Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Mother and son make amateur videos together　　While Ben wonders what to do to salvage such a steamy scene that is clearly too short to be sold on a website, Tiffany sits there, somewhat sexually shocked, feeling Ben's cum slowly seeping over her skin, her hands still raised as if she's been robbed.

　　"Damn it!" Ben was angry, but not because he accidentally ejaculated on his mother. He was angry because the actual masturbation scene was only about three minutes long, and the entire video was only about six minutes long.

　　Although Tiffany screamed as her son ejaculated, she strangely did not leave the lounge or start cleaning the semen off her body. She remained seated, as if glued to the spot.

　　"Wow, that's amazing. You came a lot!" She looked down at her body. "And so fast! Um, how many minutes was that?"

　　Ben sighed and looked at his mother. "About six minutes." Ben watched the cum run down her breasts and onto her blouse, staining the fabric around the edges of her new dress.

　　"Is that enough?" Tiffany asked worriedly. Ben wondered when she would be able to stand up and wash off the sticky semen on her body.

　　"Not even close. Sorry." Ben stared at his mother's breasts.

　　"What does this mean?" Tiffany thought the shoot would last thirty minutes, not six.

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

　　Tiffany thought about her son's words - he couldn't hold back his orgasm because he was masturbating while watching me, which was obscene! But how could he record the video if he kept doing this?

　　She found that despite the inappropriateness of the whole incident, she enjoyed participating in the video shoot. She didn't like the fact that she felt it was the most arousing sexual thing she had ever done and she was surprised at the effect it had on her. She was mortified that she found herself wanting to film more scenes with her son. She had never been masturbated like this before and she found it incredibly arousing.

　　"What should we do? The charge for a six-minute video shouldn't be too high, right?" Tiffany wasn't sure what the website's minimum charge was.

　　"I should masturbate ahead of time so that it's harder for me to orgasm, but that will make me ejaculate less, and people like to see a lot of cum." Ben nodded as he looked at the cum on her body.

　　"Well, you definitely qualify for that," she joked, tentatively dipping a finger into the cum that had collected on her navel. She pinched a thick strand of cum and pulled it into a long, sticky line, watching with fascination. "Why don't we wait until you're feeling more interested and try it again later?" Tiffany winced at her suggestion, embarrassed that she had suggested another video so quickly.

　　Ben liked the idea. He liked it even more that it was her idea. He could jerk off in front of his mom again. He could still use all the filler shots and hopefully it wouldn't take too long for him to recover so he could at least get an erection again.

　　"Okay, good idea, Mom. I'll go for a swim and try again."

　　Ben jumped into the pool naked and swam back and forth, trying to get himself moving to distract himself from his hot mom. He swam a lap, turned around and repeated it.

　　Tiffany followed him into the pool, but instead of jumping in, she waded down the steps. As her thighs entered the water, Ben's cum washed away in streaks of white. She waded waist-deep into the waterfall and rested her cum-soaked breasts against it. She continued to shake her breasts and rub them against her body, washing away his cum.

　　Ben watched his mother swaying across the pool, enjoying the cool water. He soon became hard again.

　　As Ben casually stroked himself underwater, he began to see his situation differently. He realized that all this time he had been treating this "project" as a way to make money, rather than a way to have sex with his mom. Tiffany's resistance was clearly weakening, albeit slowly, and Ben wanted to take advantage of this as much as possible. Now that he was back home from college, his previous thoughts of finding a girlfriend fell to the back of his mind, and the idea of ​​developing a sexual relationship with his mom took the top spot.

　　"Shit, I'm such a jerk. I can record videos anytime. I should try to get closer to my mom." He thought about the sex scene happening in front of him and decided to change the way he recorded his videos.

　　Ben got out of the pool and sat on the edge, his bare bottom on the rough surface of the deck. His cock was hard at the waist, but not yet fully erect. Tiffany was still splashing under the waterfall, looking in his direction.

　　"Hey, Mom?" Ben waved to her, not sure if she would come over to him since his cock was sticking out.

　　She didn't even hesitate.

　　Tiffany hoped to steal a moment away from Ben to touch herself and get some sexual pleasure, but it seemed impossible. She slowly waded through the water and walked towards her virile son. Although her sunglasses shielded her eyes, her eyes never left his penis. He sat on the edge near the deep end of the water, and as she moved closer to him, the water level on her body rose.

　　Tiffany stopped a few feet away from her son, standing on the pool floor, half out of the water. Her breasts bulged out of her revealing top. She didn't seem to realize that her nipples were almost visible over the edge of her dress. Ben slowly took his penis in his hand and began to stroke himself in front of her. He sat so that his hips were about level with his mother's neck as she stood in the water. She turned her head away, pretending to look away, and watched him masturbate out of the corner of her eye.

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

　　"It looks like you...you have an erection again," she observed.

　　"Not really, Mom. It needs to be harder. I was really hard when I started."

　　"Can I help?" Tiffany felt a little embarrassed, but she hoped he would say "yes" so she wouldn't have to turn around. She waved her hands in the water.

　　"Of course, Mom. You have such a sexy body!" Ben could already feel his erection fully hardening in his hand.

　　It only took a few strokes for his penis to be fully engorged with blood. Soon, he was ready to go again. As he sat there working on his big cock, he realized that his mom had fallen into an awkward silence. Not wanting to scare his mom away when things were getting interesting, Ben decided it would be safer to record one more time.

　　Ben's public sexual behavior has become more and more normal, to the point where he can now stroke his dick in front of his mom. He has also discovered that his mom is also following his instructions. He can do a lot with this information.

　　"Let's try again, Mom."

　　"Okay, I agree."

　　Ben went downstairs and got a towel from the outdoor box near the balcony. He tossed one to Mom as she stood up from the pool. They both dried themselves carefully and resumed their pre-ejaculation positions.

　　All Ben had to do was start filming from the point where his dick was closest to Mom. It took him about ten minutes of masturbation to save the video.

　　Tiffany settled herself on the chaise longue. "Will it record sound, too?"

　　"Yeah, so remember, when you notice I'm coming, sit up and yell, just like you did before. Try to be natural, and don't use my real name, use, uh, Bobby."

　　"Bobby? Why Bobby?" Tiffany asked.

　　"Sounds like the name of a lecherous son, I don't know. Not that it matters."

　　"Well, Bobby is Bobby."

　　After they dried off, Ben took his place and began to slowly stroke his penis. It was still very hard. He thought it was absolutely wonderful to be able to masturbate while looking at his mother's body. His balls were throbbing with that familiar feeling and he was really worried that he would come too soon again.

　　He stopped masturbating and walked behind the camera to film some of Tiffany's tits as she laid on the chair as supplemental footage.

　　Returning to the scene again, Ben thrust his cock out so the camera could show his cock in front of his mother, who lay there motionless, as if asleep. He grasped his penis with both hands and stroked it for a moment before switching to one hand, exposing more of his penis to the camera. He moved to a more sideways position, parallel to her breasts. Ben glanced at his mother's face, and she was once again watching him masturbate. She gave him an awkward smile. A pleasant sound of birdsong could be heard over the faint sound of a fountain in the distance. Ben found the whole experience surreal.

　　After a few minutes of masturbation, he had his long, thick tool ready. He estimated that his timing was now closer to where it should be. He adjusted his pace slightly, slowing down his strokes and aiming at his mother's breasts again.

　　He sighed deeply as he came. A stream of cum hit both of her breasts as she lay there, "Ahhh!"

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

　　Ben grunted and added another smaller rope of cum above her cleavage.

　　"Oh my God! What the hell? Benny!"

　　Before his semen ran out, he sprayed a last small stream of semen on the tops of her breasts.

　　"I can't believe you just cummed all over your mom! Get inside right now. You're in big trouble!"

　　Tiffany sits up and puffs her chest out for the camera, while Ben runs away from it.

　　"That son of mine," she commented, running her manicured nails over the hot, pale cum.

　　She tucked her elbows in and squeezed her breasts together. As Ben silently returned to the scene and watched her, she turned slightly back and forth, wanting to make sure the camera had a good view of the cum on her breasts. The salmon-colored bikini top made a good backdrop for the large white lines of cum oozing across her breasts.

　　"How is it?" she asked after waiting for a suitable amount of time.

　　"Great, Mom. We should have a great video. When we edit it, I'll have to see which climax scene was better, the first or the second. What do you think?" Ben looked at Tiffany, who was looking down at her son's semen on her.

