Tiffany was 20 years old when she married "Celebrity Larry," a self-made millionaire whose chain of used car stores made him a household name in several cities in the Southwest. They met on a beach near Panama City, Florida, while Tiffany and her friends were waiting in line for ice cream. Larry approached her and offered to buy her a car if she would go out with him. His offer was outrageous, but it was enough to catch Tiffany's attention.

　　Larry showered Tiffany with gifts and money, and he wasn't bad looking and wasn't bad in bed either. After six months of dating, Larry proposed to her with a three-carat emerald-cut diamond engagement ring. They flew to Las Vegas and got married within 48 hours of the proposal. The newlyweds were happy, in love, and had an active sex life.

　　Larry was forty years old at the time and already owned ten used car dealerships from Houston to Phoenix. He specialized in high-end used cars, but he never used the word "used car" on any occasion. His dealerships only sold "used sports and luxury cars," and they sold in large quantities. BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar, Lexus, Range Rover, Maserati, Cadillac, you name the car, he had it, or if the price was right, he would help you get it. Tiffany quickly got used to the luxurious life that Larry's business brought her.

　　Tiffany had an extraordinary body. She was five feet eight, weighed 140 pounds, had dark red hair, green eyes, 38E natural breasts, a tiny waist and round buttocks, and had been driving men crazy for years. A few years later, her friend told her that she could pass for the double of actress Christina Hendricks in Mad Men.

　　Tiffany and Larry soon had their only son, Ben, who was born a year after their marriage.

　　After Ben was born, the couple decided not to have any more children, mainly because Tiffany felt that one child was too much for her. Larry had a vasectomy after Ben was born to put the matter to rest. Tiffany and Larry's sex life began to wane when Ben entered high school. Larry was in his fifties and was mostly busy with his expanding car business, and he also had a twenty-four-year-old mistress. Sex with Tiffany became less important to him, and Tiffany began to settle for romance novels, erotica, and masturbation with a vibrator.

　　Ben got into a lot of trouble in high school, smoking marijuana, drinking, skipping classes, and graduating with a 2.8 GPA, even though he was very smart and capable of getting higher grades. He was lucky to get into a selective college in California. Putting aside his poor performance in high school, Larry and Tiffany were proud of their son and made sure his first year of college was as stress-free as possible. Ben's father not only paid for his college tuition, but also gave him a $40,000 spending account to buy clothes, attend football games, and other social and miscellaneous expenses.

　　Ben's parents sent him off to school with high hopes. He had all the resources he needed to succeed in his freshman year. Everyone had high hopes for the handsome son of "Celebrity Larry."

　　But a year later, Larry and Tiffany flew back home with their son in despair.

　　Ben spent all of his $40,000 on marijuana, alcohol, car trips, and taking friends to fancy restaurants. His father checked his grades online and was shocked to find that his son had received three "Ds," two "Fs," and a "fail" for skipping classes. Larry was ashamed of his son. If his grades were good, money wouldn't be a problem. He had envisioned Ben becoming a lawyer or getting an MBA and helping with the business. Not only did he have bad grades, he wasted tens of thousands of his father's money and gained nothing.

　　Now, Ben is back home in his spacious bedroom, fresh off a failed freshman year. He's unemployed, has no plans for the future, and few friends. Luckily, he still has his friend Alex. Ben often chats with Alex after returning home from school. Alex chose to take a gap year before going back to college, and during his gap year, he discovered a great way to make money.

　　"Let me get my head around this, Alex, you and Tyler have been making videos and selling them on this site?"

　　The two friends were browsing an amateur porn site called "Hot Amateurs" on Alex's laptop. It was a site that specialized in selling high-quality homemade porn videos that customers could purchase via a one-time download to their computer. Alex and his girlfriend Taylor had been selling videos on the site and making a lot of money.

　　"How much does one of your videos cost?" Ben's interest was piqued; to the 19-year-old, it sounded like easy money.

　　"It depends. They take about 50 percent of every sale because they handle the website, payment processing, advertising, and pretty much all the other logistics."

　　"So, you're just responsible for recording?" Ben confirmed.

　　"Yes. Sometimes we took turns holding the camera, but there were also times when we used a tripod, and one time we had someone else record us, and that was our best video."

　　"Who's holding the camera?" Ben was completely fascinated by his friend's new career.

　　"It was a woman who responded to our online ad."

　　Alex continued, "Tyler and I have over thirty videos. Some are long videos, like 30 minutes of sex, and some are short videos of Tyler, or me masturbating, or just quick videos of the two of us. We charge $20 for the short videos. The longer ones are $30 to $50, depending on what we do."

　　"Every video?" Ben asked.

　　"Yes, but once they download it, it's theirs," Alex confirmed.

　　"How many did you sell?"

　　"As of a few days ago, there were more than 7,400."

　　Ben paused and calculated, "You made about $150,000 in eight months?" Ben couldn't believe what he heard.

　　"No, it took us about six months… and the money is still coming in because the videos are still being sold and downloaded."

　　Alex pulled out his laptop and showed him his personal account on the site, which had information about video statistics, earnings, and other similar data. He played a video of Taylor masturbating, which he sold for $22.

　　"She's hot, man," Ben gave Alex a fist pump.

　　"Thanks."

　　Ben watched as Taylor walked into a purple room with a black and white beanbag chair in the center. She slumped down in the chair and lifted her skirt to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy. She spread her legs and began to rub her clit as the camera very slowly zoomed in on her pussy. She made it sound like it was her brother holding the camera and they were doing some kind of role play. The video only lasted about 15 minutes and ended with her squirting onto the floor as she orgasmed.

　　"Wow! So if I want that video, I can just download it to my computer?" Ben asked.

　　"Yes, after you purchase it with a credit card or online payment service."

　　"22 bucks...you made 11 bucks?"

　　"From every sale, Ben." Alex scrolled over a link and looked at his video list.

　　"We sold one hundred and thirty-three downloads of this video alone, and it only took us about thirty minutes of work. That's over a thousand dollars for less than thirty minutes of work."

　　Ben was shocked. The money seemed too good to be true. He flipped through the rest of their videos while Alex showed him around. Ben thought Taylor had a great body and could do mainstream porn if she wanted. Alex was well muscled and had a big cock. It was about eight inches long and thick like a log. It wasn't an accident that their videos sold so well.

　　Ben noticed that his own cock was longer and looked bigger than Alex's. He was also thin and slightly taller than Alex. Ben thought of various possibilities.

　　"I can do that, Alex." He closed Alex's computer.

　　"Of course, you can do that, but before you do that, you better be aware of the fact that your naked body will pop up on free porn sites on the Internet. Before you post any kind of video, you have to make sure you are comfortable with millions of people seeing your naked body."

