Mom's Home Movies Ch. 02

As Ben was trying to figure out what he would do to save such a hot scene that was clearly too short to sell on the website, Tiffany sat there, in a sort of sexual shock, feeling Ben's cum slowly oozing over her skin, still holding her hands up like she was being robbed.

"Damn it!" Ben was angry with himself, but not for accidentally cumming on his mom. He was upset because there was only about three minutes of actual masturbation footage, and only a total of about six minutes to the entire video.

Although Tiffany screamed when her son ejaculated all over her, it was curious that she didn't move off the lounge, or start to clean the semen off of her body. She remained seated as if she'd been glued in place.

"Wow, that was really something. You ejaculated a lot!" She looked down over her body. "And so fast, too! Um, how many minutes was that?"

Ben sighed, looking over at his mom. "Something like six." Ben watched the cum run down her breast onto her top saturating the fabric at the edges of her new suit.

"Is that enough?" Tiffany looked concerned. Ben was wondering when she was going to get up and wash his sticky cum off of her body.

"Not even close. Sorry." Ben couldn't pry his eyes away from the sight of his mom's breasts.

"What does this mean?" Tiffany had expected the shoot to last more like thirty minutes, not six.

"It means that I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I lost control."

Tiffany reflected on what her son was saying, 'He couldn't hold back his orgasm because he was masturbating while looking at me. That is just so naughty! But how is he going to record videos if this keeps happening?'

She discovered that, despite how inappropriate the entire event was, she liked being an active part of the video shoot. She didn't like the fact that she found it to be the most exciting thing she had ever done, sexually, and she was surprised by the effect it was having on her. She was ashamed that she found herself wanting to do more scenes with her son. She had never been masturbated on like this and she found it incredibly arousing.

"What are we going to do? You can't charge very much for a six-minute video, can you?" Tiffany wasn't sure what the minimum was for the site, but she was certain it would be more than six minutes.

"I could masturbate ahead of time so it makes it more difficult for me to have an orgasm, but that would make me ejaculate less, and people like to see a lot of that." Ben nodded toward the semen on her body.

"Well you certainly checked that box," she joked, tentatively dipping a finger into the cum that pooled in her belly button. She pinched a thick strand and drew it up into a long, sticky line, fascinated. "Why don't we just wait until you feel more in the mood and try again in a little while?" Tiffany cringed after her suggestion, embarrassed that she suggested another recording session so soon.

Ben liked that idea. He also liked that it was her idea. He would be able to jack off in front of his mom again. He could still use all the filler shots and hopefully, it won't take too long for him to rejuvenate so he could at least achieve another erection.

"Okay. Good idea, Mom. I'll take a swim and try again."

Ben jumped in the pool, naked, and swam around, trying to exert himself in an effort to take his mind off of his hotter-than-hot mom. He did a lap and turned to repeat the process.

Tiffany followed him into the pool, though she waded in using the stairs instead of jumping in. As her thighs entered the water, Ben's cum rinsed off in wispy white trails. She waded in the waist-deep water over to the waterfall and leaned her semen-covered breasts into the cascading falls. She proceeded to shake her tits and rub her body to rinse off his spunk.

Ben watched from across the pool as his mom shook her body and enjoyed the refreshing water. He was hard again in no time.

As Ben was casually stroking himself below the water, he began to think of his situation much differently. He realized that this entire time he had been mostly looking at this "project" as a way to make money, rather than a way for him to be sexual with his mom. Tiffany's resistance was noticeably wearing down, albeit slowly, and Ben wanted to take advantage of this in as many ways as possible. Previous thoughts of finding a girlfriend, now that he was back at home from college, had been pushed to the back of his mind. Thoughts of developing a sexual relationship with his mom were now at the forefront.

'Fuck! I'm an ass. I can record video any time. I should be trying to get closer to Mom.' He thought about what was happening sexually right before his eyes and decided to change his approach to his video making efforts.

Ben lifted himself out of the pool and sat on its edge, bare-assed on the rough deck surface. His cock towered stiffly from his waist, but wasn't quite fully hard. Tiffany was still splashing under the waterfall looking in his direction.

"Hey Mom?" Ben waved her over, wondering if she would come toward him with his cock exposed as it was.

She didn't even hesitate.

Tiffany was hoping to steal a moment away from Ben to touch herself and get some sexual relief, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. She waded slowly through the water toward her virile, young son. Although hidden by her sun glasses, she never took her eyes off of his cock. He was seated on the edge near the deeper end and the water level rose on her body as she approached him.

Tiffany stopped a few feet away from her son and stood on the floor of the pool with half her body sticking out of the water. Her tits were bulging out of her revealing top. She seemed unaware that her nipples were nearly visible at the edge of the garment. Ben slowly grabbed his cock in his hand and began stroking himself right in front of her. His seated position brought his crotch to about neck level relative to his mom, standing in the water. She turned her head to pretend she was looking away while watching him jack off out of the corner of her eye.

After a few seconds, she gathered the courage to face him.

"It looks like you're... you've got an erection again," she observed.

"Not quite, Mom. It needs to be a little harder. I was really hard for the first part."

"Am I helping?" Tiffany felt a little embarrassed, but wanted him to say 'yes' so she wouldn't have to turn away. She swished her hands around in the water.

"Of course, Mom. Your body is so sexy!" Ben was already feeling his erection turn completely hard in his hand.

It only took a few more strokes for his cock to become fully engorged. In no time, he was ready again. As he sat handling his big dick, he was aware that an awkward silence had come over his mom. Not wanting to scare his mother off just when things were getting interesting, Ben decided it would be safer to try to record again.

Ben's overt sexual behavior was becoming normalized to the point where he could now just stroke his cock in front of his mom. He also saw that she was following his directions. He could do a lot with this information.

"Let's try again, Mom."

"Ok, sure."

Ben got out and grabbed a towel from the outdoor chest near the veranda. He tossed one to his mom as she rose out of the pool. They both took care to completely dry off and resumed the same position they were in prior to his ejaculation.

All Ben had to do was start the camera from where his lower body was near his mom's. He needed about ten minutes of jacking-off to save the video.

Tiffany settled onto her spot on the chaise lounge. "Is it going to be recording sound, too?"

"Yes, so remember, when you notice that I am coming, sit up, and yell, like you did before. Try to react naturally, oh, and don't use my real name, use, um, Bobby."

"Bobby? Why Bobby?" Tiffany asked.

"It sounds like a horny son's name, I don't know. It's not important."

After they dried, Ben took his place and began slowly stroking his dick. It was still very hard. He found it absolutely fantastic to be able to jack off while looking at his mom's body while she was watching him. His balls churned in that familiar feeling and he actually feared he would cum too quickly again.

He stopped masturbating, went behind the camera and shot some footage of Tiffany's tits as she lay in the chair for additional footage.

Back in the scene again, Ben pushed his cock out so the camera would see it posed just in front of his mom, who laid perfectly still, as if she were sleeping. He grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked it for a few moments, then switched to one hand, to reveal more of his penis to the camera. He moved to where he was in more of a profile position, standing parallel to her breasts. Ben looked over to his mom's face and she was, once again, watching him jack off. She gave him an awkward smile. A bird chirped pleasantly over the faint sounds of the fountain in the distance. Ben found the entire experience to be sexually surreal.

After several minutes of pumping his long, thick tool, he was ready. He estimated that his timing would now be closer to what it should be. He adjusted his feet slightly and slowed his strokes, aiming at his mom's tits again.

He sighed deeply as he came. A burst of cum shot across both of her tits as she lay there, "Aaah!"

"What? What is that?" She sat up dramatically and turned her chest toward Ben, lifting her chin up to keep her face out of the frame.

Ben grunted and added a second, smaller rope to the top of her cleavage.

"Oh my God! What the hell! Benny!"

He squirted a small, final line of semen on the top curves of her tits before he ran out of cum.

"I can't believe you would ejaculate all over your mom! Get in the house right now. You're in big trouble!"

Ben ran off in front of the camera and out of view as Tiffany sat up, sticking her chest out toward the camera.

"That son of mine," she commented, trailing her manicured nails through the streaks of hot, pale cum.

She pushed her tits together by pulling her elbows in. She turned slightly back and forth wanting to be sure the camera got a good view of the cum on her boobs as Ben silently returned to the scene watching her. The salmon-colored bikini top made a nice background color for the chunky white lines of cum oozing down her breasts.

"How was that?" she asked after waiting what felt like an appropriate amount of time.

"That was good, Mom. We should have a great video. When I edit, I'll have to see which climax scene is best, the first or second. What do you think?" Ben looked at Tiffany who was looking down at her son's cum on her body.

