I had been home from school for a couple of weeks, in my old room, first door to the right at the top of the stairs. Having just completed my 2nd year of college, I decided I was wasting my time, so I was back home and enrolled in a trade school learning to be a welder. In school, both high school and college, I had run track and boxed. At 6'4 and 185 I was lean and in shape.
The house had not changed since I had left. Mom had not changed it since Dad had died. She still slept in their bedroom, upstairs at the end of the hall.
Dad had worked hard to be without debt, so the house was free and clear, and he had provided enough padding in the bank account and investments so that mom did not have to worry.
We got along okay, she didn't have a bunch of rules for me to follow, and I didn't give her cause to make up a bunch. I tried to make myself useful, she did not assign chores and I did things that I saw needed to be done before she had to ask.
Mom was independent for the most part. At 41 years old, mom was happy and relatively carefree. She kept busy with community volunteer work. I worried about her getting taken advantage of after dad passed, but she has navigated those waters well. She seemed, to me, to be doing well... stable... secure. Little did I know the emotional storm to come.
It was a porn video, absentmindedly left on pause on my lap top at the kitchen table that began the avalanche. Just a pebble, accidentally kicked loose, that brought down half the mountain almost destroying everything...
I did not have a steady, not here at home or back at college, though I had always done well in the dating/hookup culture of school.
Sunday morning and I was bored and feeling lazy. Mom was out either at church or doing some charity work for the poor or homeless. I sat at the breakfast table and logged into a porn streaming site. Cruising through videos of one of my favorite porn stars, I saw one that had always been a favorite, a favorite because of her. It was a POV, mom and son seduction. I was about half way through it when my phone rang. I paused the video, answered the phone and began a "catch up" call from an old friend that had just heard I was back home. He invited me out to lunch, which turned into a pick up softball game, and then beers with a few other old friends, and introductions to a few new prospects. Frankly, I got excited about seeing Gerry, and the possibility of finding out what his sister Carol was up to as well.
I ran out of the house, leaving the lap top on and the screen up. After a few minutes it went black, but I did not give it a thought until later, when I got home, a little bit in the cups... remembered it, looked for it, could not find it where I remembered leaving it... figured I must have actually put it away, and then forgot about it. Mom was, I assumed, asleep, so, as quietly as I could, I put my drunk ass to bed.
The next morning my lap top was back on the kitchen table, lid closed and turned off. For the next two days I hardly saw my mother, though it wasn't until the third day that I really noticed that something was radically wrong.
I went down to breakfast and mom was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in her hands. Usually she was dressed and put together before leaving her room... this morning she was in her robe, hair un-brushed... unwashed even. Her face was pale, her eyes red... almost like she had been crying.
Crossing to her I bent to hug her and ask if she were fighting a cold or flue... but she flinched and began crying again.
"Mom?"
Asking if something was wrong would just be a stupid question, so I didn't ask it... instead I poured a cup of coffee for me, then moved her cup and filled it.
I had never seen my mom lose herself like this before, but, frankly, I was sort of surprised that I did not get a call after dad died, telling me that mom had crashed and burned. Both of them seemed pretty co dependent and I honestly had expected to have to hold the hand of whichever one was left when the other went first.
Wiping her eyes and taking a few deep breaths seemed to allow her to get a grip, at least temporarily. "I am mad... pissed off... at myself and the world."
It was a simple statement that did not give me nearly enough information to comment, so I sipped my coffee and waited for her to continue.
"I am embarrassed. I am very upset with you young man, but now I find myself having to ask for your help."
"I'm not sure what I did to cause you to be upset with me, but you know... you should know... that I will do what ever you need me to do to help. I don't know what's wrong, but you can count on me to give you whatever assistance you need." i offered, trying to reasure.
"I always thought I could... now I don't... don't know..." and then the hot tears began again.
I have never been a man of the world, but I knew enough to know that no matter what I did right now was going to be the wrong thing. I had already tried a hug and she had pulled away... it could mean that I would get my eyes scratched out if I tried again, or it could fix everything... I already offered to help and that just precipitated more tears, so something else had to be dealt with first. I sipped some more.