　　Ben took a moment to think about his friend's words.

　　"Why is it on a free porn site?"

　　"A lot of people will upload videos to free sites after they buy them. You can contact these free sites and they will take them down, but it still happens."

　　"If I hide my face in the video, will that mean no one can recognize me?"

　　"They probably wouldn't sell well. If you had a gimmick, like you're wearing the mask because you fucked someone's wife, or some other gimmick, maybe that would work. Most of the videos I've seen with masks or blurred faces fall into the 'cheating wife' and 'incest role play' categories."

　　"Incest? Is this true?" Ben didn't believe his friend.

　　"Yes, there are a lot of couples who pretend they are related and do fantasy role-play videos. Some show their faces, but some don't. According to the data on the website, they are the best sellers."

　　"But there are hundreds of membership-based porn sites where people can join for twenty bucks and download dozens or even hundreds of videos for that price. Why would anyone want to browse hot amateur videos?"

　　"Because of the content. There is a huge market for the content the site offers: private shows, unique amateurs, viewer requested content and fantasies, especially incest roleplay. Most membership sites and even free porn sites don't allow incest roleplay videos to be uploaded. They allow stepfamily fantasies but not biological family fantasies. It's stupid, but it's true." Alex explained the whole situation about the content and membership sites.

　　"How do you know all this? I mean, you and Taylor were making a boyfriend-girlfriend video."

　　"No, Ben, we do brother-sister, father-daughter, and mother-son fantasy videos. Mainstream sex videos don't make that much money."

　　"But neither of you are old enough to pretend to be a father or mother."

　　"There are ways to fix that, and you're right, it's better to have a bigger age difference. However, our mother-son videos still sell the best. This is a POV shot with me holding the camera. You can only see my cock, so you can't tell how big it is. It's just a fantasy anyway."

　　Ben watched a few of Alex and Tyler's videos and understood the appeal. They made the most of the role-playing experience. The two friends discussed the business of recording videos for another hour before Alex went home.

　　After Alex left, Ben lay in bed, thinking about Alex and Tyler's video business. This was exactly the kind of easy money venture that attracted him. He could be his own boss, make a living by having sex, and still make a lot of money. He just needed a few things: a camera, a female model or girlfriend willing to pose, and a scene. He knew he could do this.

　　"Ben? Come down for dinner!" Ben's mother Tiffany called him downstairs.

　　Tiffany remained devoted to her son in the face of his father's ridicule and utter disappointment, and always defended him when he wanted him to leave the house. She felt sorry for Ben, and actually enjoyed having him around. She was also a little angry that Ben took for granted everything that had been freely given to him in his life. Tiffany was a lonely woman, mostly because of her husband's lifestyle, but also because of her introverted personality.

　　Ben was working on a digital video camera, and when he heard his mother calling him, he turned off his computer, hurried downstairs, and ran into the kitchen.

　　"Hey, Mom." Ben sat at the large white marble counter in the kitchen.

　　His mother wore white shorts, white high-heeled sandals, and a navy blue top that showed a little cleavage. She had her hair tied up in a bun, and the ivory skin on her neck contrasted nicely with her deep red hair. Ben loved watching his mother work in the kitchen. She loved wearing shorts, short skirts, and dresses that showed off her sexy legs and ass. Her tits were so big and full that they were out of this world; they were just the right amount of droopy so that they looked natural, but firm enough to stick out from her body. He came multiple times just thinking about her big tits. Ben still actively fantasized about his mother.

　　"Where's Dad?" Ben looked around for his father.

　　"He's visiting the Dallas store. Sales were record high again this month, so he's thinking about buying more land and moving into a bigger building. He'll probably be gone for a few weeks. You should give him a call and see how things are going."

　　"He doesn't want to hear from me. He ignored me the two weeks I was back. He even cut off my phone. I have no money, Mom!"

　　"He's mad, Ben. He told me not to give you a penny. He said you had to get a job and start saving money. We're all very disappointed, Ben."

　　"I know, I screwed up." Ben looked down at the marble countertop.

　　"I'm glad you've realized that. Let's try to find you a good job this week. Also, please contact your father. You should try to get back into his good graces."

　　"Okay, I'll talk to him when he gets back."

　　Tiffany brought her son some tortillas and salsa and began cleaning the countertop near the stove.

　　Ben watched his mother bend over to put the dishes in the dishwasher. He looked down her upper body as she bent over in front of him to place the dishes. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she moved.

　　She's fucking hot. Ben comes home after not seeing his mom for nearly a year and remembers how hot she is. She's the sexiest woman he's ever laid eyes on.

　　After dinner, Ben returned to his room and found a local store that had the camera he wanted to buy. Alex gave him a few models that were good for HD, but none of them were cheap. The model he wanted would cost about two thousand dollars. It would be an excellent camera for what he wanted to do. Now, all he needed was to get the money.

　　Ben's bedroom was upstairs, opposite his parents' master bedroom. He went downstairs and asked his mother if there was any way he could get two thousand dollars from her, or ask her to buy the camera directly. If he couldn't get money from his mother, he would have to find a job to save money to buy the camera.

　　Larry and Tiffany's home was just over 8,000 square feet, and was called a "mini mansion" by Ben's high school classmates. As he walked down the hallway to the stairs and finally to his mother's master bedroom, he noticed several places he could film, as long as he had a camera. Ben walked into the master bedroom and found his mother walking from the bathroom into the bedroom wrapped in a towel.

　　"Ben! Knock when you come in!" She jerked back and then tiptoed across the room to get her robe from the closet. Ben watched as she nearly jumped out of her towel, but to his disappointment, her body remained uncovered. She emerged from the closet in her robe, which held her curvaceous body tightly.

　　"I'm sorry, Mom." Ben pretended to cover his eyes.

　　He had come close to seeing his mother naked a few times in his life, but had never actually seen her in revealing, everyday clothing. Two years ago, he had often spied on his mother when his father was not home. She loved walking around the house in clothes that flattered her figure, which provided Ben with plenty of masturbatory material, but he wanted to see her without clothes, which had never really happened. Ben was caught peeking into her room and was told that if he did it again, he would be sent to military boarding school.

　　"What do you want to do!" Tiffany shouted angrily.

　　Now is not a good time to ask for money, but if Ben wants to start making a lot of money, he must start recording immediately. He not only wants living expenses, but also wants to pay back his father's hard-earned money and eventually use the money he earns to pay for his own college education. This is an ambitious idea.

　　"Mom, I have a chance to make a lot of money, but I need some start-up capital."

　　"No, Ben, your dad said not to give you money. You need to get a job or use the last of the money in your account. I'm just curious, what do you want the money for?"

　　"I need a camera to shoot video for a project. This project will make me a lot of money."