"I think the first one. You had a lot more semen the first time." As Tiffany watched her son's cum slowly run down her chest she was again reminded how deviant and sordid her situation had become with her son.

Ben added, "I like the 'Benny,' by the way. It makes more sense than Bobby and is just as effective."

It was still surreal, talking to his mother casually, naked, as she sat with his cum on her tits.

"Oh, good. So, I was alright?"

"Alright?" Mom, I could sell pictures of you in that bathing suit and make a fortune. You are one-of-a-kind hot."

"Oh, please! Let's have some lunch." Tiffany used her towel to soak up the cum on her chest and the two went inside.

Ben brought the camera and tripod in while Tiffany started lunch. He smiled, then shook his head realizing that he had just cum all over his mom's hot body twice and she was now making him lunch.

'A week ago, I would have never believed it,' he thought.

Tiffany was beginning to feel like she was wanted again. She missed feeling sexual and she now realized, without any doubt in her mind, that her son desired her sexually. It was an amazing feeling and she wanted more of it. As shameful and inappropriate as it was, it was gratifying to be lusted after; and because it was Ben, she felt it was somehow more acceptable to her than if it were another man. The reservations she had of helping him with his videos, while still very much on her mind, were slowly fading.

After lunch, Ben loaded the video and edited it. Tiffany's direct participation made it his best yet. He was able to edit the first, larger cumshot onto the longer footage of the second jack off scene. Although the sun was in a slightly different position in the sky on the footage he shot later, he decided it wasn't a big deal. The results weren't perfect, but it was a hot scene, nonetheless. It took him most of the night to get the recording to the point where it could be uploaded.

The next morning, Ben came downstairs wearing black soccer shorts and a white T-shirt. He brought his laptop to check the response from yesterday's video, "Mom Gets Sprayed." He was surprised to see his mom in her short robe with what appeared to be another bathing suit on under it.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Benny!" She smiled at her son. Ben's dick twitched.

"What's the plan for today?" Tiffany was curious what her son was going to video.

Ben was delighted that his mom was thinking about recording today. He hadn't thought about what to do next.

"Right now, I want to see what sort of response we got from the shoot we did yesterday." Ben opened his laptop and logged on to the Hot Amateurs site. His mom sat next to him at the bar looking at the screen.

Ben gaped for a moment. "Ninety-two downloads, thirty messages. I charged thirty dollars for that too."

"That's great, right?" Tiffany looked at Ben.

Ben laughed. "After the website's cut, I will have made a grand total of five thousand dollars on all the videos combined. That's in about three days. Yeah, I would say that's great!"

"Oh, Ben! I'm so impressed!" Tiffany tried to be encouraging toward her son; however, she had an uneasy appreciation for her son's prosperity. After all, he was making money by selling pornographic videos, a fact that continued to make her uncomfortable. 'At least it's just the two of us.' She reassured herself.

"Thanks, Mom. You make it easy."

"What's that name in the upper right corner of the screen?" Tiffany pointed to the login information.

"That's my username: MOMCAUGHTME. Every member has to have one to join. All our videos are under that name."

Tiffany took delight in the fact he called them "our" videos.

"Well?" Tiffany was picking up the kitchen after breakfast.

"Well, what?"

"What's the plan today?"

Ben wanted to get closer to his mom with each video. What he really wanted to do was to have physical access to her tits, but he knew she wasn't ready for that yet.

"I want to do something different today. I am going to sit next to you on the couch while we pretend to watch TV. I'll be holding onto a pillow at my left side." Ben walked into the living room and sat on the couch in front of the TV. He modeled what he was saying as Tiffany looked on intently.

"I'll be in shorts, but will have my penis out masturbating. You will be sitting next to me in a revealing top and I'll video from a stationary position up and to my right side."

"Okay." Tiffany thought it was a good idea. It was the same "mom caught me" theme that seemed to be selling so well.

"The scene will start with me looking at your breasts in first-person perspective, then I'll join you on the couch. While you watch TV, I'll slowly and carefully take my penis out from the leg of my shorts. I start masturbating and you just sit there, unaware of what's going on. Act casual, you know?"

Tiffany nodded.

"Just before I'm about to have an orgasm, I will sort of shake the couch to give you a heads-up. You turn toward me and say, 'You've got to be k**ding me,' something like that. I'll cum and you yell, or scream, or whatever and walk off toward your left. That ends the scene."

"What top should I wear?" Tiffany was standing up now looking down at her seated son. She observed his erection swelling in his shorts, a sight she was now accustomed to, but never seemed to tire of.

"Wear something you don't mind getting semen on." Do you have any tops that are very low-cut, but not lingerie or bras?"

"I think so." Tiffany left to search her closet.

While Tiffany was off to change, Ben brought his camera down, opened the shades, and turned on the lights.

He changed into a different, looser pair of shorts and a black T-shirt.

After a few minutes, Tiffany walked into the room. "How's this?"

Her huge, tits were pressed together and pushed up in a purple-colored, lacey, bustier top. It looked like lingerie to Ben.

"That's really hot, Mom, but we need something a little more realistic. Do you have a thin jacket, or an open-front sweater you can wear to partially conceal what you're wearing? Just so it looks like you're trying to be a little more modest?"

Tiffany returned in a thin, white cardigan with only the lower two buttons holding it together. Her large breasts spilled out of the top, plainly on display.

"Better." He rubbed himself over his shorts.

After stroking his dick in front of his mom while he was swimming in the pool yesterday, Ben decided he was going to make an effort to be more forward around her, just to see what she would do. She walked around and took her seat on the couch.

Ben regarded his mom, his hand overtly squeezing his cock over his shorts.

"The top looks great, Mom," he casually stood and pulled his shirt off, then stepped out of his shorts. To distract Tiffany, he kept talking, acting like this was perfectly normal.

"I think it might be a better view if you had your hair up," Ben gazed down at her and took his dick in hand. "Can you put your hair up, just to see what it looks like?"

Tiffany had her mind on the scene as Ben suddenly stripped. She watched him grip his penis and begin stroking himself proudly, his focus entirely on her. She found herself automatically complying with his request; her hands moving to hold her hair up as her eyes locked upon his thick tool.

Something didn't seem quite right about Ben getting naked. They weren't filming. Tiffany was about to object, but Ben looked like he was getting ready for the scene so she held back. She didn't want her lustful desires that had been steadily growing for her son to cause her to go too far with this recording commitment she made to him. She secretly delighted in his being naked and enjoyed seeing his beautiful cock in the flesh, but she wasn't prepared to admit this to herself.

Ben was nervous taking his clothes off when the camera wasn't running. He was both relieved and surprised when he noticed his mom seemed to be okay with his being naked. His cock swelled. He continued directing his mother.

"The curve of your neck looks amazing with your red hair and the purple top. Yes, let's have you wear it up," Ben stroked himself slowly.

Tiffany fetched a clip from her bathroom and returned to the couch. She fashioned her hair, suspending it with the clip as Ben looked on. After getting himself fully erect, he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, getting himself ready for the shoot.

"Okay, let me take the close-up footage. You just relax and I'll record the POV stuff from back here. It will look like I'm peeping on you."

Tiffany got into position on the couch. Ben moved behind her and pulled his cock out from the leg of his shorts so he could stroke it more. He thought it would add to the perverted nature of the shot if the camera was a little jerky. Ben looked down over his mom, slowly tugging his dick and holding the camera in the other hand.

Tiffany looked down at her cleavage, adjusted her breasts, then separated the sides of her sweater to expose another few inches of supple tit-flesh, busting out of her bustier.

"Perfect. Now, let me get a nice shot of your breasts." He stepped up behind his mom, holding the camera with both hands. Tiffany felt his presence behind her.

She could feel him hovering, zooming right down to her partially exposed breasts. It made her feel slightly embarrassed, but also excited her to be the focus of the camera's attention.

"Should I do something?" she asked uneasily.

Ben inched slightly closer. His jutting hard-on was right behind her head.

"No, not yet. Just sit there and pretend I'm not here."

Ben shuffled forward a bit, holding the camera and looking directly down on his mom's heaving tits. He got very close and zoomed in even closer to her slightly-freckled, supple cleavage, recalling how it was streaked with his cum the day before. His cock throbbed. He wasn't paying attention to where it was, just focusing on her glorious tits.

Tiffany saw a fleshy blur enter her peripheral vision and, without turning her head around, glanced over her shoulder.