She gathered herself again. "I am angry and disappointed with you, I am embarrassed and disappointed with me even more for the same thing... and I am angry because I need your help to continue doing what I am embarrassed, angry and disappointed about... so it's hard for me to ask you... hard for me to tell you."
I waited again.
"You are a perverted young man... which makes me even worse... I don't even know what to call it..." she continued
At least now I knew what I had done. It explained, at least it looked like it might explain the mystery of my lap top.
"I need you to help me fix the computer in my room."
"What's wrong..." I asked
"Its infected. It has multiple viruses and now I can't get it to work properly... it's slow and I am inundated with pop ups." she explained
"That seems like an easy ask mom, any local shop can fix it..." i offered.
"I can't take it to 'just any local shop'."
I almost asked why not, then I remembered the embarrassment, and the reason for that embarrassment.
"Okay mom. I have some security software that should be able to clean it and set it right. If push comes to shove I can do a hard reset and get you started again."
She fidgeted a bit then, blushing, without looking up said, "There are things that I do not want to lose... but I hate that you will have to see them."
"Look mom... maybe we should talk about..."
"Its bad enough that I have to expose my computer to you... it's hard enough to ask for help! What in god's name makes you think I want to... or even CAN talk to YOU about this." There was a pause while she wiped her eyes again, then she asked rather harshly, "Will you help me fix my computer or not Matthew?"
"Sure mom. I'll do everything I can."
"Can you do it now?" she asked, her anxiety on full display.
"Uh... yeah... no problem." I said as I scooted my chair back.
"The password is 'Jim☆Dear'". she said softly.
My Dad's name was Jim, and she had called him Jim dear, since the first time they had watched "Lady and the Tramp" together.
I left her at the table, and, as I left the kitchen, said, "Try to get something good to eat... you are not looking very healthy." then, without waiting for a response, went up to her room.
I had not spent any real time in their bedroom, but I knew what kind of house keeper mom was, and her room did not reflect those efforts at all. The bed was unmade, dirty clothes were everywhere, and it smelled, stale.
The laptop was on the floor by the bed, I took it to her "dressing table", plugged it in and booted it up.
Yep... she had contracted "the Plague". It was loaded with cookies and malware. According to her pop up deluge, she had gone down some pretty twisted rabbit holes. I did not judge her flavors, just her surfing judgment.
I took it and her power cord to my room, giving her back her room. Having opened it up and seeing, I understood her embarrassment and her anger at herself... I could only imagine her anger at me was for being the gateway drug... angry and disappointed at first discovering I was watching porn, but then that I opened the door to her. I did not push her through, at least she did not blame me for that... she looked like she was having problems dealing with what she had found and how it made her feel... but she was an adult and I had no business trying to control her behavior. If my mom, who can not really be as innocent as this makes her appear to be, wants my help, she should ask for it, just like she has done in repairing her computer.
It took a while, but I got her back on line... functioning and clean... security software updated... but we were going to need to talk about some shit. There are ways to do this without getting infected, and I could set up accounts for her that would be safer than following unknown links. I could explain it to her so she knows, but setting something up, that's something she would need to ask for... assuming that she knew what to ask for...
I took the computer and cord down to the kitchen. She was not there so I hollered for her, no answer. Back upstairs and knocked on her door... spoke through the door... listened for the shower... knocked again and spoke louder. With no answer, I entered, calling her name again. The floor was picked up, the bed was made. I could feel the moisture from the shower... all good signs... but no mom.
I plugged her cord back in where it had been, then left the laptop plugged in to charge.
I went back to my room to turn on my own computer... dealing with the weirdness of learning about my mom's porn proclivities and curiosity put me in a state, horny, but cautious. I figured I needed to cleanse my palette as they say in wine tasting... a nice vanilla gangbang scene would do nicely, but I had a hard time keeping my mother from popping up in my minds eye. Normally that would be enough of a buzz kill to dissuade further action for a while, but today, I didn't get passed the first half scene before I was wiping the end of my dick off.
Ten minutes later I heard mom call up the stars that dinner was ready. I smelled the hot pizza before I hit the bottom of the stairs., rounded the corner and was pleasantly surprised to see mom, as cleaned up and put back together as her computer.
I made a comment about how nice she looked and after a thank you, she started the "small talk", I assume, to avoid any talk that would embarrass either one of us.
