My Mum? A Porn Model..?? free porn video

Before you start reading... This is NOT an original story written by me. Another xhamster user posted this a few years ago, but for reasons I won't bore you with, they have restricted the access to this piece of prose and so the audience for it is much smaller than it once was.

In my opinion, it's one of the best and most well-written stories I've ever read on xham, and for that reason I have decided to repost it in my stories for others to read.

It's a bit long (it was originally in 4 or 5 parts) and I have also found out that the original poster on xham did NOT write it, so it must be the work of someone not on xham at all. Who that contributor is..... who knows...??

So this is a bit of a tribute (not that kind of tribute you pervy lot!) to their writing talents, from one writer of erotic porn to another.... Hope you all like it.....

Roger, The Phoenixman ;-)

The camera clicked, lights flashed. “Mark, can you just adjust the silk, it's slipped.”
I walked across the studio, and pulled the flimsy material back into place, so it covered the models tits. Covered but not hidden. Her red erect nipples were still visible through the see through material. I moved back out of view of the camera, as Gerry continued photographing the girl.

I had been working for Gerry for six months. Six fantastic months. Photographic assistant. Three days a week, three poorly paid days per week. Still, it was the experience I needed, that and the foot into a very competitive industry. Two days a week I was at college, doing an arts and media course. But I was learning more from Gerry than I ever learned at college.

The girl was now leaning back, on her elbows, her legs spread, labia parted. My throat was dry, she was gorgeous.
“Mark, can you give me a meter reading,” Gerry called.
I did as he asked, hoping she wouldn’t notice that my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Ever.
I called out the reading.
“Thanks Mark. Relax a minute, will you, just want to try something.”
Gerry disappeared into his office. I smiled at the girl. I heard the security door phone sound, and Gerry answer it, a moment later a buzz and click, indicated he had released the lock.
“Couldn’t get me my bottle of water could you Mark,” the girl asked.
I got her water, and gave it to her, so I was standing over the naked girl when Gerry returned. He wasn’t alone. With him was my Mother.
“Thanks Mark. Your Mum needs a quick word.”

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“Well now at least I know why you are always so keen to get to work darling,” she said.
“Its not always like this,” I told her.
“No I’m sure its not, darling. Look I won’t be back until seven tonight, will you still be here?”
“Yes, yes. You could have rang me, you know I do have a mobile Mum,” I told her.
“You do, don’t you, and here it is, it was by the fridge,” she said handing it to me.

I sat with Gerry in front of his computer, editing the photos he had taken that afternoon. Some were deleted, some cropped. Slowly he whittled the photos down to a hundred. These he would send to one of his contacts. A contact who would buy them. We sat chatting, discussing the following days work. In the morning a couple were coming in to discuss the photos for their forthcoming wedding. The afternoon was a lingerie shoot for a website.
“Look Mark, I know you’re not due in tomorrow, but could you come in for the afternoon shoot?” Gerry asked.
I thought about it for a couple of seconds, “yeah, sure.”
We were interrupted by his mobile.
“Hello Vicky, how are………” His voice trailed off as he listened.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s all we fucking need. Fucking Vicky, has fucking come on a week early. Fuck. Now we need a replacement model.”
“What about the girl from this afternoon?” I offered lamely.
“Don’t be a fucking twat, we need some one with some class, not some little slut.”
I was rescued by the door, I ran down to open the door. It was my Mum.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“Late? I checked my watch, it was just after eight. “Hadn’t noticed, come up, shouldn’t be long.”
As we walked into the studio, Gerry was on the computer, going through his lists of models. Then he reached for his phone.
“Kris, hi, its Gerry. Any chance you can do a shoot for me tomorrow afternoon, pays well,” he said.
He listened briefly, before saying, “shame, look I’ll have something for you soon, bye.”
He turned, “ Mark we have a real prob………..”

“Me model, no I couldn’t Gerry, why would you even think I could?” Mum said.
“You’d be perfect, Linda.” Gerry said continuing his charm offensive. I’d seen it before, as he talked a reluctant model out of her knickers.
“Well if you think I could, I’d always secretly fancied being a model, but I’m not sure Mark would be…..well you know.” Mum said.
“Linda, Mark is a professional, you saw him this afternoon, and you will be wearing a bit more than that model. No Mark will be detached and professional at all times, anyway, I’m sure he’s seen you in your underwear before.”
I watched as Mum thought about the offer. She was tempted I knew, knew too that she had always wanted to be a model. The trouble was did I want my Mum to be a model?
“Well Gerry you’re right of course, and he’s seen me topless on the beach on holiday, what do you think darling?”
“If your asking me, your son, then I’d say go for it, why not. If you’re asking me Gerry’s assistant, then I’d say Linda, that you couldn’t be in better hands, Gerry is a great photographer, me, I’m his assistant and will help you during the shoot as much as I can. Does that answer your question Mum?”

I heard Mark leave the house, as I hit the shower. I had a knot in my stomach. Nerves, but also an excitement. I had always wanted to model, and now I had my chance.
Luckily I had, had my bikini line done only a couple of days ago, my legs too. I had an appointment at the hair dressers in an hour, so my hair would look good as well. This was, I knew a one off, so I intended to make the most of it, even if Mark was there, he was used to watching other women being photographed, I hoped he could really cope with seeing his mother in front of the camera. He had given me one piece of advice on our way home last night, and that was to ensure I didn’t turn up with underwear marks, so braless, and just loose panties I headed out.

“Fucking hell Mark, I thought they were never going to fuck off. Now lets get ready for this afternoon. The stuff they want the model to wear is in the changing room, go and get it arranged so the model can change quickly, there’s some props, and notes as to what goes with what. Better find something less revealing for the first few shots though, don’t you?”
“Of course Gerry, know what you mean, I’m still not sure how you talked her round.”
Mark let me into the studio. It was just before two. I was now bitterly regretting my decision. “Come in Mum, I mean Linda. Let me show you to the changing room, can I get you anything, coffee, tea?” He asked.
“I’d murder a vodka, but better not, no just some water darling.”
I stood looking round the changing room, a make up mirror, and table, a chair. On one side a sofa, over which were lots of underwear, some hung from a hanger. Mark was soon back, with my water, a bottle.
“Better get out of those clothe, did you bring a wrap? Did you bring two photo ID’s?” He asked.
I handed them to him, and he disappeared. I stood for a moment, then undressed, as I reached for the wrap, he returned, and there was an awkward moment, before I slipped the wrap on.”

Mum stood naked, she had the most amazing breasts, her nipples a dark red, with a large aureole. She had a fantastic figure, her 36D breasts, a slim waist, and thirty five inch hips. Her long legs were shapely. As she tied the wrap around herself, I couldn’t help but notice her waxed cunt, smooth, with a small strip of pubic hair just above her clit,, or where I knew her clit was. My throat was dry, my cock hard. My mother had given me a hard on. I led her out into the studio.
“Linda, if you can just stand there, and hold both your id’s in front of you.” I told her.
She did as I asked, and I clicked the camera, recording both her and the id’s for our records, I had already photocopied them, but we always took a photo with the model holding them.
“Thanks Linda, can you go and do your makeup, remember do it heavy, we’ll be ready in about twenty minutes, if that’s ok?”