　　"I think the first one. You had more cum the first time." Tiffany watched her son's semen slowly flow down her chest, and she realized once again how unorthodox and dirty her relationship with her son had become.

　　Ben added: "By the way, I like the name 'Benny'. It makes more sense than Bobby and works just as well."

　　It was still surreal, him and his mother casually talking while she was naked and his cum was all over her breasts.

　　"Oh, good. So, am I okay?"

　　"Are you okay? Mom, I can sell pictures of you in a bathing suit and make a ton of money. You are so uniquely sexy."

　　"Oh, come on, let's go have lunch." Tiffany wiped the semen off her chest with a towel, and then the two went into the house.

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

　　"A week ago, I would never have believed this," he thought.

　　Tiffany was beginning to feel wanted again. She missed the feeling of sex, and she was now aware without a doubt that her son desired her. It was an amazing feeling, and she wanted more of it. Although it felt shameful and inappropriate, the feeling of being pursued was satisfying, and because it was Ben, she felt more comfortable with it than with other men. Her reservations about helping him make the video, while still strong, were slowly fading.

　　After lunch, Ben loaded up the video and edited it. Tiffany's direct involvement made this his best yet. He edited the first, heavier cumshot into the second long shot of his handjob. Although the sun was in a slightly different position in the sky in the later shot, he didn't think it was a big deal. It wasn't perfect, but it was still a hot scene. It took him most of the night to get the video to a point where it was ready for upload.

　　The next morning, Ben came downstairs in black football shorts and a white T-shirt. He brought his laptop with him to check the responses to yesterday's video "Mom was criticized". He was surprised to see that his mother was wearing a short nightgown and what seemed to be another swimsuit underneath.

　　"Good morning, Mom."

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

　　"What are your plans for today?" Tiffany was curious about what her son was going to record.

　　Ben was glad his mom would consider recording today, he hadn't figured out what to do next.

　　"Now, I want to see what the response is to our shoot yesterday," Ben said, opening his laptop and logging onto the Hot Amateurs website while his mom sat next to him at the bar, watching the screen.

　　Ben stared for a moment. "Ninety-two downloads, thirty messages. I charged thirty bucks a pop."

　　"Isn't it great?" Tiffany looked at Ben.

　　Ben laughed. "After the site split, I made a total of five thousand dollars from all the videos combined. And that was in three days. Yeah, I'd say that's pretty good!"

　　"Oh, Ben, I'm so touched!" Tiffany tried to encourage her son, but she had an uneasy appreciation for her son's success. After all, he made his money by selling pornographic videos, which made her uncomfortable.

　　Fortunately, only the two of us know about this, she consoled herself.

　　"Thanks, Mom. You made it easy for me."

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

　　"That's my username: MOMCAUGHTME. Every member must have a username to join. All our videos are under this username."

　　Tiffany was pleased that he referred to them as "our" videos.

　　"How is it?" Tiffany was cleaning the kitchen after breakfast.

　　"What?"

　　"What are your plans for today?"

　　Ben wanted to get closer to his mother through each video, and what he really wanted to do was to get close to her breasts, but he knew she was not ready.

　　"I'm going to do something different today. I'm going to sit on the couch next to you and pretend to watch TV. I'm going to hold onto my left pillow." Ben walked into the living room and sat on the couch in front of the TV. As Tiffany watched intently, he mimed what he was saying.

　　"I will be wearing shorts but will have my penis out and will be masturbating. You will be sitting next to me in a revealing top and I will be recording from a stationary position looking up and to the right."

　　"Okay." Tiffany thought it was a good idea, the same "Catch Me Mom" theme that seemed to be selling well.

　　"This scene will start with me looking at your breasts from a first-person perspective, and then I will sit on the couch with you. While you watch TV, I will slowly and carefully remove my penis from the leg of my shorts. I will start masturbating, and you will sit there, oblivious to what is happening. Act casual, okay?"

　　Tiffany nodded.

　　"Right before I'm about to orgasm, I'll shake the couch to give you a heads up. You'll turn around and say, 'You've got to be kidding me,' or something like that. Then I'll cum, and you'll yell, or scream, or something, and go to your left. That's the end of the scene."

　　"What shirt should I wear?" Tiffany stood up and looked down at her son who was sitting next to her. She observed that his penis was erect in his shorts, a scene she was used to but never seemed to get tired of.

　　"Wear something you don't mind having cum on. Do you have any very low-cut tops that aren't underwear or bras?"

　　"Should be." Tiffany left to find her closet.

　　While Tiffany went to change her clothes, Ben took down the camera, opened the curtains, and turned on the lights.

　　He changed into a pair of baggy shorts and a black T-shirt.

　　A few minutes later, Tiffany walked into the room. "How about this?"

　　Her huge breasts were pressed together and she was wearing a purple lace skirt that looked like lingerie to Ben.

　　"That's really sexy, Mom, but we need something a little more realistic. Do you have a light jacket, or an open-front sweater that will partially cover what you're wearing? So it looks like you're trying to be subtle?"

　　Tiffany returned in a thin white cardigan that was fastened only at the bottom two buttons. Her large breasts were visible as they spilled out of the top.

　　"That's much better." He rubbed his shorts.

　　After Ben touched his penis in front of his mother yesterday while swimming in the pool, he decided to be more proactive in front of his mother and see what she would do. She turned around and sat down on the sofa.

　　Ben looked at his mother, his hand clenching his penis in plain sight outside his shorts.

　　"That top looks great, Mom." He stood up casually, unzipping his shirt and then taking off his shorts. He kept talking to distract Tiffany and acted like this was normal.

　　"I thought if you put your hair up, you might be able to see it more clearly." Ben stared down at her, holding his penis in his hand. "Can you put your hair up and see what it looks like?"

　　Tiffany's mind was full of Ben's sudden undressing. She watched him grasp his penis and begin stroking himself smugly, his attention completely focused on her. She found herself automatically complying with his demands; her hands moved to put her hair up as her eyes locked on his thick cock.

　　Something about Ben's nudity seemed off. They weren't filming it. Tiffany was about to protest, but then she thought Ben might be preparing for the scene, so she held back. She didn't want her growing lust for her son to lead her too far into recording his promise. She secretly delighted in her son's nudity and loved seeing his beautiful penis, but she wasn't willing to admit it.

　　Ben was nervous about undressing without a camera. He was relieved and surprised when he noticed that Mom seemed okay with him being naked. His cock swelled. He continued to instruct Mom.

　　"The curve of your neck looks really amazing with your red hair and purple top. Yes, let's put it on." Ben stroked himself slowly.

　　Tiffany got a clip from the bathroom and returned to the sofa. As Ben watched, she combed her hair and hung it with the clip.

　　After Ben had gotten himself fully erect, he put his shorts and t-shirt back on and got ready for the shoot.

　　"Okay, I'll do the close-up. Just relax while I record the POV footage from the back. It'll look like I'm spying on you."

　　Tiffany posed on the couch. Ben walked up behind her and pulled his cock out of the leg of his shorts so he could stroke it more. He thought if the camera shook a little it would add to the perverted feel of the shot. Ben looked down at his mom and slowly tugged on his cock, holding the camera in his other hand.

　　Tiffany looked down at her cleavage and adjusted her breasts before parting the sides of her sweater, revealing a few more inches of soft breast flesh, peeking out from her bra.

　　"That's perfect, Mom. Now, let me take a good slap on your breasts." He walked behind her, holding the camera in both hands. Tiffany felt him behind her.

　　She could feel him hovering, the camera focused on her half-exposed breasts, which made her feel slightly embarrassed, but also excited to be the center of the camera's attention.

　　"Should I do something?" she asked anxiously.

　　Ben moved a little closer. His erection was just behind her head.

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

　　Ben moved forward, holding the camera, looking directly at his mother's towering breasts. He leaned in close, zooming in even closer, looking at the soft, slightly puckered cleavage, remembering how her cleavage was covered in his cum the day before. His cock was throbbing. He didn't pay attention to where it was, just focusing on her smooth breasts.

　　Tiffany saw a fleshy blur come into her field of vision and without turning her head she glanced over her shoulder.

　　Ben's large penis loomed just above her ear. She smelled the distinct scent of his cologne, and she became even more aroused when she realized how close it was to her face. She didn't want to ruin the shot, so she had to stay still, but she found herself wanting to grab it and feel its weight and hardness in her hands. She pretended to watch TV, nervously placing her hands on her knees. She felt herself getting wet again.

