Haziran 16, 2020

My Mum? A porn model..??

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My Mum? A porn model..??Before you start reading… This is NOT an original story written by me. Another xhamster user posted this a few years ago, but for reasons I won’t bore you with, they have restricted the access to this piece of prose and so the audience for it is much smaller than it once was.In my opinion, it’s one of the best and most well-written stories I’ve ever read on xham, and for that reason I have decided to repost it in my stories for others to read.It’s a bit long (it was originally in 4 or 5 parts) and I have also found out that the original poster on xham did NOT write it, so it must be the work of someone not on xham at all. Who that contributor is….. who knows…?? So this is a bit of a tribute (not that kind of tribute you pervy lot!) to their writing talents, from one writer of erotic porn to another…. Hope you all like it…..Roger, The Phoenixman ;-)The camera clicked, lights flashed. “Mark, can you just adjust the silk, it’s slipped.”I walked across the studio, and pulled the flimsy material back into place, so it covered the models tits. Covered but not hidden. Her red erect nipples were still visible through the see through material. I moved back out of view of the camera, as Gerry continued photographing the girl. I had been working for Gerry for six months. Six fantastic months. Photographic assistant. Three days a week, three poorly paid days per week. Still, it was the experience I needed, that and the foot into a very competitive industry. Two days a week I was at college, doing an arts and media course. But I was learning more from Gerry than I ever learned at college. The girl was now leaning back, on her elbows, her legs spread, labia parted. My throat was dry, she was gorgeous. “Mark, can you give me a meter reading,” Gerry called. I did as he asked, hoping she wouldn’t notice that my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Ever.I called out the reading.“Thanks Mark. Relax a minute, will you, just want to try something.”Gerry disappeared into his office. I smiled at the girl. I heard the security door phone sound, and Gerry answer it, a moment later a buzz and click, indicated he had released the lock. “Couldn’t get me my bottle of water could you Mark,” the girl asked. I got her water, and gave it to her, so I was standing over the naked girl when Gerry returned. He wasn’t alone. With him was my Mother.“Thanks Mark. Your Mum needs a quick word.”“What are you doing here?” I demanded.“Well now at least I know why you are always so keen to get to work darling,” she said.“Its not always like this,” I told her.“No I’m sure its not, darling. Look I won’t be back until seven tonight, will you still be here?”“Yes, yes. You could have rang me, you know I do have a mobile Mum,” I told her.“You do, don’t you, and here it is, it was by the fridge,” she said handing it to me. I sat with Gerry in front of his computer, editing the photos he had taken that afternoon. Some were deleted, some cropped. Slowly he whittled the photos down to a hundred. These he would send to one of his contacts. A contact who would buy them. We sat chatting, discussing the following days work. In the morning a couple were coming in to discuss the photos for their forthcoming wedding. The afternoon was a lingerie shoot for a website. “Look Mark, I know you’re not due in tomorrow, but could you come in for the afternoon shoot?” Gerry asked.I thought about it for a couple of seconds, “yeah, sure.”We were interrupted by his mobile. “Hello Vicky, how are………” His voice trailed off as he listened.“Fuck, fuck. That’s all we fucking need. Fucking Vicky, has fucking come on a week early. Fuck. Now we need a replacement model.”“What about the girl from this afternoon?” I offered lamely.“Don’t be a fucking twat, we need some one with some class, not some little slut.”I was rescued by the door, I ran down to open the door. It was my Mum.“Sorry I’m late.”“Late? I checked my watch, it was just after eight. “Hadn’t noticed, come up, shouldn’t be long.”As we walked into the studio, Gerry was on the computer, going through his lists of models. Then he reached for his phone.“Kris, hi, its Gerry. Any chance you can do a shoot for me tomorrow afternoon, pays well,” he said. He listened briefly, before saying, “shame, look I’ll have something for you soon, bye.”He turned, “ Mark we have a real prob………..”“Me model, no I couldn’t Gerry, why would you even think I could?” Mum said.“You’d be perfect, Linda.” Gerry said continuing his charm offensive. I’d seen it before, as he talked a reluctant model out of her knickers. “Well if you think I could, I’d always secretly fancied being a model, but I’m not sure Mark would be…..well you know.” Mum said.“Linda, Mark is a professional, you saw him this afternoon, and you will be wearing a bit more than that model. No Mark will be detached and professional at all times, anyway, I’m sure he’s seen you in your underwear before.”I watched as Mum thought about the offer. She was tempted I knew, knew too that she had always wanted to be a model. The trouble was did I want my Mum to be a model?“Well Gerry you’re right of course, and he’s seen me topless on the beach on holiday, what do you think darling?”“If your asking me, your son, then I’d say go for it, why not. If you’re asking me Gerry’s assistant, then I’d say Linda, that you couldn’t be in better hands, Gerry is a great photographer, me, I’m his assistant and will help you during the shoot as much as I can. Does that answer your question Mum?”I heard Mark leave the house, as I hit the shower. I had a knot in my stomach. Nerves, but also an excitement. I had always wanted to model, and now I had my chance. Luckily I had, had my bikini line done only a couple of days ago, my legs too. I had an appointment at the hair dressers in an hour, so my hair would look good as well. This was, I knew a one off, so I intended to make the most of it, even if Mark was there, he was used to watching other women being photographed, I hoped he could really cope with seeing his mother in front of the camera. He had given me one piece of advice on our way home last night, and that was to ensure I didn’t turn up with underwear marks, so braless, and just loose panties I headed out.“Fucking hell Mark, I thought they were never going to fuck off. Now lets get ready for this afternoon. The stuff they want the model to wear is in the changing room, go and get it arranged so the model can change quickly, there’s some props, and notes as to what goes with what. Better find something less revealing for the first few shots though, don’t you?”“Of course Gerry, know what you mean, I’m still not sure how you talked her round.”Mark let me into the studio. It was just before two. I was now bitterly regretting my decision. “Come in Mum, I mean Linda. Let me show you to the changing room, can I get you anything, coffee, tea?” He asked.“I’d murder a vodka, but better not, no just some water darling.”I stood looking round the changing room, a make up mirror, and table, a chair. On one side a sofa, over which were lots of underwear, some hung from a hanger. Mark was soon back, with my water, a bottle. “Better get out of those clothe, did you bring a wrap? Did you bring two photo ID’s?” He asked.I handed them to him, and he disappeared. I stood for a moment, then undressed, as I reached for the wrap, he returned, and there was an awkward moment, before I slipped the wrap on.”Mum stood naked, she had the most amazing breasts, her nipples a dark red, with a large aureole. She had a fantastic figure, her 36D breasts, a slim waist, and thirty five inch hips. Her long legs were shapely. As she tied the wrap around herself, I couldn’t help but notice her waxed cunt, smooth, with a small strip of pubic hair just above her clit,, or where I knew her clit was. My throat was dry, my cock hard. My mother had given me a hard on. I led her out into the studio.“Linda, if you can just stand there, and hold both your id’s in front of you.” I told her.She did as I asked, and I clicked the camera, recording both her and the id’s for our records, I had already photocopied them, but we always took a photo with the model holding them.“Thanks Linda, can you go and do your makeup, remember do it heavy, we’ll be ready in about twenty minutes, if that’s ok?”I had just finished my makeup when Mark came to get me. He explained how the shoot would progress the night before, but went over it again.“Ok Linda, Gerry will video you in each of the outfits, then a few stills. The sound will be off, so you can ask anything you’re not sure about, and we’ll give you directions. I’ll come back each time and give you the next outfit to wear, and help you dress if you need it, and pack the outfits away as they’re worn. Now we’ve a lot to get through.”Mark handed me a black bra, and matching panties, silk, but not see through.“Wear your black stilettos‘, for now, I’ll do the buckles.”I did as he said, putting my feet into the shoes, while he knelt and buckled them. He left me to put the lingerie on.I watched as Linda walked into the studio, she looked as I knew she would. Fabulous. I knew she was thirty seven, she was toned, with an even light tan. Mark had told me she worked out twice a week, and swam after each session. It showed. I wished the younger girls that passed through my studio were half as fit. Her shoulder length blonde hair was freshly done, as were her nails. I zoomed in on her, and recorded her. She reached her marks, turned, a nervous smile on her red lips.“Ok Linda, remember to look right into the lens, yes that’s it, great. I took it slowly, the nerves faded. Next a few stills. Ok Linda, first one done, time to change again.”“That wasn’t so bad Mark, right what do I wear next?” I asked.“This set next,” he said handing me a black lacy pair of knickers, and bra. The knickers I saw were lace at the front, but transparent at the back, the cups of the bra lace, but my nipples would be visible through it. Had I done the right thing, prancing around like this in front of my son?“Do you need a hand Linda?” He asked.“Just unclip me, oh, and what shoes?” I asked.He undid my bra, as he said “keep those ones on. I’ll be outside.This time as she walked out I could see Mum had lost her nerves, and settled into becoming a model. Fuck she was hot, how had I never noticed before, maybe because now she was Linda, and I was looking at her in a different way. I watched as Gerry filmed her, then photographed her, soon it was time to change again. “Right Linda, this time the white heels, here let me.” I helped her change shoes. Handed her the next set. “Want me to undo you?”“Yes thanks.”I waited outside again. She walked out wearing a half bra, her nipples barely covered. The panties were tied on her hips. My cock throbbed at the sight of her, “fuck at this rate I’ll come in my pants,” I thought.It was time for the stills when Gerry called a stop.“Mark, can you tie those knickers a bit higher.”I moved in front of her, pulled both bows, in turn, retying them much higher on her hips. The material pulling up hard against her cunt, the slit obvious through the material.