I had just finished my makeup when Mark came to get me. He explained how the shoot would progress the night before, but went over it again.
“Ok Linda, Gerry will video you in each of the outfits, then a few stills. The sound will be off, so you can ask anything you’re not sure about, and we’ll give you directions. I’ll come back each time and give you the next outfit to wear, and help you dress if you need it, and pack the outfits away as they’re worn. Now we’ve a lot to get through.”
Mark handed me a black bra, and matching panties, silk, but not see through.
“Wear your black stilettos‘, for now, I’ll do the buckles.”
I did as he said, putting my feet into the shoes, while he knelt and buckled them. He left me to put the lingerie on.

I watched as Linda walked into the studio, she looked as I knew she would. Fabulous. I knew she was thirty seven, she was toned, with an even light tan. Mark had told me she worked out twice a week, and swam after each session. It showed. I wished the younger girls that passed through my studio were half as fit. Her shoulder length blonde hair was freshly done, as were her nails. I zoomed in on her, and recorded her. She reached her marks, turned, a nervous smile on her red lips.
“Ok Linda, remember to look right into the lens, yes that’s it, great. I took it slowly, the nerves faded. Next a few stills. Ok Linda, first one done, time to change again.”

“That wasn’t so bad Mark, right what do I wear next?” I asked.
“This set next,” he said handing me a black lacy pair of knickers, and bra. The knickers I saw were lace at the front, but transparent at the back, the cups of the bra lace, but my nipples would be visible through it. Had I done the right thing, prancing around like this in front of my son?
“Do you need a hand Linda?” He asked.
“Just unclip me, oh, and what shoes?” I asked.
He undid my bra, as he said “keep those ones on. I’ll be outside.

This time as she walked out I could see Mum had lost her nerves, and settled into becoming a model. Fuck she was hot, how had I never noticed before, maybe because now she was Linda, and I was looking at her in a different way. I watched as Gerry filmed her, then photographed her, soon it was time to change again.
“Right Linda, this time the white heels, here let me.”
I helped her change shoes. Handed her the next set. “Want me to undo you?”
“Yes thanks.”
I waited outside again. She walked out wearing a half bra, her nipples barely covered. The panties were tied on her hips. My cock throbbed at the sight of her, “fuck at this rate I’ll come in my pants,” I thought.
It was time for the stills when Gerry called a stop.
“Mark, can you tie those knickers a bit higher.”
I moved in front of her, pulled both bows, in turn, retying them much higher on her hips. The material pulling up hard against her cunt, the slit obvious through the material.
“Better, now pull the bra down a fraction, so her nipples poke over the top.”
I did as he asked, noticing Mums nipples were like my cock. Hard.
Gerry redid the video and the stills with the underwear adjusted.
“Ok Linda, can you take the bra off, slowly, then d**** it over your left shoulder, and look over that shoulder staright at the camera.”
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, but did as he asked.

I unclipped my bra, let it drop, then did as Gerry asked. I had a knot in my stomach. Nerves, no. I was excited. My pussy was tingling. I hoped I didn’t wet my knickers, that would be so embarrassing as Mark would see. He’d know.
We walked back to the changing room, I held the bra in my hand. I handed it to him when we got there.
“What next?” I asked eagerly.
Next was a sheer red top, red pvc shirt, red boots, and red fishnet stockings, hold-ups.
“I’ll need a hand with these, or I’ll be all day,” I told him. “Sure you don’t mind honey?”
“That’s my job Linda.”
“I can’t undo these ties, would you?”
He undid the knickers, I didn’t hold them, and they fell to the floor. I was naked, but for my heels. Naked in a small room with my son.
I sat back, and rolled the stockings up my legs. “Knickers?” I asked.
“No, just the skirt,” Mark replied.
I wriggled into it, then pulled the tight sheer red top on, my nipples pushing against the thin material. The Mark knelt in front of me, lacing the boots. I knew if he cared to look he could see straight up the short skirt, at my waxed pussy. Waxed, wet pussy.
I walked out into the by now familiar studio, this time Gerry had me lay on a sofa, filming me.
“Let the skirt ride up a bit Linda, that’s it, good. Now let your legs relax, good, good.”
I did as he wanted, not because he wanted it, but because I wanted to.
I put a finger in my mouth, biting lightly, my other hand lifting the hem of the short skirt. I was rewarded by a “fucking great,” from Gerry.

I zoomed in, as she let her legs fall apart. Not wide, no that would come later, but just enough for the camera to see her cunt, fuck her wet cunt. Her lips parted slightly, moist and inviting. I wanted to fuck her, later. I needed her to get into this. I could make a fortune from her, I just knew it. That she was doing this in front of Mark was amazing. This was going to be a great session, the next time would be even better, and I knew there would be a next time, but I needed to know how far she might go. Time for a test.
“Can you just part you pussy Linda?”
She did it without hesitation, recorded on video, and on a series of stills. My cock ached.
“Great, and lets take the top off,” Gerry said. “Mark, take over the stills camera will you?”
“Squeeze you tits Linda, between you arms, that’s it.”
Her nipples were rock hard. “Can you pull the skirt up a little more, then open your legs.”
She did as she was directed, Mark beside me was snapping away with the stills camera, taking pictures of his own mother, her wet cunt glistening. We took more, some on her knees, her shapely arse in the air.
“Ok Linda, time for a change.”

Mark followed me back to the changing room. What would I say to him. I’d gone much too far, I knew. But, and it was a big but, I loved it.
“Mark,” I began.
“Linda, its fine. You looked fabulous, your enjoying yourself. Remember this is my job. You’re the model, your Linda. I’m the assistant, that’s all. Here you’re the model, I’m at work.”
“Quite a speech, are you sure?” I asked.
“I’m sure, but how far you want this to go. You came to do a lingerie shoot, we’ve still got to do that, but we can push the boundaries, if you want to?” Mark said.
“I’m not sure Mark.” I said truthfully.
“Then lets carry on, if you don’t want to do something, just say. Lets push until you say stop.”
“Ok, what’s next?”
“Some boundary pushing. You want to do this, then lets do it Linda.”
I was already naked, but for the stockings and boots. Mark unlaced them. Next was a pair of eight denier stockings and killer heels. I pulled the stocking up my legs.
“Turn around,” Mark said. “Seams are not straight, here let me.”
He pulled them down, then adjusted them, and pulled them back up. Them were high, almost to my crotch. As he did the second one the back of his hand brushed lightly against my pussy. I didn’t pull back, or say anything. Then the killer heels. I stood tall in them. I raised my arms, as he pulled the sheer dress over my head. It was embroidered all over with a floral design with a plunging neckline, the shoulder straps four thin straps. Mark looked at me, then reached up, and pulled the straps off my shoulders, he smoothed the dress down over my body, over my bum, around my breasts. He readjusted the stockings, his hand again brushing against my pussy. Then he licked the back of his hand. I shivered.

