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"Never have," I replied. "I thought I was a few times, but I wasn't. I doubt it feels any different. But enough about me, tell me more about your relationship with him. What else did you feel?"
"You'll figure it out one day, about sex being better with someone you love. As for me and him, I experienced a sexual renaissance of sorts. Everything I had ever known about life was forgotten. It was as if the world only revolved around us. That's what love feels like. We would do a show, and after I got dressed backstage, we would run off as soon as we had the chance and we fucked each others brains out. That was the most emotional period of my life. And it was because I was in love with him."
*** THE MASTURBATION SCENE ***
I woke up nice and early the next morning to show my bosses the footage I shot with my mother. But of course, I didn't tell them that she was my mother. How could I? I only gave them her stage name, and if they wanted her real name, it didn't matter because I use my dad's last name. No one would ever find out about this little fact because it's only a small indie movie.
I was proud of what we made and they thought it had potential as well. They watched the 30 minutes of footage we shot and they all agreed that the leading lady was terrific. They thought my mom was both stunning and seductive in her performance as the lead character. They were in love with her and felt that she had a ton of potential working for their studio.
But as usual, business is business and they decided they needed a little more footage before they could finally invest in my project...
***
"So how did it go?" she asked eagerly when I came home. "Did they love it or what? I'm sure they did."
"My life is over."
A stunned look came over her face. "What?! Why? What happened? Don't tell me they turned down your movie. Assholes. Studio execs can be real idiots. Believe me, they wouldn't know real talent if it hit them over their heads. You should take your script elsewhere."
"It's not that mom," I replied. "They actually love what we've made so far and they think it has a lot of potential to be an excellent film for their company."
"So what's the problem then?"
"Well, they love you in it. I mean they really think you've nailed this role. But they want a nude screen test before they decide to commit any money to make an actual film. They basically want to know if your body is 'lead actress' quality if you know what I mean."
"Of course I know what you mean. That's how the business works for an actress involved in a nude scene. They want to know what they're paying for on screen, and they also want to make sure I don't have any issues and back out at the last minute. It makes perfect sense from their perspective."
"So what now? This whole situation is pretty weird."
She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. "Do you think I'm attractive? How about my body, is it good enough for a small movie production?"
"Honestly, I think you're very attractive. Any man would..."
She put her finger on my lips to silence me. "Then this shouldn't be a problem. Get your camera ready and we'll begin filming in a few minutes. I'll give those execs a damn good reason why they should support your movie."
***
The camera was in my hand and my mother stepped out of her room wearing nothing but her silk robe.
We were preparing to shoot the first nude scene mentioned in the script. The scene takes place after the lead actress arrives home to her apartment after meeting with the interviewer for the second time. She was fully aroused, but she didn't want him to know it. Once the door shut behind her, she undresses and masturbates in front of the balcony for anyone to see. It was meant to be a revival of her old exhibitionist fantasies as well as an exploration of new ones.
She was supposed to be dressed in the same outfit as before, but it wasn't necessary for the screen test, and a robe was a lot easier anyway.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"A mixture of things. Excitement more than anything else. It's a beautiful love story and a reflection of life. If a little nudity is what it takes to help convey this story, then I'm all for it."
"Are you nervous?"
"Sort of," she smiled. "But not as nervous as you by the looks of things."
I shrugged and got down to business. "We can talk during the filming if you want. This is meant to be one of the more artsy scenes in the movie where I cut the sound in the room and play seductive music over it. Maybe I'll add in a few moans here and there for added effect."
"Sounds good. The director always knows best."
"Ready to start?"
She winked at me. "Ready."
***
We started filming as she stood near the door. She acted as if she had just arrived home after being interviewed by the man. Her face conveyed the emotions of a conflicted woman, but conflicted in a good way. Her eyes did the talking and she clearly felt alive. Nothing was dull anymore. She looked at the living room window and slowly walked there. Her hands undid the robe and she let it slowly fall to the floor, exposing herself to the world.