It only lasted until the pizza dwindled.
"Everything is set to right and updated... but that won't keep you from getting trashed like you did. The only thing that will do that is by avoiding the traps." I warned.
"Well, you don't have to worry. I'll not be doing that again..." she said a bit defensivly.
"Okay... that's good, but..."
"No but's!" she insisted. "I'm done with all of that... fithy.... I don't like the way it made me feel... so, I won't be..."
"Mom, all I was going to say was..." I gently tried to pursue my point
She stood up rather abruptly, almost knocking her chair over in the process. "I told you, I am done with that!"
She took her plate to the sink and after rinsing it off put it in the dish washer, stood up, grabbed the counter with both hands, took a couple of deep breaths, then turned back to me and said, "Thank you Matthew, for fixing my computer. I will admit I got a little lost and caught up in...I don't really know what or why...but I am done with that. Please don't give it another thought."
I stood up and went to the sink with my plate, set it down and turned to her. "I am the last person to judge you or anyone when it comes to web surfing porn." Mom blanched and stepped back. "but all I was going to say was that I can show you some ways to be safer and avoid..."
She stepped around me and headed to the stairs as she said rather harshly, "I told you! I will not be doing that anymore!"
I turned back to my plate to finish cleaning up thinking, "it's a good thing that I set in some trip wires and back ups...looks like I am going to need them."
The software I installed captured key strokes, but I wasn't interested in being invasive... I didn't spend time reading her mail. I set it up to alert me when a probe or attack was sent at her lap top. I did not block sites, but I did try to put up blind alley and dead ends... traps of my own, to contain malware incursions.
She did not quit surfing and streaming porn, but she didn't lose herself so badly. I was able to repair and reset her computer remotely without her really being any the wiser.
She kept her hygiene up and a certain level of housekeeping, so I did not see the need to intervene in her choice of entertainment... I mean, what kind of hypocrite would I be, knowing that what turns me on in a story or a film is not indicative of what I want to experience in real life. Porn is an escape from reality... so, I did not judge her for exploring different genres. A deep dive into hard core bondage did not mean she craved to be tied and abused... time spent watching rape and gang rape did not mean she wanted to be brutalized... those were not the only rabbit holes she wandered down... but I kept a pretty close watch when she started clicking on "sex available in your neighborhood" and "easy hook up" sites.
It had been a long time since she had gone out, let alone shared a bed with anyone... she was a grown ass woman... she had needs.
When she knocked on my bedroom door, dressed for a night out, it was not a surprise to me. She had agreed to meet a guy she found on line. I watched closely as she set up the date. They were meeting at a public restaurant, it had a bar and was close to a hotel, so "if" she wanted to, she could drink and fuck without coming home or going off to another site. It was all right there together.
She told me she was going out... I asked with who... she said a friend, no one I would know. Dinner and maybe a drink... don't wait up, wink wink...
"Good luck mom... be safe... be smart..."
"Listen to my young nanny repeating my own words back at me... you're so cute." she smiled.
"Just..."
"I know... I'm just giving you a bad time... it's nice that you care." she cut me off.
I said, "Look... if you need an excuse to leave. Text me "out" and I will call you and give you an emergency to attend to. If you need help, text help or just "h" and I will track your phone and come get you."
"Don't be such a... wait a minute... you can track my phone?" she sounded surprised
"Not the point mom..."
"You and I are going to have a talk about this... but not right now... I don't want to be late." She left.
I used the time to do some clean up on her computer and look a little harder at this "friend" she was meeting.
I had just started tracking into his account when the garage door opened and closed. Mom's phone location had her at home. I heard her head up the stairs and into her bedroom. Unless he was extremely light on his feet, she was home early and alone. Bad dates can sometimes need a shoulder to cry on, but that's more of a girl friend issue.
Mom did not come to me for comfort or solace... I would provide what I could if she asked or let me know, in some less obvious way, like tearing her clothes, sac cloth and ashes, wailing and gnashing of teeth... but she was quiet.
The next morning at breakfast I asked her about her "date". She was slow coming forth with information but eventually told me that it was a guy she had contacted on line through an adult dating site. "I know what you're going to say... save your breath. I feel foolish enough as it is."
I had had no intention of saying anything.