Mum looked so hot in the see through dress as she walked her familiar route. I’d told Gerry that she was up for it. We would see.
I had the camera, Gerry the video. We had done this routine before, pushing the models limits, seeing how far she would go, this time it was my Mum, but not like the mother I knew, this was Linda, and Linda was a model. What type of model remained to be seen.
I framed her face in the view finder. She was gorgeous, her eyes dusky with the grey eye shadow. She thrust her tits out, clearly visible through the dress, as was her cunt. I zoomed in. More shots. Gerry’s eye didn’t leave his view finder. Now it was time, a bed was behind her. I passed her a black vibrator, with a gold tip.
“Do what you want, push the boundaries, or not. Up to you Linda.”
She looked surprised at first, then a wicked smile flickered across her face.
“You want me to use this?” She said.
“Your choice,” I told her, returning to my camera.
I didn’t have to wait long. She ran her tongue along its length, then tossed it onto the bed. She lifted the hem of the dress, flashing her cunt, she turned, looked back over her shoulder, then cat like stretched onto the bed, her cunt visible between her legs, she turned, raised a leg, and ran her hand over her cunt. My camera set the studio lights off, freezing each moment.

I spread my legs, parting my labia. I was wet, so wet. The vibrator was in my hand now. I knew I wouldn’t stop. I was doing what Mark had suggested, pushing the boundaries of what I had agreed to. I wanted to do this, I wanted to.
I slipped a finger into myself, then two. I was soaking, they sank into my aching cunt. I looked at Marks camera, saw his face behind the camera. Lights flashed as he photographed me. To one side Gerry was filming me. I pulled the dress down, exposing my tits, nipples hard, I gave them a twik, and felt a little wave of pleasure in my stomach. The vibrator was in my hand, between my legs. I parted them wide, and slipped the tip into myself, then a little deeper, then deeper. I came straight away. I bit my bottom lip, but the groan escaped my lips, so they knew, knew I’d cum. My thumb searched for the switch, hoping the batteries were charged. I wasn’t disappointed, it buzzed into life. I was lost to the pleasure, coming again. I was enjoying myself, and then some. I was jolted by Mark, who called out “ now on your knees, bum to us Linda.”
I did as he commanded, directed by my son, as I masturbated. I fucked myself with the vibrator, rapidly. I came again, my anus pulsating, I wondered what it looked like, I’d have to watch the film, see the photos, would they let me?
“Now a finger in your bum Linda,” Mark said.
I looked back at him, and shook my head. I didn’t do that.
“Linda, push a finger into your arse,” he said forcefully. “Do it.”
I did it. Slowly at first, until it was all the way in, it had been wet from my pussy, now I pulled it back a little, before pushing it back in. It didn’t feel so bad, in fact I quite liked it, as I became accustom to it. Then I came, like I’d never come before. And so noisily, I was almost screaming. I was screaming.
“Ok Linda, that’s great, you can stop now,” Gerry said.

As I walked back to the changing room, I turned, “what’s next Gerry?”
“Cool down, then came and talk.” He replied.
Mark followed me into the changing room.
“Well Mark, did I push far enough?”
“You were amazing Linda, fucking amazing.”
I was still on a post come high. I pulled him close, and kissed him on the lips. I felt his cock through his trousers. He was hard, so hard, it surprised me, but then he was a man.
“Did I turn you on Mark? Did Linda turn you on?”
“Fuck yes,” he answered.
I held the wet vibrator up to his mouth. “Taste?” I asked.
He took the vibrator in his mouth, wet from his mothers cunt. Tasting me.
“Want to taste me some more?”
He nodded, and reach down, and pulled the dress over my head. My arse was pushed back against the dressing table, I spread my legs, and pushed his head down. Down between my legs. He was good, parting my labia with his tongue, then licking up to my clit. He was so good. I came again, and then again. The whole world must have heard.

Mark drove us home. My legs were jelly. My cunt still dripping with my juices, nipples hard. I could smell my cum juices. His cock no longer hard. I could still taste him.
“So what’s for dinner Mum?” He asked.
That shook me. Suddenly I was Mum again. Not Linda, not the model. I was a grand richer. But Mum, Mum who had to decide what was for dinner.
“Take away, I can’t cook tonight.”

It was two days later, when Mark called up the stairs. “Mum, are you up there?”
He walked through the open bedroom door, as I sat painting my nails, wearing just a silk dressing gown. I crossed my legs, and the silk fell away reveal my thigh.
“Gerry rang. He wants to know if Linda wants to do some more modelling?”
I said nothing for a few moments, but noticed that I was no longer Mum, but was again the model. Linda.
“He wants to do some more? Wow, I thought it was a one off.”
“You must be joking, you were fabulous.”
“When does he want to see me?” I asked.
“This afternoon.”

“Hi Linda,” I said. “Thanks for coming in. Look I sent the stills and video we took of you to the website. They liked it, and want more. Do you fancy doing some more?”
“Well yes, yes!” Linda said firmly.
“Good, one of their executives is coming down. They want to see you in the flesh, and they want a few more sets.”

I went with Mark into the changing room. My hands were shaking, not with nerves, but with excitement.
“Mark, I don’t think I can do my makeup.”
“I’ll do it for you Linda.”
“You?”
“Yes I did a stage makeup course as a module to my degree course, it was when my Mum was away for a few weeks.”
He talked to me as if I wasn’t his Mum, and here I wasn’t. I was just another model called Linda, and he was the studio assistant, just doing a job. A job he obviously loved.
“I thought the other night that you really needed false eyelashes, so lets start with those,” he said as he went to work. The results were amazing, red lips, grey eyes shadow, blended, and shaded beautifully, as was the blusher. A double application of mascara, and he was done.
“Now stand up, and take your wrap off.”
I did as he instructed, and stood naked in front of him. He handed me a pair of black heels, much too high, I put them on, and he did the ankle straps. Next a pair of miniscule transparent knickers. I gently stepped into them, and pulled them up.
“How do I look,” I asked.
“You look gorgeous, but these are not right.”
Without saying a word, he pulled the panties up, so the material crawled up my bum, and cut into my pussy. He ran a finger along my slit, so it was emphasised by the panties.
Satisfied he took me out into the studio, wearing just the knickers, and heels. Gerry wasn’t alone. With him were two other men, and a girl. I was introduced. The guys were from the website the shoot had been for, Harry and Paul, the girl was a red head, Anja. She said nothing.
“We liked the results of the shoot Linda. We are thinking of booking you for some more, but wanted to look at you for ourselves. We don’t usually use models as old as you, and wouldn’t have considered you, but Gerry here says we should.” Harry said.
“Say what you mean,” I thought. But said nothing.
“Turn around love,” Paul said.
I turned three sixty, and faced them again. Harry felt my tits, squeezing gently, my nipples reacted immediately, then he put his hand was between my legs, fingers tracing the outline of my labia.
“Natural, good. Ok, we like. We’re here to watch you work, we’ll talk later.”
“What do you want first?” Gerry asked.
“Lets see her masturbate, and take it from there,” Harry instructed.
I was excited, my nipples hard. I slid my hand down the front of the panties, finding my pussy already wet. I laid back my legs open, as Gerry filmed. I closed my eyes, pulling the knickers to one side, as my fingers gave me pleasure, my outer labia parted. I opened myself further, held it open for Mark to photograph. I ran a finger over my clit, pulling the hood back so I could excite it. I fingered myself, one finger, then two, then three. I was on the point of coming when I felt a hand on my wrist. I opened my eyes to see Anja, the redhead. Her face was in front of mine, our lips met, and she kissed me, her fingers ran lightly over my wet cunt, then she walked away. I hesitated, then continued coming almost immediately, loudly. Not for them, but for me.