And there it was; my beautiful mother was naked before me. I stood behind her with the video camera and I got a perfect view of her naked backside. Her back was toned, and her hips and thighs were curvaceous. I've seen plenty of naked women in my own love life, as well as working on movie sets where actresses had to get naked for long periods of time, but this was different- this was my own mother of all people.
I found myself becoming excited and aroused. I wondered if I had hired a complete stranger for the lead role, would I be feeling the same way about her as I did about my mom? Probably not.
"I'm going to touch myself now," she said, still looking through the window. "I just wanted to give you a little heads up first."
"Ready when you are. You look amazing."
She spread her legs. One hand pressed against the wall so she could lean on it, and her other hand reached down to her vagina. I didn't have a clear view, but it was obvious that she was actually masturbating. I moved the camera around to get different angles of her back, her clenched rear end, and the side of her hand moving furiously around her vagina.
Moans echoed throughout the room for the next several minutes. She started thrashing her hair from side to side and her rear end clenched itself even tighter. She was cumming. It definitely wasn't being faked as fluids ran down her thighs. Once she stopped, I could hear her breathing heavily as she looked down and just stood there for a moment, doing nothing.
I was hard as a rock at that point. I was getting ready to give the awkward reminder that I needed to see full frontal nudity from her, but fortunately I didn't have to as she turned around on her own accord.
She turned to me with her eyes closed. The look of bliss was written all over her face and she leaned her back against the glass window. I moved around hoping she wouldn't open her eyes too soon and see an erection bulging from my pants. My eyes and camera roamed around every inch of her body. She looked beautiful. Her breasts were average sized, slightly sagging, with large pink nipples that were still erect. Her body had curves in all the right places, and she had a small bush around her vagina.
I held the camera on her naked body for a few seconds longer than I needed to. The shot was complete, and I yelled 'cut'.
To my surprise, my mother didn't bother to get dressed after the shoot was over. She simply picked up her robe off the floor and casually walked towards my direction.
"I hope that wasn't too graphic," she said, completely unabashed at her own nudity.
I tried my best to not look or sound nervous. "That was PERFECT. I'll edit out the parts that are too graphic to use. You did great mom."
"I'm glad. This was the most fun I've had in a very long time. Thank you."
She leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. We looked at each other silently for a moment before she walked to her room and closed the door.
*** LATER THAT AFTERNOON ***
My mother was all smiles when she prepared lunch. She was fresh from a shower, and when we ate, it was the happiest I had seen her in a very long time. Her powerful orgasm showed its long lasting effects.
"That went really well," she said while we ate. "If that wasn't enough to get you a movie deal, then I don't know what will."
"Yeah, exactly. I still can't get over how amazing you were. I've never seen anything like that before, in movies I mean. Your performance was stellar."
She smiled, "Your script gave me plenty to work with in terms of acting. I just hope I can repeat that performance when a small camera crew there. It's a lot easier doing something like that when it's just you and me here."
"You'll do fine," I replied. "If you give me something half as good as what you did this morning, everyone would still be blown away by that performance. Fans of erotic movies will be in for a real treat thanks to you."
"Speaking of which, there's just something I have to ask: Was there a small flashlight or something in your pocket while you were filming me?" she asked jokingly.
"Very funny mom. You were naked and masturbating. What exactly did you expect was going to happen? It's not like I can control it."
"Relax, I'm only teasing. I thought it was kind of cute that I gave you an erection."
"I have no comment to that."
She laughed. "Oh really? No comment huh? Well for the record, I was curious how our first nude scene was going to turn out."
"Was it what you expected?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. Getting naked and pleasuring myself for you isn't something that a mother ever plans to do for her son. Ever. But in this context, it made sense. It's for the sake of art, right?"
"I agree on both points. And I'm really grateful to you for doing this whole thing for me. I couldn't find a lead actress to get this thing going, and now it looks like my dream of directing a movie is finally coming true."
She gave me an affectionate smile. "Being totally honest here, this is an amazing experience for me as well. We get to spend quality time together doing something we both love, and I get to be in a movie for the very first time in my life. And for what it's worth, I had the best orgasm I've had in a very very long time doing that masturbation scene."