It was Ben's big hard-on looming right next to her ear. She smelled the distinct scent of his cologne and became even more excited as she realized how close it was to her face. She didn't want to ruin the shot, so she had to be very still, but she found herself wanting to grab it and feel its weight and hardness in her hands. She pretended to watch TV and nervously fidgeted her hands in her lap. She felt herself growing wet again.

"Great, that's great, Mom," Ben said, now moving around from behind to beside her.

His cock moved dangerously close to her to her neck.

"Can you just like, shake them a little?"

Tiffany turned her shoulders slightly, the motion causing the side of her neck to graze the tip of his dick.

"Um, like this?" She twitched gently from side-to-side causing her breasts to joggle.

"A little harder." Ben said, smiling as his dick touched his mom's soft neck and hair, enjoying the show she put on for him.

"Yes, just like that. Perfect, Mom!"

Her breasts wobbled pleasantly with minimal effort. Ben captured the jiggling flesh then moved away, satisfied. He tucked his cock back inside his shorts awkwardly. He was fully erect.

"Ok, Mom, stay right there," Ben instructed, placing the camera on the tripod.

He walked around the end of the couch to join his mom, taking his place for the recording.

"Now, just act natural, like we're routinely watching TV," Ben instructed, pausing so he could later edit the transition out.

The camera was recording as they sat silently watching TV together. The laugh track on the sitcom could be heard in the background.

Tiffany sat with her hands in her lap, keeping her back arched so her breasts were pushing out nicely. Ben was happy to see his mom do this without his instruction. He nonchalantly positioned a pillow between the two of them, as a low-rising barrier. He looked over at his mom. She was staring straight ahead at the TV.

Ben leaned back on the couch and quietly eased his rigid cock out of the leg of his shorts, then stopped and waited. He looked at his mom. Tiffany sat frozen, ignoring him. His full hard-on stood, thick and proud, easily visible over the small, tube-shaped pillow. Ben angled his body slightly to make sure he presented himself fully to the recording camera.

He again checked his mom. She remained seated, her demeanor was stoic.

He moved as slowly as he could, taking ahold of his shaft and stroking it, trying to appear as though he was being sneaky. He turned his head a few inches to look over at Tiffany's tits. His cock growing harder in hand. Tiffany could feel his eyes on her, and did what came naturally to her. She looked over at her son, pretending not to notice what he was doing. She gave him a matronly smile and turned her attention back to the TV.

Ben sighed and felt he could cum already, but didn't want to cut the scene too short again. He liked how his mom seemed to fall right into her role. He wanted to force her to look at his dick.

He stopped stroking and broke character.

"Ok, we got the point-of-view shot of your breasts, Mom. I think it would be good for the video if we got the same kind of shot of me masturbating. Do you know how to use the camera?"

"Well, I played around with it a little, but no."

"There's nothing to it. Actually, it's already recording. Just pick the camera up and get some footage from behind me, like over my shoulder."

Tiffany got up and removed the camera from the tripod. She looked at Ben, then at his dick in his hand, holding the camera. Her mouth grew wet at the sight of his impressive penis.

"Mom, you have to record from behind me."

"Oh, right." Tiffany moved behind her son as he sat on the couch.

"It's ok, I'll edit the sound later," Ben said as he resumed slowly stroking his shaft. "Can you see my dick, Mom?"

"Um, yes, honey."

"Are you zoomed in on it?"

"Is that this little button-thing by the thumb."

"You got it."

"Ok, OK, WOAH! That zoomed in quickly. Ok, yes. I'm zoomed in on your penis."

"Can you see the head?" Ben was really laying it on thick, wanting to make sure his mom studied his cock in every detail.

"Y-yes, Ben." Tiffany was trying to keep the camera steady.

Ben smiled, knowing his mom was over his shoulder, staring at his dick. He felt the urge to cum, but knew he couldn't yet, so he stopped stroking and squeezed his shaft at the base, halting the progression to an orgasm. A clear rush of fluid began to stream from his tip, dripping down to the base.

"Oh! Are you about to...?"

"Don't worry Mom, it's just precum," he assured her, feeling the thin, warm liquid ooze down his shaft and onto his hand. "That should do it. Put the camera back and take your seat again. I'm ready to cum."

"Oh, ok." Tiffany said, with just a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Tiffany set the camera back on the tripod and secured it. Ben watched her every move, holding his throbbing cock. He never grew tired of looking at her luscious, curvy body. He could cum at any moment now so he had to completely let go of his dick. It throbbed and pulsed without him so much as touching it.

Tiffany made her way back to the couch and sat, resuming her position with her hands in her lap.

After a few moments, Ben resumed touching himself and slowly dragged his hand down his shaft, then back up. He pumped it again and again. His shaft throbbed powerfully and his orgasm began deep in his core. He started deliberately shaking the couch. His mom played the role perfectly.

Tiffany turned toward him and raised her voice, "What's going on, Benny?!" She crossed her arms on her chest to show disapproval.

"You've got to be k**ding me! Not again, Benny!"

Ben stood up from his seated position, angled himself to show a profile of his cock to the camera, and pointed his dick at his mom's bosom. His tip leaked precum in wet drops. Tiffany turned toward her son as he squared up to her, uncrossed her arms and stuck her tits out toward Ben.

"Uuunngh, Mom!" he groaned. A thick spurt of cum spouted up into the air, arching toward Tiffany's breasts.

With a dramatic huff, Tiffany watched the approaching streams, looking down in time to see the thick spunk nestle between her tits.

She waved her hands. "Benny! UGGH!" She acted disgusted as he pumped himself, now standing directly in front of her as he stroked the cum out of his cock.

"Ahhh!" Ben moaned as he came.

More sticky streams shot onto her broad chest, soiling her sweater. and part of the purple bustier. Ben turned his hips, aiming himself like a hose, making sure to hit his target. Tiffany squealed, watching the wads heap upon her chest.

Tiffany waited for him to finish, then rose. "You are grounded, young man!" she commanded, then stormed off.

Tiffany only walked to the entrance to the kitchen to get out of the frame, then came back over to where Ben was looking into the preview window of the camera.

"Well?" She was smiling, looking down at the long, deflating, appendage hanging between his legs. She took off her sweater and d****d it carefully at the end of the couch.

"This one will be tricky, but I know it will be a popular video." Ben reassured her.

Ben noticed that his mom had moved rather close to him, he looked down to her nearly exposed breasts wondering how she managed to fit herself into the thing and still manage to hide her nipples.

He also noticed she hadn't wiped the cum off of her tits yet.

"That was fun!" She offered out of the blue.

Ben smiled. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

Tiffany looked down to her chest and smeared a line of partially dry cum with her finger.

"I guess I should clean this off."

Ben looked over at her chest, then back up to find she was staring at him. He was discovering his mom was far more arousing than he could have ever imagined. There was something about her that he hadn't noticed before, an intoxicating, overwhelming sexuality that seemed to possess him like nothing else he had ever experienced. At that moment, he realized that she must go to great lengths to conceal this part of herself from him and others.

After the second video recording involving his mother, Ben felt on top of the world. The sexual energy he possessed seemed to know no end. He felt the entire house was beginning to feel sexually charged.

Tiffany rinsed off in the shower and dressed in a light blue and white summer dress that clung to her figure, hugging her hips and bra-less breasts especially. She tidied up the couch and living room area, then began making lunch.

As Ben's mom began laying out the items for their meal, the house phone rang.

Ben grabbed the cordless phone from its cradle on the wall and answered, "Hello?"

Ben's dad, Larry, was on the other line.

"Ben? Hey, buddy. It's been a while!" Larry didn't sound mad at all. Ben felt relieved.

"Hey, Dad. It has been a while, I guess. Sorry I haven't called."

"Have you been busy? Are you working, or what" Larry trailed off.

"Yes, actually, I am working, I'm doing some work with my friend, Alex. We're working on some code for a website. I'm making good money!" Ben wasn't about to tell his dad that he was making videos with his mom, and he knew his father had no interest in computers, so the issue wasn't likely to arouse suspicion.

"That's great, Ben. Good to hear you're being productive." Ben's father sounded relieved.

"My goal is to pay you back, Dad." Ben added sincerely.

"Ben, I think that's a great goal. It's not so much about the amount of money, Ben, it's more about being responsible, being accountable. We can talk about it later. Is your mom around?"

"Yeah, here she is. Bye, Dad." Ben handed the phone over to his mom.

"Larry." Tiffany's voice sounded flat. Her expression was sullen.

Ben could only hear her end of the discussion.

"Of course not. Why would you need to come home?" Ben detected sarcasm in her voice.

He also picked up on an unfamiliar, jealous feeling he was experiencing. 'Am I jealous of my dad?' He shook his head thinking how weird this thought was.