　　"That's great, that's great, Mom," Ben said, now coming around to her from behind.

　　His cock was dangerously close to her neck.

　　"Can you shake it a little bit?" he said.

　　Tiffany turned her shoulder slightly, and the movement caused the side of her neck to rub against the tip of his cock.

　　"Well, like this?" She moved gently from side to side, making her breasts sway.

　　"Harder," Ben said with a smile, as his little brother stroked his mother's soft neck and hair, enjoying the show her put on for him.

　　"Yes, that's it. Perfect, Mom!"

　　Her breasts swayed slightly. Ben caught the sway of flesh and then looked away in satisfaction. He awkwardly shoved his cock back into his shorts. It was now fully erect.

　　"Okay, Mom, stay there," Ben instructed, placing the camera on a tripod.

　　He walked to the end of the couch and sat in his seat with his mother to record.

　　"Now, act natural, like we're watching TV on a regular basis," Ben instructed, pausing to edit the transition later.

　　The camera is recording as they sit quietly together watching TV. Laughter from a sitcom can be heard in the background.

　　Tiffany sat with her hands on her knees, hunched over so that her breasts were thrust out nicely. Ben was pleased to see that his mother could do this without his instruction. He took his time placing a pillow between them as a low barrier. He looked at his mother. She was staring at the television.

　　Ben leaned back on the couch and quietly pulled his hard cock out of the leg of his shorts, then paused, waiting. He looked at his mother. Tiffany sat there, ignoring him. His hard cock stood up, thick and hard, visible on the small tubular pillow. Ben angled his body slightly to make sure he was fully presented to the camera.

　　He looked at his mother again. She was still sitting there, her expression dull.

　　He moved his body as slowly as he could, holding his cock and stroking it, trying to appear sneaky. He turned his head a few inches to look at Tiffany's breasts. His cock in his hand was getting harder and harder. Tiffany could feel his eyes on her, so she did what came naturally. She looked at her son, pretending not to notice what he was doing. She gave him a motherly smile and turned her attention back to the TV.

　　Ben sighed, feeling ready to cum, but not wanting to cut the scene too short. He liked the way his mother seemed to get into character right away. He wanted to force her to look at his penis.

　　He stopped stroking, breaking character.

　　"Okay, so we have the POV shot of your breasts, Mom. I thought it would help the video if we could get some footage of me masturbating. Do you know how to use a camcorder?"

　　"Well, I have played it, but I can't."

　　"It's nothing. In fact, it's already recording. Bring the camera up and get some shots from behind me, like over my shoulder."

　　Tiffany stood up and took the camera off the tripod. She looked at Ben and then at the penis he was holding in his hand. Her mouth got wet at the sight of his impressive penis.

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

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

　　"It's okay, I'll edit the sound later." Ben said as he continued to slowly stroke his penis. "Can you see my penis, Mom?"

　　"yes dear."

　　"Did you zoom in?"

　　"Is that the little button next to your thumb?"

　　"That's right."

　　"Okay, okay, wow, that was a really quick zoom. Okay, that's right. I zoomed in on your penis."

　　"Can you see the glans?" Ben asked seriously, he wanted his mother to see every detail of his penis.

　　"Yes, Ben," Tiffany said, trying to keep the camera steady.

　　Ben smiled, knowing that his mother was over his shoulder, staring at his penis. He felt the urge to come, but knew he couldn't do it yet, so he stopped stroking and squeezed the base of his penis, stopping his progress towards orgasm. A stream of clear liquid began to flow from his tip and dripped down to the base.

　　"Oh! Are you going to...?"

　　"Don't worry, Mom, it's only pre-cum," he assured her, feeling the thin, warm liquid seep down his cock and onto his hand. "That should be it. Put the camera back and sit back down. I'm ready to cum."

　　"Oh, okay," Tiffany said, but with a hint of disappointment in her tone.

　　Tiffany put the camera back on the tripod and secured it. Ben held his throbbing cock in his hand and watched her every move. He couldn't get enough of her voluptuous, curvy body. He could cum any minute now, so he had to let go of his cock completely. His cock was throbbing, and he didn't even dare touch it.

　　Tiffany returned to her seat on the couch and resumed her position with her hands on her knees.

　　After a while, Ben began stroking his penis again, his hand slowly running down and then up again. He pumped it again and again. His penis was throbbing intensely, his orgasm building deep inside. He began to rock the couch deliberately. His mom played her role perfectly.

　　Tiffany turned around and shouted, "What's going on, Benny?" She crossed her arms over her chest to show her objection.

　　"Are you kidding? Here we go again, Benny!"

　　Ben stood up from his seat, adjusted the angle so the camera could see the outline of his cock, and pointed it at his mother's breasts. His tip was wet and oozing with cum. Tiffany turned around, looked at her son facing her, untied her arms, and offered her breasts to Ben.

　　"Oh, Mom!" he moaned. A thick stream of sperm shot into the air and toward Tiffany's breasts.

　　Tiffany hummed dramatically, watching the stream of semen getting closer and closer, looking down in time to see the thick load of cum embedded between her breasts.

　　She waved her hands. "Benny, oh!" She pretended to be disgusted, watching him pump himself, and now he was standing right in front of her, stroking his cock, the cum leaking out thick and sticky.

　　"Ah!" Ben moaned as he climaxed.

　　More sticky cum shot onto her broad chest, staining her sweater and part of her purple skirt. Ben rolled his hips, aiming like a hose to make sure he hit the target. Tiffany screamed, looking at the mountain of cum on her chest.

　　Tiffany waited for him to finish, then stood up. "You are grounded, young man!" she ordered, then rushed out.

　　Tiffany walked alone to the kitchen door, out of shot, and then walked to where Ben was facing the camera preview window.

　　"How's it going?" She smiled, looking down at the long, deflated appendage hanging between his legs. She took off her sweater and placed it carefully at the end of the sofa.

　　"This one's going to be tricky, but I know it's going to be a popular video," Ben reassured her.

　　Ben noticed that Mom was very close to him and he looked down at Mom's mostly exposed breasts and wondered how she was able to fit herself in that thing and still keep her nipples hidden.

　　He also noticed that she hadn't wiped the cum off her breasts.

　　"It's so fun!" she said suddenly.

　　Ben laughed. "It's funny, isn't it?"

　　Tiffany looked down at her chest and used her fingers to pick up some of the semi-dried cum.

　　"I think I should clean this up."

　　Ben looked at her breasts and then looked up to find her staring at him. He discovered that his mother was far more arousing than he had imagined. There was something about her that he had never noticed before, an intoxicating, overwhelming sexuality that seemed like nothing he had ever experienced before, and it kept him coming back for more. In that moment, he realized that she must have gone to great lengths to hide this part of herself from him and others.

　　After recording his mother's video for the second time, Ben felt like he was on top of the world. The sexual energy he had seemed to have no limit. He felt like the whole house was beginning to fill with sexual desire.

　　After rinsing off in the shower, Tiffany put on a light blue and white summer dress that clung to her figure, especially to her hips and braless breasts. She tidied the sofa and the living room, then started making lunch.

　　As Ben's mother began to put the meal on the table, the family phone rang.

　　Ben picked up the cordless phone from its cradle on the wall and answered the call. "Hello?"

　　It was Ben's father, Larry, on the other end of the line.

　　"Ben? Hey, man. Long time no see!" Larry didn't sound angry at all. Ben was relieved.

　　"Hey, Dad. Long time no see, I guess. Sorry I haven't called in a while."

　　"Are you busy lately? Are you working or something?" Larry curled his lips.

　　"Yes, actually, I am working. I'm working with my friend Alex. We're writing code for a website. I'm making quite a bit of money!" Ben didn't intend to tell his dad that he was filming a video with his mom. He knew his dad wasn't interested in computers, so this question wouldn't arouse suspicion.

　　"That's good, Ben. Glad to hear you learned something." Ben's father sounded relieved.

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

　　"Ben, I think this is a great goal. The amount of money isn't important, Ben, what's more important is responsibility and accountability. We can talk about this later. Is your mom here?"

　　"Yes, she's here. Bye, Dad." Ben handed the phone to his mother.

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

　　Ben could only hear the argument on her end.

　　"Of course not, why do you want to go home?" Ben heard the sarcasm in her voice.

　　He also felt a strange, jealous feeling. Am I jealous of my dad? He shook his head, finding the thought strange.

　　"Larry, you don't have to lie. Fine. I don't care."