“Do you want a wrap while we talk,” Harry asked.
“No I’m fine as I am,” I told him.
“Ok. Right lets get down to business. We want to hire you, we’ll want you exclusive for six months. It’ll be a lot of work, at least three shoots per week, some will be over more than one day, here and elsewhere. Any questions?”
“I don’t know what to say?” I blurted.
“Don’t worry you’ll think of something.” Harry said.
“ What we want is you to front our advertising, in all formats, so that’s modelling our clothes and lingerie. As you realise, our website is for adults, and we’ll want adult content, with you taking a full part. For that we will pay you five thousand per week.”


Mark shut the door to the dressing room, I stood in my knickers and heels.
“Fucking hell Mark, what shall I do” I asked.
“Do Linda? You want to be a model? Mark asked.
“Oh yes, I can’t believe how much I enjoy it.”
You really liked it, turned on and excited. You look fantastic. You are gorgeous. Everyone wants to fuck you.”
“Mark, does he want me to you know….with her?” I asked. “Is that what he means by taking a full part in adult shoots? Tell me what they want before I go out there.” I demanded.
“Of course Linda, they want you to fuck her, or let her fuck you, that’s what they want next.”
“And after that? What else will they want me to do when I work for them?” I asked.
I was still naked as I stood in front of my son.
“Linda they will pay you five thousand a week, for six months. For that they’ll want everything.”
“Everything. You mean fucking?” I whispered.
“Yes Linda fucking.” Mark said softly.
“What do you think Mark, what should I do?”
“I can’t answer that question for you. Only you can do that, what I will say is that whatever you decide is ok by me Mum.”
“I need to think for a moment.” I thought. I did the maths. I hesitated. As I hesitated I felt his hand cup my pussy.
“Still wet Linda. You know you want to, its excites you doesn’t it.”

I slipped the wrap on, I suddenly felt a chill. Gerry sat chatting to Harry as they waited for my answer.
“Thanks for giving me time to consider your offer. A very generous offer. Thank you. I have a couple of questions. You will want me to fuck both men and women?”
Harry nodded.
“During the six months, will I have any free time, or will I basically be working non stop.”
“Pretty much full on Linda, three days shooting every week, sometimes more. There will be travel to different locations at times.”
“In that case I’d want to take Mark to assist me, help me dress and to do my make up.”
“That’s fine Linda, we’ll put him on the payroll,” Harry said. “Gerry will do some of the shoots, but not all.
“In that case gentlemen, we have a deal.” I said.




Mark helped me dress, then I was ready.
“Remember Linda, get your knickers off as soon as you can, but never take your heels off.” Mark said. “right lets see you with Anja.”
“You want to watch me fuck Anja? You naughty boy,” I smiled, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
I walked out, not nervous, but excited. Mark had said everyone in the room wanted to fuck me, did that include him I wondered, I looked at him, his cock was hard in his jeans, so maybe it did. Gerry was filming, Mark again had the stills camera. My hips swayed. I stripped for the camera. The dress fell to the floor. I did as Mark had told me, and pulled my knickers down, making a tease of it. Then the bra came off, until I was naked except for my heels. Anja sat in an old armchair, a leg over one of its arms, her cunt exposed and smooth.
I was sweaty, breathless. I leant forward, ensuring my bum pointed towards the camera, my feet wide, so the camera could see my cunt, and anus. I kissed her lips, and felt her tongue in my mouth. Her lips were soft, and inviting. Our tongues entwined. My hand reached down, between her legs, her thighs were smooth, I soon felt her wetness, my fingers busy. She reached up, holding my breasts, then explored my body, my cunt, my wet cunt. I ached. I was on fire. I felt another pair of hands on my hips, I looked around. It was Paul, I straightened, turned. I unbuttoned his white shirt, then unzipped his trousers. I took his hard cock out, felt it hardness, its thickness. I opened my mouth, and closed my lips around it. I kept my eyes open, and looked directly at the camera as I sucked his cock. Mark was busy with the stills camera, watching his Mum give her first filmed blow job, as Anja’s tongue found my clit.

I zoomed in on Linda’s face, her eyes wide, the long false eyelashes gave her a look of innocence, as she sucked the guys cock. I took another shot of the redhead tracing her tongue along her pussy. Lucky bastards. Then he pushed her away, and sat on the chair, watching as Linda and Anja pleasured each other. I changed the memory card, and continued. His cock stuck straight up, he pulled Lind backwards, onto it. She sank down, taking its entire length. Then she fucked him. She was a noisy fuck, coming again, and again. His cock glistened from her wet cunt, which was red and swollen, her clit hard and erect clearly visibly poking out of its hood. Anja found it with her tongue. The guy pulled Linda off himself, Anja took his place on the chair. Linda knelt between her legs, burying her face in Anja ’s cunt, as the guy entered Linda from behind, fucking her hard. When he came it was on both their faces, her face covered in come Linda sat on Anja’s knee smiling happily.