"Larry, you don't need to lie. Fine. I don't care one way or the other."

Tiffany looked straight at Ben and smiled wide. "He's doing great! Yes. Don't worry, he's grown up considerably." Ben's mom winked at him.

"I don't want that, Larry. We're fine. I'm not going to discuss that. Fine. Ok, fine, Good bye." Tiffany pushed the button ending the call and looked at the handset as it lay on the counter.

Ben noticed her mood had changed considerably. It was obvious her relationship with his father had become strained for some reason.

"Dad seemed in good spirits." Ben offered, hoping his mom would reveal some of what was going on in the conversation.

"No offense, Ben, but your dad is an ass." Tiffany returned to her duties making lunch.

"He's always been strict with me, Mom. Nothing new there."

"It's not that, it's just, never mind."

Tiffany thought better of telling her son about his father's indiscretions.

"He won't be coming home anytime soon. Let's just leave it at that."

Ben decided not to press the issue. The phone call cast a pall on the fun the two had had that morning.

After a relatively quiet lunch, Tiffany excused herself and went into her room, closing the door. The call from her husband had brought up a lot for her and she found she needed to rest.

Ben went up to his room and began the process of editing. Since his latest recording gave him a lot of work to do, he was not able to post the most recent video "Mom Catches Me While Watching TV" until late that night.

Tiffany didn't come out of her room the rest of the day. Ben made a sandwich for dinner and was beginning to fear his mom had lost interest in their project after talking with his dad.

When Ben woke up the next day and checked the status of the latest video, he discovered that it had only been downloaded thirty-eight times. This slow start to what he thought was a pretty strong video concerned him, but not as much as his mom escaping to her room the night before. He cautiously took his laptop downstairs, not knowing what to expect.

To his relief, he smelled sausages cooking and his mom smiling and moving about energetically in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ben!" Tiffany was in a short, black skirt with a low-cut, white tank top. She was braless and her tits strained against the thin material, leaving little to Ben's imagination. Relieved that yesterday's phone call didn't cause her to dress more conservatively, he was now able to focus on why his latest video performed so poorly on the website.

"Good morning, Mom." Ben sat at his usual place at the kitchen island watching his mom make coffee.

"What's wrong?" Tiffany could tell something was bothering him.

"Nothing. I'm good." Ben smiled.

"So, what's the plan today, director?" Tiffany was in a playful mood, seemingly unaffected by her conversation with Ben's dad the day before.

"I have a plan. It's a massage video. I'll tell you more later, but for now, we need to re-think the theme of our videos in general. Yesterday's video only sold thirty-eight downloads, and the other sales seem to be leveling-off."

"You've still made well over six thousand dollars, total, Ben. That's a lot of money for a few hour's work!"

"I know, Mom, but I think the sales are leveling off because they're just masturbation videos. Not as many people will download my new videos if they think they are all about me just jacking off. I'm getting comments about it on the site."

Tiffany realized the pattern they were caught in shortly after she agreed to help him. She actually thought this was intentional. She was surprised to find Ben was oblivious to this fact.

"Well, let's have some breakfast and work on your idea for today."

"Okay, Mom, sounds like a plan."

Tiffany served up breakfast and the two brainstormed about the massage scene, discussing outfits and location. They settled on another outside shoot. Ben told Tiffany to wear her new white bikini and meet him on the patio outside the kitchen door.

When Tiffany was finally ready for the video shoot, she wandered outside and helped Ben assemble the props for the scene. When they finished they had managed to make the setting look almost like something you might find at a resort. There was a light blue beach towel spread on the wooden, outdoor dining table in the center of the patio. The chairs that were normally surrounding it were neatly lined up against the wall of the house. Next to it were two matching towels folded up on either side. There was a basket with some smaller towels, a bottle of body oil, and some smaller bottles of various aromatherapy oils. The camera was already set up, leveled at the towel-covered table.

Tiffany felt strange about the prospect of her son giving her a massage on camera. She had questions: How would he hide her face? With access to her body in the skimpy bikini, would he be able to resist the temptation to squeeze and grope her? She concluded that she was not comfortable with her son touching her body.

To further add to her anxiety, Ben emerged from the house, completely naked. Tiffany hadn't expected that and was caught off guard. Ben's big dick dangled and bounced against his upper thigh, making soft, slapping sounds as he walked. Tiffany's eyes locked on the extended b**st immediately and she felt her heart race. She was reminded that she enjoyed looking at her son's immense penis. Her pussy grew wet as she watched it swaying right in front of her.

"Ben, do you have to be..." Ben cut her off, unaware that she was about to say something.

"Okay, Mom, here's the plot. I'm going to receive a massage from you so we can showcase your body for the next video."

Relieved, this was the opposite of what Tiffany had expected. Then it occurred to her, "How is that even going to work as a video?" She crossed her arms, puzzled.

Ben was flustered. "I'm sorry, I'm out of ideas, Mom. I can't do another masturbation video. I will lose what followers I have. I just finished reading the comments from my last two videos, and they are all expecting an evolution or an escalation of graphic content. They want more. At least they will see your hot body. So there isn't an ejaculation scene? They will love looking at you in that suit."

Ben was trying to get his mom to suggest something more sexual, so he wouldn't have to. He wasn't exactly being honest with his mom. He had plenty of ideas for videos with her, but due to their sexual nature, he didn't dare share them. She would have to make the suggestions for new video ideas, or they would have to keep doing what they were doing.

"And again, thank you so much for your help, Mom. I really mean it," he smiled at her. "But we either have to grow as a team, you and I, or I need to find someone else who can make videos with me." Ben was delivering an ultimatum, but his mom didn't seem to catch on.

"Oh, Ben. We can still do the same kind of videos. It doesn't really matter if it takes longer to make the money. I'm okay with that. I do think that we should-"

"Do what?" he cut her off. "Mom, I can't sell a few videos here and there and make any money." Ben said definitively. He was hoping to lead his mom into a situation where she would suggest a blow job, or something other than having him jack off on her.

"I guess I do see your point. I wasn't sure where you were going with this anyway. I mean, who buys videos of a guy masturbating all the time?"

"Thanks for seeing my point. At least I got my money back for the camera and a little to spare."

Tiffany tried to cheer her son up. "Ben, I liked what you said about 'growing as a team'. We are a team, and making the videos that we made, even the ones I didn't agree to, wasn't all that bad." Tiffany was understating how much she had been enjoying making videos with Ben.

"That's great to know, Mom." Ben said, downtrodden.

He wasn't sure what to do. He would experience diminishing returns if he kept making jerk-off videos. On the other hand, he could try the escorts, but he knew they would be less than ideal. Even if he found a good one, he was going to lose money every time he had to pay someone to act with him, but it didn't look like his mom was going to go to the next level.

Tiffany sensed her son's concern.

"Listen to what I'm saying, Ben. Let's try to look at this professionally. You're my son, and I care deeply for you, but I can approach this like a professional. I can work with you like a business partner. We can work on routines, new scenes, new outfits, there's all kinds of work we could do."

Tiffany felt alive and sexy these past few days and it was because she and her son were slowly bonding. As crazy as the thought seemed to her, she didn't want Ben to give up.

"Are you serious? You think we should keep our project going? Keep making videos?"

"Yes, I do! Can you imagine how much we could make if we planned this out and released one really good video every two or three days? You could make a lot of money and you could invest that money to build a future for yourself."

Tiffany was getting to the point of no return in their relationship and her boundaries had eroded to the point where, admit it or not, she was hot for her son nearly all the time. She was willing to advance the content of the videos to gradually include touching, but this was more of a feeling, not something she could give words to.

Ben thought about what his mom was suggesting. He was sure she didn't know what she was saying, or at least hadn't thought it through. Working together like "business partners," at least in Ben's eyes, meant she would be more helpful with his projects and that she would increase her sexual activity in the videos. He knew that her entire outlook about the videos was changing and her considering being sexual with him, if indeed that was she was doing, was an unbelievable turn of events.

Ben was willing to be patient, just to see how far his mom would go. One thing was certain, he didn't want her identity to be revealed to those who saw their videos, and for them to make more money meant more people watching their videos and more people who would see her face. She had to stay anonymous, which limited what they could do.

He thought he should give it a try and see if he couldn't continue without revealing his mom's identity. That would be paramount. His secondary goal became to continue getting his mom to be more sexual with him.

"Okay, Mom, let's give it a shot!"

"That's the spirit, Benny!"

They both laughed.

"Well, we already have our set ready for the first new video." Ben looked over at the towel and body oil.

"Yes, we do! How do you want to do this?" Tiffany was ready.