I nearly choked on my food hearing my mother say that.
"Really?" I asked. "Was it because..."
"Yes really. I think it's because I was doing it in front of you. It's hard to explain. I don't even know if I fully understand it, but everything we've been doing these past two days has been an extreme turn on for me. When I touched myself earlier for you to film, I've never had an orgasm that fast in my life. It always takes me a while."
"Well, without stepping over the boundary here, you seem like a real exhibitionist," I replied, trying to make sense of all this. "You haven't acted in years and this was kind of a release for you, I guess."
"True," she nodded. "But this goes even further than exhibitionist fantasies. I shouldn't even mention it, but I think this has a lot to do with you of all people."
"Me?"
She nodded. "Your script goes in to detail about the explorations of sexual desires and fantasies, but a lot of those are based on things that are taboo. So what's more taboo than incest?"
"I hate that you're being so honest because that always means you're going to force me to do the same."
"Of course I am. What's the point of being close to people if there's no honesty? You sound like you've got something important to say, so spill it mister," she said playfully.
"Well, I get what you're saying about incest. I've read a few stories about it online."
"Real life stories?"
"No, not those. The ones written by authors. I was curious about it and I read a few of them. I get the appeal that it has and why it's so popular. But for obvious reasons, I'm not going to put that in the movie or else it might get an NC-17 rating."
"You're right about that. And I really need to get better acquainted with the internet. It sounds like I'm missing out on some interesting reading material."
"Depends on who's writing it."
"I'm sure. Hey, do you want to know a secret?" she asked.
"Of course I do. I'm always up for a good secret."
"Remember the man I told you about? The one I was in love with, my former director. We used to roleplay that sort of thing. That's why it was so intense for me. He was almost twice my age and he had me act as if I was his daughter and he needed to punish me for being bad. I had never felt anything like it before. For the rest of the time we were together, I've never told anyone this, but I used to fantasize about my own father and brother."
"Oh..." I said, almost in a gasp. "That...sounds like something a lot of people enjoy nowadays. I don't know what to say."
She gave me a sly look. "Don't tell me you've never thought about anyone in your family before. You're the one reading the incest stories."
I shrugged. "I really have no idea what you're talking about. I'm as honest and pure as they come."
"Don't give me that mister. I know that look on your face. So who's the lucky lady of your incestuous dreams? I know it must be one of your beautiful aunts, or is one of your pretty cousins? Hmm..."
"Well, the lunch was great. Since you cooked it, I'll be more than happy to do the dishes this time. You've earned the break after all your hard work this morning," I said, trying desperately to change the subject.
She gave me a long and glaring look, a serious one. "It was me wasn't it? I should have known. Men don't just have erections and leave them to deflate on their own. Did you pleasure yourself after our video shoot this morning?"
At that point, denying it was pointless. And with all of the honesty she gave, I didn't need to feel shy about anything.
"What did you expect? You're hot. I mean, look at you, you're as beautiful as they come."
"I'm flattered," she said with a bright smile. "Well this certainly changes everything, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Everything. All the filming we'll do in the future, our relationship as mother and son, everything."
I gave her a confused look. "I'm not exactly what you're getting at here."
She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle look. "I'll wash dishes and we'll rest for a while. I want to make sure you can make the best movie you can make, and I have a few ideas which might help. We'll film it later this afternoon and I'm sure it'll knock the socks off those executives at the studio."
*** OUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ***
The video camera was ready in my hand while my mom was dressed in the same silk robe. It was mid afternoon and we were both ready to film again.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"I want to redo the scene we shot this morning. When I was in the shower I realized that you only filmed me from the back when I was touching myself. I think it's so much more erotic seeing the expressions on my face while I do it. The viewer would be able to get a better sense of what's going through the character's mind and the types of emotions she's feeling. Don't you agree?"
My heart rate picked up when I realized that my mother was about to disrobe again, and that she was going to let me film her in an even more provocative position.
"Um...whatever you want to do," I replied, hiding my emotions. "You've got a lot more experience than me when it comes to storytelling and I respect your opinion on what needs to be done."