　　Tiffany looked directly at Ben and smiled happily. "He's doing great! Yeah. Don't worry, he's grown up a lot." Ben's mother winked at him.

　　"I don't want this, Larry. We're fine. I don't want to discuss this. Okay, bye. Okay, bye." Tiffany hit the end call button and looked at the receiver sitting on the counter.

　　Ben noticed that her moods varied greatly. It was clear that her relationship with his father had become strained for some reason.

　　"Dad seems to be in good spirits," Ben suggested, hoping that his mother would reveal something in the conversation.

　　"No offense, Ben, but your dad is a jerk." Tiffany went back to making lunch.

　　"He's always been hard on me, Mom. Nothing new."

　　"It's not like that, it's just, forget it."

　　Tiffany thought about it and decided to tell her son about her father's misconduct.

　　"He won't be coming home any time soon. Period."

　　Ben decided not to ask any more questions. The call cast a shadow on the happy time they had had that morning.

　　After a relatively quiet lunch, Tiffany excused herself to go back to her room and closed the door. Her husband's call reminded her of many things, and she found that she needed to rest.

　　Ben went back to his room and started editing. He didn't post his latest video, "My Mom Caught Me Watching TV," until late that night because he had so much work to do.

　　Tiffany didn't come out of her room for the rest of the day. Ben made a sandwich for dinner, and he began to worry that his mother had lost interest in their project after talking to his father.

　　When Ben woke up the next day, he checked the status of his latest video and saw that it had only been downloaded 38 times. He thought it was a pretty good video, but the slow start worried him, though not as much as his mom's escape to her room the night before. He carefully took his laptop downstairs, not sure what to expect.

　　To his relief he smelled sausages and saw his mother smiling and languidly moving about in the kitchen.

　　"Good morning, Ben!" Tiffany was wearing a short black skirt and a low-cut white tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts pressed against the thin material, leaving little to the imagination. He was relieved that yesterday's call hadn't prompted her to dress more conservatively, and now he could focus on why his latest video was doing so badly on the site.

　　"Good morning, Mom." Ben sat in his old spot at the kitchen island, watching his mom make coffee.

　　"What's wrong?" Tiffany could see that he was worried.

　　"Nothing, I'm fine. I'm fine," Ben said with a smile.

　　"So, what's the plan for today, Director?" Tiffany was in a good mood, seemingly unaffected by the conversation with Ben's father the day before.

　　"I have a plan. It's a massage video. I'll tell you more about it later, but right now, we need to rethink the subject of our video. Yesterday's video only sold thirty-eight downloads, and the other sales don't seem to be as good."

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

　　"I know, Mom, but I think sales have leveled off because they're just masturbation videos. If people think my new videos are all about jacking off, not as many people will download them. I'm getting a lot of comments on the site."

　　Soon after Tiffany agreed to help him, she realized the pattern they had fallen into. She actually thought it was intentional. She was surprised to find that Ben was oblivious to it.

　　"Well, let's get some breakfast first, and then talk about what you think of today."

　　"Okay, Mom, that sounds good."

　　Tiffany served breakfast and the two discussed the massage scene. They discussed the costumes and the shooting location. They finally decided to shoot it outdoors. Ben asked Tiffany to put on her new white bikini and meet him on the patio outside the kitchen door.

　　When Tiffany was finally ready for the video shoot, she went outside to help Ben assemble the set. By the time they were done, they had managed to set up the scene to almost look like they were at a resort. A light blue beach towel was spread over the wooden outdoor dining table in the center of the patio. The chairs surrounding the table were neatly arranged against the wall. There were two matching towels folded on either side. There was also a basket with some small towels, a bottle of bath oil, and some small bottles of various aromatherapy oils. The camera was set up and pointed at the towel-covered table.

　　Tiffany was intrigued by the prospect of her son massaging her in front of the camera. She had many questions: How would he hide her face? Wearing a skimpy bikini so her son could see her body, would he be able to resist the temptation to squeeze and grope her? She concluded that she was not comfortable with her son touching her body.

　　Adding to her anxiety, Ben came out of the house, completely naked. Tiffany had not expected this, and was caught off guard. Ben's big cock swayed and bounced against his thighs, making a soft slapping sound as he walked. Tiffany's eyes immediately locked onto the elongated beast, and she felt her heartbeat speed up. She remembered that she loved looking at her son's huge cock. As she watched it swing in front of her, her vagina gradually became wet.

　　"Ben, you must..."

　　Ben interrupted her, not knowing what she was going to say.

　　"Okay, Mom, here's the plot. I'm going to give you a massage so we can show off your body in our next video."

　　Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief, which was the exact opposite of what she expected. Then she thought, "How can this be captured on video?" She crossed her arms, puzzled.

　　Ben was a little flustered. "I'm sorry, I'm out of ideas, Mom. I can't do any more masturbation videos. I'll lose my fans. I just read the comments on my last two videos, and they're all expecting an evolution or upgrade in the content. They want more. At least they'll see your hot body. So no cumshots. They'll like seeing you in a suit."

　　Ben tries to get his mom to suggest something more sexual so that he doesn't have to do this. He isn't being honest with his mom. He has lots of ideas for videos to watch with his mom, but he's afraid to share them with her because they're all sexual. She has to suggest new video ideas or they just have to keep doing what they're doing.

　　"Thanks again for your help, Mom. I really mean it." He smiled at her. "But, either we both have to grow as a team, or I have to find someone who can make videos with me." Ben was giving an ultimatum, but his mom didn't seem to understand.

　　"Oh, Ben. We can still make the same video. If it takes longer to make money, that's fine. I'm fine with that. I think we should..."

　　"Do what?" he interrupted her. "Mom, I can't make any money selling a few masturbation videos here and there." Ben said firmly. He hoped to lead Mom to a situation where she would suggest something other than oral sex, or letting him jerk off on her.

　　"I think I see what you mean. I had no idea what you were trying to say anyway. I mean, who keeps buying videos of guys masturbating?"

　　"Thank you for understanding me. At least I got my money back for the camera and I still have some money left."

　　Tiffany tried to cheer her son up. "Ben, I like what you said about 'growing as a team'. We are a team and we make our videos together, even if I don't agree with it, it's not that bad." Tiffany said lightly that she enjoyed the process of making videos with Ben.

　　"That's good to know, Mom," Ben said dejectedly.

　　He didn't know what to do. If he continued to make masturbation videos, his earnings would get smaller and smaller. On the other hand, he could try escorting, but he knew that escorting wasn't going to work out very well. Even if he found a good one, he would lose money every time he had to pay someone to come and act with him, but it didn't look like his mother was going to let him move up a level.

　　Tiffany sensed her son's concern.

　　"Listen to me, Ben. Let's try to approach this from a professional perspective. You're my son and I care deeply about you, but I can handle this like a professional. I can work with you like a business partner and we can work on routines, new scenes, new costumes. We can do all kinds of work."

　　Tiffany felt energetic and sexy these days because she and her son were slowly building a relationship. Although the idea seemed crazy to her, she didn't want Ben to give up.

　　"Are you serious? You think we should continue with our project? Keep making videos?"

　　"Yes, I'm serious! Can you imagine how much money we could make if we planned it out and released a really good video every two or three days? You could make a ton of money and use it to invest and create a future for yourself."

　　Tiffany had reached a point of no return in their relationship, her boundaries had been eroded, and whether you want to admit it or not, she was passionately passionate about her son almost all the time. She was willing to escalate the content of the videos to include touching, but it was more of a feeling than something she could put into words.

　　Ben pondered his mom's suggestion. He was sure she had no idea what she was talking about, or at least hadn't thought clearly. Working together as "business partners," at least in Ben's eyes, meant she would help more with his projects, and it also meant she would add more sexual activity to her videos. He knew her entire perspective on the videos was changing, and she was considering having sex with him, which was an incredible turn of events if that was indeed what she was going to do.

　　Ben is willing to wait and see how far his mom will go. One thing is for sure, he doesn't want her identity to be known to those who watch their videos, and if they want to make more money, that means more people watching their videos, more people seeing her face. She has to remain anonymous, and that limits their actions.

　　He thought he should give it a try and see if he could continue without exposing his mother's identity. That was the most important thing. His secondary goal was to continue to make his mother more sexually interested in him.

　　"Okay, Mom, let's try it!"

　　"Perseverance is victory, Benny!"

　　They all laughed.

　　"Okay, we've got the set ready for our first new video." Ben looked at the towels and bath oil.