　　"I can't give you money, not even if I could. Your father said that under no circumstances can you be given a penny." Tiffany was in no mood to play games, especially after Ben's intrusion.

　　Ben knew that when it came to money, his mother would never make any big concessions without his father's approval.

　　"Wait, I still have money in my account? I thought Dad closed it?"

　　"No, he just stopped giving you money. Your account is still open."

　　Ben quickly ran upstairs and checked his bank account online.

　　"Shit, yeah, $2675.66. More than enough!"

　　Ben quickly drove to the electronics store before it closed and returned with his camera. He spent the evening watching how-to videos online. The next day, Ben looked for inspiration for a video on amateur porn sites. He visited the "Hot Amateurs" site several times and gained a better understanding of the content they offered. They sold every kind of adult content you could think of, and a lot of content Ben had never even realized existed.

　　Ben noticed that the most popular categories, based on the number of videos offered, were "MILF" and "Incest Role Play." He wondered how he could enter videos in these categories and maximize his sales potential. He immediately thought of his own mom. He would love to make videos of his mom.

　　"She's just too perfect," he thought. But he knew his mom. She had been unhappy with both his dad and Ben's college life for the past year. Even in ideal circumstances, she wouldn't allow anyone to take a picture of her, let alone a video of her body. At home, she might wear sexy clothes, but in public, she was always careful to show her body.

　　Ben set up an account on the site and entered his bank information to use the direct deposit feature. It took him two hours to finally get everything set up enough to even think about recording.

　　Now that he was more comfortable with the camera, he wanted to try uploading a video to see if he could sell it. He wanted to try to film a video of his mom voyeur. Unfortunately, she was in the room with the door closed, and he wanted to film something right away. So he decided to film a video of him masturbating alone. He remembered Alex saying he had some videos of himself masturbating. Ben figured he could sell at least a few of those videos, too, since he had a big cock and a nice body.

　　He set up his camera on a tripod he found in the hall closet and pointed it at the brown leather love seat against the wall in the room, across from the door. He made sure the camera was in focus and set correctly for the available light in the scene. He had to bring in a floor lamp and a table lamp from the hall to make sure the first take wasn't too dark.

　　Ben went to the bathroom and greased his cock with Vaseline. He wanted to look more handsome, so he combed his short black hair and used some hairspray to make it look just right.

　　Ben sets the camera to shoot from behind, then enters the scene from the side, completely naked. He sits with his long, tanned legs spread apart. His cock is only about half erect, so he tugs on it, bringing it to its full length and width, straight and long and thick.

　　He looked directly into the camera and began stroking his engorged penis. He thought about how many people would watch his videos and how much money he would make. He fantasized about other people watching him masturbate and it turned him on. After a few minutes of masturbating in front of the camera, he was ready to cum.

　　Ben knelt on the floor, hovering over the towel he was going to splatter with cum. He wanted to make a good scene and shoot a big load of cum. He was thinking that he needed to climax slowly for the camera.

　　His breathing became more and more rapid, and he pumped faster and faster... He grabbed the base of his penis near the scrotum and squeezed it hard, while pumping the upper part of the penis. The head of his cock became darker red. The semen began to flow freely, and then he felt the semen shoot out of his penis like a rocket. That was it. He felt a huge spurt of semen spurting out of his tight sac, and he tilted his cock slightly upward to achieve the best ejaculation trajectory.

　　"Puff, puff, puff…"

　　Just then, his bedroom door suddenly opened: "Ben, I made some lunch, come on...Oh my God, Ben!"

　　His mother burst in, and their eyes met as she set down the basket of dirty clothes.

　　Ben crouched there, frozen. Tiffany, eyes wide with surprise, stood just to the right of the camera staring at him.

　　"Oh, Ben! Put it away right now!" Tiffany stood about 10 feet in front of her son with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short red skirt that went about four inches above her knees, matching open-toed high heels, red nail polish, and a white T-shirt that accentuated her large breasts. She looked sexy as hell... just what Ben needed at that moment.

　　He opened his mouth wide, thrust his cock, and stared at his mother intently.

　　"Ohhhh, shit!"

　　Ben's cock exploded, gushing a thick stream of cum across the towel and onto the carpet, landing right on Mom's open-toed high heels. Tiffany gasped in response, covering her mouth in horror.

　　Ben turned his head back and deliberately stroked his gushing penis. He grunted and fired a second pale bullet.

　　"You stop right now, young man," Tiffany scolded, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her index finger at her son.

　　"...Fuck..." was Ben's only response as he continued to pump his cock in his orgasm. Ben's mom coming into the room had an interesting effect on him. He was jerking off and she saw his big cock, which turned him on very much. He didn't back off and cover up, like he had done the year before when this happened. Instead, he continued to stroke his cock boldly in front of her, looking her up and down as if she was the only one he cared about.

　　Tiffany stood right in front of her son, watching him not even try to hide his huge penis from her. He seemed to be looking at her body while he was masturbating. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch, and she felt a stinging pain in her lower body.

　　Finally, after shooting his massive load of semen for his mother's open heart, Ben collapsed into the love chair, exhausted; his cock still leaking and throbbing in his grasp.

　　"Damn it, Ben! How could you masturbate in front of me? What's wrong with you?" Tiffany put her hands on her hips and looked at the scene below. As her eyes swept over the stained towel, she couldn't help but marvel at the amount of semen her son had discharged.

　　Did Larry have that much sperm? She couldn't remember.

　　Her eyes moved to her son. He lay there, panting in post-orgasmic bliss. His cock was still in her hand, but it didn't look like it had lost much of its hardness. It was a pretty big penis, if she really looked at it. If she looked closely, it might even be the biggest she had ever seen.

　　"I...I..." Ben stuttered, his eyes half closed.

　　"Look at this mess. I guess I have to clean it up, right!"

　　Tiffany turned and rushed out of his room. She didn't want to see her son like this anymore. Ben sat back down and took a breath. Then he stood up and turned off the camera.

　　"You're going to pay for this," he warned himself as he put on his shorts. He placed the towel on the floor for his mother to pick up.

　　Tiffany sat downstairs in the living room off the kitchen. She was angry. She was upset to see her son's penis, big and hard and still ejaculating. It reminded her of Larry's penis, only much bigger. It also reminded her of how little attention she had received from her husband, who hadn't shown any interest in her in a long time. She knew Jamie was his new young girlfriend, but she didn't want to divorce him or give up her lavish lifestyle, so she put up with his infidelity.

　　Thinking about her past marriage, she recalled Larry's compliments to her and how much she loved them. There had been a time when he couldn't stand being away from her for more than a day at a time. There had been times in their marriage when he would stay home and make love to her all day. They would lie naked by the pool on their downtime and make love over and over again. She missed that time so much. Tiffany felt like she was in her prime and she wanted to be a sexy wife again. Seeing her son masturbating reminded her of how boring her life had become and made her very angry at her husband.

