Michael tries to convince his mother to make pornographic videos to post online to earn money.

Author's Note:

This is a true story that Michael and Emma asked me to write about them making mother and son porn videos.

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"Well, this is it," said Emma. "I'm out of a job again," she said slamming her pocketbook down on the kitchen chair and her briefcase on the kitchen table. "I'm sick to death of the abusive, sexual shit that I must take from men who want to have sex with me. Sometimes, I wish I was born a man. Sometimes, I wish I was fat and ugly instead of sexy and beautiful," said Michael's mother.

Sorry that she was so upset, Michael walked over to his mother and hugged her. Not wanting to let her go, he held her longer than necessary and longer than he should. As if she was his girlfriend or his lover instead of his mother, he loved hugging her as much as he loved holding her. Hugging his mother sexually released his pheromones. Guilty in the way that he looked at her, he wished he could have sex with her.

She felt good in his arms. With his father no longer in the picture, he was the man of the house now. He was all she had. Only, he wanted his mother sexually in the way that no son should sexually want their mother.

It took all the self-control he had not to kiss her, French kiss her, while reaching down to fondle her round, firm ass and dry hump her. Something he sexually fantasized about doing and masturbated over doing, he wished he could make out with his mother. Only, he didn't dare.

He didn't want to ruin the loving mother and son relationship they enjoyed by making a sexual pass at her. Seemingly, every one of her bosses in all the places she worked made sexual passes at her. Every one of her bosses wanted to fuck her and wanted her to suck them.

While masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her, if ever he found someone to love, he'd want someone who looked like his mother. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. He only wished she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother.

"Tell me all about it, Mom. What happened this time?"

Emma wiped tears from her eyes with a tissue.

"Same thing. My boss hit on me for the last time and I threatened to tell his wife," she said with hurt. "Always grabbing my ass and groping my breasts, if he didn't stop pressuring me for sex and sexually touching me, I threatened to sue him," she said with anger.

Michael looked angry that his mother couldn't feel safe at her jobs without being sexually terrorized by her employers.

"Asshole," he said.

She looked up at her son with tear filled eyes.

"Running scared by my threats with the #MeTwo Movement still in the news, instead of stopping his bad behavior, he fired me," she said looking at her son while crying. "He said it was cutbacks but I know better. He has a record of firing women who he slept with and/or women who refused to give him sex," she said.

Michael looked at his mother with shock. Even though he knew better, he needed to ask her the question anyway.

"Did you sleep with him?"

She looked up at him with a wrinkled brow.

"God no," she said. "Of course, not. I'd never have sex with a married man. If ever I did, I'd be no better than your father when he cheated on me with that married whore of a woman who was young enough to be his daughter."

He looked at her with anger.

"Did he sexually assault you? I'll go down there right now and beat the crap out of him," said Michael.

She laughed.

"He tried to get me to have sex with him but I wouldn't put up with his shit. He sexually assaulted every woman who worked for him. Besides, you'd never get by security, especially with that angry face. Furthermore, he gave me hush money to stay quiet. Instead of only giving me two-weeks' pay, he gave me three-months' severance pay. That's enough to get us by if we're careful and if I find another job right away," she said.

Michael looked at his mother with sadness.

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"It's not a good time for me either. I was let go today, too. My company, United States Manufacturing, Inc., opened a factory in China years ago and now are doing more manufacturing there than here. They should change the name of the company from United States Manufacturing, Inc. to Chinese Manufacturing, Inc.," said her son with a smug laugh while hanging his head in shame. "What are we going to do for money?"

He looked at his mother with concern.

"Between my severance pay and what I have in the savings and checking accounts, until we both find jobs, we have enough money for six-months' rent, if we cancel cable and the Internet," said Emma.

Michael looked at his mother with panic.

"I'm not cancelling cable, Mom. It's nearly football season and I need the internet," said Michael while thinking of all the pornographic videos he'd miss watching every day.

She nodded her head while thinking.