　　"Yes, we are ready! What do you want to do?" Tiffany was ready.

　　"Well, this is a massage video, so I'll be the client and you'll be the masseuse. Once I'm lying down, you'll wait five seconds and then walk up to me through the patio door. Introduce yourself so that the camera only sees your torso, legs, and feet. Make sure your shoulders are facing the camera and you're leaning over me so that the camera is mostly your breasts. Shoot me from top to bottom with oil. Don't be afraid to use lots of oil, even all over yourself. This is not a masturbation video. I'm going to put this in another category with the emphasis on your breasts. Do you understand?"

　　Tiffany's eyes were fixed on the thick cock dangling between her son's legs. "I think so."

　　"This is mainly to show off your body. I'll wear a towel around my waist, and we won't be playing mother and son this time. Remember, you're the masseuse and I'm the client."

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

　　Ben dragged himself onto the table. He didn't know what to do. He really wanted to put pressure on his mother to become more interested in him, which was his primary goal right now. But he knew that the most effective way would be to get her to take the initiative in that direction. He didn't know how to get her to try.

　　His other goal was to make a more profitable video. Ideally, there would be sex in the scene. Selfishly, he wanted to have an orgasm, but he considered focusing more on Mom's hot body as an experiment. He was worried about how well a video without cum would sell. He decided to go with that this time.

　　He leaned over the table and let his semi-flaccid penis roll over onto his stomach. Ben settled himself and propped his head up with a folded towel, and finally, he draped a smaller towel over his thick penis. He did this so that if there was a breeze, the towel would slide off. After seeing the way his mother was staring at his big tool, he thought that maybe a casual closer peek would give her some inspiration for today's scene.

　　He got into position and called out "Mom".

　　"Okay, mom, you need to face the camera and apply oil to my arms, chest, and legs. The top of the frame is right above the camera, so don't put your face too close to the camera or it will be in the picture."

　　After that, he lay down and waited.

　　Tiffany walked out of the patio door in her nightgown and barefoot.

　　She slowly approached the lying Ben, carefully keeping her face out of the camera.

　　"Hello, I'm Tiffany, your masseuse," she said, smiling when she realized she was supposed to use a fake name. She wished she could have left that out. She had no idea what she was doing. "Are you my client?"

　　Ben cleared his throat and squinted at her. "Yeah, that's me," he managed.

　　Tiffany walked over to him and stood next to the camera. Ben was still lying on his back, but he continued to look at her. She untied her bathrobe and let it slide from her shoulders.

　　Ben bit his lip as he felt his cock erect against the rough cotton towel. Tiffany looked like a wet dream. She smiled at him as the robe came off, revealing a too-skimpy bikini.

　　Her new white outfit accentuated her oversized breasts, which were not contained by the thin top. The briefs hugged her lower body tightly, and the top was cut so low that it barely covered the top of her nipples. Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible under the thin white fabric. Her big breasts looked incredibly soft and inviting.

　　She placed her bathrobe on the flagstone floor and walked toward Ben, away from the camera.

　　"Try to relax, sir..." Tiffany looked around, trying to find inspiration for Ben's video pseudonym.

　　The first thing she saw was Ben's cock sticking up under the towel.

　　"Mr. Johnson," she said confidently.

　　With her back to the camera, she bent over and picked up a small towel from the basket. Ben couldn't wait to see the shot of her butt in that position when he reviewed the footage later.

　　Tiffany picked up one of the towels and took her time sorting through the diffusers. She wiggled her hips a bit, knowing she was going to put on a good show for the camera. Finally, she settled on the lavender diffuser. She stood up and sprayed three pumps on the towel, then folded it and walked over to Ben.

　　"Relax, Mr. Johnson. You're in good hands." Tiffany pushed Ben's hair away from his forehead and placed a folded, scented towel over his eyes.

　　"Wow, Mom's really good at cooking," he thought as he covered his eyes.

　　However, he was also a little frustrated because he couldn't see her big breasts shaking.

　　Tiffany was careful not to let anyone see her face, and she bent down again to pick up the bottle of baby oil from the basket. She circled Ben's prone body and then stood over his head. For effect, she lifted her top, used it to support her heavy breasts, and adjusted the strings. She was undoubtedly the focus of the scene. The thought gave Tiffany goose bumps all over her body and her lower body felt like it was on fire.

　　She leaned over her son and dripped some oil on his chest, then held the bottle against her open palm and poured the oil into her hand. Putting the bottle aside, she rubbed her hands together to make sure they were well coated with the oil.

　　"Now, take a deep breath and relax," she ordered in a sultry voice. Starting with Ben's shoulders, she began to massage.

　　Ben felt his pulse pounding in his temple as his mother's soft hands began to massage his shoulders. He smelled her rich scent, and he concluded that her hanging breasts must be only inches from his face. Ben's cock throbbed vigorously under the towel around his waist.

　　He gathered himself and took a deep breath as the masseur instructed. His nostrils were filled with the scent of his mother's perfume mixed with lavender. The scent on the towel above his eyes reminded him of the smell in his mother's panty drawer. He concluded that his mother must have used lavender sachets to scent her panties. He began to imagine the smell of her vagina combined with this intoxicating aroma.

　　All of these fantasies about Mom, especially the extra sensual thrill of the lavender, had Ben's cock working so hard that it was fully erected from his belly. Somehow the towel was still draped over it, but by this point, he was fully erect. The thick tube of his wide, meaty cock tilted up and away from his body, still obscured from the camera.

　　Above him, Tiffany moved from her son's shoulders to his chest. She noticed movement near his waist, which instinctively drew her gaze. As she watched, Ben's erection lifted the towel from his torso, forming a long, thick, low tent.

　　"Wow!" she thought instantly, and she couldn't hide her reaction as her eyes focused on her son's cock. Her hands paused only briefly, but in that moment, she couldn't help but break character. She had just made her son hard. The fact made her tremble all over and she almost orgasmed, and it was there that she braced herself on her son's chest, and for a brief moment, the rush passed.

　　Ben's penis twitched and jumped under the towel. Not even the camera could catch the movement in his groin. He felt the massage pause.

　　"Ma'am, could you please go a little harder?" he said, annoyed at his mom's slow, tortuous progress. Tiffany seemed distracted and her movements were choppy, which was unsatisfying to him. He really needed this to be a good video, and knowing it wasn't going to bring him to orgasm was making him uneasy.

　　"Oh... of course," she said, clearly distracted.

　　Tiffany regained her composure and took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on Ben's cock.

　　She rubbed slowly and deeply, working her way up his arms, spreading the oil as she went. Her breasts dropped down, creating the shot Ben had hoped for: big, full, sagging breasts threatening to flip out of their tiny white bikini top. The two swayed and bumped into each other as she worked over her son's arms and chest. After massaging her son's entire upper body, she moved to his side, re-oiled her hands, and began massaging his feet.

　　Ben's cock was so hard it felt like it was going to pop out of his skin.

　　"I must let her touch me," he thought.

　　Tiffany worked her way up his legs, starting at his calves, but she found she couldn't keep her eyes off the huge cock that had been lifted from the towel.

　　She wanted so badly to brush the towel off his skinny body and touch his cock that she continued to rub his legs while fantasizing about doing so. In her distracted state, she didn't notice that her breasts were steadily rising and falling as she worked. The inner cup of her top jiggled a bit and suddenly, one of her nipples popped out, almost completely exposed. Since she was facing the camera, this was obvious to the camera.

　　Tiffany didn't notice this latest development, as her nipples were so hard she couldn't tell whether they were pressing against the fabric or the seam, but she continued to work, trying to stay focused.

　　Ben wanted to stroke his penis. He noticed that his mother had stopped talking, probably concentrating on the massage. He wondered what would happen if he pushed again.

　　"Ma'am, could you please massage my inner thighs more? My muscles there are very tight."

　　Tiffany was taken aback by the request. She hesitated for a moment, then realized that the response was appropriate.

　　All she could say was, "Yes, sir." Part of her thought was that since the cameras were recording, there was nothing she could do about the request.

　　Tiffany redoubled her efforts, moving up his thighs, vigorously massaging his inner thighs. When her hands reached his crotch, she had nowhere else to go. She felt her pussy throbbing, and knew that her inner thighs were coated with her own fluids.

　　Ben sensed her submission, and it touched him; though she could be strict with him from time to time, his mother had a submissive nature.