　　"Ben? I'm here," she yelled.

　　Shit, here I go again. Ben dreaded the conversation he was about to have. He hovered in the living room doorway, looking at her from behind and slightly above as she sat on the couch. He couldn't help but stare at her deep, soft cleavage, which was accentuated by his angle above her. Even though he had just orgasmed, his cock was still stiff against his shorts.

　　Tiffany felt him looming behind her, so she turned slightly and faced away from him. "Come on, Ben, sit down," she instructed, patting the sofa next to her.

　　Ben sat down next to his mother, leaning sideways. As she sat waiting for him to take his seat, he noticed her glancing at his crotch.

　　Tiffany clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees. "First, I want to apologize for barging into your bedroom like that. I should have knocked. I'm sure you're used to having your privacy while you're away at school, and you never had to worry about your mom catching you masturbating... uh... in your private moments."

　　There was a brief pause as she gathered her thoughts.

　　In the brief silence, Ben awkwardly blurted out, "It's okay, Mom. I should have locked the door. I'm embarrassed, too. I'm sorry."

　　Tiffany raised her hand slightly, silencing him. She wasn't sure she believed her son was embarrassed. He wasn't trying to control himself. In fact, he seemed to be doing it in front of her on purpose. He wasn't even trying to cover himself up before he ejaculated into her.

　　Tiffany continued softly, "Let me finish. Secondly, I am disturbed and bothered by the fact that when you saw me, you continued to masturbate, and not only did you not try to hide it, but you looked at me as if I was the one you were masturbating to! What the hell is going on, Ben?"

　　Now, she wants answers from her son.

　　"Why did you set up a new camera in your room? Are you filming yourself?"

　　"That's a tripod, Mom. I put it on the tripod to see if it would work with the camera." Ben lied. He had to lie, he wasn't going to let his mom know about his plan. He knew she wouldn't approve, especially if she found out he wanted to film her and her sexy body.

　　Tiffany sat quietly beside her son, staring straight ahead for a moment. She had to remind herself that he was only 19 years old, and he was in his own room. She felt that she had said everything that needed to be said about this matter.

　　"Okay, you have to be more careful from now on. Let's put this behind us and go get lunch." Tiffany leaned over to kiss her son and noticed a bulge in his shorts. She thought he still looked hard. Her face flushed as her eyes rested on the obvious tent.

　　Is Ben attractive to me? she wondered. She pushed the thought aside and looked away from his crotch. Tiffany leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

　　Ben wiped the wet kiss off his cheek and continued to lie on the couch, enjoying the smell of his mother's perfume after she left him. He loved the way she smelled, and when she was close like that, he inhaled her unique, very feminine scent.

　　After their conversation, Tiffany and Ben sat in the kitchen dining area and ate sandwiches.

　　"What project are you shooting with your camera?" Ben's mom was curious. The camera she saw looked expensive.

　　"Selling videos and shooting commercials for a video production company." Ben lied again.

　　"Why would anyone buy video footage from you? I mean, no offense, Ben, but you just bought this camera last night, and you've never shown any interest in it before."

　　Tiffany was deeply skeptical of her son's new job. She thought he was more likely to make gimmicky YouTube videos or something like that. She gathered their dishes and put them in the sink.

　　"You're going to be surprised, Mom. Wait and see," Ben said as he chewed the last of his meal. He watched his mom stride over to the sink, admiring her sexy legs and tiny waist as she moved around the kitchen. He reached over and gave his cock a squeeze.

　　"Thanks for lunch, Mom. I'm going to go upstairs and learn more about cameras." Ben stood up, rubbing his penis on his shorts without hesitation, and watched his mother bend down to load the dishwasher.

　　While in college, he missed staring at his mother's round, plump ass. It always made him wonder what her vagina looked like.

　　"Okay, Ben. I'll be waiting for you by the pool if you need me."

　　Ben stared at her butt and thought of his mother's favorite swimsuit: a bright red bikini. He longed to see her in it.

　　Tiffany's iconic swimsuit is also Ben's favorite. The color of the bikini makes her pale skin and emerald eyes stand out. Of course, it also highlights her large, hanging breasts and firm, voluptuous figure.

　　When Ben heard that his mother was going to lie by the pool, he quickly ran back to his room. He quickly changed into his swimsuit and prepared his camera. If he was lucky, he could take some beautiful photos of his mother by the pool.

　　After Tiffany finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went to the bedroom to change. She put on her red bikini and rubbed sunscreen on her long, white legs, which were always toned from running on the treadmill every day. She applied the milky white sunscreen to her torso and routinely applied it to her large breasts. After fully covering her body and face, she entered the pool area through the door of the master bedroom.

　　Ben walked to the other side of the house, eager to film his curvaceous mom in her miniskirt. He fiddled with his camera and waited for her on the chaise longue. He was excited about having a great idea for his first video. He planned to use his mom as the subject for an incest role play scene.

　　Tiffany spread her blue and white striped towel on the cushioned lounge chair. She adjusted her position to face the sun, then put on her sunglasses, lay down, and put her headphones in her ears. She could finally enjoy the warmth of the sun and the little color brought by the SPF50.

　　Ben stood inside the house and used the light-colored windows facing the pool to his advantage. From experience, he knew that the sunlight was very bright during the day. People outside by the pool could not see clearly what people inside were doing, while people inside could clearly see the activities outside.

　　He set up the camera three feet off the ground and pointed it at his mother lying outside the window. He stood by the window, just a few feet away from where his mother lay outside the window. He pulled his cock and balls out of his suit and pulled them out of his waistband. He squeezed his fat cock and looked at his mother. His cock was almost erect. His mother stretched out her body, blocking the entire view of the camera. He hit the power button and then hit the record button, freezing his prone mother in the shot. Ben was confident in the settings and he held his cock and got into the shot. He began to jerk off in front of the camera, slightly to the side, with his mother as the central subject.

　　Ben focused the camera on his mother's body. She lay almost motionless, with only her breasts rising and falling slightly as she relaxed her breathing. Her large breasts looked soft and inviting in the bright sunlight. Ben stared at her beautiful face and her full, thick lips, which were painted a glossy red to match her red outfit. Tiffany sat up slightly and adjusted her top. Ben watched as she lifted her shoulder straps, lifting her breasts and pressing them together. He imagined her bare breasts covered in his cum.

　　That was all. A few minutes later, Ben's back arched, his entire body out of frame except for his erect penis, and he aimed at her figure on the other side of the window and fired.

　　"Mmmmm!" He grunted briefly, and the first stream of semen splashed on the window. He stroked it a few times, grunted again, and shot a second stream of semen onto the glass surface. As he ejaculated on the window, he watched the image of his mother become blurred.