"Well, it's a massage video so I will be the client, and you will be the masseuse. When I lay down, you wait five seconds, then walk up to me from the patio door. Introduce yourself, and at that point, the shot will only catch your torso, legs, and feet. Make sure you keep your shoulders square to the camera and lean over me so the shot will consist mostly of your breasts. Use the oil and do a top-down approach on my body. Don't be afraid to use lots of oil, even spilling it on yourself. This won't be a masturbation video. I plan to list it in another category that emphasizes your breasts. You got it?"

Tiffany's eyes were on the heavy cock swaying between her son's legs. "I think so."

"This is mainly just to show off your body. I'm going to have a towel around my waist and we won't play mother and son in this one. Remember, you're the masseuse, and I'm the client."

"Okay, that sounds like a plan," Tiffany agreed as she went back into the house.

Ben hauled himself onto the table. He wasn't sure what to do. He really wanted to pressure his mom to be more sexual toward him, that was now his primary objective. He knew, however, that the most effective way to do this would be for her to move in that direction of her own accord. He wasn't sure how to embolden her to try.

His other objective was to create a lucrative video. Ideally, the scene would involve sex. Selfishly, he wanted to have an orgasm, but he considered placing more focus on his mom's hot body as an experiment. He was worried about how well a video without a cumshot would sell. He decided to just wing it this time.

He reclined on the table, letting his semi-flaccid cock flop over onto his stomach. Ben settled himself, propping up his head with a folded towel and as a final touch, he d****d one of the smaller towels over his thick member. He placed it so that it wouldn't take more than a stiff breeze to have the towel slide off. After seeing the way his mom eyed his large tool, he thought giving her an accidental peek, up close, might inspire the direction of the scene today.

He got into position and called over to her.

"Okay, Mom, you'll be facing the camera and rubbing oil into my arms, chest, and legs. The top of the frame is just above the camera, so don't get your face too close to the camera or it will be in the shot."

With that, he laid waiting.

Tiffany emerged from the patio door wearing her robe, barefooted.

She approached Ben slowly as he lay, careful to keep her face out of the frame.

"Hi. I'm Tiffany, your masseuse," she said, wincing as she realized she should have used a fake name. She hoped that maybe Ben could edit that out. She had no idea what she was doing. "Are you my three-o'clock?"

Ben cleared his throat, squinting at her. "Uh, yeah, that's me," he managed.

Tiffany padded around him to stand by the camera. Ben remained lying flat, but continued watching her. She casually untied her robe and let it slip from her shoulders.

Ben bit his lip and felt his cock surge against the rough cotton towel. Tiffany looked like a wet dream. She smiled at him as the robe fell away, revealing her far-too-skimpy bikini.

Her new white suit accentuated her oversized tits, which could not be restrained by the meager top. The triangles cupped the lower half of her breasts snuggly, but were so low-cut on her body that they just barely covered her nipples at the top of the material. Her dark, pink nipples were already protruding visibly under the thin, white fabric. Her huge boobs looked incredibly soft and inviting.

She left the robe on the stone floor and walked toward Ben, away from the camera.

"Just do your best to relax, Mr..." Tiffany looked around, trying to find something, anything, for inspiration for Ben's video pseudonym.

The first thing she saw was his cock sticking up under his towel.

"Mr. Johnson," she finished confidently.

With her back to the camera, she bent at the hips to retrieve one of the small towels from the basket. Ben couldn't wait to see the footage of her ass in that position when he reviewed the recording later.

Tiffany took one of the towels and sorted through the aromatherapy bottles, in no hurry whatsoever. She jiggled her butt a little, knowing she'd be giving the camera a good show. Finally, she selected the lavender bottle. She rose and sprayed three pumps onto the towel, then folded it and stepped toward Ben.

"Just relax, Mr. Johnson. You're in good hands." Tiffany smoothed Ben's hair away from his forehead and placed the folded, scented towel over his eyes.

'Woah, Mom's pretty good at this,' he thought as she masked him.

But a small part of him was frustrated that he wouldn't be able to watch her huge tits wobble as it was happening.

Being mindful to keep her face out of view, Tiffany bent again to retrieve the baby oil bottle from the basket. She circled Ben's prone body to where she was standing over his head. For effect, she lifted her top, hefting her heavy breasts with it, and adjusted the strings. There was no doubt that she was the focus of the scene. This thought made Tiffany's skin erupt in goosebumps and her pussy feel like it was on fire.

She leaned forward over her son and drizzled a measure of the oil over his chest, then turned the bottle at her open palm and filled that with oil too. Setting the bottle aside, she rubbed her hands together, making sure they were coated.

"Now, deep, relaxing breaths," she commanded in a sultry voice. Starting at Ben's shoulders, she began her massage.

Ben felt his pulse pounding in his temples as his mother's soft hands began working over his shoulders. He caught a heavy waft of her scent which caused him to conclude that her dangling breasts must be mere inches from his face. Beneath the towel at his waist, Ben's cock twitched powerfully.

He settled on following his masseuse's instructions and took a deep breath. His nostrils filled with a mixture of the scent of his mom's perfume and the lavender. The aroma of the fragrance on the towel over his eyes reminded him of how his mother's panty drawer smelled. He concluded that she must use a lavender sachet to scent her panties. He began to imagine the scent of her pussy when combined with such a heady aroma.

All these fantasy thoughts about his mom, especially the added sensory stimulation from the lavender, created a powerful pulse that surged through Ben's cock, lifting it fully off of his stomach. Somehow, the towel remained perched on top, but at this point, he was fully erect. The thick tube of his wide, fleshy shaft angled up, off of his body, still obscured from the camera.

Above him, Tiffany moved from her son's shoulders, to his chest. She noticed movement near his waist, drawing her eye instinctively. As she watched, Ben's erection lifted the towel from his torso and created a long, thick, low-lying tent.

'Wow!' She thought immediately, unable to hide her reaction as her eyes focused on her son's penis. Her hands paused only briefly, but she was unable to avoid breaking character in that moment. She had just made her son hard. This fact made her shudder, almost to the point of orgasm, right there, and she braced herself on her son's chest for a brief instant as the rush passed.

Ben's cock twitched and jumped under the towel. Even the camera couldn't miss the movement taking place at his groin. He felt a pause in the massage.

"Ma'am, could you rub a little harder," he said, somewhat annoyed at his mom's tortuously slow progress. Tiffany seemed inattentive and moved too inconsistently to keep him satisfied. He really needed this to be a good video, and knowing it was not going to culminate in an orgasm became unnerving.

"Ah... Of course," she said, obviously distracted.

Tiffany regained her composure, taking a deep breath, her eyes never leaving her view of Ben's cock.

She rubbed slow and deep and worked her way to his arms, spreading the oil around as she went. Her breasts hung down creating the shots that Ben had hoped for: huge, full, drooping tits threatening to tumble out of the small, white bikini top. They wobbled and bumped into each other as she worked on her son's arms and chest. After working over his entire upper body, she moved to his side, re-oiled her hands, and began massaging his feet.

Ben's penis was so hard it felt as though it was going to burst out of his skin.

'I need to get her to touch me,' he thought.

Tiffany made her way up his legs, starting with his calf, but she still found it impossible to keep her eyes off of the enormous penis lifting the towel.

She wanted to whisk the towel off his lean body and touch his penis so badly that she was fantasizing about doing it while she continued rubbing his legs. In her state of distraction, she failed to notice her breasts were undulating steadily as she worked. The inside cup of her top shifted and suddenly, one of her nipples popped out, almost completely exposed. This was obvious to the camera, as she was facing it directly.

Tiffany didn't notice the recent development since her nipples were so hard that she couldn't tell the difference between them dragging against the fabric or against the seam. But she continued working, trying to keep her focus.

Ben wanted to stroke his cock badly. He noticed his mother had gone quiet, figuring she was concentrating on the massage. He wondered what would happen if he pushed the envelope a bit.

"Ma'am, could you please massage my inner thigh more, my muscles are particularly tight there."

Tiffany was taken aback by this request. She hesitated a moment, then realized an answer would be appropriate.

"Yes, sir," was all she could say. Part of her felt that there was nothing she could do about the request since the camera was recording.

Tiffany doubled her efforts, moving up his thigh and massaging the inner part firmly. She was running out of room to work as her hands approached his crotch. She felt her pussy throb and knew her own inner thighs were coated with her arousal.

Ben felt her comply and it clicked with him; despite her being strict with him from time to time, his mom had a submissive nature.

Tiffany kneaded Ben's right thigh, closest to her, then moved to his far one, her eyes never leaving the towel tented up from his waist. Her movement caused the towel to start to slowly shift. It slid a few inches down, then stopped. She cautiously eased the pressure of her massage.