　　Tiffany kneaded Ben's right thigh, closest to her, and then moved to his thigh farthest from her, keeping her eyes on the towel around his waist. Her movements caused the towel to slowly move. It slid down a few inches, then stopped. She carefully eased the pressure of the massage.

　　"Harder," Ben said flatly.

　　She hesitated, then obeyed, moving up his thigh. Her knuckles touched something between his legs. It was warm. She realized she had touched his scrotum.

　　Ben's cock pulsed vigorously as he felt his mother brush his aching balls. The towel finally slipped off and fell completely to the edge of the table.

　　Tiffany froze, staring at Ben's huge, bouncing, wiggling cock. Now it was fully exposed to her. She felt nervous, then anxious, then excited, all in a matter of seconds. It was long and thick, looking like a sexy piece of meat. It had perfectly smooth skin, with a few blue veins running up the middle. A string of clear sperm hung from the tip, dripping down onto his belly. His cock was moving completely on its own.

　　To her, it looked like the most alluring thing in the world. It was so spectacular. She studied his hard cock and huge balls while massaging his thighs with her hands. Her eyes were fixed on her son's huge balls. She wanted to touch them. She remembered being struck by the size of her son's balls when she watched a video of him masturbating. Her fantasy and her recent fascination with her son's penis made her feel uneasy. She began to think about the consequences of touching it.

　　"Higher, ma'am," Ben ordered impatiently.

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

　　She raised her massaging hand a little higher. Her knuckles brushed against his scrotum again, causing his testicles to twitch. She rubbed it against his legs again, repeating the same motion. She panted silently.

　　"Higher." He ordered coldly.

　　"If I touch Ben's penis, would it be incest? Does it even matter? It would help sales a lot if we had a video of me touching his penis. We could put that part of the video in the trailer and it would help his sales." Tiffany began to rationalize her desire to touch her son's penis and testicles.

　　Tiffany decided that she couldn't think straight about it anymore. She had to touch it. Whether it was for video sales or some other reason, it was time to touch her son's cock.

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

　　Tiffany took a moment to apply more oil to her hands. As she rubbed them, she stared at her son's swollen penis.

　　"Oh my God, I'm about to start!" Thinking of what she was about to do, her heart beat faster and her lower body became wet.

　　She rubbed her palms together and then took a deep breath and placed both palms on his penis, holding it like a bamboo pole. Her fingers did not touch as she held his fully erect penis.

　　Ben swallowed hard and felt his mother take hold of his huge cock. Finally, god, it felt so good. He wanted to grab her breasts and rub them all over her.

　　He had never held back so much, endured so much teasing, delayed gratification, as he had in the past week. Usually, if a girl he was dating wanted sex, they would just go right ahead and have sex. What he was doing with his mom was something he was not used to, and it was driving him crazy.

　　"Right there, Mom..." Ben's voice was shaky. "Uh, ma'am. It's perfect," Ben said. "It hurts there."

　　Oh my god! Tiffany thought as she felt a strong electric shock run through her body. She finally got hold of it. At first, she just held it, not squeezing or stroking it repeatedly, but relishing the feeling of this powerful tool. She found herself feeling strange and surprised by this taboo behavior.

　　This wasn't just a big cock, this was her son's big cock and she was holding it tightly with both hands. She didn't want to let go of it, not even for a second.

　　Ben sighed, the towel covering his eyes as he twisted his legs slightly to move his cock into his mom's hand. He wanted to pull the towel away from his eyes and watch his mom grab his penis for the first time, but he knew that would ruin the shot. He tried his best to stay still.

　　Tiffany took his penis in her hands, gripping it like a baseball bat. She squeezed it tentatively, and it throbbed. She squeezed it again, and the entire length that stretched out from her hands darkened. She saw the tip of the penis turn reddish purple as more blood rushed into it. Tiffany closed her eyes, feeling as if she were satisfying some deep need. She didn't remember ever being so attracted to Larry's penis. There was something special about Ben's penis.

　　His thick cock felt slick and hot in her grasp. Tiffany blinked again. She had given her husband a few handjobs in their twenty years together, so she knew the basics. The big difference here was that she was holding her son's cock, and it was bigger and more perfectly shaped than his father's.

　　The camera is perfectly aimed at the big cock, capturing Tiffany's every move. Sometimes her chin appears in the shot, but most of the frame is huge tits, a big cock, and a willing pair of hands.

　　Tiffany could feel Ben's every heartbeat through the base of his penis. She clenched her hands and watched the familiar clear liquid flow out. She looked down at Ben's testicles and was surprised to find that his testicles were loose in his scrotum and there was very little hair between his legs.

　　Since this is a massage video, she thinks she should rub his balls too. She removes one hand from his penis and uses her greasy right hand to play with his big balls for a while. She strokes each one evenly and then plays with both of them together, keeping one hand on his penis the whole time.

　　She had a constant feeling of butterflies in her stomach that wouldn't go away. What she was doing, stroking her 19-year-old son's penis with her hand, felt exciting and illegal. She was completely absorbed in the experience and wanted to do more than just hold his cock. Her thoughts and feelings were irrational, she wasn't used to thinking about Ben in such a sexual way, at least not until the last week, and now that she was stroking him, she realized she had crossed a line.

　　He was so handsome! This was so exciting! She felt like giving her son a handjob. His penis was bigger than any penis she had ever held, so it was fun to touch.

　　Tiffany let go of her son's testicles and grasped his penis again with both hands, close to the base. His protruding penis was tensely stretched into a slightly obvious arc, and the glans seemed to be swelling. She didn't know if the hard meat in her hand could get any harder.

　　She leaned forward and brought the heave of her breasts closer to her hands. She placed her breasts on her wrists and began to move her torso slightly up and down. This effectively caused her soft, full breasts to caress Ben's penis as it rose up from Ben's torso. Ben felt her warm, smooth breast flesh brushing against his erect penis and the ridges behind the penis head.

　　He was forced to endure the pleasurable torture and twist his hips.

　　Tiffany smeared his greasy cock and leaking cum all over her tits, mostly ignoring her ultra-thin bikini top. Ben tried his best to stay still, but he knew he would cum soon, from her lustful fiddling and the feel of his straining cock dragging against her smooth, soft, warm, glorious tits.

　　Tiffany rocked slightly as Ben's cock surged, allowing more cum to flow into her cleavage. She looked down and saw both of her nipples were exposed. As Ben continued to ooze out the slippery natural lubricant, she rubbed the head of his cock against each nipple. She held his cock at the base of her hands as his cock head rubbed against her large breasts and then wedged between them.

　　"Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!" Ben cried out. His orgasm was so intense that he completely lost himself, lost in the moment. His whole body began to spasm. His head was bobbing as his mother's touch gave him such intense pleasure. The incestuous scene seemed to open up a whole new sensory experience for him, heightening the intensity of his orgasm. It was the best orgasm of his life.

　　Ben lifted his hips off the table, thrusting his ass up to meet her stroking hands and the smooth cleavage of her breasts. His semen spurted out in one powerful spurt, filling both of them and splashing into the courtyard behind them.

　　"Mmmmm... Mmmmm." Tiffany made sexy noises as she watched the semen spurt out from Ben's waist.

　　She clenched her hands as Ben continued to pump his hips. His next cum came as she rubbed his cockhead against her nipples, spurting out onto her chin and landing messily on her neck and the tops of her breasts.

　　She felt the warm coating covering her breasts. "Yes, that's it. Cum." Tiffany cried out in shock as her son's penis exploded with a powerful ejaculation.

　　Ben continued to explode with his most powerful orgasm yet. His cock sprayed thick cum all over Tiffany's neck, chest, shoulders, arms, and onto her sagging breasts, coating the fabric of her white bikini. She arched her back to provide a wider target. At this point, she let his bare cock push the rest of her bikini top aside and drag over her exposed nipples and breasts.

　　She loved feeling his hot, slippery sperm against her stinging skin.

　　As Ben began to relax, Tiffany relaxed her grip on him. She looked into his eyes, which were still covered by the towel, and his mouth was open in pleasure. She gently squeezed the remaining cum from his cock, feeling his strength draining away. She slowly stopped and looked down at her hands and chest.

　　The cum was all over her hands, neck, and chest. Some even got on Ben's thighs. The cum was splattered on part of the towel and on Tiffany's forearms and biceps. The front of her bikini was stained with cum and oil, probably a permanent stain.

　　At this moment, both mother and son suddenly realized that they had completely forgotten the existence of the camera.

　　Ben was too exhausted to move. Tiffany slowly peeled her sticky hands off his hot cock and let it fall heavily on his stomach with a thump.