　　He walked back to the camera, checked the footage, and stopped recording. Ben packed up and went upstairs to begin the long work of figuring out the editing and uploading process that would be necessary to his goal.

　　He sat down at his desk, put the memory card into his laptop, and opened the file. The image in the video was crystal clear: his mother, lying on her back in bed, her huge breasts parted and slightly pulled to the sides in the cups of her bikini top, her beautiful white legs gleaming in the afternoon sun; she was so perfect.

　　Ben's role in the video is less impressive. The camera isn't very clearly focused on him, so his masturbation and orgasm are somewhat blurred and in the background. In fact, it's hard to tell if he's even ejaculated. This doesn't bother him too much, as his semen production is much less, as it's only been about 90 minutes since his last orgasm. The audio of him talking to himself about how sexy his mom is is good, which gives him a certain level of satisfaction. After reviewing the footage, he saves the video and then opens the masturbation video from that morning.

　　Apparently, he got lucky recording the initial scenes in his bedroom. The clarity was excellent. The distance from the camera was just right. "I looked huge in there!" Ben was delighted.

　　He watches himself masturbating. He sees himself sliding off the love seat and facing the towel, ready to cum. Suddenly, Ben in the video looks up at something off-camera. Tiffany enters the frame, putting down the laundry and making a gasping sound. Tiffany's voice is clear as she admonishes her son as he cums.

　　"Shit, was I really jerking off when Mom walked into the room?" Ben was impressed by the authenticity of the video, probably because it was a very real experience that happened to be caught on camera. He was also impressed by the amount of cum he produced. Maybe it was the angle, or the contrast with the dark towel he was wearing, but the amount of cum he produced was so large that it almost looked fake.

　　After an hour of experimenting, Ben figured out how to connect the two video files using software he found online. He decided to merge the two videos, first showing the one by the pool, then the other one where she caught him. He uploaded the two footage as one 20-minute video and titled it "Mom Drives Me Crazy." While editing the video, he was delighted to find that the video showed the son secretly masturbating to his hot mother by the pool. He switched the two clips in the video, recording a shot of him going upstairs to his room in his suit, and then the clip showed the scene on the couch that he had recorded earlier in the day. He didn't masturbate for long in this part of the video, so when his mom came in, it looked like she came in from the pool. She might not have been wearing a red bikini, but he didn't think that detail was important. It turned out much better than he thought it would since it was his first try.

　　He uploaded the video and saw it was marked "pending review." He filled in the price and uploaded a 15-second trailer as a preview. The uploading process was easy, but the editing was the hardest. He decided that as he got more familiar with the process, he would get better at it.

　　After uploading the video, Ben had no idea how long it would take for the site to review it, so he forgot about the video for a while and focused on the next scene and how to get more footage of his mom. Unfortunately, he didn't see much of his mom for the rest of the day.

　　The next day, Ben was hoping for a chance to get more footage. He wore a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. He was naked underneath the shorts in case there was a chance he could record himself jacking off to his mom. He wanted her to be dressed sexy. He was looking for a video to upload and sell, any video. His new theme would be sons jacking off to their sexy moms while she was busy around the house. He went downstairs with his camera in the hopes of secretly recording his mom in her sexy outfit. He was not disappointed.

　　Ben walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Tiffany was putting away the dishes. She was getting ready to run on the treadmill and do yoga, and had already dressed for her workouts. Her outfit immediately caught Ben's attention, and he placed his camera on the counter and pressed the record button.

　　Tiffany was putting clean cups on a high shelf. Ben made sure the camera caught her round ass in her tight black yoga pants as she reached out. She turned to face Ben and leaned forward without looking up to remove more clean dishes from the dishwasher.

　　"Good morning, dear." She picked up a heavy pot and greeted her son. "Your father called last night and wanted me to..."

　　Ben turned his mother's voice away and checked the scene through the viewfinder. "Damn it," he muttered.

　　Tiffany was wearing a black and yellow sportive tank top. The top clung to her slender torso and stomach, but was clearly not designed to fit her massive breasts. Ben stared through the camera at the opening of her neck, marveling at the deep cleavage that this angle allowed. Her breasts were squeezed together and tilted upward, highlighting the broad tops of her creamy white breasts that spilled out seductively. Ben watched her hanging breasts sway as she moved, fighting the urge to press his face directly into the gap between them. His mom's breasts were the sexiest he had ever seen, and his teenage cock quickly became erect at the sight.

　　"…remind you to clean up the shed. Are you busy?"

　　Ben didn't hear her question clearly.

　　At this moment, she looked up and saw him looking at her through the camera. Tiffany frowned.

　　"Hey, are you even listening to me?"

　　"I...I..." Ben was caught red-handed. He adjusted his erection while trying to act casual to avoid his mother's sight under the counter.

　　"Okay. What are you doing?" Tiffany sighed deeply and stood up to face Ben and his camera. "Give me the camera, young man," she said sternly, holding out a hand.

　　"It's not on, Mom, it's just sitting on the counter."

　　Before he could pick up the camera and go back to the room, Tiffany took the camera off the countertop.

　　"Mom, don't…!"

　　Tiffany stopped the camera and replayed the video for a few seconds. She was shocked to see the camera focusing on her exposed cleavage.

　　Ben's thoughts raced as he waited for her reaction.

　　"You recorded me in my workout clothes just to get a shot of my boobs? Oh my god! Ben, this is inappropriate! What the hell is going on?"

　　"It's for a project, Mom." Ben tried to sound convincing, and he wasn't exactly lying.

　　Tiffany looked at her son and instinctively pulled her shirt up, still holding the camera. "Typical perverted man," she thought, disgusted at her son's invasion of her privacy.

　　Luckily, Ben didn't delete anything.

　　Tiffany didn't know where to start. "A project? What kind of project would require you to secretly record your mother exposing her breasts?"

　　"It's a long story." Ben lowered his head dejectedly.

　　She walked back to the bedroom with the camera in her hand and complained, "I'm going to keep this camera until I decide what to do with you. You can't be trusted, Ben."

　　"Mom! You can't do this! I need that camera!" He hurriedly chased after her.

　　But it was too late. Tiffany closed the door in his face and locked it behind her. She leaned against the door, overwhelmed by the rage. At that moment, she felt something else, an extra thought. She had a picture of her son stroking his big cock. The way his eyes lit up when she approached him, the way he deliberately finished in front of her, spraying his cum everywhere. And his cock...his big hard cock...

　　What's wrong with me? Tiffany shook her head, trying to somehow erase the image of her son masturbating. But she failed.

　　On the other side of the door, Ben leaned against it, just like his mother. His head was shaking. Anger, fear, and despair welled up in him. He needed that camera, and he wanted to know how he could get out of this situation.