"Harder." Ben said flatly.

She hesitated, then obeyed, moving further up his thigh. Her knuckles brushed something between his legs. It was warm. She realized she'd made contact with his scrotum.

Feeling his mom gently brush against his aching balls, Ben's cock pulsed powerfully. The small towel finally slid away, falling off the side of the table completely.

Tiffany froze, staring at Ben's leaping, throbbing, enormous cock. It was now completely exposed to her. She felt nervous, which turned to anxiety, then excitement, all in the course of a few seconds. It was long and thick; it looked like a big, sexy piece of meat. It had perfect, smooth skin and a couple of blue-tinted veins that ran up and around the center. There was a string of clear precum falling upside-down from the tip, dangling down onto his stomach. His penis was moving completely of its own accord.

To her, it looked like the most inviting thing in the world. It was magnificent. She examined his stiff cock and his large balls while her hands massaged his thighs. Her eyes locked onto her son's prodigious testicles. She wanted to touch them. She recalled being struck by how big they were when she was watching the video of him masturbating. Her fantasies and recent preoccupation with her son's penis were getting to her. She began thinking of the consequences of touching it.

"Higher, ma'am," Ben instructed, sounding impatient.

"Um," Tiffany stammered, then cleared her throat.

She moved her massaging hands slightly higher. Again, her knuckles brushed his scrotum and caused his balls to twitch. She rubbed higher on his legs and repeated the same movement. She silently gasped.

"Higher." he commanded coolly.

'If I touch Ben's penis, would that be i****t? Does it even matter at this point? It will really help sales if we had a video of me touching his penis. We could put that part of the video in the trailer and it would help his sales.' Tiffany began to rationalize her want to feel her son's cock and balls.

Tiffany decided it was something she could no longer think clearly about. She had to touch it. Regardless of video sales, or any other reason. It was time she touched her son's cock.

"I need more oil, sir," she replied.

Tiffany took a moment to apply extra oil to her hands. She rubbed them, eyeing her son's swollen phallus.

'Oh, man, here I go!' Her heart raced and her pussy became soaking wet thinking about what she was about to do.

She rubbed her palms together, then, taking a deep breath, applied them both to his shaft, taking hold of it like a pole. Her fingers didn't touch as she gripped his fully erect penis.

Ben swallowed hard, feeling his mom take hold of his huge cock. 'Finally! Jesus, that feels good.' He was so excited he wanted to grab her tits and go crazy on her.

Prior to this past week, he had never had to exercise so much restraint, endure so much teasing, and delay gratification the way he now did. Normally, if a girl he was dating wanted to have sex, they would just have sex. What he was doing with his mom was not anything he was used to and it was driving him crazy.

"Right there, Mom-" Ben's voice cracked. "-Er, ma'am. That's perfect," Ben managed, adding, "it's very sore there."

'Oh goodness!' Tiffany thought as she felt a very strong electric-like shock flow through her body. She'd finally grabbed it. She simply held him at first without repeatedly squeezing or stroking it, relishing the feel of the powerful tool. She found herself strangely and unexpectedly turned on by the taboo aspect of the act.

It wasn't just a big dick, it was her son's big dick and she was grabbing it tightly with both of her hands. She didn't want to let it go, even for a second.

Ben sighed, his eyes obscured under the towel, he squirmed his legs slightly, wanting to move his cock into his mom's hands. He wanted badly to wrench the towel away from his eyes and watch his mom grab his dick for the first time, but he knew it would ruin the shot. He did his best to be still.

Tiffany held his cock with both hands, gripping it like a baseball bat. She gave it a tentative squeeze and it throbbed in response. She squeezed again and the entire length sticking out from her hands darkened in color. As more blood rushed through the shaft, she watched the glans at the top turn a reddish purple. Tiffany closed her eyes and felt as though she were satisfying some sort of deep need. She couldn't recall being as enthralled by Larry's penis. There was something about Ben's that made it extra special.

In her grip, his thick pipe felt slippery and hot. Tiffany blinked her eyes open again. She had jacked her husband off a few times over the course of their twenty years together, so she knew the basic idea. The big difference here was the fact that this was her son's dick she was holding, and it was larger and more perfect in its shape than his father's.

The camera was perfectly centered on the big penis and caught every movement Tiffany made. At times her chin came into view, but for the most part the scene was just huge tits, a big cock, and willing hands.

Tiffany could feel every pulse of Ben's heartbeat through the base of his cock. She tightened her grip and watched as the familiar, clear fluid trickled out. She looked down at Ben's balls and was surprised how loose they were within his scrotum, and how little hair he had between his legs.

Since this was supposed to be a massage video, she figured she'd rub his balls too. She released one hand from his shaft and took a moment to play with his large balls with her oily, right hand. She gave each testicle even attention, then played with both of them together, always keeping one hand on his shaft.

There was the constant feeling of having butterflies in her stomach and it wasn't going away. What she was doing, handling her nineteen-year-old son's cock with her hands, had a thrilling and illicit feel to it. She was totally consumed with the experience and wanted to do more than just handle him. Her thoughts and feelings were irrational, she was not used to thinking of Ben in this sexual way, at least not until this past week, and now that she was touching him, she realized that she had crossed the line.

'He is magnificent! This is so exciting!' She decided she loved giving her son a hand job. His penis was larger than any she had ever had in her hands, so it was fun to feel.

Tiffany released her son's balls and returned to her two-handed grip on his shaft, near the base. His jutting cock strained into a slightly more pronounced curve and his head appeared to swell. She wondered if the rigid flesh in her hands could grow any stiffer.

She leaned forward, bringing her bulging mounds closer to her hands. She held her breasts just over her wrists and began moving her torso up and down slightly. This effectively caused her soft, luscious tits to stroke Ben's cock as it towered out from his torso. Ben felt her warm, smooth breast flesh brush against his straining shaft and the ridge behind his head.

He squirmed his hips in reaction to the pleasurable torture he was forced to endure.

Tiffany used his oily cock, and leaking precum, to spread a slick sheen over her tits, essentially ignoring her skimpy bikini top. Ben did his best to stay still, but he knew he'd be cumming soon, just from her erotic manipulation and the feeling of his straining dick dragging over her smooth, soft, warm, glorious breasts.

Tiffany bounced her torso in a shallow stroke as Ben's cock surged, drooling more precum into her cleavage. She looked down and noticed that both nipples were exposed. She smeared his cock head over each of them as he continued to issue his slippery, natural lubricant. Her hands pumped the base of his cock while his head brushed across, then wedged between her broad tits.

"Oh, shit! Fuck! I'm coming!" Ben yelled loudly. His orgasm began so powerfully that he completely broke character, lost in the moment. His entire body began to spasm. His head swam with the intense pleasure of his mother's touch. The i****tuous scene seemed to open a new, sensual experience to him that heightened the intensity of his orgasm. It was easily the best orgasm of his life.

Ben lifted his butt off the table and met her downward stroking hands and smooth cleavage with his upward thrusting hips. His initial burst of cum fired out powerfully, missing them both completely and splattering over to the side on the patio behind them.

"Mmm...Mmm-Hmm." Tiffany made sexy sounds while she watched the cum shoot from Ben's loins.

She tightened her grip and Ben continued to pump his hips. His next blast fired as she smeared his head over her nipples. It shot up against her chin and landed in a mess on her neck and at the top of her breasts.

She felt the warm coating over her chest. "Yes, that's it. Shoot it out." Tiffany cooed in shock of the powerful shots exploding from her son's cock.

Ben continued to erupt in his most effusive orgasm yet. His cock spat thick wads of cum onto Tiffany's neck, chest, shoulders, arms, and all over her pendulous tits, smearing into the fabric of her white bikini. She arched her back to provide a broader target. At this point, she let his bare cock push the rest of her bikini top right out of the way and drag across her exposed nipples and breasts.

She loved feeling his hot, slick, semen against her tingly skin.

As Ben began to relax, Tiffany eased her grip. She looked toward his eyes, still covered by the towel, his mouth gaped open in pleasure. She drew the remaining semen from his shaft softly and felt the strength drain out of him. She slowed to a stop, looking down at her hands and chest.

Semen coated part of her hands, neck, and chest. Some even smeared onto Ben's thighs. Cum had splattered over parts of the towel and up Tiffany's forearms and biceps. The front of her bikini was smeared with cum and oil, probably permanently stained.

At that point, both mother and son were hit by the stark realization that they had entirely forgotten about the camera.