She smiled, "You could have just said that you're excited to see me naked again. There's no shame in that, even though I am your mother."
"I'm always up to see a naked female body if you want my honest opinion."
"Well are you ready to begin?" she asked teasingly.
"That's my line."
She winked and nodded. "Let's start."
***
The scene began the same way it did in the morning. My mother acted as if she had just arrived home from being interviewed and gracefully made her way around the living room with a thoughtful look on her face.
She slipped off her robe, which in the actual script, involved her stripping her entire outfit.
There she was, naked again in front of me. She seductively sat down on the couch and leaned back before slowly touching herself. Her eyes closed while she did it. She was right. Seeing her facial expressions as she masturbated made for a much more powerful and wildly erotic scene. Her face told a story of a woman fantasizing about her sexual desires and passions.
From where I stood, I could see the graphic image of her fingers slipping in and out of her dripping wet vagina. She occasionally pulled them out to rub her clit. All of which I couldn't film because of how pornographic it would have been. I only filmed her face, her bare breasts, and her busy hand from a side angle so the camera wouldn't capture anything overly graphic which couldn't be used later. But of course my eyes would wander down her exposed privates.
I was struck by how erotic the scene was and how beautiful she looked. I couldn't get over seeing her eyelids move and her lips quiver. Her acting performance was driving me absolutely wild and it had me spellbound with every movement.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked, not caring if I was ruining the shot or breaking her concentration. After all, I could easily edit out our talking.
She opened her eyes and slowly looked at me. Her hands never stopped rubbing her vagina at any point.
"Are you asking while 'in character' as the interviewer, or are you asking as yourself?"
"Would you mind if I asked out of my own personal curiosity?"
"I don't mind at all," she replied after a deep breath. "I'm thinking about the story. Being watched. It's my favorite fantasy. I'm also thinking about how you're watching and filming me. This is the most erotic experience I've had since I was nude on stage all those years ago."
"Because I'm your son?" I asked. "It's the whole incest thing isn't it? It does seem to make things a lot more erotic."
"I can tell. You aren't doing a very good job of hiding that huge bulge inside your shorts."
I immediately tried to move to the side so she wouldn't see it. "Sorry about that. It's a little unprofessional of me."
"It's flattering. Now admit it, you masturbated early thinking about my naked body. Maybe even before that as well?"
Her eyes lit up and she touched herself with even more intensity as we talked.
"I...I did early. And I have a few times before that, a long time ago," I reluctantly admitted.
Her fingers switched from rubbing her clit back to fingering her vagina.
"You don't have to say anything. If you want to turn off the camera and touch me, then you have my permission to do it. We can continue filming after."
My breathing became rapid and I felt nervous. Sitting right in front of me was a beautiful woman of any man's dreams, naked, and EXTREMELY aroused. She offered herself to me, and any other time I would have jumped at the opportunity without hesitation, but this was my own mother.
I hesitantly turned the video camera off and it felt like my hormones took control of my body. Her eyes never looked away from mine as I knelt down between her legs.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, as if nothing was unusual about it.
She spread her legs and moved her fingers. "You can start by rubbing my clit if you want. Or you can finger me. I'm sure you have some experience doing that to ladies."
My eyes locked onto her vagina. It was dripping wet and begging to be pleasured. There were fluids spread all over her crotch and it made her pubic hairs glisten in the light.
I reached out and touched her wet clit and her body immediately reacted. It was a real joy seeing her leg muscles move with every rub I gave her. The fluids were warm and I eventually made my way inside of her vagina with my fingers. Her body reacted even more and her facial expressions changed.
"Do you like the way I'm touching you?"
She winked, "You're the best. Now be a good son and give it a lick, but only if you want to. I don't mind returning the favor after."
The thought of getting my cock sucked by this extremely aroused woman was exciting. The fact that she was my own mother made this whole thing ten times more taboo.
I bent down and kissed her labia. I made sure to spread the kisses around and my eyes never left her face to see her reaction. Then I gave each side of her labia a nice long lick with my tongue. Then, I ran my tongue across her insides after she spread her vaginal lips apart with her fingers, and I occasionally gave her clitoris a nice tongue lashing which got the most physical response from her.