　　He racked his brain and couldn't come up with any excuse or plea to get his camera back. He went back to his room to check the status of the video he had posted online.

　　Suspecting that Ben had taken other photos and videos of her, Tiffany accessed the files on the camera's memory card and viewed all the videos he had recorded on the small display. She found three videos, one from today and two from yesterday. She chose the oldest one.

　　It was a scene in Ben's bedroom. She watched her son enter the frame naked and immediately wanted to stop, but then she thought better of it and continued watching. Her mind was filled with a mixture of curiosity, anger and disappointment. She watched Ben sit down and eagerly began to masturbate. She became furious when she realized he had lied to her that the camera was off. Even though she knew how the clip ended, she continued watching it, and her heart leaped with excitement when she saw herself enter the frame and then watched Ben ejaculate. His big cock once again spurted thick sperm at her from across the room.

　　When the clip ended, she selected the second clip. To her surprise, this one showed her on her back in a bikini. She again resisted the urge to stop the video. A blurry figure entered the background, separated from her by a window. Although the image was not completely clear, she could still tell it was Ben watching her masturbate. She continued to watch Ben cum again, and then the video stopped.

　　She sat there, considering her options. She felt a strong sense of rage, but also a strange excitement. Her young son was clearly lusting after her, and being the object of male affection always excited Tiffany. She decided to release it in a sweat.

　　Tiffany left her room and went to the spare bedroom they had converted into a gym, where she began her workout: forty minutes on the treadmill and twenty minutes of yoga stretches. Ben was on her mind. What "program" was he talking about? She doubled down on the last part of her run, sweating. Her curiosity was growing, and she couldn't just leave it at that. She decided to talk to her son after her workout.

　　Ben logged into his account on the Hot Amateurs website and was shocked to see that not only had his video been uploaded, but that he had eight people requesting future scenes, twelve people commenting on the trailer, and one hundred and ten downloads. After the website took a fifty percent commission, he had made over a thousand dollars in just a few hours after the video was posted! He was excited, but also nervous that his mom would take his camera away. Without it, his only income would be from the video he uploaded. He had to find a way to convince her to return the camera.

　　Tiffany showered and got dressed. She couldn't stop thinking about her son filming her masturbating. The thought disgusted her, but to her frustration, she couldn't get the video out of her mind.

　　Tiffany focused her attention on her son as she picked out a white, long-sleeved beach shirt with a deep "V" neckline. The light-colored top meant she could only wear a light-colored bra so it wouldn't show through the shirt. She found a lacy white bra she owned and put it on. She knew it was too small for her large breasts, but it was the only light-colored bra she had that matched the shirt. Tiffany pulled up her beach shirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

　　Although she was angry about her son sexualizing her and filming her without her permission, she chose to wear a very provocative outfit. The tiny bra formed a large bulge of breast flesh at the bottom of the V-neck. She also wore white shorts that were too short to wear in public. The contradiction between her stern attitude and the sexy outfit she wore did not go unnoticed by her.

　　I'm going to get this straight now. She walked to her son's bedroom and knocked loudly on the door. She didn't want to surprise him again this time.

　　"Come in, Mom." Ben minimized the laptop screen.

　　Tiffany stormed in, furious. "Ben, I want you to explain what this project you've been working on is, and why you're filming me?" she yelled at him. "I want answers, and I want them now!"

　　Ben watched his mom walk in, his jaw nearly dropping as she angrily strode in. Her big tits were showing even more in this outfit, not to mention her bare thighs.

　　He looked her over from head to toe for a moment and shook his head. "Damn, she's hot," he thought, then met her stern gaze and replied, "Well, you see, this... this doesn't have to be about you in particular, Mom, it's just that I... there has to be someone else besides myself, and you-" He hesitated, not wanting to give his mother too much information.

　　"My what?" Tiffany questioned her son. "Say it, Ben," she added impatiently.

　　"You're..." Ben paused, his eyes breaking her angry glare and falling on her. "You're...hot. You know that. Of course you know that, Mom." Ben looked at the way his mom was dressed and wanted to take out his cock and jerk off in front of her again. Her body was absolutely incredible.

　　Tiffany sighed and held her temper. She changed her position and now stood with her arms crossed, looking as sexy as ever, with plenty of cleavage showing above her crossed hands, and she tapped one foot angrily. Even this movement made her soft cleavage jiggle obscenely. Ben had gotten to the point where he thought that no clothing she owned would make her look unsexy. His cock swelled in his shorts.

　　"Okay, what's the project?" she asked impatiently.

　　"Just sell the video to people who want to see it." Ben was sitting on the couch in the room, looking up at his mother. His penis was almost fully erect, sticking straight up under his shorts. He moved his body slightly, raised his hips, and presented his erect penis to his mother. It was impossible to miss. At that moment, Ben thought about what it would feel like to have sex with his mother.

　　"What kind of video?" Tiffany asked, growing increasingly annoyed by Ben's vague responses. It was also hard for her not to look down at the area rising higher in his shorts.

　　"Anything is possible, I guess..." Ben was now staring at his mother's tits.

　　"Nonsense. Okay... see this camera?" She took out the camcorder. "It's gone. I'm not even going to get my money back. I'm going to smash it to pieces. You still want to play games? I'll take your car too." Tiffany held the expensive camera menacingly, as if she was going to throw it to the ground.

　　Ben waved his hands in front of him. "Mom, Mom, Mom. Wait! Okay, I'll tell you. But before you react, listen to me." Ben sat up. He knew when his mom was serious, and this was it.

　　Ben needed to be honest with his mom. It was obvious that he couldn't do what he wanted to do if she didn't know what was going on. He just hoped she wouldn't keep his camera and tell his dad.

　　"Do you know Alex Morgan?" he asked.

　　Tiffany nodded impatiently and gestured "go on".

　　"He and his girlfriend Taylor told me they made a lot of money selling videos of themselves online." Ben sat up on the couch and leaned forward toward his mother.

　　Tiffany guessed what was going on. She pulled out a chair behind the desk in the corner and sat there, listening carefully.

　　"Their videos started out simple," Ben explained, "...nudity, kissing and stuff like that, and now they're doing a lot more, but they're making thousands and thousands of dollars, ma. It's enough to be a good paying job for both of them, and they only have to deal with each other, no producers or any of the dirty people."

　　Ben paused to gauge his mother's reaction.

　　"Well, that's their choice, Ben," she replied, her tone flat, "I expected a little more from you." Tiffany was not impressed.

　　"Mom, I'm probably going to make all the money for college and the forty thousand bucks I spent pretty soon. I want to give it back to you and Dad. I want to make up for it all," Ben said sincerely. What he didn't tell his mom was that he wanted her to be involved, both on camera and off.