"You could sell your car. There are a lot of people who'd buy a new, low mileage, Mustang GT," she said with hopefulness. "Besides with the both of us not working, we don't need two cars."

Michael made a pained face as if she had just knifed him.

"I'm not selling my car, Mom. I'd never get what I paid for it. Besides, I'd have to pay the bank back first before I sold it. I'd end up with nothing and no car."

Emma looked at her son with resoluteness.

"We'll have to cut costs other ways, then. I can stop my Yoga lessons and you can fire your personal trainer," she said. "Instead of wasting money on take-out food, I'll cook all of our meals."

He made another pained face while holding his stomach.

"You have a lot of talents, mother, but cooking is not one of them," he said with a laugh.

She laughed, too, and pushed at his muscular shoulder with her hand.

"Shut up," she said. "I can learn how to cook by watching online videos."

He laughed.

"Not if we cancel the Internet."

She looked around the kitchen while thinking.

"We can make our own coffee instead of going to Starbucks every morning," she said. "I'd have to buy a coffeemaker," she said as if talking to herself. "And we can stop the newspaper delivery. We get most of our news online anyway."

She looked around her apartment.

"We can sell some of these things. We have plenty of stuff to sell. We have lots of junk that we don't use," she said. "We can sell all of your exercise equipment."

He shook his head from side-to-side.

"If I'm cancelling my gym membership, I'll need my exercise equipment to work out, Mom," said Michael.

She picked up the newspaper and opened it up to the classified job section.

"First thing tomorrow, I'll look for a new job but I seriously doubt if my boss will give me a reference," she said. "There aren't a lot of job openings for a forty-something-year-old woman. Everyone wants twenty-something-year-old employees because they pay them less money."

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Suddenly, he had an idea. Something he had always wanted to do but now with the both of them unemployed, this was the perfect time to try it. As if telling her that he wanted to join the Army, which he had already done before, he sat with his mother at the kitchen table.

"I have an idea how to make money while working from home," he said.

Obviously, something she always wanted to do, work from home, Emma looked at her son with interest.

"Working from home?" Emma perked up with interest. "You do? How? Working from home would be my dream job," she said giving him a motherly smile. "I'd love to earn a living without having to leave the house."

He took her hand in his as if he was going to propose marriage. Hoping she'd say yes; a big gamble to take, he took a leap of faith that she would say yes. He looked deeply in her big, blue eyes and pushed back a long strand of her lush, blonde hair that fell in front of her eyes while watching her reaction before announcing his plan.

"I want to start our own business making videos and posting them online. I already have all the equipment, cameras, video equipment, and screens. I don't need to buy anything. I have everything here," he said.

Emma looked at her son with excitement.

"Videos? What kind of videos," she asked? "Nature videos? Dogs are good to video. Everyone loves dogs, cats, and horses, too," she said nodding her beautiful head while smiling and showing her naiveté. "What about children? Children say and do the funniest things. We can make videos of them, too."

He smiled at his mother.

"Um, no, mother. Those aren't the kind of videos I want to make. I don't want to make nature videos nor do I want to make videos of dogs, cats, horses, or children," he said while pausing to stare at her. Taken by her beauty, she was so beautiful. "I want to make videos of us. I want to make videos of our everyday life and of us doing ordinary things," he said while easing into what the videos were really about.

Still holding hands, she made a face of confusion mixed with curious interest. She continued playing with his fingers while he imagined she was fingering the head of his erect prick.

"Videos of us? Seriously? Who would pay us to watch a video of us doing ordinary things, such as laundry, cooking, cleaning, and housework? It sounds like one of those boring movies that Andy Warhol used to make in the 60's and that no one paid to see," she said with a laugh.

Knowing that she'd be a hard sell, Michael looked at his mother with hopefulness.

"It's a porn video. I want to make porn videos. We'd make porn movies, Mother," he said.

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Something he'd love to do, put her hand on his cock, she pulled her hand away as if he had tried to put her hand on his erect prick.