It was the following morning, Mum walked into my bedroom. I was laying on my back, on the bed, wanking. The sheet was too far away to cover myself. She was just wearing a pair of white cotton knickers.
“We need to talk Mark,” she said, seeming not to notice my cock in my hand.
“Mum, can’t you knock,” I said.
“Sorry, but this can’t wait, now leave that alone, at least for a minute.” She said,
“we need to sort out our Mum son relationships, and our Linda the model relationship. What do you think?”
“I think I know what you mean. When you are working, you are Linda, a model, and I am just the assistant, well your assistant now, so what are the boundaries there, and when we are at home, or not working how has that changed? Is that what you mean?” I asked her.
“That’s it exactly Mark.” Mum said. “Obvioulsy your brains are not all in that cock of yours.”
“Well at work I will be helping you dress, doing your makeup. I will need to touch you obviously, and see you naked.” I said.
“Yes, now I’m fine with that, at work. At work I’m not your Mum, I’m Linda, and I don’t mind if your hands stray, lets face it, its going to happen. So at work just treat me like any other girl. Cup my pussy, obviously twik my nipples. When they need to be erect. What else do you think?”
“Lets not over think work, lets see how it evolves. Lets just except we will be in a very sexual environment. Now what if you need to be errm, lets say exciting, for the shoot, is that ok? I asked.
“I guess so. Lets face it I get very excited. Do whatever you or I need you to do. Now what about at home, this should be easy,” Mum said.
“Well it can’t be the same as it was, lets face it, things have changed. I watched you fuck, photographed it, watched you play with yourself, which I have to say was way cool.”
“And tasted my pussy juices Mark. But that’s work, so that’s ok.” Mum said,
“so at home none of that, but I think we now live in naked house, we can walk about naked, no need to knock on bedroom doors, well maybe if one or both of us are entertaining.”
“Ok, so I’ve seen you wank, you have now seen me wank, what if we bring back work people. Do we keep the fact that you are my Mum secret?” I asked.
“Secrets and lies, yes we do. If we party with work people, its our work relationship, ok.” Mum said.
“And if they want to swap, what then?” I asked.
“Then we keep our secret, but remember to call me Linda.”
“You really mean what I think you mean?”
“Yes Mark. If we have to, we fuck. Now finish yourself off, I’ll watch for once.”
“You want to do it?” I asked.
“No, we’re at home, I’m your Mum, remember!” Mum laughed.
“And yet your sitting on my bed in just your knickers, flashing your tits, watching me wank, really Mum. Show me your pussy while I get off.”
“Oh alright,” she said, standing and pulling her panties down. She sat back down, only this time she spread her legs, so her labia opened.
I pulled on my cock, watching her face, her cunt. I wanted to fuck her, I’m sure she knew. A week ago I would have been horrified at her even walking into my room without knocking, and yet now, here I was, knocking one out so she could watch, as I used her as wanking material. She pulled her outer labia to one side.
“If you were Linda, would we fuck now, do you think?” I asked.
“If I was Linda, then probably, oh good your coming, oh its all on my legs,” she giggled.


Linda sat on a Chesterfield sofa, deeply button, a dark deep red. She wasn’t alone, with her another girl, also blonde. They sipped their wine, from long stemmed wine glasses. They smiled, and chatted. Two guys entered, dressed in dark suits, and white shirts. In the blink of an eye, Linda was sucking one of the guys cocks. I stood at the back of the set. We were in the west county, in a rented house, well a mansion really. We were here for four days, shooting a series of films. I looked around, at the surroundings. The place was posh, to say the least. I looked back, Linda was sitting on the back of the sofa, her dress gone, wearing just a lace bra, her knickers pulled to one side, as the other girls face was between Linda’s open legs. Linda held one cock, while she suck the second, before swapping over. The director called “cut.”
“Mark sweetie, Linda needs her lippy re doing, better do Ellie’s at the same time there’s a love.”
I re did Ellie, then moved on to Linda. “Enjoying yourself I see,” I whispered.
She winked a reply, before I moved away, and the action continued, blow jobs done, the fucking commenced.

I winked at Mark, after he said he could see I was enjoying myself. It was true, I was. I had always wanted to be a model, but had never had the opportunity, or I didn’t even know where I’d have started. I had collected Mark from the photographic studio where he worked, and been persuaded to try by the owner Gerry. It was supposed to be a lingerie shoot, but had developed into a little more. Mark had taken it in his stride, watching his mother fuck herself with a vibrator. Now he was my assistant, watching me fuck. One of the guys was fucking me from behind, as I eat the other girl out. It felt sensational, and she tasted nice. I wasn’t a lesbian, but had, I suppose been bi curious, as most women are. The redhead had been my first proper girl fuck, but I’d been nervous, this time I was enjoying it, although I had to keep reminding myself I was working. Working and being paid a small fortune. He was fucking me hard now, the girl was gone, and being fucked beside me. I felt myself coming, I let it out, knew how noisy I was, but it didn’t matter, in fact it was probably just what the director wanted.

“Glad you agreed to be my assistant?” I asked.
“You bet Linda, this is great, learning so much about the business already,” he replied.
We sat in my room, it was early evening, and Mark was removing my makeup, before I showered.
“So what have I got tomorrow?” I asked
“Well a morning of stills, modelling the new range. Then in the afternoon, an MMMF set.”
“MMMF set? What the hell is that?” I asked.
“Come on Linda, three males, and you!” Mark said.
“Three, what at once.” I said.
“Aren’t you the lucky one. Another thing, we need to keep a record of everything you’ve worn, you get to keep it, they might want you to wear them again at any events they send you to.”
“Events, what events?” I asked.
“Promotions, sales and a few receptions. I’ll let you know when. Don’t worry I’ve got everything sorted. You relax and enjoy yourself, I’m here to take care of you.”
I closed my eyes, as he cleansed.
“Linda, that three guy shoot, its anal,” Mark said, “dropping a bombshell.”
“Anal!” I exclaimed.
“You agreed to it in your contract, or rather you didn’t set any limitations.” Mark said calmly. “Lets push the boundaries was what you said at the time.”
I remembered.
“Have you ever been fucked in the arse?” Mark asked me. Not exactly the conversation women have with their sons.
“No, of course a finger occasionally, but nothing more, what do I do?” I asked.
“Its ok, that’s what I thought. Good job I’m here. Stand up, and lean forward.”
I did as he said.
“Now relax,” he said. Easy for him to say.
I felt him reach between my legs, he rubbed my pussy, my clit. He was exciting me, and doing a good job, I was wet, and getting wetter, I was breathing heavily, an orgasm not far away, he slowed, I felt his hand on my bum, parting the cheeks of my arse. A finger, his finger slipped inside me, he was gentle, moving it slowly, I felt a second. The fingers were gone, replaced by a wet slippery tongue, I came straightaway, and as my anus pulsated he pushed something in my bum, it hurt a little, then the pain was gone. My anus adjusted to the extra size, my muscle gripped it, held it.
“Are you inside my arse Mark, I asked.
“No Linda, just a toy, like it?”
“It ok, not as bad as I thought. Oh God yes that’s fucking great, don’t………mmmmm”
“Now Linda, hold it, grip it.”
I did as I was told, calming from the pleasure I had just experienced.
“I’ve just inserted a butt plug into you, get used to it, and wear in for an hour or so, then we’ll try something else.” Mark said.
“Mmm, nice,” I murmured.
“Now walk around a bit, comfortable?” He asked.
“I wouldn’t describe it as comfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, and I quiet like it.”
“Good, go and shower, but leave it in, ok.”
An hour later he played with my pussy again, making me come, and as I did, he pulled the plug out, and replaced it with a larger one.
“How does that feel,” he asked.
“Better, I like that much more, make me come again.”
He did, again using his fingers, when my anus pulsed, I gripped the plug as hard as I could, the feeling was intense.
“Fantastic,” I panted. “What next?”
“Next? You keep that in all night, and until the shoot tomorrow, if you can, your arse should be open and ready for it first fucking, looking forward to it?”
“I am now, thanks.”
I cleaned my teeth, when I came out of the bathroom, Mark was asleep on my bed, I should have woken him, but I laid down beside him, and soon was asleep.