　　Tiffany was upset by her son's words. She expected him to say that he was only recording her show for personal reasons and not because of a burgeoning career. She didn't expect this, but decided to reason with him instead of showing her disappointment.

　　"Ben, you're a smart young man with a lot of potential. I know you just need to find the motivation." She began enthusiastically. Tiffany walked over and sat next to her son. "I don't understand this video, Ben. You want to sell your masturbation video to make money? Only gays watch this kind of thing." She felt that she made sense.

　　"This isn't my plan, Mom. It's just the only thing I can do right now."

　　"Well, I don't think you can sell a videotape for ten dollars, let alone tens of thousands of dollars." She said disdainfully. Tiffany was about to dissuade him, but found that a cunning smile suddenly appeared on his face.

　　"It's too late, I already made two thousand dollars for that crappy little video I made."

　　Tiffany scoffed, "No way."

　　"You don't believe me? Okay, Mom. I'll show you, but you have to promise not to freak out." Ben opened his laptop. He maximized his profile page and turned the computer toward her, but quickly turned it back.

　　"You promise? Don't get crazy?" he emphasized again.

　　Tiffany bit her lip, not liking this. She shook her head reluctantly.

　　"Okay, I won't go crazy. But you'd better show me something. It'd better be good."

　　Ben tilted the computer so she could see it clearly.

　　"See this? This is the title." He pointed to the top corner. "This is the number of downloads. This is the price per download, and these are the requests and reviews."

　　Tiffany reached across her son's thighs and took the computer from him. She took a moment to adjust her orientation and carefully examine the web page.

　　"'Mom drives me crazy'? That's your title? Ben, what the hell is this video?"

　　She placed her cursor over the thumbnail and a few preview images flashed in the small frame, showing her in a bikini by the pool.

　　"This is...you uploaded the video of me by the pool?" She felt her face flush.

　　Tiffany's fury only grew. Not only had he recorded a video of her in a very revealing swimsuit, he had uploaded it to the Internet, where, at least in theory, it would never go away.

　　"I can explain, but it might be awkward," Ben warned.

　　"Is it more embarrassing than this?" Tiffany wanted more information. She didn't believe her son would have such an idea. She wanted more answers.

　　"Easy, Mom. You promised me." Ben placed his hand on hers, which was resting on the touchpad, and moved it over. He wanted her to see it, so he could get his camera back. As long as he had the camera, he would have a chance to upload more videos.

　　"Okay, here you go. See those categories? Scroll down and see how many videos there are in each category."

　　Tiffany pulled back and let Ben click. He showed Mom all the available download categories. Anal, BBW, Big Cock, Big Tits... He showed her all the categories.

　　"Now, if we sort by popularity..." Ben clicked and filtered. The two most popular categories by far were at the top.

　　"MILF and incest role play," Ben said with satisfaction.

　　Tiffany hadn't come to his room with the intention of seeing anything like this. Her mind was racing as she watched all sorts of lewd images flash across the screen. Naked women on webcams, graphic sex positions, even pornographic ads filled the screen.

　　"White people's vaginas are stuffed with big black cocks - Ben, this is disgusting." Tiffany shook her head slowly.

　　"See, I'm targeting the most popular categories - MILF and Incest. You're nearby... and you fit both of those criteria... so..." he said suggestively.

　　"So you think it's okay to sneak around and record me without my consent and post it for any stranger to see?" She paused for emphasis, then shook her head. "Ben, I don't know what to do with you. You're doing this to pay us back, and I appreciate that, but you can't tell your father how you got the money, so what's the point?"

　　Whatever his motives, Tiffany could not tolerate her son participating in such activities.

　　"Oh, come on, Mom! I just told him I was working on digital cameras. He hates computers and technology and doesn't question me at all."

　　Tiffany paused. He had a point. Larry even hated using the text messaging feature on his phone.

　　"Um... okay... well, that might be true, but you'll have to find another video subject. If I ever catch you filming me without my permission again, I'll smash the camera with a hammer and tell your dad everything you did."

　　Ben hadn't expected this reaction and realized he had to tread carefully.

　　"Can I keep the footage I've used so far?" Ben was really taking a chance, but he needed to keep that footage. It was already making money.

　　Tiffany thought about it. Although she was angry, the damage was done. So they should be paid for it. She hated her son for putting her in this situation. She began to feel that he could not act normally and he would always be a troublemaker.

　　She sighed. "You can keep it, but it's already sold outside..." Tiffany stood up, looked back at her son sitting next to her, and shook her index finger at him: "...but if you record me without my permission again, there will be no hope."

　　Ben's eyes were fixed on his mother's dangling cleavage hanging in front of him. He nodded stupidly, then raised his eyes to meet hers.

　　"I'm sorry, Mom. I won't record you again without your permission," he said sincerely. He hoped his mother would feel better.

　　She turned and went downstairs for lunch. Ben looked at her butt in her shorts. He could see the seam disappearing into her crotch, leaving part of her butt exposed.

　　Tiffany paused at the door of Ben's room. "Maybe next time, okay, Ben?" she said sweetly, and then left.

　　Ben watched his mother's hips sway as she left the room. He took a deep breath and sighed. If she could just pose for my video, this would be a piece of cake.

　　Ben was relieved to have walked out of a crisis with his camera... and his videos. Although he was a little surprised that his mom seemed to accept that he was going to make his own adult videos, he felt better knowing that she had the openness to understand what he was doing.

　　But there was one thing that stuck with him. Something she'd said. That "Maybe next time." Why had she said that? It seemed to Ben that it left the door open for her to play a role in some future video. He hoped his hunch was right.

　　Ben spent the next thirty minutes responding to messages from the website. Not wanting to cause any more trouble, he left his mother alone for the rest of the day. Later in the afternoon, he called Alex.

　　"What do you think of the video?" Ben emailed Alex the video.

　　"That looks pretty good, Ben, at least for a jerk-off video. I'm surprised it's so well done," Alex told his friend honestly. Compared to the other videos on the site, this one was pretty dull.

　　"Wait, why are you surprised at how well it worked?" Ben asked.

　　"Maybe 'surprising' is too strong a word. I guess I underestimated how popular incest role-play videos would be." Alex was now positive about Ben. In fact, he thought the video fell into the "solo" category.

　　"Actually, I was surprised too, but some commenters complained that there weren't enough mom shots. They were expecting more," Ben admitted.

　　"That makes sense, she's hot," Alex commented. "But if she doesn't do it anymore, you're going to have to find someone else to play your mom. Don't even think about asking Taylor. We don't do it with anyone else." Alex didn't want Ben to have sex with his girlfriend.

　　"I have a few choices," Ben lied. He didn't have anyone in mind, but he knew Alex wouldn't know.