"He lied... a lot. He was nothing like he represented himself to be..." she continued, offering an unnecessary explination. "I knew as soon as I saw him that it was a bad decision."
Again I was silent.
"Maybe I should just get a dog..."
"A dog won't make up for human contact..." I scolded
"Well Matthew, I have you for that." There was a smile on her lips, but not in her words.
I spent the day in class, half book learning, half practice application. Welding required a whole lot more than a steady hand... a lot of people can run a straight bead... that's only a small portion of what a man learns to be a welder.
Mom was out when I got home... a quick shower, a beer and some reading about metals, temperatures, voltage, inert gasses. A couple hours in and I took a break, logging in to see how mom was doing. It was getting a little late and she had not told me what she was up to today. I became concerned that she might have arranged another meet-up. I was relieved when I could find no evidence that she had been visiting hookup sites. A quick check of her phone location put her at the mall.
Curiosity got the better of me, since I figured I had an hour or so before she could possibly be home. I started back tracing her latest streaming history. I was surprised to see that she watched a lot of the same movies as me, movies featuring my favorite star. All of them milf genres, as she was of the age now when those were the parts she was getting. A lot of step son and mom movies, step daughter movies, mom trading, group sex, threes and fours of mixed... several milfs together...a wife and her husband's boss and coworkers, both male and female... black mail and or ladder climbing like a good executives wife would do. There was bondage and domination, servitude, discipline. Nothing really new or over the top kinky showed up.
Porn almost always has the exact same affect on me... blood flow changes, body function priorities shift... but strong character disciplines self and can override base desires, so, back to the books, trying to read ahead a bit.
I had already eaten dinner, "left over goulash" as dad called it... combining several small portions of different, unrelated dishes together, stir, heat and eat... and was back at my desk when the garage door alerted me to mom's return.
I heard her walk past to her room and was surprised, pleasantly, when, a few minutes later a soft tap sounded on my door. Since I did not need to yell "Wait!" and quickly "tuck in and pull up", I said come in and mom opened the door just enough to stick her head in and quietly ask if I had a moment to talk.
Since we had already discussed how I could track her phone, and agreed that I was not invasively keeping tabs on her, and that, in reality, it made her feel safer knowing I cared enough to watch out for her, I did not know what she had in mind.
She came in, closing the door behind her, nervously looked around and then settled, sitting on the end of my bed.
I waited while she fidgeted, then, when she seemed stuck in indecision, I said, "What's up mom?"
She started and stopped a couple of times... "I have been...", "I was looking up...", "Do you still..."
"Take a minute mom.. you seem really nervous about this... tell me what I can do to help you."
A couple of deep breaths... more twisting of fingers in her lap, before she finally said, "Alright... okay... I've been doing some thinking about my social life...meeting people... men... maybe even starting different and making a few girl friends... most of my old friends are married and it's awkward being the only single woman... anyway... after the epic failure with the dating app...(I didn't mention it was a hook up app, not a dating app, or explain the difference) "I was wondering... do you still get together with your friends and play those role playing games you used to be involved in?"
"It has been a while... tried it twice in college, but everyone was more interested in drinking parties... but, I imagine I could find a few people around and enough interested to get a campaign started... why? Did you want to host a game for geeks your age? I could DM something for you if that's what you need..."
Without answering my question, she asked another. "LARPing... is that right?" she asked herself. "Yes... LARPing. Did you ever LARP?"
"What's this about mom?"
"D&D is role play right?" she asked.
I nodded.
"And LARPing is live action role playing..." she was leading somewhere
"That's what the letters stand for mom..."
She scowled. "Don't be an ass hole Matt... I am really having a hard time with this."
"Sorry mom... I didn't mean to be condescending. Sorry."
"Well... alright then..."
"I know how, I know the premise... I have never participated because it was a lot more expensive... costumes, gear, a place we could roam around without getting grief from a 'non-player'. So no. I have never LARPed." I ventured to smooth the ruffled feathers.
"I need you to help me learn how? Practice? Possibly be a partner in an adventure or two... that's what... this is what I wanted to ask you... if you would be willing to role play... with me... to start with... and maybe... if it works... and we work... we could... expand the game a little? We could start small, and see if it works... if it would be what I want, and you want..."