I woke with a start, as the alarm sounded, it was six thirty. So much for the glamorous life I had imagined for all those years. For a moment I was confused, muscular arms held me, and I could feel an erect cock against my back. Something was inside me, it felt nice. Then I remembered, I still had the butt plug up my arse. I gripped it. Mark was still on the bed, but unlike last night when I lay down, he was now naked. I wondered if he’d fucked me during the night, but knew instantly he hadn’t. I rolled out of his embrace. His cock was hard against his stomach. I ran a finger along its length, watching it twitch. I straddled him, held his cock, his big cock, and it was big, long and thick, wondering what it would feel like inside me, I rubbed it along the length of my pussy, already becoming wet. He stirred then, opening his eyes, I let go of it.
“Hello sleepy,” I said looking down at him. “Thanks for staying last night, I needed a cuddle.”
“That’s alright Mum, anytime.”
Mum, he hadn’t called me Mum since we’d arrived. I hugged him pressing my breasts against his chest.
“Come on time to get up, we’ve a long days work ahead of us,” I said getting off him, walking naked into the en-suite.
“Linda,” Mark called after me, “you need to get a wriggle on, you’re having a colonic at seven.”
“I’m having a fucking what?” I snapped.
“A colonic irrigation, its….”
“I know what it is, why am I having one?” I asked.
“Because, if you hadn’t forgotten, you are having you pretty and very shapely arse fucked today by three well hung and very lucky gentlemen.” Mark said.
“Oh yes!”

She was all set up near the changing room, and close to the toilets. She was sweet.
“How do you want me” I asked.
“If you can just take your knickers off, then get on the table, and lift the back of your dressing gown up.”
“I’m not wearing any, hold on need to take my butt plug out.”
I tugged on it, then pulled firmly it slid out. I felt odd, almost as if I was using the toilet. My anal muscles protested, I had a sudden shooting pain, as if my arse had cramp, which it may well have done. Then the pain was gone. I laid down as she wanted me.

I walked into breakfast, and found Mark joining him for coffee.
“I needed you just now, and where is my faithful assistant? Eating bacon and eggs, how can you so soon after getting up?”
“Easy Linda, I’m a growing boy. What did you need me for?”
“I needed a panty liner,” I told him.
“You’ve not got your period have you?” He said alarmed.
“No, you can calm down, I haven’t come on, I’m not due for a couple of weeks, no I needed one for my dripping arse. Anyway, I got one from the dispenser in the ladies, no thanks to you!”
“Thank fuck for that,” he said relived. “I’m really looking forward to watching you being made airtight,” he laughed.
“Airtight?”
“Linda, you really must learn all the technical terms, airtight is all holes filled.”
“What all at once,” I said rather alarmed.
“You’ll love it.”
“I think I will!"

The morning flashed by, a pure lingerie shoot, I lost count of the different bra and panties I’d worn. Mark was on hand, clipping and un clipping my bra, pulling my knickers down on occasions, buckling shoes, un buckling shoes. It was glamorous. I loved it. I loved it, but I couldn’t but help think of the afternoon to come.
“Sorry love,” I said to Mark, “those are a bit wet.”
“You need to stop thinking about this afternoons shoot, and concentrate on this mornings,” Mark said.

Linda handed me the pair of purple knickers she had just taken off, there was a wet patch in the gusset.
“You need to stop thinking about this afternoons shoot, and concentrate on this mornings,” I said.
Linda was my Mum. My Mum was a model, called Linda. I now worked for her, as her assistant, which was a secret, only the photographer I used to work for and Mum had done her first modelling assignment for knew. And here I was watching her strip, and holding her wet panties. She was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck her. She knew it, and I know she didn’t mind. My cock was hard, her pussy was wet. We were both excited. But this was work, we had to be professional. I handed her another bra, then the matching panties, I sniffed the soiled ones. She smiled.
“Come on, no time for that, hand me the suspender belt, and get the stockings ready.”
A few minutes later I watched her walk out in front of the camera again, her perfect arse framed by her see through knickers. She turned, and the lights flashed as the camera clicked. She was hot, sexy. She knew everyone in the room wanted to fuck her, including me. Right then though she was imagining the lens was fucking her, that’s why she was being paid the big bucks. My cock protested, confined in my jeans, my balls ached for relief.

I ate some fruit for lunch, that and another bottle of mineral water. Mark had re inserted my butt plug when I had finished the morning shoot. He’d pushed it in my wet pussy, then slipped it into my arse. I’d squeezed his cock through his trousers when he did it. He was so hard. Later he’d need that attending to, I’d find one of the other girls to give him a blow job, that or do it myself.
“What are you thinking Linda,” Mark asked.
“Nothing darling, nothing.” I said innocently.
“Time to get you ready for your big scene, get this over and we’re done here,” Mark said.
We’d been at this fabulous house for three days. I’d been photographed, filmed, fucked, and sucked. This afternoon I would give up my virgin arse to three hunks. I’d almost let Mark have it last night, almost. I still wasn’t sure why I hadn’t. Again in the morning I’d almost fucked him, I had held his cock at the entrance to my pussy, I’d only had to relax my legs and I would have slid down his big hard cock. He’d been sleeping, true in my bed, he’d opened his eyes, and I lost my nerve.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My make up was done perfectly.
“Great job Mark, I like the silver eye shadow, like the way you’ve blended it.”
I looked again, through half closed eyes, through my false eyelashes. Was that really me, I’d never seen myself like that, but Mark had.
I stood, slipped the silk robe off. Mark took it. He handed me a silver thong, it sparkled in the light. To call it small would have been an understatement. It would cover me, but only just. I pulled it up.
“Open your legs a bit,” Mark said. He knelt, and adjusted the material, so my pussy was covered, pulled the string up, so it cut into my arse.
I wore a pair of black heels, eight inch killers. Next the dress, silver again, and again not much of it, the neckline plunged deep, deep to my belly button. My belly button was pierced, and in it I wore a string of faux diamonds. They matched my earrings. The dress didn’t cover my tits. Mark re-arranged both the dress and my errant breasts. I needed some tit tape, but this wasn’t a cocktail party, it was a fuck-fest, and I was the main course. A bracelet on both wrists. I was ready. I was nervous, almost to the point of being scared shitless. But there was excitement too. I’d never had three guys at once before, never had two if the truth be told. I’d been filmed with two guys, and another girl, two girls. But not three. Before I’d started modelling, only a couple of weeks ago, I’d never had another woman, never had a threesome even.
“Linda, you ready?” Mark asked.
“Sorry love, yes ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good, now one little thing we’ve overlooked, bend over.”
I did as he told me. I trusted him. He was my assistant. He pulled the back of the thong to one side, I felt his hand on my bum, his breath on my back. He pulled the butt plug out of my arse. My anus was open, and ready. I stood back up after Mark had put the thong back in place, the butt plug was in his mouth.