“Better, now pull the bra down a fraction, so her nipples poke over the top.”I did as he asked, noticing Mums nipples were like my cock. Hard.Gerry redid the video and the stills with the underwear adjusted.“Ok Linda, can you take the bra off, slowly, then d**** it over your left shoulder, and look over that shoulder staright at the camera.”She hesitated for a fraction of a second, but did as he asked.I unclipped my bra, let it drop, then did as Gerry asked. I had a knot in my stomach. Nerves, no. I was excited. My pussy was tingling. I hoped I didn’t wet my knickers, that would be so embarrassing as Mark would see. He’d know.We walked back to the changing room, I held the bra in my hand. I handed it to him when we got there. “What next?” I asked eagerly.Next was a sheer red top, red pvc shirt, red boots, and red fishnet stockings, hold-ups.“I’ll need a hand with these, or I’ll be all day,” I told him. “Sure you don’t mind honey?”“That’s my job Linda.”“I can’t undo these ties, would you?”He undid the knickers, I didn’t hold them, and they fell to the floor. I was naked, but for my heels. Naked in a small room with my son.I sat back, and rolled the stockings up my legs. “Knickers?” I asked.“No, just the skirt,” Mark replied. I wriggled into it, then pulled the tight sheer red top on, my nipples pushing against the thin material. The Mark knelt in front of me, lacing the boots. I knew if he cared to look he could see straight up the short skirt, at my waxed pussy. Waxed, wet pussy.I walked out into the by now familiar studio, this time Gerry had me lay on a sofa, filming me.“Let the skirt ride up a bit Linda, that’s it, good. Now let your legs relax, good, good.”I did as he wanted, not because he wanted it, but because I wanted to. I put a finger in my mouth, biting lightly, my other hand lifting the hem of the short skirt. I was rewarded by a “fucking great,” from Gerry.I zoomed in, as she let her legs fall apart. Not wide, no that would come later, but just enough for the camera to see her cunt, fuck her wet cunt. Her lips parted slightly, moist and inviting. I wanted to fuck her, later. I needed her to get into this. I could make a fortune from her, I just knew it. That she was doing this in front of Mark was amazing. This was going to be a great session, the next time would be even better, and I knew there would be a next time, but I needed to know how far she might go. Time for a test.“Can you just part you pussy Linda?”She did it without hesitation, recorded on video, and on a series of stills. My cock ached.“Great, and lets take the top off,” Gerry said. “Mark, take over the stills camera will you?”“Squeeze you tits Linda, between you arms, that’s it.”Her nipples were rock hard. “Can you pull the skirt up a little more, then open your legs.”She did as she was directed, Mark beside me was snapping away with the stills camera, taking pictures of his own mother, her wet cunt glistening. We took more, some on her knees, her shapely arse in the air.“Ok Linda, time for a change.”Mark followed me back to the changing room. What would I say to him. I’d gone much too far, I knew. But, and it was a big but, I loved it. “Mark,” I began.“Linda, its fine. You looked fabulous, your enjoying yourself. Remember this is my job. You’re the model, your Linda. I’m the assistant, that’s all. Here you’re the model, I’m at work.”“Quite a speech, are you sure?” I asked.“I’m sure, but how far you want this to go. You came to do a lingerie shoot, we’ve still got to do that, but we can push the boundaries, if you want to?” Mark said.“I’m not sure Mark.” I said truthfully.“Then lets carry on, if you don’t want to do something, just say. Lets push until you say stop.”“Ok, what’s next?”“Some boundary pushing. You want to do this, then lets do it Linda.”I was already naked, but for the stockings and boots. Mark unlaced them. Next was a pair of eight denier stockings and killer heels. I pulled the stocking up my legs.“Turn around,” Mark said. “Seams are not straight, here let me.”He pulled them down, then adjusted them, and pulled them back up. Them were high, almost to my crotch. As he did the second one the back of his hand brushed lightly against my pussy. I didn’t pull back, or say anything. Then the killer heels. I stood tall in them. I raised my arms, as he pulled the sheer dress over my head. It was embroidered all over with a floral design with a plunging neckline, the shoulder straps four thin straps. Mark looked at me, then reached up, and pulled the straps off my shoulders, he smoothed the dress down over my body, over my bum, around my breasts. He readjusted the stockings, his hand again brushing against my pussy. Then he licked the back of his hand. I shivered.Mum looked so hot in the see through dress as she walked her familiar route. I’d told Gerry that she was up for it. We would see.I had the camera, Gerry the video. We had done this routine before, pushing the models limits, seeing how far she would go, this time it was my Mum, but not like the mother I knew, this was Linda, and Linda was a model. What type of model remained to be seen.I framed her face in the view finder. She was gorgeous, her eyes dusky with the grey eye shadow. She thrust her tits out, clearly visible through the dress, as was her cunt. I zoomed in. More shots. Gerry’s eye didn’t leave his view finder. Now it was time, a bed was behind her. I passed her a black vibrator, with a gold tip.“Do what you want, push the boundaries, or not. Up to you Linda.”She looked surprised at first, then a wicked smile flickered across her face.“You want me to use this?” She said. “Your choice,” I told her, returning to my camera.I didn’t have to wait long. She ran her tongue along its length, then tossed it onto the bed. She lifted the hem of the dress, flashing her cunt, she turned, looked back over her shoulder, then cat like stretched onto the bed, her cunt visible between her legs, she turned, raised a leg, and ran her hand over her cunt. My camera set the studio lights off, freezing each moment. I spread my legs, parting my labia. I was wet, so wet. The vibrator was in my hand now. I knew I wouldn’t stop. I was doing what Mark had suggested, pushing the boundaries of what I had agreed to. I wanted to do this, I wanted to. I slipped a finger into myself, then two. I was soaking, they sank into my aching cunt. I looked at Marks camera, saw his face behind the camera. Lights flashed as he photographed me. To one side Gerry was filming me. I pulled the dress down, exposing my tits, nipples hard, I gave them a twik, and felt a little wave of pleasure in my stomach. The vibrator was in my hand, between my legs. I parted them wide, and slipped the tip into myself, then a little deeper, then deeper. I came straight away. I bit my bottom lip, but the groan escaped my lips, so they knew, knew I’d cum. My thumb searched for the switch, hoping the batteries were charged. I wasn’t disappointed, it buzzed into life. I was lost to the pleasure, coming again. I was enjoying myself, and then some. I was jolted by Mark, who called out “ now on your knees, bum to us Linda.”I did as he commanded, directed by my son, as I masturbated. I fucked myself with the vibrator, rapidly. I came again, my anus pulsating, I wondered what it looked like, I’d have to watch the film, see the photos, would they let me?“Now a finger in your bum Linda,” Mark said.I looked back at him, and shook my head. I didn’t do that.“Linda, push a finger into your arse,” he said forcefully. “Do it.”I did it. Slowly at first, until it was all the way in, it had been wet from my pussy, now I pulled it back a little, before pushing it back in. It didn’t feel so bad, in fact I quite liked it, as I became accustom to it. Then I came, like I’d never come before. And so noisily, I was almost screaming. I was screaming.“Ok Linda, that’s great, you can stop now,” Gerry said.As I walked back to the changing room, I turned, “what’s next Gerry?”“Cool down, then came and talk.” He replied.Mark followed me into the changing room. “Well Mark, did I push far enough?”“You were amazing Linda, fucking amazing.” I was still on a post come high. I pulled him close, and kissed him on the lips. I felt his cock through his trousers. He was hard, so hard, it surprised me, but then he was a man. “Did I turn you on Mark? Did Linda turn you on?”“Fuck yes,” he answered.I held the wet vibrator up to his mouth. “Taste?” I asked.He took the vibrator in his mouth, wet from his mothers cunt. Tasting me.“Want to taste me some more?”He nodded, and reach down, and pulled the dress over my head. My arse was pushed back against the dressing table, I spread my legs, and pushed his head down. Down between my legs. He was good, parting my labia with his tongue, then licking up to my clit. He was so good. I came again, and then again. The whole world must have heard.Mark drove us home. My legs were jelly. My cunt still dripping with my juices, nipples hard. I could smell my cum juices. His cock no longer hard. I could still taste him.“So what’s for dinner Mum?” He asked.That shook me. Suddenly I was Mum again. Not Linda, not the model. I was a grand richer. But Mum, Mum who had to decide what was for dinner.“Take away, I can’t cook tonight.”It was two days later, when Mark called up the stairs. “Mum, are you up there?”He walked through the open bedroom door, as I sat painting my nails, wearing just a silk dressing gown. I crossed my legs, and the silk fell away reveal my thigh.“Gerry rang. He wants to know if Linda wants to do some more modelling?”I said nothing for a few moments, but noticed that I was no longer Mum, but was again the model. Linda.“He wants to do some more? Wow, I thought it was a one off.”“You must be joking, you were fabulous.”“When does he want to see me?” I asked.“This afternoon.”“Hi Linda,” I said. “Thanks for coming in. Look I sent the stills and video we took of you to the website. They liked it, and want more. Do you fancy doing some more?”“Well yes, yes!” Linda said firmly.“Good, one of their executives is coming down. They want to see you in the flesh, and they want a few more sets.”I went with Mark into the changing room. My hands were shaking, not with nerves, but with excitement. “Mark, I don’t think I can do my makeup.”“I’ll do it for you Linda.” “You?”“Yes I did a stage makeup course as a module to my degree course, it was when my Mum was away for a few weeks.”He talked to me as if I wasn’t his Mum, and here I wasn’t. I was just another model called Linda, and he was the studio assistant, just doing a job. A job he obviously loved. “I thought the other night that you really needed false eyelashes, so lets start with those,” he said as he went to work. The results were amazing, red lips, grey eyes shadow, blended, and shaded beautifully, as was the blusher. A double application of mascara, and he was done.“Now stand up, and take your wrap off.”I did as he instructed, and stood naked in front of him. He handed me a pair of black heels, much too high, I put them on, and he did the ankle straps. Next a pair of miniscule transparent knickers. I gently stepped into them, and pulled them up.“How do I look,” I asked.