"Mom?" I questioned. She was talking fast but stilted, more to her self, rather than to me.
She looked up at me... "We would not have to make a big investment up front. We could play here, in the house. If it works..." back to convincing herself, "...maybe take it out side, to a park or the beach..."
She looked back at me, questioningly.
"Sure... why not? I could be fun. We could decide what kind of..."
"Oh not to worry Matthew. You won't have to do any writing or directions at first... I've been giving this a lot of thought for a few days now. I even bought the costume for our first adventure. You wait here and I will go put it on and show you."
She was on her feet, moving nervously, almost frantically. Burning off nervous energy, like pacing before settling in at the blocks before a sprint.
"You wait right her... give me 20 minutes and I will come back and show you just what I bought... it should show you I what I have been thinking about better than me trying to explain it. Stay here.. stay put... be here when I get back!"
She shot out the door and back to her room.
I said, "Okay." to her back.
I was, to say the least, caught off guard.
I had been one of those "cross over" nerds. I enjoyed the fantasy games, and was pretty athletic, though track and boxing were the only two sports I ever worked at being good in.
I started researching to see where the nearest LARPing group was based out of and what worlds they played in. I had found a couple of things to share with mom when my bedroom door swung open and she announced, "Your adventure begins now!"
I turned in my chair toward the door and my jaw dropped after saying "Mom..."
She said, "Billy...how is the studying for your big test going?"
An inability to speak and/or a lack of words... has never been a real issue for me... but right now I was, totally "poleaxed". Mom was wearing a white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, dress shirt, with the top three buttons undone and open... open enough to expose the top of the black lace push-up bra and the resulting cleavage. Her raven black hair, twisted and piled up, and black horn rim glasses... even the correct shade of lipstick. She was not a twin, but there was no doubt who she was. Mom was dressed as my favorite porn star from the video I had left open on the kitchen table. While not an exact copy, she was close and definitely a "type". I never noticed how much mom resembled my porn crush... it looks like mom had though.
She called me Billy and asked about a test... she was saying the opening lines from the movie! Holy Fuck! Mom wanted to LARP a porno, not a D&D campaign.
Her costume included a navy blue "A" line skirt and 3 inch heels. If she was true to the details, she would be wearing pantyhose, and a black lace thong that matched her bra.
All of this hit me between the eyes as she took her first step into the room. Boxing, if nothing else, developed and enhanced my already quick reflexes... improving my ability to quickly assess and respond to the actions of another person and or developing situation.
I had, over the years, acknowledged my mother's good looks. Black, thick hair, full red lips and a cute up turned nose, 40D or better tits, a slim waist, maybe 28 inches and 36 inch hips on a 5'5 120 lb frame, but I've never been obsessed with her like others I have known. Seeing her now, dressed as she was, maybe I had just been transferring my lust onto another, similar, target object.
The words came unbidden, much like the blood flow to my rapidly swelling cock. "Gee mom, not so good. It's such an important test, if I don't score high, I may not get into the classes I need for a scholarship... I am under so much pressure to do well, I can hardly concentrate... I just don't know WHAT to do to relax. I'm sure to fail this!"
She had closed the distance as I turned back to the desk. She grabbed my head and turned my face back into her, hugging my head, pressing me into her bosom. I don't know how she did it, maybe it was just the way buttons like these worked... but when she quit rubbing my face in her tits, another button was undone, just like in the original.
"Oh honey... you work so hard... I wish there was some way I could help you to relax... to get some, release..."
She looked down in my lap, saw the blood filled cock extending down one pant leg. "Oh my poor boy!" her hand reached down, her fingers stretched out, and her bright red polished nails scraped down the shaft and off the head. "Mommy knows just the thing!" she knelt down and leaned in, over one leg and began working my belt open. My jeans were next then she fished out my now raging hard on.
Mom, in character, never hesitated. She was committed to the role, to playing out the part of lusty milf. A moment of indecision and I would have folded too... but she dove on my cock just like the actress in the movie. I faced the desk as she draped over one of my legs, tits squished up against my thigh, one arm between my legs, hand at the base of my prick.
Her warm mouth engulfed the swollen head. This is were we took the first deviation from the script. Mom hit her gag reflex and wretched. She pulled off, saliva trailing from my cock to her chin.