Ben was too drained to move. Tiffany slowly peeled her sticky hands from his hot shaft, letting it fall heavily against his stomach with a thud.

"Oh, my..." she said, her face became flush as she broke contact with the penis she'd been thinking of entirely too much.

"I-" she fought the urge to look at the camera, remembering the scene. "I spilled lotion everywhere. Here, let me clean it up."

She completely fell out of character, but it didn't matter. It would be imperceptible to the camera. She grabbed a towel and, reverting to complete mom mode, cleaned all of the cum from her son. She wiped enough of his spunk from her hands to clean him thoroughly, but didn't bother to try to clean her chest, arms, or neck.

Ben was in a catatonic state. He felt his mother's hands gently handle him and clean him up, but he could barely move and was resigned to an occasional twitch or moan as she worked.

She discarded the towel and placed a fresh one over his spent cock as it stretched over his belly. She noticed the towel was too small to cover the length of his extended penis and his balls, so she reached down and scooped his balls together, then tucked them under the towel neatly.

"You're all set there, Mr. Johnson," Tiffany said cheerfully, patting Ben's balls. She retrieved her robe and exited the scene.

For an extended moment, Ben didn't move a muscle. His whole body was relaxed, especially his spent cock and his recently-evacuated testicles. He felt something jiggle his thigh and he finally began to stir, sitting up and letting the towel fall from his eyes.

He was greeted with the sight of his smiling mother, standing over him and squeezing his thigh gently.

"Wow." Was all he could muster, looking up at her.

"Were you okay with the scene? I mean, did you like it?" Tiffany asked hopefully. She hadn't performed a hand-job in quite a while and needed reassurance that her performance was up to par.

She still had his huge, messy load all over her chest. Ben couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"Did I like it?" Ben repeated her question. "Mom, just look down. You are wearing proof that I enjoyed the scene." He joked, pointing at the mess of semen on her breasts. "Thoroughly," he added, dramatically.

"Ben! Stop being so crude!" Tiffany gave her son a loving slap on the shoulder.

He got up and checked the camera. Tiffany watched her naked son and his drooping monster. Ben noticed she was watching and picked up the camera to shoot one last shot for the scene. He focused the camera on his mom's enormous breasts as she stood where she was when jacking him off. He wanted some footage of the cum that was dripping down her breast and her stained, white bikini top.

"Okay, got it. Let me go edit this and see what we have. Since I was facing the other way, I'm not sure what the video will look like. No matter what, it will be a big improvement over yet another video where I masturbated myself."

Tiffany went inside to clean off and decided to take a shower while Ben edited the work. She let the hot water relax her as she replayed the entire, sexy scene in her mind.

Under the warm water she began touching herself, remembering how it felt to shed the robe and be the focus of the video. She kneaded her fleshy, soft breasts and pinched her own nipples as they grew harder. She remembered the feeling of the oil on her son's skin. One hand lingered on her nipple as the other slipped between her legs. She recalled the image of Ben's penis leaping to full hardness, lifting the towel. She remembered how thrilling it was that she had inspired that reaction.

Suddenly, she was cumming in the shower. Tiffany moaned loudly and had to brace herself against the wall as she shook through her orgasm. The image of Ben's thick erection, surging to full hardness, and pulsing in her hands was burned into her mind. She had to finally admit to herself that she loved thinking about her son's cock.

Tiffany absently rubbed her pussy as she recovered. Her skin felt tingly as she began to recall grabbing her son's exposed penis. The memory was so powerful it gave her the chills. That feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her fingers slipped inside her pussy again as her thumb stroked against her clit.

Before she knew it, Tiffany was climaxing again, now with her back against the wall. She slid down the tiles in the shower, spreading her legs in the hot spray and letting her knees buckle in pleasure.

Tiffany had made it through her first sexual contact with her son and didn't feel any overwhelming conscientious objection. Actually, the opposite was true. She was growing used to seeing his penis and speaking sexually with him and she now realized that she liked it.

After two powerful orgasms, she finished her shower. Feeling sexually alive again, and with a renewed energy, she went through her beauty routine. The whole time, she thought about her son and the evolving sexual relationship they were experiencing together. Though she'd been "out of the game" for quite a while now, she'd not only been the motivation of several carnal releases from her son, she had actually made him climax on her very first try that afternoon. She felt a distinct sense of pride and accomplishment as she applied various lotions to her body and got dressed.

After about an hour, Ben hollered out to his mom, "Mom, check this out!"

Ben called for his mom to come join him in the living room, where he'd queued up his first edit of the video they had just recorded. He had the camera connected to the big screen and toyed with it as he waited.

"So, how did it turn out?" she asked upon entering the room.

Ben looked up from the camera to see his mom looking fresh and amazingly hot. Her soft red hair was down in beautiful waves hanging on her shoulders and down her back. She was smiling with an ease he hadn't seen from her in years. Her ivory nape was visible in the parted robe, as was her deep, obviously braless, cleavage. The robe was cinched just below where her breasts separated naturally, giving him a nice view of the lower curve of each hanging E-cup breast. The robe extended down only a few inches below her butt, displaying the soft skin of her thighs invitingly. Her legs were bare, save for some fluffy, comfy socks that covered her feet and some of her calves.

Ben stared in awe.

"Should I pop some popcorn?" Tiffany joked, laughing amiably at herself.

"Um, great, mom. It turned out great. Is that a new robe?"

"It's a kimono. Your father got it for me when he went to Tokyo. I'd forgotten I had it."

Ben was staring at her body shamelessly. "You look really sexy mom."

He used to describe her outfits in innocent terms, saying she looked good, pretty, or nice. Lately, he's been referring to her as hot or sexy. She passed him, smiling, ruffling his hair before sitting on the couch.

Ben started the video, then relaxed on the couch, sitting to his mom's left.

The video began with Ben looking very relaxed on the table, naked. Tiffany entered the scene. The camera angle was perfect, showing her body, but not her face. As Tiffany watched herself, from her place on the couch, she grew nervous, remembering how she had accidentally introduced herself by her real name.

On screen, she turned toward Ben, away from the camera, and said, "Hi, I'm-" then the soundtrack paused for a moment in a noticeable, but fairly seamless edit, then continuing, "-your masseuse."

Tiffany turned to her son on the couch. "Nice job, Mr. Editor," she joked, squeezing his thigh. Ben smiled back.

They looked on as the scene continued. The on-screen Tiffany disrobes, facing the camera, with her body in the forefront, providing a nice shot of her tits in the bikini. Ben fidgeted anxiously beside his mom on the couch. He really wanted to masturbate; and why shouldn't he? He'd done it around his mom before, normally in the context of the video. He stole a quick glance at her. From his angle to her side, he could see even more of her breast through her parted robe. His cock lurched under his loose shorts. He looked back at the screen, feeling suddenly brave.

On screen, Tiffany was bent over, rifling through the basket. Her long legs were bare, extending up to her plump, round ass in the small bikini bottoms. Just below her supple ass cheeks, Tiffany's puffy camel toe bulged noticeably between her thighs.

"My goodness, you can see my-" Tiffany paused, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "-Um, you can really see my body in that bikini, huh?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, mom, you look stunning. I think I like the white one the best," he said beaming. He loved how obvious her pussy's shape was. He yearned to see it in its fully glory, uncovered. He rubbed his cock over his shorts.

There was a brief silence with the two of them watching the scene intently. Tiffany began her massage in earnest, managing to keep her face off camera. On the couch, she shifted in her seat as she watched her on-screen self work her son's shoulders and chest.

She cleared her throat restlessly.

The scene focused on Tiffany's undulating breasts on screen. Ben saw his mom fidgeting on the couch and knew she was growing more excited.

He casually extracted his long, rigid dick from one of the baggy leg holes of his shorts.

"Mom, your tits look fantastic in this shot. You don't mind if I, you know," he implied her consent as he began stroking himself.

Tiffany looked over at her son as he pulled out his enormous erection. He began stroking it boldly. She stared at it, thick and veiny in his grip.

'He needs to jerk off again?!' She was a little surprised, considering he had just ejaculated only a few hours ago.

They made eye contact and Tiffany responded, "Um, no, I suppose that would be fine, Benny."

He looked at her and smiled, then turned back to the TV, masturbating eagerly. Tiffany knew she should break her gaze from his crotch, and stop him from masturbating, but she found it difficult to do so. His huge cock drew her attention like a magnet. She badly wanted to replace his hands with hers, remembering the electricity she'd felt touching him earlier. She wanted to grab it and jerk him up and down as hard as she could, but she knew that would be crossing another line. Their recording project was a professional arrangement. Touching Ben off-camera would be unprofessional. Regardless of what professional boundaries she had established, she felt her pussy throb and realized that she'd completely saturated her panties.