“You look gorgeous, but these are not right.”Without saying a word, he pulled the panties up, so the material güvenilir bahis crawled up my bum, and cut into my pussy. He ran a finger along my slit, so it was emphasised by the panties.Satisfied he took me out into the studio, wearing just the knickers, and heels. Gerry wasn’t alone. With him were two other men, and a girl. I was introduced. The guys were from the website the shoot had been for, Harry and Paul, the girl was a red head, Anja. She said nothing. “We liked the results of the shoot Linda. We are thinking of booking you for some more, but wanted to look at you for ourselves. We don’t usually use models as old as you, and wouldn’t have considered you, but Gerry here says we should.” Harry said. “Say what you mean,” I thought. But said nothing.“Turn around love,” Paul said.I turned three sixty, and faced them again. Harry felt my tits, squeezing gently, my nipples reacted immediately, then he put his hand was between my legs, fingers tracing the outline of my labia.“Natural, good. Ok, we like. We’re here to watch you work, we’ll talk later.”“What do you want first?” Gerry asked.“Lets see her masturbate, and take it from there,” Harry instructed.I was excited, my nipples hard. I slid my hand down the front of the panties, finding my pussy already wet. I laid back my legs open, as Gerry filmed. I closed my eyes, pulling the knickers to one side, as my fingers gave me pleasure, my outer labia parted. I opened myself further, held it open for Mark to photograph. I ran a finger over my clit, pulling the hood back so I could excite it. I fingered myself, one finger, then two, then three. I was on the point of coming when I felt a hand on my wrist. I opened my eyes to see Anja, the redhead. Her face was in front of mine, our lips met, and she kissed me, her fingers ran lightly over my wet cunt, then she walked away. I hesitated, then continued coming almost immediately, loudly. Not for them, but for me.“Do you want a wrap while we talk,” Harry asked.“No I’m fine as I am,” I told him.“Ok. Right lets get down to business. We want to hire you, we’ll want you exclusive for six months. It’ll be a lot of work, at least three shoots per week, some will be over more than one day, here and elsewhere. Any questions?”“I don’t know what to say?” I blurted.“Don’t worry you’ll think of something.” Harry said.“ What we want is you to front our advertising, in all formats, so that’s modelling our clothes and lingerie. As you realise, our website is for adults, and we’ll want adult content, with you taking a full part. For that we will pay you five thousand per week.”Mark shut the door to the dressing room, I stood in my knickers and heels. “Fucking hell Mark, what shall I do” I asked.“Do Linda? You want to be a model? Mark asked.“Oh yes, I can’t believe how much I enjoy it.”You really liked it, turned on and excited. You look fantastic. You are gorgeous. Everyone wants to fuck you.”“Mark, does he want me to you know….with her?” I asked. “Is that what he means by taking a full part in adult shoots? Tell me what they want before I go out there.” I demanded.“Of course Linda, they want you to fuck her, or let her fuck you, that’s what they want next.”“And after that? What else will they want me to do when I work for them?” I asked.I was still naked as I stood in front of my son.“Linda they will pay you five thousand a week, for six months. For that they’ll want everything.”“Everything. You mean fucking?” I whispered. “Yes Linda fucking.” Mark said softly.“What do you think Mark, what should I do?”“I can’t answer that question for you. Only you can do that, what I will say is that whatever you decide is ok by me Mum.”“I need to think for a moment.” I thought. I did the maths. I hesitated. As I hesitated I felt his hand cup my pussy.“Still wet Linda. You know you want to, its excites you doesn’t it.”I slipped the wrap on, I suddenly felt a chill. Gerry sat chatting to Harry as they waited for my answer.“Thanks for giving me time to consider your offer. A very generous offer. Thank you. I have a couple of questions. You will want me to fuck both men and women?”Harry nodded.“During the six months, will I have any free time, or will I basically be working non stop.”“Pretty much full on Linda, three days shooting every week, sometimes more. There will be travel to different locations at times.”“In that case I’d want to take Mark to assist me, help me dress and to do my make up.”“That’s fine Linda, we’ll put him on the payroll,” Harry said. “Gerry will do some of the shoots, but not all.“In that case gentlemen, we have a deal.” I said.Mark helped me dress, then I was ready. “Remember Linda, get your knickers off as soon as you can, but never take your heels off.” Mark said. “right lets see you with Anja.”“You want to watch me fuck Anja? You naughty boy,” I smiled, and kissed him lightly on the lips.I walked out, not nervous, but excited. Mark had said everyone in the room wanted to fuck me, did that include him I wondered, I looked at him, his cock was hard in his jeans, so maybe it did. Gerry was filming, Mark again had the stills camera. My hips swayed. I stripped for the camera. The dress fell to the floor. I did as Mark had told me, and pulled my knickers down, making a tease of it. Then the bra came off, until I was naked except for my heels. Anja sat in an old armchair, a leg over one of its arms, her cunt exposed and smooth.I was sweaty, breathless. I leant forward, ensuring my bum pointed towards the camera, my feet wide, so the camera could see my cunt, and anus. I kissed her lips, and felt her tongue in my mouth. Her lips were soft, and inviting. Our tongues entwined. My hand reached down, between her legs, her thighs were smooth, I soon felt her wetness, my fingers busy. She reached up, holding my breasts, then explored my body, my cunt, my wet cunt. I ached. I was on fire. I felt another pair of hands on my hips, I looked around. It was Paul, I straightened, turned. I unbuttoned his white shirt, then unzipped his trousers. I took his hard cock out, felt it hardness, its thickness. I opened my mouth, and closed my lips around it. I kept my eyes open, and looked directly at the camera as I sucked his cock. Mark was busy with the stills camera, watching his Mum give her first filmed blow job, as Anja’s tongue found my clit.I zoomed in on Linda’s face, her eyes wide, the long false eyelashes gave her a look of innocence, as she sucked the guys cock. I took another shot of the redhead tracing her tongue along her pussy. Lucky bastards. Then he pushed her away, and sat on the chair, watching as Linda and Anja pleasured each other. I changed the memory card, and continued. His cock stuck straight up, he pulled Lind backwards, onto it. She sank down, taking its entire length. Then she fucked him. She was a noisy fuck, coming again, and again. His cock glistened from her wet cunt, which was red and swollen, her clit hard and erect clearly visibly poking out of its hood. Anja found it with her tongue. The guy pulled Linda off himself, Anja took his place on the chair. Linda knelt between her legs, burying her face in Anja ’s cunt, as the guy entered Linda from behind, fucking her hard. When he came it was on both their faces, her face covered in come Linda sat on Anja’s knee smiling happily. It was the following morning, Mum walked into my bedroom. I was laying on my back, on the bed, wanking. The sheet was too far away to cover myself. She was just wearing a pair of white cotton knickers.“We need to talk Mark,” she said, seeming not to notice my cock in my hand.“Mum, can’t you knock,” I said.“Sorry, but this can’t wait, now leave that alone, at least for a minute.” She said,“we need to sort out our Mum son relationships, and our Linda the model relationship. What do you think?” “I think I know what you mean. When you are working, you are Linda, a model, and I am just the assistant, well your assistant now, so what are the boundaries there, and when we are at home, or not working how has that changed? Is that what you mean?” I asked her.“That’s it exactly Mark.” Mum said. “Obvioulsy your brains are not all in that cock of yours.”“Well at work I will be helping you dress, doing your makeup. I will need to touch you obviously, and see you naked.” I said.“Yes, now I’m fine with that, at work. At work I’m not your Mum, I’m Linda, and I don’t mind if your hands stray, lets face it, its going to happen. So at work just treat me like any other girl. Cup my pussy, obviously twik my nipples. When they need to be erect. What else do you think?”“Lets not over think work, lets see how it evolves. Lets just except we will be in a very sexual environment. Now what if you need to be errm, lets say exciting, for the shoot, is that ok? I asked.“I guess so. Lets face it I get very excited. Do whatever you or I need you to do. Now what about at home, this should be easy,” Mum said.“Well it can’t be the same as it was, lets face it, things have changed. I watched you fuck, photographed it, watched you play with yourself, which I have to say was way cool.”“And tasted my pussy juices Mark. But that’s work, so that’s ok.” Mum said,“so at home none of that, but I think we now live in naked house, we can walk about naked, no need to knock on bedroom doors, well maybe if one or both of us are entertaining.” “Ok, so I’ve seen you wank, you have now seen me wank, what if we bring back work people. Do we keep the fact that you are my Mum secret?” I asked.“Secrets and lies, yes we do. If we party with work people, its our work relationship, ok.” Mum said.“And if they want to swap, what then?” I asked.“Then we keep our secret, but remember to call me Linda.”“You really mean what I think you mean?”“Yes Mark. If we have to, we fuck. Now finish yourself off, I’ll watch for once.”“You want to do it?” I asked.“No, we’re at home, I’m your Mum, remember!” Mum laughed.“And yet your sitting on my bed in just your knickers, flashing your tits, watching me wank, really Mum. Show me your pussy while I get off.”“Oh alright,” she said, standing and pulling her panties down. She sat back down, only this time she spread her legs, so her labia opened. I pulled on my cock, watching her face, her cunt. I wanted to fuck her, I’m sure she knew. A week ago I would have been horrified at her even walking into my room without knocking, and yet now, here I was, knocking one out so she could watch, as I used her as wanking material. She pulled her outer labia to one side.“If you were Linda, would we fuck now, do you think?” I asked.“If I was Linda, then probably, oh good your coming, oh its all on my legs,” she giggled. Linda sat on a Chesterfield sofa, deeply button, a dark deep red. She wasn’t alone, with her another girl, also blonde. They sipped their wine, from long stemmed wine glasses. They smiled, and chatted. Two guys entered, dressed in dark suits, and white shirts. In the blink of an eye, Linda was sucking one of the guys cocks. I stood at the back of the set. We were in the west county, in a rented house, well a mansion really. We were here for four days, shooting a series of films. I looked around, at the surroundings. The place was posh, to say the least. I looked back, Linda was sitting on the back of the sofa, her dress gone, wearing just a lace bra, her knickers pulled to one side, as the other girls face was between Linda’s open legs. Linda held one cock, while she suck the second, before swapping over. The director called “cut.”