"Cough... gasp... don't, don't break character Matthew..." she panted out between gulps, trying to get her self back on track. "Please honey! I'll be alright."
The porn actress was an accomplished and professional cock sucker... mom was trying to replicate her actions, but unable to. (I did not know, at that time, just how inexperienced she really was... but she was game... mom really wanted this for some reason.)
She had pulled back, trying to regain her breath and her composure, but she never let go of my shaft.
For my part I kept a straight face, tried to stay in character, and on script, so she could return and continue.
A few minutes was all she needed... a few minutes that I tried to understand better, just what was going on, deeper than "mom has lost her mind" or "mom is play acting and giving me a blowjob". It wasn't enough time to figure it all out, but I decided, and locked it in, that I would do my best to help her achieve whatever it turned out that she was trying to do.
Mom got back to sucking my cock, and like in the movie, her position was uncomfortable and did not lend itself well to sucking cock. Without letting go with her mouth, mom began working herself around, passing over my leg to position herself between my knees, part of that included turning my chair out a bit to give her access. Once settled between my knees, she began to work my cock a little harder, twisting and pulling with her hand while sucking and licking vigorously. What she lacked in techniques, she made up for in enthusiastic attention to detail. She had studied this video.
Her hands came off my shaft, but not her mouth, and she began unbuttoning the shirt and then untucking it from her skirt. Then she sat up, finally allowing my cock to stand proud and free. She smiled at me as she stripped out of the shirt, pulled her fake glasses off and undid the restraints in her hair, causing it to fall.
As in the movie, no words were spoken, but her face told of her enjoyment and mounting lust. Arms up on my thighs, one hand cupped the back of my cock as she licked the underside, right up the piss tube then up and over the head, once again settling in to bob and suck. I looked away from my book, smiled at her as she glanced up at me, lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, and I stroked her head, petting her. She focused back on my pecker, re-doubling her efforts to suck the skin right off. I reached down her back and undid the clasp of her bra, she, shrugged and let it fall.
My hand went back to her head, cupping the back, then applying pressure, guiding her on my cock.
"Oh yeah mom... that feels great! Keep that up... that will help a lot."
Off she came, drool connecting chin and lips to shiny cock.
"I'm glad baby... you know mommy is here to help in EVERY way possible."
"Okay! In that case..."
I stood up, pushing the chair back, letting my trousers fall to my ankles, and pulled mom to her feet. She giggled and cupped her breasts, holding them up and out.
I bent at the waist and latched on, first to one nipple, then the other. I went to my knees while still attached, but let go to find the zipper on the side of the skirt. Down came the skirt, then I tore the crotch out of the pantyhose causing mom to gasp. I stood up, running a hand across her crotch, rubbing fingers against her soaking wet panties and kissing her deeply, passionately, like a lover... like someone I wanted to fuck.
Her arms came up around my neck and she pulled herself against me, smashing her tits into my tee-shirt clad chest. Her hands clawed at my shirt, pulling it off, over my head, as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my jeans. I then pushed against her again, naked now and carried her, feet just off the ground and landed on her, on my bed.
I moved down, as she wiggled up. We ended with me kneeling on the floor, between her legs, mauling both tits like a bear cub with honey covered melons. Mom encouraged me at the right times, writhing beneath me. I continued down her stomach, one hand leading the way, the other pinching nipples and groping firm breast flesh. When I backed out enough to get my face in her crotch I opened up the tear in her pantyhose and pulled the thong aside, revealing her glistening pussy. (Later, when I asked, she told me that she had even trimmed her bush to match the actress)
The character I was playing showed little finesse and almost no table manners when eating. I matched his "youthful" exuberance, smearing pussy all over my face. My tongue and lips worked overtime as her knees came up and her thighs spread wider. Both hands were now working, keeping the thong out of the way, and slipping in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
In the film, the mom thrashed and groaned but did not cum... my mom went off script and exploded in her first orgasm. I ad-libbed a bit, until I could bring her back to the script.
"Fuck me now... Billy! Fuck mommy with your big thick cock honey. Oh please! I need you to fuck me! Give me all that built up stress... come on Billy. Shove that meat in my hot fucking cunt!"