　　"Oh my..." she said, her face flushing as she parted contact with the cock she had been thinking too much about.

　　"I—" She resisted the urge to look at the camera, recalling the scene. "I spilled lotion everywhere. Here, I'll help you clean it up."

　　She's completely out of character, but it doesn't matter. The camera won't notice. She grabs a towel and reverts to full mom mode, wiping all the cum off her son. She cleans his hands clean but doesn't bother to wipe her breasts, arms, and neck.

　　Ben was in a state of delirium. He felt his mother's hands gently wiping him, but he could barely move, only occasionally twitching or groaning as she worked.

　　She discarded the towel and placed a new one over his exhausted cock as it stretched across his abdomen. Noticing that the towel was too small to cover his stretched cock and balls, she reached over and scooped up his balls and tucked them neatly under the towel.

　　"You're all set, Mr. Johnson," Tiffany said happily, patting Ben's balls. She picked up her bathrobe and left the scene.

　　For a long moment, Ben didn't move. His whole body relaxed, especially his exhausted cock and freshly-extracted balls. He felt something shaking his thighs, and he finally started to push his legs up, sitting up, letting the towel slide from his eyes.

　　He was greeted by his mother, smiling and standing over him, squeezing his thigh gently.

　　"Wow." This was all he could say as he looked up at her.

　　"Are you happy with this scene? I mean, did you enjoy it?" Tiffany asked hopefully. She hadn't masturbated in a long time, and she needed reassurance that her performance was up to par.

　　Her breasts were still covered with a huge, messy mess of his sperm. Ben couldn't help but laugh.

　　"Do I like it?" Ben repeated her question. "Look down, Mom. The clothes you're wearing are proof that I like it," he joked, pointing to a pool of cum on her breast. "Very much," he added dramatically.

　　"Ben, don't be so rude!" Tiffany patted her son's shoulder lovingly.

　　He stood up and checked the camera. Tiffany looked at her naked son and his drooping monster. Ben noticed she was watching and took the camera to take one last shot of the scene. He pointed the camera at his mother's huge breasts as she stood there jacking him off. He hoped to get a shot of the cum dripping down her breasts and her stained white bikini top.

　　"Okay, no problem. Let me go edit it and see what we can get. Since my face is facing the other way, I'm not sure what the video will look like. Either way, it'll be a big improvement over just another video of me masturbating."

　　Tiffany went inside to clean up and decided to take a bath while this clip was working. She let the hot water relax her while she replayed the entire sexy scene in her mind.

　　As she soaked in the warm water, she began to touch herself, remembering how it felt to take off her bathrobe and become the center of attention. She kneaded her full, soft breasts, pinching her nipples as they hardened. She remembered the feel of the oil on her son's skin. One of her hands lingered on her nipple while the other slid down between her legs. She recalled the image of Ben's penis rising and lifting the towel. She remembered how exciting it was that she had provoked such a reaction.

　　Suddenly, she came in the bathroom. Tiffany moaned loudly and had to support herself against the wall as she shook with orgasm. The image of Ben's thick erect penis, erect, hard, and throbbing in her hand was seared into her mind. She finally had to admit that she loved thinking about her son's penis.

　　Tiffany quietly rubbed her vagina as she recovered. Her skin tingled as she began to recall grabbing her son's exposed penis. The memory was so intense that it sent shivers down her spine. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She slipped her fingers into her vagina again, her thumb caressing her clitoris.

　　Before she knew it, Tiffany had climaxed again, and now with her back against the wall, she slid down the shower tiles, spreading her legs in the heat and letting her knees buckle in pleasure.

　　Tiffany went through her first sexual encounter with her son without feeling any overwhelming objections of conscience. In fact, quite the opposite. She was getting more and more used to seeing his penis and talking to him sexually, and she now realized that she liked it.

　　After two powerful orgasms, she finished her shower. Feeling rejuvenated in her sex life, she was full of energy for her beauty treatment. The entire time, she was thinking about her son and their evolving sexual relationship. Although she had been "out of the game" for a long time, she was not only the driving force behind several of her son's sexual releases, but she actually brought him to orgasm on his first try that afternoon. As she applied various lotions to her body and got dressed, she felt a palpable sense of pride and accomplishment.

　　About an hour later, Ben called out to his mother, "Mom, come and see!"

　　Ben asked his mother to join him in the living room, where he did the first edit of the video they had just recorded. He hooked up the camera to the big screen and fiddled with it while he waited.

　　"What was the result?" she asked as she entered the room.

　　Ben looked up from the camera and saw his mom looking fresh and hot. Her soft red hair was loose in beautiful waves that fell over her shoulders and down her back. She had an easy smile on her face that he hadn't seen in years. The back of her ivory neck was clearly visible in her parted robe, as was her deep cleavage, clearly without a bra. The robe closed right where her breasts would naturally part, giving him a good view of the lower curve of each dangling E-cup breast. The robe extended to a few inches below her ass, tantalizingly showing off the soft skin of her thighs. Her legs were bare, with only some fluffy, comfy socks covering her feet and part of her calves.

　　Ben's eyes widened in surprise.

　　"Want me some popcorn?" Tiffany joked, smiling self-deprecatingly.

　　"Well, that's great, Mom. It turned out great. Is that the new robe?"

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

　　Ben stared at her body shamelessly. "Mom, you look so sexy."

　　He used to describe her clothes in innocent terms, saying she looked good, pretty, or good-looking. Lately, he has started describing her as sexy or hot. She walked by him, smiled, ruffled his hair, and sat down on the couch.

　　Ben started the video and relaxed onto the couch, sitting to his mom's left.

　　The video begins with Ben, naked, slumped over a table, looking very relaxed. Tiffany enters the scene. The camera is angled just right to show her body, but not her face. Tiffany sits on the couch and looks at herself, remembering the time she accidentally introduced herself by her real name, and she starts to get nervous.

　　On screen, she turns to Ben, away from the camera, and says, "Hi, I'm --" Then, the score pauses for a moment in an obvious but fairly seamless cut, before continuing, " -- your masseur."

　　Tiffany turned to her son on the couch. "Good job, Mr. Editor." She playfully squeezed his thigh. Ben smiled back.

　　They watched the scene continue to play out. On the screen, Tiffany undressed and faced the camera, her body in the foreground, providing a nice shot of her bikini-clad breasts. Ben watched his mom anxiously from the couch. He really wanted to masturbate, and why not? He had masturbated around his mom before, but usually in the background of a video. He stole a glance at his mom. From his angle looking to her side, he could see more of her breasts through her parted robe. His cock was stirring beneath his baggy shorts. He glanced back at the screen, suddenly feeling brave.

　　On the screen, Tiffany was bending over, rummaging through the basket. Her long legs were exposed, extending to her plump round buttocks in her bikini bottoms. Just below her soft buttocks, Tiffany's swollen labia were clearly bulging between her thighs.

　　"Oh my god, you can see my-" Tiffany paused and pushed her hair over one shoulder. "Well, you can really see my body in a bikini, right?" she asked back.

　　"Yes, Mom, you look stunning. I think I like the white one best," he said with a big smile. He loved the distinct shape of her vagina. He wanted to see it in its entirety without covering it. He rubbed his penis against his shorts.

　　There was a brief silence as both watched the scene carefully. Tiffany began to massage seriously, trying to keep her face away from the camera. On the sofa, she watched herself massaging her son's shoulders and chest on the screen, fidgeting.

　　She cleared her throat uneasily.

　　The screen focused on Tiffany's heaving breasts. Ben saw his mother fidgeting on the couch and knew she was getting more and more excited.

　　He casually pulled out his long, hard penis from a hole in his shorts.

　　"Mom, your tits look amazing in this shot. You don't mind if I...you know," he hinted at her assent as he began to touch himself.

　　Tiffany watched as her son pulled out his huge erection. He began to stroke it boldly. She stared at the thick penis he held.

　　He was jacking off again? She was a little surprised, since he had just ejaculated a few hours ago.

　　They made eye contact and Tiffany responded, "Um, no thanks, I think that'll do, Benny."

　　He smiled at her, then turned back to the TV, eagerly masturbating. Tiffany knew she should look away from his crotch, stop him from masturbating, but she found it hard to do. His huge cock was drawing her attention like a magnet. She wanted to replace his hand with hers, remembering the electricity she had felt when she touched him before. She wanted to grab his cock and pump it up and down desperately, but she knew that would cross another line. Their recording project was a professional arrangement. Touching off camera was unprofessional. Regardless of the professional boundaries she had established, she felt her vagina throbbing and realized that her panties were completely wet.