“Mark sweetie, Linda needs her lippy re doing, better do Ellie’s at the same time there’s a love.”I re did Ellie, then moved on to Linda. “Enjoying yourself I see,” I whispered. She winked a reply, before I moved away, and the action continued, blow jobs done, the fucking commenced.I winked at Mark, after he said he could see I was enjoying myself. It was true, I was. I had always wanted to be a model, but had never had the opportunity, or I didn’t even know where I’d have started. I had collected Mark from the photographic studio where he worked, and been persuaded to try by the owner Gerry. It was supposed to be a lingerie shoot, but had developed into a little more. Mark had taken it in his stride, watching his mother fuck herself with a vibrator. Now he was my assistant, watching me fuck. One of the guys was fucking me from behind, as I eat the other girl out. It felt sensational, and she tasted nice. I wasn’t a lesbian, but had, I suppose been bi curious, as most women are. The redhead had been my first proper girl fuck, but I’d been nervous, this time I was enjoying it, although I had to keep reminding myself I was working. Working and being paid a small fortune. He was fucking me hard now, the girl was gone, and being fucked beside me. I felt myself coming, I let it out, knew how noisy I was, but it didn’t matter, in fact it was probably just what the director wanted.“Glad you agreed to be my assistant?” I asked.“You bet Linda, this is great, learning so much about the business already,” he replied.We sat in my room, it was early evening, and Mark was removing my makeup, before I showered. “So what have I got tomorrow?” I asked“Well a morning of stills, modelling the new range. Then in the afternoon, an MMMF set.”“MMMF set? What the hell is that?” I asked.“Come on Linda, three males, and you!” Mark said.“Three, what at once.” I said.“Aren’t you the lucky one. Another thing, we need to keep a record of everything you’ve worn, you get to keep it, they might want you to wear them again at any events they send you to.”“Events, what events?” I asked.“Promotions, sales and a few receptions. I’ll let you know when. Don’t worry I’ve got everything sorted. You relax and enjoy yourself, I’m here to take care of you.”I closed my eyes, as he cleansed.“Linda, that three guy shoot, its anal,” Mark said, “dropping a bombshell.”“Anal!” I exclaimed.“You agreed to it in your contract, or rather you didn’t set any limitations.” Mark said calmly. “Lets push the boundaries was what you said at the time.”I remembered. “Have you ever been fucked in the arse?” Mark asked me. Not exactly the conversation women have with their sons. “No, of course a finger occasionally, but nothing more, what do I do?” I asked.“Its ok, that’s what I thought. Good job I’m here. Stand up, and lean forward.”I did as he said.“Now relax,” he said. Easy for him to say.I felt him reach between my legs, he rubbed my pussy, my clit. He was exciting me, and doing a good job, I was wet, and getting wetter, I was breathing heavily, an orgasm not far away, he slowed, I felt his hand on my bum, parting the cheeks of my arse. A finger, his finger slipped inside me, he was gentle, moving it slowly, I felt a second. The fingers were gone, replaced by a wet slippery tongue, I came straightaway, and as my anus pulsated he pushed something in my bum, it hurt a little, then the pain was gone. My anus adjusted to the extra size, my muscle gripped it, held it. “Are you inside my arse Mark, I asked.“No Linda, just a toy, like it?” “It ok, not as bad as I thought. Oh God yes that’s fucking great, don’t………mmmmm”“Now Linda, hold it, grip it.”I did as I was told, calming from the pleasure I had just experienced.“I’ve just inserted a butt plug into you, get used to it, and wear in for an hour or so, then we’ll try something else.” Mark said.“Mmm, nice,” I murmured. “Now walk around a bit, comfortable?” He asked.“I wouldn’t describe it as comfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, and I quiet like it.”“Good, go and shower, but leave it in, ok.”An hour later he played with my pussy again, making me come, and as I did, he pulled the plug out, and replaced it with a larger one.“How does that feel,” he asked.“Better, I like that much more, make me come again.”He did, again using his fingers, when my anus pulsed, I gripped the plug as hard as I could, the feeling was intense.“Fantastic,” I panted. “What next?”“Next? You keep that in all night, and until the shoot tomorrow, if you can, your arse should be open and ready for it first fucking, looking forward to it?”“I am now, thanks.”I cleaned my teeth, when I came out of the bathroom, Mark was asleep on my bed, I should have woken him, but I laid down beside him, and soon was asleep.I woke with a start, as the alarm sounded, it was six thirty. So much for the glamorous life I had imagined for all those years. For a moment I was confused, muscular arms held me, and I could feel an erect cock against my back. Something was inside me, it felt nice. Then I remembered, I still had the butt plug up my arse. I gripped it. Mark was still on the bed, but unlike last night when I lay down, he was now naked. I wondered if he’d fucked me during the night, but knew instantly he hadn’t. I rolled out of his embrace. His cock was hard against his stomach. I ran a finger along its length, watching it twitch. I straddled him, held his cock, his big cock, and it was big, long and thick, wondering what it would feel like inside me, I rubbed it along the length of my pussy, already becoming wet. He stirred then, opening his eyes, I let go of it. “Hello sleepy,” I said looking down at him. “Thanks for staying last night, I needed a cuddle.”“That’s alright Mum, anytime.”Mum, he hadn’t called me Mum since we’d arrived. I hugged him pressing my breasts against his chest. “Come on time to get up, we’ve a long days work ahead of us,” I said getting off him, walking naked into the en-suite.“Linda,” Mark called after me, “you need to get a wriggle on, you’re having a colonic at seven.”“I’m having a fucking what?” I snapped.“A colonic irrigation, its….”“I know what it is, why am I having one?” I asked.“Because, if you hadn’t forgotten, you are having you pretty and very shapely arse fucked today by three well hung and very lucky gentlemen.” Mark said.“Oh yes!”She was all set up near the changing room, and close to the toilets. She was sweet.“How do you want me” I asked. “If you can just take your knickers off, then get on the table, and lift the back of your dressing gown up.”“I’m not wearing any, hold on need to take my butt plug out.” I tugged on it, then pulled firmly it slid out. I felt odd, almost as if I was using the toilet. My anal muscles protested, I had a sudden shooting pain, as if my arse had cramp, which it may well have done. Then the pain was gone. I laid down as she wanted me.I walked into breakfast, and found Mark joining him for coffee. “I needed you just now, and where is my faithful assistant? Eating bacon and eggs, how can you so soon after getting up?”“Easy Linda, I’m a growing boy. What did you need me for?”“I needed a panty liner,” I told him.“You’ve not got your period have you?” He said alarmed.“No, you can calm down, I haven’t come on, I’m not due for a couple of weeks, no I needed one for my dripping arse. Anyway, I got one from the dispenser in the ladies, no thanks to you!”“Thank fuck for that,” he said relived. “I’m really looking forward to watching you being made airtight,” he laughed.“Airtight?”“Linda, you really must learn all the technical terms, airtight is all holes filled.”“What all at once,” I said rather alarmed. “You’ll love it.”“I think I will!”The morning flashed by, a pure lingerie shoot, I lost count of the different bra and panties I’d worn. Mark was on hand, clipping and un clipping my bra, pulling my knickers down on occasions, buckling shoes, un buckling shoes. It was glamorous. I loved it. I loved it, but I couldn’t but help think of the afternoon to come.“Sorry love,” I said to Mark, “those are a bit wet.”“You need to stop thinking about this afternoons shoot, and concentrate on this mornings,” Mark said.Linda handed me the pair of purple knickers she had just taken off, there was a wet patch in the gusset.“You need to stop thinking about this afternoons shoot, and concentrate on this mornings,” I said. Linda was my Mum. My Mum was a model, called Linda. I now worked for her, as her assistant, which was a secret, only the photographer I used to work for and Mum had done her first modelling assignment for knew. And here I was watching her strip, and holding her wet panties. She was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck her. She knew it, and I know she didn’t mind. My cock was hard, her pussy was wet. We were both excited. But this was work, we had to be professional. I handed her another bra, then the matching panties, I sniffed the soiled ones. She smiled.“Come on, no time for that, hand me the suspender belt, and get the stockings ready.”A few minutes later I watched her walk out in front of the camera again, her perfect arse framed by her see through knickers. She turned, and the lights flashed as the camera clicked. She was hot, sexy. She knew everyone in the room wanted to fuck her, including me. Right then though she was imagining the lens was fucking her, that’s why she was being paid the big bucks. My cock protested, confined in my jeans, my balls ached for relief. I ate some fruit for lunch, that and another bottle of mineral water. Mark had re inserted my butt plug when I had finished the morning shoot. He’d pushed it in my wet pussy, then slipped it into my arse. I’d squeezed his cock through his trousers when he did it. He was so hard. Later he’d need that attending to, I’d find one of the other girls to give him a blow job, that or do it myself.“What are you thinking Linda,” Mark asked.“Nothing darling, nothing.” I said innocently.“Time to get you ready for your big scene, get this over and we’re done here,” Mark said.We’d been at this fabulous house for three days. I’d been photographed, filmed, fucked, and sucked. This afternoon I would give up my virgin arse to three hunks. I’d almost let Mark have it last night, almost. I still wasn’t sure why I hadn’t. Again in the morning I’d almost fucked him, I had held his cock at the entrance to my pussy, I’d only had to relax my legs and I would have slid down his big hard cock. He’d been sleeping, true in my bed, he’d opened his eyes, and I lost my nerve. I looked at myself in the mirror. My make up was done perfectly.