　　"Okay, great." Alex ended the call.

　　After a frustrating conversation with Alex, Ben went online and searched for some escort girls to try to solve his problem of not having any female models. He messaged several women and asked about filming videos. He would have to pay them, but this would solve his problem.

　　The next morning, Ben woke up to three messages from several of the escorts he had contacted. He made the subject matter about paid video modeling, not sex in adult films. He was smart enough to know they wouldn't agree to discuss sex transactions with strangers online. One of the women didn't do videos. Another wanted a percentage of the revenue from any film she modeled in, but she was very interested in the prospect.

　　Ben found this reassuring, but he needed to work out the financial details before signing any escort girl. He needed to shoot several videos for this model, so he would need at least a few thousand dollars in cash before he could pay for the video shoots. He wasn't interested in giving the model a percentage of the earnings because that sounded like a hassle and would likely require some kind of contract.

　　In the meantime, he needed to think about another video to earn more cash for the escort he planned to work with. Ben put on a pair of thin running shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed his camera, and went downstairs for breakfast.

　　Tiffany spent the night thinking about her son and his situation. She thought about what he was about to do and how it could ruin his life. If he hadn't been a difficult guy as a teenager and a problem as a young adult, she probably wouldn't have agreed to conspire with him to make this adult film. Although it was disturbing, it was a plan and from what she saw, he had the potential to make a lot of money. She comforted herself by thinking that it was most likely just a show and after he posted a few videos, he would abandon the plan and move on to something else.

　　Tiffany decided to buy the video from the website and download it to her laptop without telling Ben. She did so without giving it much thought.

　　"I guess I should have a copy of this video, just in case," she said to herself. After entering her payment information, she set up the video download and went to bed.

　　The next morning, she stood at the kitchen stove, making oatmeal for herself and Ben. As she looked down at the stove, stirring the oatmeal to check its consistency, she noticed that her nipples had hardened, forming two noticeable bulges on her large breasts through the thin T-shirt.

　　"Why am I not wearing a bra this morning? This is ridiculous!" she thought to herself, how could she have forgotten such a routine dress. She never went braless in front of anyone except Larry.

　　Ben came in and sat down on a stool in front of the counter. "Good morning, Mom." He placed the camera on the counter, pointing it away from Mom to make her feel more at ease.

　　"Good morning, Ben. Did you sleep well?" Tiffany was busy stirring her oatmeal and looked like she had just stepped off the set of an X-rated photo shoot.

　　Ben resisted the urge to record another video to capture her stunning look, but he still mentally recorded every detail. His mom was wearing a pair of tight tan shorts and a sky blue cotton t-shirt that hugged her ample breasts. He could tell right away that his mom wasn't wearing a bra because her sagging breasts swung heavily as she worked in the kitchen. Her nipples formed two large protrusions that protruded about a quarter inch from her shirt. Blue canvas shoes, open toed, and pink nail polish completed her look.

　　Ben responded, "Great! I've been talking to Alex about the website." Ben was stroking his penis through his thin shorts under the counter. He had thought his mother would dress more conservatively now that she knew he was eyeing her. But she seemed to be doing the opposite, and he couldn't figure out why. After all, she seemed almost always mad at him.

　　"What did he say?" She didn't like Alex, and her tone reflected that.

　　"He said I needed to hire a model for future video work. I already knew that, but he reminded me."

　　Tiffany didn't like having other people involved in her son's "project." She could foresee legal issues and other troubles that would come with getting more people involved.

　　"Do you think this is a good idea?" Tiffany spooned oatmeal into two bowls, one for herself and one for Ben.

　　He stared at his mother intently, still playing with his hidden penis. "I have no choice unless I find a girlfriend soon."

　　Ben thinks about his next video and what he's going to do. He doesn't have to do much to surpass his first work. His plan is to start slowly, introducing more nudity and sex in each new clip if possible. He wants to make a few related videos, like a series, not just a bunch of standalone videos. He knows that the key to success in the niche he's in is a strong plot and familiar characters. Of course, none of this would be possible if he didn't find an actress willing to star in his videos.

　　Watching the sexy mom hustling around in the kitchen, it occurred to him that Mom could play a role in his videos that she might be okay with, at least for the next few videos, which would be tame. The thought got him even harder. He sat back in his chair, watching the sexiest MILF he had ever seen jumping around in the kitchen. He couldn't help but keep stroking his cock, making his own cock fully erect.

　　Tiffany had been thinking about it too. This whole thing had moved faster than she had thought. Now he was talking about hiring prostitutes to star in his videos with him. She needed a way to turn the tide.

　　"Can't you just keep doing what you... you know..." She blushed as she recalled watching her son masturbate, then managed to blurt out, "...what you did in the first movie?"

　　"I was thinking something like that." Ben knew he needed her help or he would have to change the video category to "Solo/Masturbation" or "Gay," which were the worst performance categories on the site.

　　He continued tentatively, "But the video I'm selling now is successful because it targets a very popular market segment…"

　　"Yes, I noticed that," she interrupted sharply. "So, are you planning to continue this theme in future videos?" This conversation made her uncomfortable.

　　"Yeah, like an evolving story, or doing a few videos with the same themes and characters and then moving on to something else."

　　Tiffany couldn't imagine her son hiring some prostitute to work for him, and she would never allow such garbage into her home or her property. She had no solution for his problem, and she was glad to see his video career come to an abrupt end.

　　"No one will be coming to this house to film, especially escorts or people you're paying. I just want to make that clear."

　　"Then I'll have to shoot it myself, alone. It's going to be terrible, but it's my only option." Ben was a little discouraged, but he was determined.

　　The two added toppings to their oatmeal and began to eat their breakfast. Ben was confused, which was reflected in his uncharacteristic silence.

　　Finally, he came up with an idea. Although the chances were slim, it was worth a try.

　　"I think solo videos would probably suck, but maybe I could change things up and spice them up a bit. At the very least I'd like to try filming somewhere more exciting than my bedroom. My bedroom is so boring. What do you think about me filming somewhere else in the house?"

　　"That depends. Where do you want to film it?" Tiffany didn't want him masturbating in the middle of the room while she was busy doing something. That was perverted and inappropriate.

　　Ben sensed his mother's silence. "I don't know, but I won't get in your way."

　　Tiffany did not respond.

　　As he ate his oatmeal, he considered his options. As he fiddled with the camera's settings, it occurred to him that poolside was an option. After all, it was mid-morning, the same time he'd last filmed his mother sunbathing. The lighting would be perfect.

　　Ben was so excited about his new idea that he hurried out, thanking his mother for breakfast while thinking about everything.

　　Tiffany was a little unimpressed by Ben's hasty departure. "Well, don't... be careful!" she called from behind, not knowing what to say.