Her knees were up and hooked over each arm at my elbow, my hands back on her wonderful tits. They became handles as I thrust at her tight, wet but tight, opening. My cock head plowed and dug at her with each thrust, creating deep, guttural noises that may or may not have been in the script... probably not, but, they spurred me on, until mom was able to guide me to the right spot.
Unlike the movie, I didn't glide in. As wet as she was, it had been a while since she had regularly had a cock, real or fake, plowing her field, and swollen with blood, excited beyond what I thought was probable (This was my mom I was fucking with for fucks sake) there was no easy entrance and slam bam. I had to push. (I had fucked college age ass that was looser than mom's cunt.
Once the head was in, I held still for a couple of counts. Mom was gripping the sheets on both side, moaning, trying to say her lines, encouraging, through gritted teeth, to slam her, fuck her hard and let her have all my stress and tension. It was a valiant effort to stay on scrip, but, unrealistic to expect perfection... still she tried.
I pushed another inch in, stretching her around the thickest part of my girth.
"Ahhhhhhggggg!!!" she cried. "Toooooobiggggggfuuuuckkkkkk! oh fuuuuck!"
Her back was arched, her hands let go of the sheets and grabbed the backs of my hands, covering her tits. In her ecstasy and passion, her fingernails dug into my skin. We both dug into her breasts together.
I pushed in again and somewhere between the 4 inch mark and the 8 inch mark where I bottomed out, pressed pelvis to pelvis, mom came for a second time.
As she recovered, I threw one of her legs across my body and rolled her that way, pulling her to me, so that she was bent across the end of the bed, her knees on the floor. It wasn't gentle... I did not whisper sweet nothings in her ear... the script called for a hard fuck. It called for hips slapping ass and making it loud... it called for rutting... fucking... and that's what we did.
I slipped the head of my cock up and down through the blood swollen pussy lips... she was so wet that it was unnecessary in her case... but we went through the steps, just like the two paid actors had done.
She was sensitive, she must have been, but she played her part, pushing back against me after the first couple of thrusts.
"Oh... My... God.. Billy! You... are... so... fucking... long... i... I've... never... oh fuck!... been...fucked... like... this... before!!!!"
I gave her a heavy slap on the ass then pulled her head up by the hair.
"I'm getting ready to nut mom... where do you want it delivered?"
"Ugh... ugh...ugh..." she grunted then managed to get out, "I want... to taste... you... oh fuck... in my mouth please!!!"
I pushed her forward and back down, then pulled out and stood up, holding my cock by the root.
Mom pushed up and spun around, kneeling in front of me, holding her tits up, her mouth open wide and her tongue out as far as she could.
I can not count how many times I had pulled my cock to a nut with my eyes closed, picturing this actress in exactly this position... my mom was not in front of me... my masturbatory fantasy porn star was with my eyes wide open, and I cut loose so hard! Some of it went in her mouth... I know that, but you could not prove it from the amount on her face, in her eyes, her hair, on her chin, covering her tits. My balls felt not only drained, but sunken in. I came so hard, it felt like I had borrowed cum from next week.
At the end of the film, after the actor came, the milf sucked him, getting both his and her fluids in her mouth then spit some out onto her tits. We did not have to do that... mom was already covered... as surprised as I was by the shear volume.
She reached up, then, holding tightly to my partially deflating cock, sucked the head past her lips. Encouraged by that, she tried to shove more in, getting more, but still not all of my meat.
My knees were weak from the intensity of my nut, and her mouth on my now sensitive cock was making it hard to stand.
I knew we were not done with the script, and I did not know how far she wanted to take it, but, having watched it (more than once, less than 100 times)I knew there was more.
I lifted her up by the shoulders, then pushed her back onto my bed.
"That cleaned out my pipes mom, I can re-focus on my studies again, but you wore me out and I need a nap."
She moved herself up the bed, cum still dripping from her face, smeared on her tits. She patted the bed next to her and said, "Come lay down with mommy honey and hold me while you get a nap."
I crawled in, laid on my back and she curled up in the crook of my arm, snuggling in tight, and like in the film, the camera faded out as our eyes closed.
Still lost somewhere between the reality of curling up in bed with my mother, drenched and sticky, covered in my cum, and the fantasy of having just fucked my dream porn girl, I fell asleep.