“Great job Mark, I like the silver eye shadow, like the way you’ve blended it.”I looked again, through half closed eyes, through my false eyelashes. Was that really me, I’d never seen myself like that, but Mark had. I stood, slipped the silk robe off. Mark took it. He handed me a silver thong, it sparkled in the light. To call it small would have been an understatement. It would cover me, but only just. I pulled it up. “Open perabet your legs a bit,” Mark said. He knelt, and adjusted the material, so my pussy was covered, pulled the string up, so it cut into my arse. I wore a pair of black heels, eight inch killers. Next the dress, silver again, and again not much of it, the neckline plunged deep, deep to my belly button. My belly button was pierced, and in it I wore a string of faux diamonds. They matched my earrings. The dress didn’t cover my tits. Mark re-arranged both the dress and my errant breasts. I needed some tit tape, but this wasn’t a cocktail party, it was a fuck-fest, and I was the main course. A bracelet on both wrists. I was ready. I was nervous, almost to the point of being scared shitless. But there was excitement too. I’d never had three guys at once before, never had two if the truth be told. I’d been filmed with two guys, and another girl, two girls. But not three. Before I’d started modelling, only a couple of weeks ago, I’d never had another woman, never had a threesome even. “Linda, you ready?” Mark asked.“Sorry love, yes ready as I’ll ever be.”“Good, now one little thing we’ve overlooked, bend over.”I did as he told me. I trusted him. He was my assistant. He pulled the back of the thong to one side, I felt his hand on my bum, his breath on my back. He pulled the butt plug out of my arse. My anus was open, and ready. I stood back up after Mark had put the thong back in place, the butt plug was in his mouth. I watched her walk out onto the set, she looked fabulous. I knew she was nervous, she was worried it was going to hurt, worried she wasn’t up to it. It had all been so quick, a few weeks ago, she hadn’t even been naked in front of a camera. She was my Mum, a woman who was always there for me. Now I was there for her, her alter ego at least. Linda. Linda was the woman my mother should have been. She was confident, sexy, glamorous, not short of money. Gorgeous. She walked differently I noticed, straight back chest out, shoulders back. You wanted to fuck her, and maybe, just maybe she’d let you. The three lucky bastards were there, ready to fuck her. They’d make her sweat, make her come over and over. They’d fuck her hard, very hard. I hadn’t told her that. No point giving her something extra to worry about. This was the last scene she had to do, well for the next two days anyway. There were three, no four other girls on the set, they’d be background, but wouldn’t take part in the sex. I watched her stop by one of them, Amy. Linda said something, and Amy giggled, looked in my direction, before nodding to Linda. “Hi Linda,” Amy said as I reached her. “You get all the good stuff, you lucky cow,” she said smiling.“Have you still not been fucked since you got here?” I asked her.“No, not once. I know I’m just one of the extra’s, but you’d think with all this sex going on I’d get a few crumbs.”“You should have said, look when we’re done, go and fuck my assistant, you know Mark.” I told her.“Mark, but you’re……..I mean we all thought you and him were an item.” Amy said.“He’s my assistant, and a bloody good one, got an amazing cock, no you go on, enjoy him, its on me.”“Really, thanks, if I can ever do anything for you.” “Come everyone, we have a lot to get through, Amy stop fucking gassing, I want you over there, with your tits out, legs open like a little slut, you three as well. Now Linda, if you wait, be ready for you in minute,” the director said.I stood by the director, as the filming commenced. The setting was a club. Amy and her three friends were masturbating, the barman looked on disinterested. He dried glasses. I walked in on them, on cue. I walked around, running a hand across a pussy here, squeezing a breast here. I reached Amy, I kissed her, true not in the script, then traced my hand down her body, until I reached her cunt, she wasn’t very wet, I played with her, then penetrated her with two of my fingers, she was wet now, she took a deep breath. She hadn’t expected this, not in the script, she wasn’t paid to come, but she was almost there, her head went back. Her orgasm would have to wait, the three hunks were here. It was time to earn my money. They pulled me off her, pulled me onto the small dance floor, I danced with one of them, then another, they span me round, I danced with the third. He danced holding me from behind. He pulled my dress to the sides, exposing my breasts to the camera. My head was back, I kissed him, and now I wanted him, I wanted them all.The dress fell to the floor, their hands were all over me, I was trembling with expectation. I squatted, time to suck some cock. So far it had been one take. I liked that, I hated interruptions that it seemed were part and parcel of this new life of mine. They were all big, big and hard. I suddenly wondered if Mark was bigger. I’d have to check, later. I licked their cocks, their balls, then I licked their arseholes, I always liked it when men did that to me, I supposed men liked it too. I’d never slept with a man whose arse I had licked, cocks, yes, balls occasionally. Now it was my turn, one of them was between my legs, his tongue busy. I had a cock in my mouth, another waited his turn. They switched, then switched again.“Cut!” The director called. I hated him right at that moment. “Mark sweetie, lubrication time.”Mark was there beside me, the three guys stood waiting, stroking their erections. I spread my legs, allowing Mark to push lubricant into my anus, he used a couple of fingers, working the lube deep, he ensured I was open, open and ready to lose my anal cherry. I should have given it to him. Should have, didn’t. Not a time for regrets. He walked out of the cameras view. It was time, time to earn my five thousand a week.I straddled a guy, his cock deep inside my pussy, which he was pounding, another in my mouth, my arse high in the air. I felt the third behind me. The cock inside me slowed, hands gripped my hips. I felt the cock at the entrance to my back passage. Pressure on my sphincter, gradual, by continual pressure. The cock in my cunt fucked me slowly, the one in my mouth gone. They wanted to film my face as I gave up my arse. Mark had told them I was an anal virgin. They wanted it all, six cameras recorded it, six cameras, four girls, the sound man, the continuity girl, the guy behind the bar, who really was just the barman, the assistant director, Harry the executive. And my son. They all were there to witness, to record the moment I was fucked in the arse for the first time. The guys had drawn lots to be the first. There was utter silence on the set. The sound mans microphone, the big fluffy thing was above me. They could not retake this, it had to be right. I wondered if they thought I’d scream. The head of the cock was just inside me, I tried to relax. I relaxed my anus. I opened myself as far as I could. He penetrated me. I groaned, The cock in my pussy was hard, big and hard, but still. The only movement was the big hard cock pushing its way into my secret place. It was a Captain Kirk moment, he was going where no one had been before. I groaned loudly, I was sweating. “Oh God, yes” I screamed, “oh fucking hell, it fucking hurts, no, no don’t stop, more, more. Put it all in, oh God I’m fucking cummmmming.”The cock in my cunt was again fucking me hard, the cock in my arse was being pulled back, I thought he was going to withdraw, he wasn’t of course. He was almost out, when he slammed it back in. All the way in, in one go. Hard. I screamed then. Screamed with pain, it fucking hurt. It burned. It filled me, stretched me. I loved it. “Fuck me harder, both of you,” yelled, the script forgotten. Fuck their script. Fuck what I was supposed to do. I wanted this, wanted it for me. If it wasn’t what they wanted, then fuck them.“I said fuck me harder, if you can’t get the other one in my arse, oh yesssssssssssssss, I’m cummming againnnnnnn,” I gasped.The three of them fucked me, it seemed so quick, but Mark told me later it had been for almost an hour. We were all covered in sweat. They swapped around, mouth, cunt arse, arse mouth cunt. Cock straight from my arse into my mouth, Mark said that was an ATM, I didn’t care what it was called, I just wanted it. Through my sex haze I saw Amy, still fingering herself, watching me open mouthed. I wondered what Mark thought, my son was out there somewhere, watching his mother have the best sex of her life, and being paid for it. I wondered too what people would think when they watched the DVD, bet they wanked. I was nearing exhaustion. My legs were cramped. I couldn’t take much more, I hoped the fucking director would call for the guys to do their cum shots soon. I needn’t have worried. Linda had been fucked, and had fucked the three guys in sorts of positions. She’d screamed, she’d sworn, screamed again. How many times had she cum, I didn’t know, I knew she wouldn’t. I had never seen anything like it, and I had watched a lot of porn. This was the best, and this was my mother I was watching. My cock hurt, and not for the first time I wished it was me out there with her. She smiled as she walked towards me, a little unsteadily in her heels.“I remembered” she said.I was puzzled. She smiled again.“I remembered, took my knickers off, but kept my heels on.”“You did, you were great you know, incredible. My cock hurts from watching you.” I told her as I held her.“I know it does darling, I’ll fix it, but not right now. Can I have a drink.”The director came over, with him was Harry. “That was sensational,” the director gushed.“Brilliant, I’ll double your money, I want more of that. Brilliant,” Harry said elated.“Do you want a wrap?” I asked her.“No, just a drink. I need a drink, and I need to cool down.”Amy fetched her a bottle of mineral water. She drank it all, straight down.“Wow, that’s better, thank you.”We sat on the sofa as she recovered, another bottle of water. She had come in her hair, on her face. She smiled now, “wow, that was some fuck, I didn’t know I could cum so many times, and Mark, thank you, I couldn’t have done that without your help. Now leave me to talk to Harry.”I saw Harry was standing anxiously to one side, waiting to talk to his new star.I recovered fast, Harry repeated his pledge to double my pay, conditional on me extending my exclusive. I took him up on his offer. I stopped off at the dressing room, as I opened the door, I saw Amy, legs wrapped around Mark’s waist, as he fucked her, leaning against the dressing table. She smiled a secretive smile at me. “That looks uncomfortable, why not take it upstairs,” I said suddenly feeling rejuvenated.Amy slipped off Mark, and I saw his cock, wet from Amy’s cunt. It was big, and it was hard. I bent down, gripped it. Felt its girth, then took it in my mouth, tasting her. I took it until I choked, then stood up.“It is you know, it is bigger than either of those three guys,” I said, laughing.Mark drove down the driveway, and turned east towards Swindon. He drove steadily. I had, had a good night uninterrupted sleep, and felt the better for it. “You Ok Mum,” he asked.“Fine darling,” I replied. “So I’m Mum again.”“Sure we’re not at work, so yes you’re Mum. Look, its going to take us nearly all day to drive home. Then tomorrow, we’ll have to drive to Warwick. So why don’t we drive there now, its not as far as home, we’ll be there in a couple of hours, that gives us this afternoon and evening, plus all day tomorrow to chill, before the next shoot, what do you think?”