Ben watched the screen, happy to be openly masturbating in front of his mom, completely out of context of their videos. On the TV, Tiffany was massaging her son's legs and they came to the part where the towel fell off, exposing Ben's large, hard erection to his mother on-screen. The look on his mom's face as she sat next to him in the living room made his balls move; he wanted to cum already. He had to stop jerking himself to hold off, instead squeezing his shaft just under his head.

Tiffany had her eyes glued to her son on the couch and saw him pause, then leak from the tip.

"Are you going to have an orgasm, Ben?" she asked frankly, still enthralled by the graphic, live scene playing out right next to her.

"Not yet, Mom. I want to wait for the part where you make me cum on your tits."

His scheme was working. She was focusing all her attention on his cock.

Ben was overwhelmed with sexual stimulation. Watching the massage video play in high definition on the large, flat-screen TV in front of him, while jacking off right in front of his sparsely clothed mother, was causing him to cum after only a few minutes of jacking off.

"I see," Tiffany bustled. She wanted to touch herself, too. She thought fast.

"Well, I don't want you to make a mess. Let me fetch you a towel," she said, hurrying off to the kitchen.

She passed through the threshold of the living room and leaned back against the wall, out of sight. On screen, she heard her son say, "Right there, ma'am, that's perfect...it's very sore there." She knew that she was holding his cock at that point. Tiffany threw her robe open in a fit of sexual impatience and immediately began grabbing her tits with one hand and tweaking her clit under her panties with the other.

"Mmm. Ooooh" she sighed quietly, leaning back against the wall to the living room behind her as she whimpered through her secret orgasm.

"Mom! Hurry up. I'm about to cum everywhere!" Ben said in a whiny voice, bringing Tiffany out of her sexual rapture.

When she came back into the living room, Ben had paused the movie, looking annoyed. His throbbing dick was still protruding from his grip, his head was shiny.

"I had to pause it. You took forever!"

"Oh, there were no clean ones in the kitchen. I had to go all the way to the laundry room. I'm sorry, but let's watch the finale together," Tiffany said excitedly. Now that she had cum herself, she was in a much better state to watch the proceedings sitting next to her masturbating son.

The screen was frozen on a shot where Tiffany was standing next to her son, gripping the base of his dick with both hands, and holding it against her bulging cleavage. Her nipple had already popped out. Her hair hung down, soft and red, but her face was not visible.

Ben hit play.

Tiffany watched herself slowly stroke her son, using her entire upper torso. At this point, she was swiping his cock head over her tits and arching her back. His dick was carelessly pushing the bikini top off of her breasts and dragging across her nipples. She grew nervous when her chin popped into the frame, but then slipped off screen just as quickly.

"Can I have that towel?" Ben asked.

"Here, I'll hold it, you just aim," Tiffany said, sinking to kneel in front of her seated son.

Tiffany knelt and held the towel out with both hands, she d****d the excess back across her forearms to give Ben a large target. She'd seen the size of his ejaculations and wanted to be sure to catch it all.

Ben stood, his head buzzing with his approaching climax, watching on-screen as he thrust his hips up toward his mom and began launching cum everywhere.

He looked down. Below him, Tiffany was kneeling, smiling slightly and offering him the surface of the towel, flat and wide in her hands. Her robe was now open and her hanging tits were visible in the gap. Even more, he could see both areolas and even the fat nipple of her right breast hanging out.

Ben smiled and began stroking his cock violently. He sighed.

"SPLAT!" His cock spit a thick white burst into the towel with a dull, wet sound.

"Oh, yes, Ben!" Tiffany said looking on, forgetting her professional boundary as she cheered.

Ben took a shaky breath and continued pumping rapidly. Cum fired out in quick successive jets.

"Shoot it all, right in the towel, Benny!" she encouraged.

He lined several strands onto the towel stretched over her forearms.

"Fuck!" he said finally, his hand slowing.

Tiffany watched his cum spread over the towel, smiling with her eyes glued to his spitting cock. She loved seeing him unload from this angle, where she could see everything up close.

She looked up at him as he finished. "Mmmm, I bet that feels better!"

Ben breathed a gratified sigh above her. "Oh man, I needed that!" He wiped his cock on a clean spot on the towel, feeling his mom's hands below. She closed one over his dick head through the towel, then released.

Tiffany neatly folded the soiled towel and they both took their seats on the couch. On screen, Tiffany was cleaning the cum from her son's legs and stomach. Seated on the couch, she could feel his warm load in the towel on her lap.

"Wow. The clip looks great, Ben," she said, genuinely impressed by their production.

"I think so too, Mom. You're a star! I'm so happy you're helping me."

"I really like how we both participated. It wasn't just you jacking off," Tiffany smiled.

They agreed it was their best video yet. Tiffany really liked the way the two of them looked, although she was relieved that the video did not show her face. After turning the TV off, and disconnecting the camera, they had a quick dinner and parted ways for the night.

In his room, Ben set the video to upload, and titled it, "The Massage." He entered it under the Big Tits category. He was very interested to see the difference in downloads in this new category versus i****t Role Play.

The next morning, Ben came downstairs in his usual shorts and T-shirt.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Ben!" His mom greeted him cheerfully.

She was strutting around the kitchen in a white, stretchy tube-top that strained to cover about half of her breasts, leaving the other halves bulging out of the top. Her nipples created obvious bumps just below the seam of the neckline. She also wore boy-shorts that were meant to be underwear, but she wore them as a bottom. Her mid-riff was completely bare.

His mom had been dressing as if there was going to be a scene every morning. Ben loved looking at her in what he thought of as her "slut clothes," and loved that she assumed they would be shooting every day.

"Love the outfit, Mom," Ben said, holding his cock over his shorts.

Tiffany paused to smile in response, then went about her business.

After breakfast, Ben wanted to have his first "business meeting" with his mom. He beckoned her to join him as he sat on the couch in the living room. Tiffany sauntered into the room and Ben regarded her in the slutty outfit. He never questioned her about her clothes when she dressed sexy. He only complimented her in an effort to encourage her to keep wearing the same sort of clothes. The effect it had on him was to keep him perpetually semi-erect. He adjusted himself openly as she took a seat next to him.

"You look great today, Mom, and you looked amazing in the video yesterday."

"Thank you, Ben! I like wearing clothes like these, they make me feel...freer somehow." Tiffany looked down at her revealing top, and then back up at Ben who had a wide smile on his face.

"Mom, we need to brainstorm ideas about future scenes. I'm not comfortable making it up as we go along."

Ben wasn't being entirely honest, but there was a purpose in his deception. Yesterday, his plan was to make an R-rated scene highlighting his mom's tits. She'd upped the ante, going with the flow as the action turned X-rated. She apparently felt the need to do more when the camera was recording. He was hoping that if he set the scene and the mood, that she would do the same thing again, only next time she might take the action to another level.

Tiffany nodded, encouraged. "That's a great idea, Ben. I have a few ideas."

Ben had out a spiral notebook and a pen.

"Yesterday we had a massage with a happy-ending video, and that's great, but what other action are we planning for future videos?"

There it was, he was finally able to, at least in a general way, open the conversation up for future opportunities for he and his mom's sexual activity. The downside of this would be that she would be given the chance to clearly articulate what she was unwilling to do; however, Ben kept in mind that if she was put on the spot, she might do more than what they had planned.

"I don't know, what do you think?" Tiffany was having a hard time being open-minded about this. She was hot for Ben, but still conflicted when it came down to talking about the content of their videos.

"I like what you said about how we should treat this like a professional partnership. If that is what we truly are, then we need to be competitive. We should be out-doing the other videos that are out there."

"I agree, in theory, Ben, but we aren't a married couple, or boyfriend and girlfriend. We are a mother and son, so we have more boundaries, more restrictions; we have limitations." What she said was true. They were talking about making actual i****t videos, not i****t role-play videos. Ben needed to think about this.

None of this changed the fact that he could still become increasingly sexual with his mom under the guise of recording for financial gain.

"Okay, I understand that, so what do you think we should do?"

"We discuss the scene and we play our professional roles. We are acting on video so we can make money to be used to invest and grow your future...and pay back your dad."

Ben again adjusted his cock in his shorts. He was hard, and turned-on, and insanely attracted to his mom, especially at that moment.

She continued, "What happens while we are filming is for professional purposes only and does not carry over to our family lives. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Ben chimed, enthusiastically.

Ben's mind was scheming. Her new attitude changed everything.


(Continued in "Mom's Home Movies Chapter 3" - if you can handle it...)