"If you keep that up I'm going to squirt in your mouth," she said with a sensual voice.
"So are you going to return the favor now? It's throbbing really badly over here."
Her eyebrow rose, "Is that so? Stand up. I'll see what I can do for you."
I stood up faster than I ever had before. As fast as I got up, my shorts came down even faster and I was naked from the waist down. I pulled off my tshirt and we were both completely naked. My mother's eyes then examined my cock the same way a doctor would to a patient.
"You've certainly become a young man," she said with her eyes glued to my erection. "Certainly more than your father ever was."
"Thanks mom. I...uh..."
My mom took my cock inside of her wet mouth before I could finish my sentence. It was surreal looking down on her. My own classy and sophisticated mother was naked and sucking hard on my cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around my throbbing erection. Her hand cupped my balls, and her other hand stroked the length of my hard shaft. She was a real pro when it came to oral sex, and it was unlike anything I had ever felt in my life.
"Oh jeez...oh god mom..." I moaned.
She spit my cock out for a second. "I guess I'm doing something right."
"Damn right you are."
"Mmm...Hmm..." she moaned after putting my cock back in her mouth.
Time flew by as my mother continued to enthusiastically suck me off. Sounds of her sucking and slobbering filled the otherwise quiet room, and her tongue would occasionally make an appearance and lick around the head of my penis.
She suddenly stopped and looked me in the eyes while she stroked me. "My jaw is getting ridiculously sore and my arms aren't doing much better either."
"Jeez, I'm so close mom," I pleaded. "I'm almost there."
Her eyebrow rose. "Neither of us have had an orgasm yet. So why don't we finish this how nature intended?"
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
My mother leaned back against the couch and spread her legs open.
"I haven't had sex in a very long time," she said with a sense of purpose. "It's been too long, and even though this isn't ideal for a mother & son, there isn't anyone I'd rather fuck right now than you."
The throbbing in my cock became even more intense hearing those words and seeing my mother so sexually desperate.
She lifted her legs higher and used her hands to spread her labia apart for me. I accepted her invitation and pressed the tip of my cock against the flesh of her vagina and pushed. Sliding in wasn't hard. She was soaking wet and warm. I pushed all the way in and held it there for a moment, before slowly pulling out and then going back in. She felt like everything a woman should. Her vagina had the right amount of tightness and fluids and warmth. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her legs around my back. She pulled me closer to her and I was actually fucking my own mother.
"I love you," she said in my ear. "That's why this is so special for me. I've never felt so close to anyone."
My speed picked up and we fucked each other harder.
"I love you too mom."
Once again, we lost track of time while we had sex. We didn't care how 'wrong' it was by society's standards, and we didn't care about anything else for that matter. The only thing we cared about was how much we loved each other, and how much we lusted after each other at that point in time.
We were face to face and could feel each other's breath. Her face twisted and turned as I fucked her as hard as I could. Her eyes would change from being wide open to being squeezed shut. And her mouth would change from being wide open to clenching her jaw tightly.
I felt the fluids rush out from her vagina, and it wasn't long before I had a massive orgasm in her as well.
When it was over, both of us were covered in sweat and were breathing like we had just done a hard workout. We smiled at each other knowing we had just crossed a barrier that shouldn't have been crossed. Then we laughed knowing it would be our dirty little secret.
For the first time, we kissed passionately and our tongues connected. It wasn't a gentle or soft kiss. It was a slobbering wet kiss from two people who truly loved each other. Once we finished, I stood up for a moment before collapsing onto the couch right next to her, with both us still naked.
"I've never had an orgasm like that EVER," I said playfully, but with truth.
"It's the first of many I'm sure. As for now, break time is over. We're here to work aren't we?"
"Why do I have a funny feeling that you have something up your sleeve?" I asked with a grin.
She smiled, "Well, as it just so happened, I thought of a lovely scene we could film with me in the shower. Now pick up your camera and start recording. But don't get dressed yet, I might need you afterwards."
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