“Lets.”The hotel had us booked for two days time, but it was out of session. Our booking was for a mini suite, did we want two rooms, or an upgrade for two nights. “No, we’ll take the mini suite.” I said. I paid with plastic, hoping I’d been paid, I hadn’t had chance to check. Maybe I should.We took the elevator. The suite was their mini suite, it was luxury, what I wondered were there real suites like.I sat down heavily in one of the armchairs, and kicked my shoes off. Mark was firing up his Ipad up, logging on to check emails, and my bank account. “Now come on,” he said, “you know you always keep your heels on, but take your knickers off as quickly as you can!”“And does that apply to your Mum?” I asked.He didn’t answer, as he had reached my bank account, and was obtaining the access code from the random code generator.“Fucking hell, Mum, they’ve credited your account alright, ten grand this morning, ape.”I smiled, still wondering if keeping my shoes on, and my knickers off applied when I was Mum. “Here Mum, your never going to believe this, there’s some stuff of you here online,” he said.I went and sat beside him on the sofa. There on screen was me, masturbating with the gold topped vibrator in Gerry’s studio.“You like watching me?” I asked.“Wow yes, when you did that first set at Gerry’s in just the bra and knickers I thought you looked beautiful, then as you did more, I was totally gob smacked.”“You deal with it very well. I had been worried at first.” I said“Worried?” He asked“Yes, about my modelling.”“You needn’t I’m cool with it. Especially as when your working your Linda, my boss, but when your not working you’re my Mum.”“And what am I now, Linda, or Mum?”He thought for a moment. “Which do you want to be?“I’m not sure Mark, I’m not sure, but I want you to hold me, is that alright?” I said.“Yes, course it is, come on, lets lay down.” We laid on the bed, and he held me in his arms. I laid my face on his chest, and felt safe. Then I slept.I woke. Mum was in the shower. I laid on the bed, in just my jeans and tee shirt. She came out of the shower. I’d seen her naked many times in the last few weeks, but each time was like the first time. She was beautiful, her shoulder length blonde hair was wet, but combed back. I saw her smile at me.“Hard again, I see,” she said.“Well who wouldn’t be, with you walking around like that.”“I thought you liked me walking around like this,” she said“Oh I do, I do.”“Now lets go and eat. I’m starving, all that fucking over the last three days has made me hungry, come on get ready.”When I came out of the shower she had dried her hair, and was putting her makeup on, a little foundation, and eye shadow. On the bed were a pair on knickers, green ones. “Mark, put my butt plug in will you, I’ll be doing more anal I’m sure.”She bent over, her shapely legs spread, giving me a view of her pussy and anus.I licked the plug, put it in her pussy, then took it out, and pushed it into her anus. It went in easily, it was only twenty four hours since it had been fucked by the three lucky bastards.“There you go, its in,” I said. “I assume your Linda for the night.”“What did you think when you watched me loose my anal cherry?” She asked. Without answering the question.“Think? Only that they were the luckiest three bastards.” I replied.“Did you know, I almost let you fuck my arse the night before,” she said.“Fucking hell,” was all I could say.“Oh dear, you have a hard on.” She said. “Again!”The location was on the outskirts of Warwick. It was a nightclub, which had gone broke. When we arrived the place was a hive of activity. The lighting was in place at for various sets. Cameras lay where they would be needed. A young woman was giving instructions to two workmen, they went off to carryout her instructions. She turned, about to snap out some instruction or other to us, but stopped herself.“Hi, its Linda isn’t it?”“That’s right, hi,” I said.“You’re early, or am I running way late?” She asked.“No, we are early,” I told her.“Thank fuck for that, sorry, I’m Gisele, I’m the director, or I will be if we ever get this fucking dump sorted. Fucking electric is a fucking nightmare,” she broke off and shouted at the workmen, “not fucking there, that’s a fucking trip hazard, have you never heard of fucking health and fucking safety. For fuck sake!”“Sorry,” Gisele continued. “Look, the changing rooms are totally disgusting, so I’ve allocated that area over there, the makeup mirrors, and dressing tables are all in place, and working thank fuck, wardrobe is off to the side. The toilets are just beyond. Now you have a colonic booked, she’s here somewhere, doing another girl, everyone’s getting fucked in the arse today, everyone except me, and I’m just getting fucking pissed off. Come and find me when your done. In the meantime this must be your guy, lucky you, I’ll run the schedule by him, then he can sort you out.”She turned away, “where’s that fucking electrician……………”The shoot went surprisingly smoothly, Gisele was a dream to work for, despite her swearing every other word, suddenly it was the last set, the two day’s had flown by. My last scene was an orgy, all the girls would be wearing the companies underwear, after all that was the main purpose of the shoot, adult content for their website, which sold sexy lingerie. I was the star of show, of course, and the main focus would be on me. My heels were on as was my underwear, a fabulous set of filmy ivory lace and silk Totally see through, my stocking were the finest denier, held up by a deep suspender belt. “How do I look,” I asked him.“Fabulous Linda, hold on, just need to finish the lippy.”He took his lipstick brush and applied a top layer of glossy red lip gloss. He stood back.“Perfect.”“Get me moist,” I instructed him. It had been two hours since my last scene.He slipped a couple of fingers inside the leg of my knickers, exciting my clit. My stomach had little butterflies as he looked into my eyes, his fingers busy. I gasped as he inserted them, penetrating me with them. I returned his look.“Are you ready?” Giselle asked, “oh fuck.”“No I’m ready now Giselle,” I said.“Thank fuck for that, I thought I was going to have to put everything on hold until you two had fucked.”There were twelve cameras in all, so quiet an audience. I was part of a foursome, while around us various other couples also got down and dirty. It started fine, right up until the two guys in my group got their cocks out. One of them couldn’t get it up. “Here let me,” I said after all the cameras had stopped.I gave him a hand job, no luck. A blow job then, still nothing, the other girl joined me. Surely our combined efforts would be successful. Apparently not.“Your no fucking good to anyone, get off my fucking set. Fuck, fuck.” Giselle stormed. “Right, I need a fucking man, one with a working fucking cock.”She turned, and looked straight at Mark.“You, you’re good with your fucking hands, and I can see you’re got a hard on already.”The action started once again, Mark was to keep the back of his head to the camera, and at no time was his face to be shown. Giselle explained, “otherwise we’ll fucking have to come back to fucking morrow.” Secrets and lies. Our lie was our secret. I was Marks Mum, our secret, at work I was Linda, a model, he was my assistant, our lie. We’d talked about this, how we must keep the secret, and if that meant the two of us fucking, then we fucked. The other guy had his cock in my mouth, as I knelt on my knees, my upper body supported on my arms as I leant across some seating. I felt hot breath on my bum, on my legs, which were wide, exposing my wet cunt to the camera. It was Marks breath, Marks hands. His breath hot now, his tongue wet and slippery as it made contact with my sphincter. I came immediately, the cock in my mouth gagging me.I’d been nonplussed when the director picked me out to replace the limp dick. What could I say, “sorry, I can’t fuck Linda, because she’s my Mum.” The trouble was I wanted to. My tongue was on her arsehole, pushing lightly, when she came. It pulsed, and as it did, my tongue went deeper into her. She came again, almost straightaway. I reached out and found her cunt, she was dripping, so wet. My fingers inside, my tongue inside her. Her back arched as she came again, noisily this time, the groan almost a scream.“Oh fucking hell, yesssssssssss, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my cunt, fuck my arse, nooooowwww.”“Cut,” Giselle called. She quickly strode beside us.“Right fucking change of plan. We’ll do a DP, and you over there, when they are both inside her she can suck your cock, but when she comes, you take it out, back in after, until the next time, this is fucking great. Ok, action.”We carried on where we’d left off, my tongue inside her cunt, my face wet from her. Then the other guy pulled her up, and around, until she was on top of him, his cock soon inside her wet pussy, her arse in the air. Her arsehole looked at me. I put my cock against it, it was so hard, it hurt. I looked down, the purple head swollen. It looked too big to fit inside her, I knew she’ stretch, she taken the butt plugs I’d pushed in her, she’d take my cock. I felt Marks cock sliding inside my anus, pushing its way deep inside me. I’d wet myself when Giselle had picked him, my juices had flowed form me, soaking my knickers. As I sat and waited for him to get ready, I’d left the wettest of wet patches. Now his cock was inside me, and I was on a wave of multiple orgasms. I’d never been quiet, even as a young girl fingering myself at my parents home in bed at night. Now I had a cock in my cunt, and my sons in my arse. My face was flushed, my nipples so hard they were exquisite agony. His big hard cock was all the way in now, and he was fucking me, pulling out of my arse, then pushing hard back in. He knew I like to be fucked hard, I’d told him, me and my son had talked about how I liked to be fucked, how I liked it in the arse. The shoot earlier in the week had been the first, three guys had ripped it open, now the my son was doing it again. Suddenly I had a cock in my mouth, I didn’t suck, it fucked. I was being fucked in the pussy, in the mouth. My son was fucking my arse. I came again, the remembered to pull his cock out, so the camera could get a clear shot of my face as I came twice in quick succession. I knew other girls around me were also being fucked, I could hear them, see one or two, I concentrated on my own pleasure. Marks cock withdrew, I felt empty. I wanted it back. Then it was in front of me. I sucked it, straight from my arse. I’d sucked it before, that first shoot he’d made me come with his tongue when I’d lost control of myself after he’d photographed me masturbating with a vibrator. Then I’d sucked his cock, and swallowed his come. I’d known then he’d fuck me. We’d slept together in the hotel in Warwick, yet somehow not taken the final step. He’d fingered me, to get me ready for shoots, his cock perabet giriş always hard. I’d watched him wank at home, spread my legs, so he could see my cunt as he did it, then let him come on my legs. Now his cock was in my mouth, hard and throbbing. Then it was gone. He pushed me