I watched her walk out onto the set, she looked fabulous. I knew she was nervous, she was worried it was going to hurt, worried she wasn’t up to it. It had all been so quick, a few weeks ago, she hadn’t even been naked in front of a camera. She was my Mum, a woman who was always there for me. Now I was there for her, her alter ego at least. Linda. Linda was the woman my mother should have been. She was confident, sexy, glamorous, not short of money. Gorgeous. She walked differently I noticed, straight back chest out, shoulders back. You wanted to fuck her, and maybe, just maybe she’d let you. The three lucky bastards were there, ready to fuck her. They’d make her sweat, make her come over and over. They’d fuck her hard, very hard. I hadn’t told her that. No point giving her something extra to worry about. This was the last scene she had to do, well for the next two days anyway. There were three, no four other girls on the set, they’d be background, but wouldn’t take part in the sex. I watched her stop by one of them, Amy. Linda said something, and Amy giggled, looked in my direction, before nodding to Linda.

“Hi Linda,” Amy said as I reached her. “You get all the good stuff, you lucky cow,” she said smiling.
“Have you still not been fucked since you got here?” I asked her.
“No, not once. I know I’m just one of the extra’s, but you’d think with all this sex going on I’d get a few crumbs.”
“You should have said, look when we’re done, go and fuck my assistant, you know Mark.” I told her.
“Mark, but you’re……..I mean we all thought you and him were an item.” Amy said.
“He’s my assistant, and a bloody good one, got an amazing cock, no you go on, enjoy him, its on me.”
“Really, thanks, if I can ever do anything for you.”
“Come everyone, we have a lot to get through, Amy stop fucking gassing, I want you over there, with your tits out, legs open like a little slut, you three as well. Now Linda, if you wait, be ready for you in minute,” the director said.
I stood by the director, as the filming commenced. The setting was a club. Amy and her three friends were masturbating, the barman looked on disinterested. He dried glasses. I walked in on them, on cue. I walked around, running a hand across a pussy here, squeezing a breast here. I reached Amy, I kissed her, true not in the script, then traced my hand down her body, until I reached her cunt, she wasn’t very wet, I played with her, then penetrated her with two of my fingers, she was wet now, she took a deep breath. She hadn’t expected this, not in the script, she wasn’t paid to come, but she was almost there, her head went back. Her orgasm would have to wait, the three hunks were here. It was time to earn my money. They pulled me off her, pulled me onto the small dance floor, I danced with one of them, then another, they span me round, I danced with the third. He danced holding me from behind. He pulled my dress to the sides, exposing my breasts to the camera. My head was back, I kissed him, and now I wanted him, I wanted them all.

The dress fell to the floor, their hands were all over me, I was trembling with expectation. I squatted, time to suck some cock. So far it had been one take. I liked that, I hated interruptions that it seemed were part and parcel of this new life of mine. They were all big, big and hard. I suddenly wondered if Mark was bigger. I’d have to check, later. I licked their cocks, their balls, then I licked their arseholes, I always liked it when men did that to me, I supposed men liked it too. I’d never slept with a man whose arse I had licked, cocks, yes, balls occasionally. Now it was my turn, one of them was between my legs, his tongue busy. I had a cock in my mouth, another waited his turn. They switched, then switched again.
“Cut!” The director called. I hated him right at that moment. “Mark sweetie, lubrication time.”
Mark was there beside me, the three guys stood waiting, stroking their erections. I spread my legs, allowing Mark to push lubricant into my anus, he used a couple of fingers, working the lube deep, he ensured I was open, open and ready to lose my anal cherry. I should have given it to him. Should have, didn’t. Not a time for regrets. He walked out of the cameras view. It was time, time to earn my five thousand a week.

I straddled a guy, his cock deep inside my pussy, which he was pounding, another in my mouth, my arse high in the air. I felt the third behind me. The cock inside me slowed, hands gripped my hips. I felt the cock at the entrance to my back passage. Pressure on my sphincter, gradual, by continual pressure. The cock in my cunt fucked me slowly, the one in my mouth gone. They wanted to film my face as I gave up my arse. Mark had told them I was an anal virgin. They wanted it all, six cameras recorded it, six cameras, four girls, the sound man, the continuity girl, the guy behind the bar, who really was just the barman, the assistant director, Harry the executive. And my son. They all were there to witness, to record the moment I was fucked in the arse for the first time. The guys had drawn lots to be the first. There was utter silence on the set. The sound mans microphone, the big fluffy thing was above me. They could not retake this, it had to be right. I wondered if they thought I’d scream. The head of the cock was just inside me, I tried to relax. I relaxed my anus. I opened myself as far as I could. He penetrated me. I groaned, The cock in my pussy was hard, big and hard, but still. The only movement was the big hard cock pushing its way into my secret place. It was a Captain Kirk moment, he was going where no one had been before. I groaned loudly, I was sweating.
“Oh God, yes” I screamed, “oh fucking hell, it fucking hurts, no, no don’t stop, more, more. Put it all in, oh God I’m fucking cummmmming.”
The cock in my cunt was again fucking me hard, the cock in my arse was being pulled back, I thought he was going to withdraw, he wasn’t of course. He was almost out, when he slammed it back in. All the way in, in one go. Hard. I screamed then. Screamed with pain, it fucking hurt. It burned. It filled me, stretched me. I loved it.
“Fuck me harder, both of you,” yelled, the script forgotten. Fuck their script. Fuck what I was supposed to do. I wanted this, wanted it for me. If it wasn’t what they wanted, then fuck them.
“I said fuck me harder, if you can’t get the other one in my arse, oh yesssssssssssssss, I’m cummming againnnnnnn,” I gasped.
The three of them fucked me, it seemed so quick, but Mark told me later it had been for almost an hour. We were all covered in sweat. They swapped around, mouth, cunt arse, arse mouth cunt. Cock straight from my arse into my mouth, Mark said that was an ATM, I didn’t care what it was called, I just wanted it. Through my sex haze I saw Amy, still fingering herself, watching me open mouthed. I wondered what Mark thought, my son was out there somewhere, watching his mother have the best sex of her life, and being paid for it. I wondered too what people would think when they watched the DVD, bet they wanked. I was nearing exhaustion. My legs were cramped. I couldn’t take much more, I hoped the fucking director would call for the guys to do their cum shots soon. I needn’t have worried.