　　Ben watched the screen, happy to be masturbating openly in front of his mom, completely out of context for their video. On TV, Tiffany was massaging her son's legs, and when the towel came off, Ben's big, hard erection was exposed to the screen. His mom was sitting next to him in the living room, and her expression made his balls itch; he was ready to cum. To hold back, he had to stop stroking his cock and squeeze the penis just below the head.

　　Tiffany kept her eyes fixed on her son on the couch and saw him pause and then leak from the top.

　　"Are you about to orgasm, Ben?" she asked frankly, still reveling in the vivid scene before her.

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

　　His plot worked and she focused all her attention on his cock.

　　Ben is so sexually aroused that he watches the massage video playing in high definition on the large flat screen TV in front of him while he jerks off in front of his disheveled mother, which makes him ejaculate after just a few minutes of masturbation.

　　"I see," Tiffany said. She wanted to touch herself, too. She thought quickly.

　　"Well, I don't want you to make a mess. Let me get you a towel." She hurried to the kitchen.

　　She crossed the threshold of the living room and leaned against the wall, out of sight. On the screen, she heard her son say, "Right there, ma'am, perfect...it's sore there." She knew she was holding his cock. Tiffany threw away her bathrobe and immediately began to grab her breasts with one hand and toyed with her clitoris under her panties with the other.

　　"Hmm...mmmm..." She sighed softly, leaning against the wall and going to the living room behind her, whimpering as she reached a secret climax.

　　"Mom! Hurry up. I'm going to cum everywhere!" Ben said in a coquettish voice, pulling Tiffany back from her sexual orgy.

　　When she returned to the living room, Ben had paused the movie and looked annoyed, his throbbing penis still sticking out of his hand, its glistening tip.

　　"I had to pause. You took so long!"

　　"Oh, there's nothing clean in the kitchen. I had to go to the laundry room. Sorry, let's watch the finale together," Tiffany said excitedly. Now that she had ejaculated herself, she was in a much better state to watch the game sitting next to her son who was masturbating.

　　The screen freezes on a shot of Tiffany standing next to her son, holding the base of his cock with both hands and pressing it against her bulging cleavage. Her nipples have popped out. Her hair hangs down, soft and rosy, but her face is not visible.

　　Ben pressed play.

　　Tiffany watched as she slowly stroked her son with her entire upper body. She was now brushing the head of his cock across her breasts and arching her back. His cock carelessly pushed the bikini top off her breasts and dragged over her nipples. She tensed as her chin came into view, but quickly slid off screen again.

　　"Can you give me the towel?" Ben asked.

　　"Here, I'll hold it and you just aim." Tiffany said, lowering her body and kneeling in front of her son who was sitting beside her.

　　Tiffany knelt on the floor with the towel outstretched in both hands, letting the excess drape over her forearms to give Ben a large target. She had seen the size of his ejaculations and wanted to make sure she caught it all.

　　Ben stood by, his head humming as his climax approached, watching himself on the screen thrust his hips up towards his mother and begin to shoot his cum all over the place.

　　He looked down. Below him, Tiffany was kneeling, smiling slightly, and handing him a large, smooth towel. At this moment, her bathrobe was open, and through the gap, her drooping breasts could be seen. What's more, he could see her two areolas and even the enlarged nipple of her right breast.

　　Ben smiled and began to stroke his cock violently. He sighed.

　　"Puff!" His cock spit out a thick white liquid into the towel, making a dull and wet sound.

　　"Oh, yes, Ben!" Tiffany cheered as she watched, forgetting her professional boundaries.

　　Ben took a breath and continued to thrust rapidly, spurting out semen in rapid succession.

　　"Cum it all over the towel, Benny!" she encouraged.

　　He released several streams of cum onto the towel on her forearm.

　　"Fuck!" he said finally, his hands slowing down.

　　Tiffany watched his cum splatter onto the towel and smiled, her eyes glued to his cock as it spurted out the cum. She loved watching him cum from this angle, being able to see it all up close.

　　When he was done she looked up at him. "Well, I bet it felt better!"

　　Ben let out a satisfied sigh above her head. "Oh man, I need this!" He wiped his cock on a clean spot on the towel and felt his mom's hand underneath. She squeezed the head of his cock through the towel and then released it.

　　Tiffany folded the soiled towel neatly, and then they both sat down on the couch. On the screen, Tiffany was cleaning the semen off her son's legs and stomach. Sitting on the couch, she could feel her son's warm semen in the towel on her legs.

　　"Wow, this clip looks great, Ben," she said, sincerely admiring their production.

　　"I think so, Mom. You're a star! I'm so glad you could help me."

　　"I really like how we're both involved. It's not just you jerking off," Tiffany said with a laugh.

　　They agreed that it was the best video yet. Tiffany loved the look of the two of them and was relieved that her face wasn't in the video. After turning off the TV and disconnecting the camera, they had a quick dinner and went their separate ways for the evening.

　　In his room, Ben set the video to upload and named it "Massage." He entered it into the "Big Tits" category. He was curious to see how the downloads for this new category would compare to the downloads for the incest role-play video.

　　The next morning, Ben came downstairs in his normal shorts and t-shirt.

　　"Good morning, Mom."

　　"Good morning, Ben!" his mother greeted him happily.

　　She strutted around the kitchen in a white stretch tube top that struggled to cover about half of her breasts, leaving the other half sticking out. Her nipples formed a noticeable bulge at the neckline seam. She also wore boy shorts that were supposed to be underwear, but she wore them as bottoms. Her midriff was completely exposed.

　　His mom dressed like she was going to have a scene every morning. Ben loved seeing her in what he considered "slut clothes" and loved that she thought they would have a scene every day.

　　"I love this outfit, Mom," Ben said, holding his penis in his shorts.

　　Tiffany smiled in response and went back to her business.

　　After breakfast, Ben wanted to have his first "business meeting" with his mom. As he sat on the couch in the living room, he waved to his mom. Tiffany swaggered into the room and Ben looked at her slutty outfit. He never questioned her outfit when she dressed sexy. He just complimented her to encourage her to keep wearing the same outfit. The effect this had on him was to keep him in a perpetual semi-erection. When she sat down next to him, he adjusted himself calmly.

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

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

　　"Mom, we need to brainstorm for future scenes. I'm not a big fan of thinking while filming."

　　Ben wasn't completely truthful, but his deception had a purpose. Yesterday, his plan was to do an R-rated scene that would highlight his mom's tits. She upped the ante and went with the flow as the action turned X-rated. Apparently, she felt the need to do more while the camera was filming. He hoped that if he set the scene and the mood, she would do the same thing again, only next time she might take the action to another level.

　　Tiffany nodded encouragingly. "That's a great idea, Ben. I have some ideas."

　　Ben pulled out a spiral notebook and a pen.

　　"Yesterday we had a happy ending video of a massage, which was great, but what other actions are we going to have in future videos?"

　　In this way, he was finally able to open the conversation, at least in a general way, about future sexual opportunities between him and his mother. The downside was that she would have a chance to clearly express what she was unwilling to do; however, Ben kept in mind that if she was put on the spot, she might do more than they had planned.

　　"I don't know, what do you think?" Tiffany was having a hard time coming to terms with the situation. She was passionate about Ben, but she was conflicted when it came to the content of their video.

　　"I like what you said, we should treat this like a professional partnership. If that's what we're really about, then we need to be competitive. We should be above and beyond the other videos."

　　"I agree in theory, Ben, but we're not a couple, nor are we boyfriend and girlfriend. We're mother and son, so we have more boundaries, more restrictions; we have limitations." She meant it. They were talking about making real incest videos, not incest role-play videos. Ben needed to think about this.

　　None of this changes the fact that he can still have more and more sex with his mom under the guise of recording videos for financial gain.

　　"Okay, I get it, so what do you think we should do?" he asked.

　　"We discuss the scenario and then act out our professional roles. We perform in the video so that we can earn money to invest and develop your future... and pay your dad back."

　　Ben adjusted his cock in his shorts again. He was hard and aroused, madly attracted to his mom, especially at that moment.

　　She continued: "What happens during our filming is for professional purposes only and will not affect our family life. Agreed?"

　　"Agreed," Ben replied enthusiastically.

　　Ben thought to himself. Her new attitude changed everything.