over, so the other guy was under me, my back to him. The other guy took Marks place in my arse, then Mark was on top of me, he looked straight at me, then kissed me softly, as his cock found its way home. He was in my cunt, deep inside me. I came, then came again. I couldn’t stop coming. Over and over again. I panted, gasped. “Oh fucking God, yes, fucking yes. Deeper, fuck me deeper.” He came last, I sucked the other two, let them come on my face, on my tits. Then it was his turn, I sucked him slowly, making his cock an agony of hardness. He ejaculated deep into my mouth, hit the back of my throat, Jet after jet of his come filled my mouth. He throbbed, and still more dribble out. I captured it all, held it in my mouth. The camera was there of course recording every second. I opened my mouth for it, then swallowed, when I opened it again it was all gone. I swallowed all of his cum, and still wanted more.We were home. It had been a long, and hard ten days. Mum, or rather Linda had been working almost non stop for all of that time. And yesterday I’d fucked her. It had been inevitable We’d both known that at some point we’d fuck. The guy in the shoot couldn’t get it up, so I was picked by the director to step up. Mum had always said we should protect the secret. Secret and lies. My cock had never been harder, her cunt never so wet, her arse so tight. I’d fucked her hard, sadly I was sharing her, another guy, another cock. The cum though had been for her, as she looked up at me, through her long lashes. I came, erupting like a volcano, deep into her throat. She took it all, didn’t spill a drop. I came in a torrent. She loved it. And now we were home, and Linda was Mum once again. And tonight she had another booking. “So you don’t regret dropping out of uni, then Mark,” asked my buddy Josh. I’d known Josh since secondary school, then we’d both gone to uni, studying arts and media. He was still there.“No mate, not at all. I learned so much working for Gerry, and now even more working as a production assistant for this firm in London.” I said.“So how did you get it?” He asked.A difficult question. I was really working as a personal assistant to my Mum, who was now working as an adult model, and we all knew what that meant. I’d even been in a blue movie with her. But I wasn’t about to tell Josh I’d been filmed fucking my own mother.“It was that stage makeup course I did the other summer that swung it,” I said. We were interrupted by the door opening. It was my Mum. Josh’s eyes almost fell out of his head. She was only wearing a pair of little panties, very little. Little and ever so slightly squiffy. I was use to seeing her tits, Josh wasn’t. “Sorry boys, need a glass of water,” she said sleepily, disappearing into the kitchen, giving Josh a view of her shapely bum where her knickers had hiked up the crack of her arse. It was a lovely sight, one I enjoyed every time I saw it. A moment later she re emerged hold her glass.“Mark darling I’m going up for another hour, come and wake me will you, don’t want to be late tonight.” She said. We listened to her footsteps disappearing upstairs.“Fucking hell,” was all Josh could say.We’d arrived home late last night, from Warwick, where she had been booked for a two day shoot. They had been long days. During the last set one of the guys couldn’t get it up. A guy without a hard on was no use to anyone. I’d been volunteered to take his place. They’d already shot a lot of content using the guy. So I was filmed, my back to the camera, or my face out shot as far as was possible. Shot fucking Linda, the gorgeous model. The gorgeous, sexy model, who was also my mother. I’d fucked her in all her holes, and made her come, and then some. But I couldn’t tell Josh that either. Secret and lies. After that last shoot we’d gone to the after shoot party. Giselle, the director had asked Linda if she could fuck me. They always assumed Linda and I were an item, and in a way, we were. Giselle was a dirty cow, and screamed as I penetrated her, screamed again, when Linda found a vibrator, and tried to fit it up Giselle’s arse. Linda was drunk, and it was way too big. We’d all collapsed onto the sofa laughing, while all around the rest of the crew either fucked each other stupid, or drank themselves into a stupor. Some did both., including Linda, including Giselle.“I’m sorry darling,” Mum said. “I was half asleep, did I really walk in on you and Josh in just my knickers……what did he say?”“You really are an exhibitionist, what he said was fucking hell.”“Did you tell him you’ve fucked me?” She asked, sipping her coffee.“Of course I did, told him how you screamed when I put it up your arse.” I said.“Naughty, remember that was your Christmas, and birthday present,” she laughed.“I remember, but Christmas comes but once a year, same as I did, you on the other hand couldn’t stop coming.” I pointed out.“So you want to fuck me again? She asked, looking so fucking innocent, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her lovely mouth.“You know I do, but you unfortunately have a booking tonight, and we don’t have time.”“And of course, we are at home, and here I’m Mum. You can fuck Linda, but you can’t fuck Mummy, that would be so wrong,” she said in a husky whisper.She was right of course. At work anything went, at home she was still Mum, naked Mum true, one that would walk in my room when I was wanking, and watch, even open her pussy for me to get off. But Mum all the same.The shoot was outdoors. Gerry was the photographer, I’d modelled for him that first time, and then again, two days later, when he filmed me being fucked by a guy whose name I couldn’t remember. Mark had worked for him, and was there, capturing it all with a stills camera, as Gerry used his video. Tonight he would film me in the red light district, while Mark used the stills camera. There were five of us, all done up like tarts. Tarty makeup, tarty clothes, all for the website. Dressed like prostitutes, in the red like district. “Amy, is that you,” I said. She turned around, smiling.“Linda, great to see you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Is Mark here?”“Of course, he’s the stills cameraman tonight.” I told her. Mark had fucked her on a shoot, I caught them at it. I’d tasted her on his cock, and wanted too again. “So how’s work?” I asked her.“Alright, had a couple of stills shoots since I last saw you. Oh and thanks to you, I got a bonus and this booking.”I remembered. Remembered how I had made her almost come, fingered her. Not in the script, not what she had been hired to do. She was background, booked for a solo masturbation. My fingering her meant they had to pay her extra. “So we play the whore tonight. Are you booked for the second part tomorrow?” I asked her.“Yes, and I am nervous, but I need the money, spent my student grant, will they pay us some of the money tonight, do you think, only I haven’t got much money left after paying for the train, and I need to find a cheap hotel,” she said.I felt sorry for her. I’d been broke myself, knew what it was like. She was a nice girl.“Stay at ours tonight, we live a few miles away, anyway think about it,” I told her.“Ok ladies, listen in, these gents are your protection for the night, they will deal with any gentlemen who do not take no for an answer. The working girls and their pimps for that matter, are expecting us, so they won’t be the problem. Now lets try not to get arrested for soliciting,” Gerry laughed. The three heavies stood behind him, looking confident, cocky, black suits, Crombie overcoats, just like the nightclub doormen they were.“Bet I get more propositions’ than you do Amy,” I said to her.“Bet you don’t,” she replied.Linda looked sexy as hell, dressed in above the knee boots, and fishnet stockings. The stocking tops ended just below her leather skirt, which was so short, it was little more than a belt. A clingy black halter neck completed the outfit, her tits veiled behind the semi see through material. Her hair had been back combed, her makeup heavy, her lips red. Amy I saw wore even less, white thigh high pvc boots, a pair of latex shorts, that were brief, and had ridden up, a small, tight boob tube hide her breasts. Like Linda her hair was backcombed, and heavy with hairspray and volumeizer. The other girls were all in a similar state of undress. Dressed like street girls. Dressed to attract, attract customers. Customers who would pay for sex. Customers who tonight would be disappointed, the men in the black Crombie’s would make sure of that.The street was busy, cars drove slowly past, looking at the goods on offer, some would stop, and negotiations would take place. Girls were driven away, some to return a short while later. The area was shabby, light by neon signs, and the orange hue of the street lights. I saw Linda, standing near a street corner, one leg bent against a wall, in the classic pose of a whore. It wasn’t long before a car stopped, she leaned into the car, what was said, I didn’t know, Gerry filmed it from a van further up the road, I caught the encounter on my camera. The car suddenly roared off, and Linda returned to her place. Other girls walked the street, keeping close to the overcoats and the other models. A BMW drew up alongside Amy, the driver got out of the car, leaning on the bonnet as he tried to do business with her. As he got hot under the collar, an overcoat moved in, and sent him on his way, “fucking prick teaser,” he shouted. My camera snapped the action for about fifteen minutes, then it was time for a change of clothing in a nearby house. I photographed the girls as they ducked through the red door. “So, how many?” I asked Amy, a we both stripped off, ready for our next outfit.“Four, you?” Amy said.“Five, you should have done the BMW, you need the money,” I said cattily. “Bitch!” Amy said.We redressed, if you could call it being dressed. Amy and I were now in ankle boots, short latex mini skirts, and bustier, which are small corsets. Our breasts rested just inside them, a deep breath by either of us and they’d spill out. I was in red, she, in purple and black. I ran a finger along the length of her pussy, feeling the nylon thong that covered her pussy. We were back on the street, it was busier, girls illuminated by car headlamps, by the gaudy neon. An ambulance sped past, bathing everyone in blue.“How much for a blow job, blondie.”“Two hours, and I want anal slut,” – nice.“Come for drive, and we’ll have nice time, take the weight of those lovely legs.”“Two hundred sweetie, all yours, just get in.”I brushed them off, or just plain told them to fuck off. I glanced across at Amy, as she waved an overcoat over.Time to change again. This time we were going to be picked up, and driven away. We had been shown a photo of the guy we would go with. Given details of his car. An overcoat would give us confirmation. I was just wearing knickers and a bra under an open coat. My car arrived, it was the guy in the photo. The overcoat gave me the go ahead. I pretended to discuss the deal for the camera. Then I was in, and driven back. Amy arrived a short time later.“Well, how many?” I asked.“Twenty five,” she said. “Knew I’d beat you.”“Who said you’d won! I said.“Come on then, how many?”“Twenty five,” I laughed.