"Porn movies?" She gave him that judgmental look that only a mother can give her son. "How can we make porn movies? It cost money to make porn movies." She looked confused. "We'd need to hire and pay actors to act and writers to write. Besides, that's a nasty business to do from home, especially for a mother and her son. What would our neighbors think? I'd be embarrassed by actors walking around me naked," she said. "We'd have to rent a studio and we don't have the money for that," she said.

Michael smiled at his mother.

"Instead of renting a studio, we work from home. Instead of hiring writers, we write out own scripts. Instead of hiring actors, we, um, play the roles ourselves," he said staring at his mother while watching for her reaction again.

Emma looked at her son as if he had been drinking.

"Play the roles ourselves? What do you mean, play the roles ourselves?" She looked at him with shocked surprise. "What roles are we going to play in a porn video," she asked with a nervous laugh?

Knowing she'd never make a porn video, especially with him, yet hoping that he could convince her to at least try, he stared at his mother while watching her reaction. He'd love to see his mother naked while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love his mother to see him naked while she touched and felt him everywhere. He'd love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.

"A lot of horny men would pay good money to watch you naked in a porn movie, Mom," he said.

She looked at him as if he was insane.

"Me naked? I'm your mother. Have some respect," she said glaring at him. "Uh, uh, no way. I'm not going to get naked for you to post a naked video of me online. Are you crazy? Someone will recognize me. Besides, who's going to film that? You?"

He nodded his head.

"Yes," he said.

She made a sour face as if she had just swallowed a bug.

"Michael. I love you but I'm your mother and you're my son. I'd never get naked in front of my own son," she said with moral dignity. "Eww. That's so gross. That's so nasty. Get that out of your head right now, Mr. You will never see me naked. Never. Not ever," said Emma. "I'd be so embarrassed."

As if he knew something that she didn't know and, of course, he did. He laughed.

"It's no big deal, Mom," he said taking a big breath for courage before making his confession. "Besides," he said with a long pause before admitting his naughtiness. "I've already seen you in your panties and bra, topless, and naked, plenty of times before," he said.

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She looked at him as if trying to remember when he would have seen her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked.

"You have? I don't remember that. I'd remember you seeing me in my panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. When did you see me without my clothes?"

She looked at him with curiosity mixed with sexual arousal.

"When have you ever seen me in my panties and bra, topless, and/or naked? Then, she looked at him with disappointment mixed with betrayal. "That time I came home drunk on my 40th birthday from the CFNM strip show that my friends took me to see, did you strip me naked and film me while I was sleeping?"

He hung his head in shame.

"No, I'd never strip you naked without your permission, Mom. Besides, this was years ago. When I was 18-years-old and going through my masturbation phase and used to expose myself to you while making my cock flashes look accidental," he said with guilt.

She laughed.

"I knew you were deliberately flashing me," she said with a dirty laugh. "Flashing your mother was part of you growing into a man."

He looked at her with a pained expression by what he was about to now confess.

"I, um, installed a video camera in your bedroom," he said. "The video was fed to my computer and I'd masturbate myself while watching you undress for bed and dress for work."

She looked at him wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open. She grabbed her collar as if preventing from giving him a down-blouse view of the tops of her exposed breasts, her cleavage, and her bra.

"You what? Oh, no you didn't. Oh, my God. How could you? Why would you? I'm your mother and you're my son. That's perverted. That's incestuous," she said. "I can't believe you videotaped me without my clothes. I can't believe you masturbated over your own mother," she said. "What's wrong with you?"

He hung his head in shame again.

"I see that now but back then, with me always so horny, it was my sexual fantasy to have, um, incestuous sex with you," he confessed.

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Sex with me? You wanted to have sex with me? Your own mother?" She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him. "Why?"

He gave her a nervous, little grin.

"Why?" He laughed. "Just look at you. You're beautiful and you're sexy. No one has a mother who looks like you," he said pausing as if rethinking what he was about to confess. "Actually, I still want to have sex with you, Mom."

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She made a sour face.