Linda had been fucked, and had fucked the three guys in sorts of positions. She’d screamed, she’d sworn, screamed again. How many times had she cum, I didn’t know, I knew she wouldn’t. I had never seen anything like it, and I had watched a lot of porn. This was the best, and this was my mother I was watching. My cock hurt, and not for the first time I wished it was me out there with her. She smiled as she walked towards me, a little unsteadily in her heels.
“I remembered” she said.
I was puzzled. She smiled again.
“I remembered, took my knickers off, but kept my heels on.”
“You did, you were great you know, incredible. My cock hurts from watching you.” I told her as I held her.
“I know it does darling, I’ll fix it, but not right now. Can I have a drink.”
The director came over, with him was Harry.
“That was sensational,” the director gushed.
“Brilliant, I’ll double your money, I want more of that. Brilliant,” Harry said elated.
“Do you want a wrap?” I asked her.
“No, just a drink. I need a drink, and I need to cool down.”
Amy fetched her a bottle of mineral water. She drank it all, straight down.
“Wow, that’s better, thank you.”
We sat on the sofa as she recovered, another bottle of water. She had come in her hair, on her face. She smiled now, “wow, that was some fuck, I didn’t know I could cum so many times, and Mark, thank you, I couldn’t have done that without your help. Now leave me to talk to Harry.”
I saw Harry was standing anxiously to one side, waiting to talk to his new star.

I recovered fast, Harry repeated his pledge to double my pay, conditional on me extending my exclusive. I took him up on his offer.
I stopped off at the dressing room, as I opened the door, I saw Amy, legs wrapped around Mark’s waist, as he fucked her, leaning against the dressing table. She smiled a secretive smile at me.
“That looks uncomfortable, why not take it upstairs,” I said suddenly feeling rejuvenated.
Amy slipped off Mark, and I saw his cock, wet from Amy’s cunt. It was big, and it was hard. I bent down, gripped it. Felt its girth, then took it in my mouth, tasting her. I took it until I choked, then stood up.
“It is you know, it is bigger than either of those three guys,” I said, laughing.

Mark drove down the driveway, and turned east towards Swindon. He drove steadily. I had, had a good night uninterrupted sleep, and felt the better for it.
“You Ok Mum,” he asked.
“Fine darling,” I replied. “So I’m Mum again.”
“Sure we’re not at work, so yes you’re Mum. Look, its going to take us nearly all day to drive home. Then tomorrow, we’ll have to drive to Warwick. So why don’t we drive there now, its not as far as home, we’ll be there in a couple of hours, that gives us this afternoon and evening, plus all day tomorrow to chill, before the next shoot, what do you think?”
“Lets.”

The hotel had us booked for two days time, but it was out of session. Our booking was for a mini suite, did we want two rooms, or an upgrade for two nights.
“No, we’ll take the mini suite.” I said. I paid with plastic, hoping I’d been paid, I hadn’t had chance to check. Maybe I should.
We took the elevator. The suite was their mini suite, it was luxury, what I wondered were there real suites like.
I sat down heavily in one of the armchairs, and kicked my shoes off. Mark was firing up his Ipad up, logging on to check emails, and my bank account.
“Now come on,” he said, “you know you always keep your heels on, but take your knickers off as quickly as you can!”
“And does that apply to your Mum?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, as he had reached my bank account, and was obtaining the access code from the random code generator.
“Fucking hell, Mum, they’ve credited your account alright, ten grand this morning, ape.”
I smiled, still wondering if keeping my shoes on, and my knickers off applied when I was Mum.
“Here Mum, your never going to believe this, there’s some stuff of you here online,” he said.
I went and sat beside him on the sofa. There on screen was me, masturbating with the gold topped vibrator in Gerry’s studio.
“You like watching me?” I asked.
“Wow yes, when you did that first set at Gerry’s in just the bra and knickers I thought you looked beautiful, then as you did more, I was totally gob smacked.”
“You deal with it very well. I had been worried at first.” I said
“Worried?” He asked
“Yes, about my modelling.”
“You needn’t I’m cool with it. Especially as when your working your Linda, my boss, but when your not working you’re my Mum.”
“And what am I now, Linda, or Mum?”
He thought for a moment. “Which do you want to be?
“I’m not sure Mark, I’m not sure, but I want you to hold me, is that alright?” I said.
“Yes, course it is, come on, lets lay down.”
We laid on the bed, and he held me in his arms. I laid my face on his chest, and felt safe. Then I slept.

I woke. Mum was in the shower. I laid on the bed, in just my jeans and tee shirt. She came out of the shower. I’d seen her naked many times in the last few weeks, but each time was like the first time. She was beautiful, her shoulder length blonde hair was wet, but combed back. I saw her smile at me.
“Hard again, I see,” she said.
“Well who wouldn’t be, with you walking around like that.”
“I thought you liked me walking around like this,” she said
“Oh I do, I do.”
“Now lets go and eat. I’m starving, all that fucking over the last three days has made me hungry, come on get ready.”
When I came out of the shower she had dried her hair, and was putting her makeup on, a little foundation, and eye shadow. On the bed were a pair on knickers, green ones.
“Mark, put my butt plug in will you, I’ll be doing more anal I’m sure.”
She bent over, her shapely legs spread, giving me a view of her pussy and anus.
I licked the plug, put it in her pussy, then took it out, and pushed it into her anus. It went in easily, it was only twenty four hours since it had been fucked by the three lucky bastards.
“There you go, its in,” I said. “I assume your Linda for the night.”
“What did you think when you watched me loose my anal cherry?” She asked. Without answering the question.
“Think? Only that they were the luckiest three bastards.” I replied.
“Did you know, I almost let you fuck my arse the night before,” she said.
“Fucking hell,” was all I could say.
“Oh dear, you have a hard on.” She said. “Again!”

The location was on the outskirts of Warwick. It was a nightclub, which had gone broke. When we arrived the place was a hive of activity. The lighting was in place at for various sets. Cameras lay where they would be needed. A young woman was giving instructions to two workmen, they went off to carryout her instructions. She turned, about to snap out some instruction or other to us, but stopped herself.
“Hi, its Linda isn’t it?”
“That’s right, hi,” I said.
“You’re early, or am I running way late?” She asked.
“No, we are early,” I told her.
“Thank fuck for that, sorry, I’m Gisele, I’m the director, or I will be if we ever get this fucking dump sorted. Fucking electric is a fucking nightmare,” she broke off and shouted at the workmen, “not fucking there, that’s a fucking trip hazard, have you never heard of fucking health and fucking safety. For fuck sake!”
“Sorry,” Gisele continued. “Look, the changing rooms are totally disgusting, so I’ve allocated that area over there, the makeup mirrors, and dressing tables are all in place, and working thank fuck, wardrobe is off to the side. The toilets are just beyond. Now you have a colonic booked, she’s here somewhere, doing another girl, everyone’s getting fucked in the arse today, everyone except me, and I’m just getting fucking pissed off. Come and find me when your done. In the meantime this must be your guy, lucky you, I’ll run the schedule by him, then he can sort you out.”
She turned awa