“So a draw,” Amy said.“Would we make a good pair of whores do you think Mark?” Linda asked.We were home, where Linda would usually revert to being Mum, but Amy was there. So Mum would remain as Linda. “I thought you both looked great,” I replied.“That’s not what I asked.”“If you ever needed too, you’d fit right in, especially with that makeup, and hair,” I replied.“Would you pay to fuck us Mark?” Linda continued. “Would your friends?”“Josh definitely would pay to fuck you,” I said.“Then maybe you should pimp me to him, but what about Amy?” Linda teased.“Her too,” I said.“Next time Josh comes over, sell me to him,” Linda said.Amy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.“Whose Josh, some hunk?” She asked.“Just a friend,” I replied.Was Linda joking. Sometimes I wondered. Since becoming a model she had changed, and then some, or had she always been like this, keeping it hidden from me, always there, just under the surface. The days shoot had been long, and bloody hard work. I’d gone in early to help set the lighting, and arrange the sets. Five girls, three guys. A hot and sweaty shoot, not hardcore, but explicit. Gerry had decided he needed Linda and as it turned out Amy in for another day to finish the job, a couple of hours of hardcore fucking. It was booked for two days time. I needed to visit a financial advisor. My finances, always a mess, were still a mess. Only this time it was because of an excess of money, not the usual lack of it. She was professional, and suggested ways to reduce my tax bill. It would still be forty percent, that couldn’t be helped. She asked some hard questions.“What exactly is your occupation, I’ll need it for the tax return, when I file it.” She asked.I was dressed in a smart business suit, white blouse, close fitted jacket, and skirt which reached just below my knee. True I wore heels, underneath some very sexy underwear, green and black lace. Expensive, and why not, I could afford it. Beside my foot, as I sat facing her, across her desk was a Coco Channel handbag, a present to myself. An indulgence.“I’m a model,” I told her.“So you have lots of outgoing then, good, we can claim those back. I’ll need receipts……”The meeting went on, even more uncomfortable questions.“Look Josh mate, I can’t, sorry,” I said my friend.“Come on, you can’t be that busy, I mean its Angie fucking Freeman.”I thought it over. There had been a time when I would have given my right arm for a hour with Angie, not even that, ten minutes would have done.“Sorry, but I’m working.”“Pull a sicky, who would know?” Josh argued.“Josh, I just can’t……….” We were interrupted as Mum arrived home. She looked so fucking gorgeous. The suit made her look fantastic, elegant, in a secretary sort of way. My cock stiffened as she walked in.“Hello boys, Josh how nice to see you again.” She said in that sexy voice she used when she wanted something.“Where’s Amy?” She asked.“Doing a quick job for Gerry,” I replied.“Josh, have you met Amy?” She asked.“Amy, no, who’s Amy?” Josh asked.“Mark, are you keeping her to yourself. Tutt tutt. Amy, Josh is a model, just like me.”Josh was momentarily struck dumb.“A model, you really?” Josh asked, “but when, where?”“Mark, haven’t you shown Josh any of my photo’s?”“No Mum, of course not.” I replied.I had been keeping Mum’s modelling a secret. I knew eventually people would find out, a quick internet search would find her. The website she worked for was promoting her hard. She knew it was inevitable.I powered up the computer, and found a file with some of her stills photo’s. I showed Josh, as Mum looked over his shoulder.“Fucking hell, you look awesome,” he enthused.“Come on Mark, show him some of the naughty ones,” Mum said.I was looking for the file when Amy arrived back from Gerry’s.“Josh, this is Amy,” Mum introduced her. “Amy is a model as well, Mark will show you some of her.Josh gulped “hello.”I was enjoying myself. Naughty I knew. Mark’s friend hadn’t done anything to make me tease him so, but he’d find out about my modelling sooner, rather than later. “Wow, oh my God, is that really you two, together?” Josh asked, looking at a photo Mark had taken of me, as I fingered Amy at the shoot in Warwick. “Are you shocked Josh, she had a nice pussy, and it tastes like you wouldn‘t believe.” I said. “You clearly like what you see.”Josh blushed, as I made reference to his evident hard on.“And Mark takes the photo’s?” Josh managed to asked.“He does, he is my PA, and will soon be my manager.” I told him. “Fucking hell,” Josh said, again.“Want to have a look, see the real thing,” I teased.“Really?” Josh said softly.I unbuttoned my jacket, threw it on the chair, then unzipped my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles, where I carefully stepped out of it.“More,” I asked him.He could only nod. The financial advisor had suggested I employ a manager, a way of saving myself some tax. A manager would need expenses, expensive to be used against my tax bill. I asked if my son would be an acceptable choice. She told me it would. My question was would Mark make hard choices, would he shrink away from business decisions because I was his Mum. This was a little test, of him, as well as myself. Could I let him make decisions for me, about me. He needed to be able to sell me, possibly to the highest bidder, my contract wouldn’t last forever, there were other ways of making money, which the advisor had hinted at, besides modelling, he’d need to find others who would buy my body, my face in ways I hadn’t yet considered.“Well if you want to see more, of me, or Amy, you need to negotiate with Mark.” I said. I knew Amy would go along with whatever happened, especially if it involved cash. “Well Josh, you heard what Linda said, want to see the goods,” Mark asked.“Fuck yeah,” he replied.“Ok, then a hundred to see her naked, another hundred to see Amy.” Mark said.“I’ll pay a hundred to see your Mum, but fifty for Amy.” Josh offered.“Make it seventy five for Amy, and you have a deal, but cash now,” Mark said.“Done.” I smiled, Mark seemed willing to make decisions, at least here.I stood by Amy, “you ok with this,” I asked her so the boys couldn‘t hear.“Yeah, I need the money, but is Mark really your son?” She asked.“He is, our secret, your shocked?” I asked her.“No, not shocked. I guessed when I saw a photo of you both on the fridge door last night.”I watched as Mum unbuttoned her blouse, as Amy pushed the shoulder straps of her dress from her shoulders, the dress falling to the floor. They stood in their lingerie, my cock stirred, even though I’d seen them both many times, fucked them both. But it was Mum who really did it for me. Mum bent her arms behind her, unclipping her bra. Josh took a sharp intake of breath as her breasts sprang free. I didn’t blame him.“Take your panties off,” Josh said suddenly finding his voice.I smiled at him, he looked like the cat that had got the cream.I turned around, and pulled my knickers down, giving him a view of my arse. Amy beside me lowered her thong, slowly. I wiggled my hips. Then together we turned. I looked at Josh, at Mark. Both were hard, my son and his friend.“Worth the money Josh?” I asked.He could only nod.I walked to Mark, and whispered in his ear. He stiffened, looked at me hard.“You’re sure?”“Mark, I need a manager, someone who will look out for my interests. Decide what jobs I should take, and make it happen. Don’t ask me, otherwise what’s the point of having a manager.”I turned away from her. Turned to Josh. “Josh, my friend, you like what you see. Fabulous aren’t they. I bet you would like to fuck her, wouldn’t you. We’ve often talked about it. Now’s your opportunity.”There I’d said it. I was pimping my mother, or trying to.“I want to, how much?” Josh asked straightaway.I though about it. Josh’s father was loaded, he made sure Josh had a generous allowance.“An hour, seven fifty.” I said. “If you want longer, or both of them we can talk.” I said.“Seven hundred and fifty quid, that’s a lot for an hour.” Josh said.“A reasonable price, and you know it.” I said. “Cash of course.”“Cash! I don’t have that much on me.” Josh said.“Shame.” I replied.“Alright, alright, look here’ my divers watch, as a surety.”“Done.” The watch was worth at least three grand.I watched as my mate was led upstairs by my Mum wearing just her heels, suspenders and stockings her bare arse so inviting. I wondered if he’d fuck her arse. Wondered and was jealous, jealous of my friend fucking my mother. “Well Mark, if you can pimp me to Josh, you are the man I’m looking for. I want you to manage me.”“You can manage me as well Mark,” Amy put in. “As well as your Mum!”“You’re sure, both of you?”“Yes, we both chimed. We’ll need to talk about what work we‘ll do, you’ll have ideas of course. Right now we need a board meeting.” I said.Amy and Mark both looked at me, questioning.“The king size in my room would be ideal I think.”I lay on my bed, with Amy. I still wore my suspender belt, and stockings, and of course my heels. Amy was just naked. I rolled over, and kissed her, as Mark quickly stripped off, his cock hardening, sprung from his black boxer shorts. I felt him on the bed beside me, I turned towards him, taking his cock in my mouth, I wrapped my tongue around it, then pulled away.“I can taste Amy on this young man!” I said.“Well you didn’t expect us to do nothing while Josh fucked you, did you Mum?”I smiled at him, “no of course not, and he was such a polite boy. Will I be seeing him again do you think?”“You will, he wants a threesome with you both, do want to know how much he’s paying?” Mark asked us.“No darling, we trust you not to sell us cheaply, now fuck me.”“Yes Mum.”I rolled on top of him, feeling his hard cock trapped between us. I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth. I felt a hand slip between us, Amy’s. She found his cock, then guided it into my wet pussy, first slipping her finger inside me. As I sunk down onto Marks erection, I watched her lick her fingers dry.“Mmm, nice, Linda and come.” Amy said. “Here Linda, taste this.”Amy straddled my face, and lowered her cunt onto me. She had a beautiful pussy, waxed and smooth, and tidy, her inner lips only just visible through her outer lips, unlike mine, which protruded when I was excited. I tasted her. I liked it, liked her juices, mixed with the salty taste of Marks come. I licked her, lapping it all up, then move onto her clit, as Mark fucked me hard, making my face bump into her wetness. God he was hard. Hard and big. I was coming, he always made me come quickly. It built within me, then like a tsunami burst over me. I arched my back, as he thrust his cock deep inside me. Amy ground down onto my face, her cunt making my face wet. She came as my tongue did its work, I heard her groan with pleasure, and that made me come again. We swapped over, and I watched my son fuck her from behind, then positioned myself so she could use her tongue on my aching pussy. He had stamina, and even though he had come inside Amy as Josh had fucked me, he couldn’t last forever.“I’m coming Mum, do you want it?”I did. He came in my mouth, not the first time he had done so, but the first time he had called me Mum as he did it…

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