"So that's your big, business plan? You make mother and son pornographic movies and post them online," she said angrily. "You make movies of you having incestuous sex with your mother and me having incestuous sex with my son? Is that it? Is this really a business plan or is it just your way to have sex with your mother under the guise of working from home and making money?"

He nodded his head while shrugging his broad shoulders.

"If we can get beyond the fact that we're mother and son, we can make a lot of money, Mom. We can make better and more believable videos because we are mother and son," he said.

Obviously, willing to at least listen to him, she looked at him as if she was considering it.

"How would we even start?"

He leaned forward to take her hand in his hand again.

"We start slow. We test the water with a video of you undressing in your bedroom," he said. "If that does well, if we make some money with it, then we'll make more videos."

She shrugged her innocent question.

"Oh, God. Bad enough that you videotaped me naked but now you want my permission to videotape me undressing to post online for men to masturbate over my naked image," she said. She paused as if she was considering stripping herself naked. "After we post that test video, if they've already seen me naked, what other videos could we possible make to maintain their interest," she asked with interest?

'Now, we're talking,' he thought.

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He smiled as if he already had it figured out and he did.

"Continuing to go slow, until we build a following, we can make a video of you taking a bath and/or of you masturbating," he said.

She made her another disapproving face as if she had swallowed a bug again.

"Eww," she said. "Bad enough you want me to take a bath on camera but you want to video me masturbating too. Would I act as if I'm having a sexual orgasm or would I really masturbate myself and have a real sexual orgasm on camera," she asked with an attitude?

He smiled at the innocence of his mother.

"It would work better if you really masturbated yourself and had a real sexual orgasm on camera," he said.

Ready to tell her more ideas, he continued.

"We can make one of you in the backyard in your bikini playing Marco Polo with me before relaxing on the chaise lounge while I put suntan lotion on you and masturbate you," he said.

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind again.

"What? Really? Seriously? You'd masturbate me on camera? You'd masturbate your own mother? You'd rub my clit while fingerfucking my pussy?"

He already had an erection from thinking about his mother undressing on camera, masturbating herself, and from the thoughts of him masturbating her.

"God, yes," he said with a perverted laugh. "I'd fondle your big tits and finger your erect nipples, too."

She looked at him with a much curiosity as she looked at him with sexual arousal.

"What else? What other videos could we make that people would buy?"

That she was getting into the spirit of making porn videos, ready to tell her everything, he held nothing back.

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"We can make a video of us kissing, French kissing. We can make a video of you stroking my cock and sucking my cock. Videos of mothers sucking their sons' cocks sell very well," he said nodding his head as if he needed that extra bit of head movement to sell her. "Of course, a big part of the video would be of me cumming in your mouth and all over your face," he said daring himself to say."

No longer making a sick face, she suddenly looked sexually aroused by the thought of making out with her son. She suddenly looked as if she as looking forward to stroking and blowing him and him cumming in her mouth.

"Would I have to swallow your cum, my son's cum?"

He nodded his head.

"Adding realism, it's better if you swallowed my cum, Mom," he said with a dirty laugh.

Obviously making one another horny, while he fingered his growing erection through his pants and underwear, she felt her breasts and fingered her emerging nipples through her blouse and bra.

"I suppose, if you're making a video of me blowing you, you'd want to make one of you eating me. Tell me and be honest," she said while looking at him with sexual arousal. "Would you eat your mother? Would you finger your mother's pussy while licking your mother's cunt?"

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"Oh, God, yes, Mom. Of course. I'd love nothing more than to give you oral sex," he said.

He paused to look at the reaction of his mother.

"Then, after we make a video of you blowing me and me eating you, after I give you a sexual orgasm with my fingers and my tongue, we can make a video of us making love before fucking," he said pausing as if rethinking what he was about to say.

Emma looked at her son as if she was swooning with sexual delight. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.

"I've always wanted to make love to you, Mom. I've always wanted to fuck you," he said rubbing her hand with his fingers. "I've always wanted to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock."