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Gerald was struggling to stay awake. It was a Monday night, his homework was finished, he was home alone and his cock was ready to erupt. He was watching porn - video clips on his favorite website.

He was there every night, but lately, with his mom working so late these past few weeks, he was there far more often than usual. Gerald would randomly look at various types of porn clips, or sometimes hone in and search for a specific pornstar or fetish. Tonight it was mainstream movie sex scenes. There were no cumshots, no penises or vaginas to be seen, no loud, overacted, faked orgasms. It was simple sex scenes featuring various actresses he liked, in R-rated movies that Gerald never saw in the theater.

He didn't care that it wasn't hardcore pornography. It looked fairly realistic in his mind. The production value was better than the porn clips he watched. Gerald liked searching for and finding actresses he liked, then seeing them naked, having simulated sex.

After another clip played, Gerald scrolled down, seeing thumbnails of additional videos in a suggested or related listing. They were all movie sex scenes as well. Most of them featured the same actress. Gerald watched most of them, deciding to scroll back to the top of the website to search for another well-known actress. However, something caught his eye, preventing him from doing so.

He did a double take, looking to the small thumbnail feature a dark-haired woman standing nude in a low lit room, with what appeared to be a fire blazing nearby.

"Um," Gerald said out loud, his mouth hanging open. "No. Please no."

Gerald looked to the title of the video right below the thumbnail: "Krongor The Konqueror - Sex Scene."

He re-read it several times, shock overcoming him. Gerald connected the dots, glancing briefly at the toned nude woman in the thumbnail.

"No! No, nope," Gerald excited out of the browser window, left his room, his erection flaccid. "Nope."

He went to the kitchen, pacing around a bit, his mind racing. "Can't be. She's not in porn."

He sat down at the kitchen table, tapped his foot, and then stood right back up again, pacing. "Those were related videos. Sex scene clips. Not from porn movies."

"Crap," he sat down again, running his fingers through his dark hair, then immediately stood up, resuming his pacing.

"Ok, calm down," Gerald stood at the sink, splashing water on his face. "I'll make sure it's not porn."

A minute later, Gerald was back at his laptop, going to another website. It was a popular movie information website. It listed pretty much all movies, performers, crew and so on in a huge database. Gerald searched the term "Krongor The Konqueror."

Hardly any information was there, seeing as how it was a cheap rip-off of Conan The Barbarian. What little info he confirmed was that it was a low budget, direct to DVD, movie about a warrior in ancient times, rising to power, and uniting various clans to fight a common foe.

"Right, so it's not a porn," Gerald told himself. He kept reading, looking for terms like "sex scene." There was nothing. He did see some user submitted reviews.

"Total shit, stoopid lol!" was one user review.

"Dude doesn't even look like Arnold," another review read, referring to the actor portraying Krongor.

"Fight scenes were dumb, but that one chick, with the dark hair, was really hot," Gerald read, he shook his head, assuming who the reviewer was talking about.

Gerald saw nothing to indicate it was porn. He clicked back to the main article about the film, seeing the list of cast and crew. Most of them didn't have a profile picture, one of them did. She played the woman from the video thumbnail, standing nude by a fire. He saw her headshot, brown hair, brown eyes, smiling at the camera; he read her name.

"Ok, Mom, so I guess you did a sex scene in your first movie," Gerald shrugged. "Whatever."

Gerald clicked her name, loading her profile. He saw a list of five movies she's been in, in the two years since getting into acting, including her first about Krongor. Gerald clicked each one, gleaning as much info about them as possible.

In "Alien Bank Heist" his mother was listed as "girlfriend" in a movie about two brothers that rob a bank which happened to contain a powerful extraterrestrial artifact. No indication of porn.

When Gerald read, "Saturday The 14th," he nearly burst into laughter. His mother was listed as "Amanda," a senior in college on a camping trip, in which a maniac hunted down the campers for sport. Gerald rolled his eyes at the low budget rip-off.

Two more movies weren't rip-offs, but appeared to have slightly bigger budgets. His mother's roles were larger too. "The First Year" was about a newlywed couple who struggled to conceive a child, eventually adopting one. "New Lives" was about two long-time friends bonding after leaving abusive boyfriends. They then had to team up to defeat them.

"No porn. Good," Gerald said, sitting back, thinking of how embarrassing it'd be to learn his mom was a pornstar. He closed his lap top and went to bed, trying his best to remove the thumbnail image of his mother's nude body from his mind.





-2-

"Ah yes," Gia, Gerald's mother whispered, on her back, grabbing the face of a man on top of her, kissing him passionately.

"We have to hurry," he said, rolling over, taking Gia with him. He sat up, his hands grabbing her breasts while they kissed.

Gia arched her back, her long hair reaching her butt, while grinding herself against the man. "Yes!" she cried out. He held her, watching her breasts jiggle with her, grunting and moaning.

They fell back on the bed, heaving, and out-of-breath. "Thank you," Gia said.

"No, thank you. You're amazing as always," he kissed the top of her head.

"I'll be back tomorrow," Gia said, rising up to kiss the man once more. They smiled and stared into one another's eyes for a moment.

"Cut!" the director said, six feet away. A towel was thrown at Gia by an assistant. "Good job you two, that's three takes. Hopefully that'll be all we need, then we're done!"

Gia smiled at the actor she was working with. She wrapped a towel around her body; he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers up. The crew moved about, not looking at the actors as they covered up.

"Whew, bout time," the actor said. "It's getting late!"

"I know," Gia said, sitting next to her co-star on the bed, waiting, hoping that was it for this movie.

"Paul," a production assistant smiled, touching up his hair, in case they needed another take. Someone did the same for Gia.

"I think she likes you," Gia whispered to her friend and co-worker, when the assistant left. "Better tell your wife about it."

"Heh, yeah. It'd be just another person from work she'd have to worry about me being around," Paul put his arm around Gia.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Oh I know. She has a lot of reasons to be jealous of Krongor," Gia joked, referring to Paul's role on Gia's first movie. They had their first sex scene together there, and a few since then, as the small studio reused the same actors.

"Huh uh, go on and joke," Paul shook his head.

The two of them watched the crew reviewing the footage, hoping it was all that was needed for the final scene of this movie. It was late, they both wanted to be home. In two days, they would start working on another film, one that Gia wasn't so sure about.

"That's a wrap!" the director cheered, happy with the final shot.

"Finally," Gia lowered her head; Paul patted her towel-covered back. They stood, hugged, and told each other they'll see one another on the next set.

She was tired. She'd been working nonstop for the production company since they signed her a couple years ago. Gia was a fitness model for a long time, having been approached by a friend to audition for a small role of a female warrior. She nailed it, worked on the Krongor movie and a few others; the tiny production company locked her in a contract which was set to expire in a few months. Gia considered not renewing it. The money was ok, nothing compared to true Hollywood, huge studios, where millions of dollars were flung around, but it was nice. Gia saved up a lot, hoping to have enough for her son, Gerald's, college tuition - should he finally make a choice on where to attend.

With each role she'd done, there'd been a sex scene. Most were small, some fairly long. Gia was lucky Paul was a frequent co-star in these small movies. He was very easy to work with, making jokes, lightening the mood.

The next job, however, Gia wasn't so sure of. She recalled the day a few months ago where her and Paul met with Howard, an executive at the studio.

"Sit! Sit!" the native New Jersey, older man, greeted Gia and Paul when they arrived at his small office.

"I'll cut right to it. No chit-chat. This ain't a porn movie," Howard said.

"Huh?" Paul asked, to which Howard laughed.

"This picture you two are going to star in, Adulterous Obsession, it ain't a porno. Alright? No porn," Howard said.

"Ok," Gia said confused.

"You two know what it's about, you've read the script. You play husband and wife. Gia, your character goes crazy, blah, blah, blah, has an affair with a college guy, and all that good stuff. It's not a porn. With that said, there's been some re-writes to the script."

Gia and Paul shot each other a look.

"What this picture could now be referred to is: an erotic thriller," Howard said, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers.

"I see," Gia said.

"We've made some decisions, this'll get purchased by some of the late night, cable movie networks, all that. It'll be great. There are slightly more sex scenes in this than, say, the standard one you two usually have per picture."

"How many?" Gia asked.

"There's ten. Now then, with - "Howard said, but was interrupted by Paul and Gia.

"Ten?!?" they both said.

"It's not porn, it's not porn," Howard held up his hands.

"Yeah, but - " Gia said.

"No private parts, none of that," Howard said, adjusting his clip-on tie.

"What's involved? Nothing out of the ordinary?" Paul asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. You two would have four regular scenes. Gia, your character would have five with the college guy she's having an affair with. Then one with the private investigator Paul's character hires," Howard explained.

"Holy shit," Gia's eyes widened.

"It's not porn! Trust me," Howard said once more.

"Hey, it'll be fine," Paul said. "We'll have some beers on the set. I'll do something silly to make you laugh. It'll be fine."

"Yeah," Gia nodded. She thought about her careers goals. This whole acting thing was an experiment. She figured she'd do it a while, then return to fitness modeling. If starring in an erotic thriller hurt her acting career, it really didn't matter.

Howard reminded her of why she went along with this role that day in his office. "Remember, the payday, you two. I know for a fact it'll be the most you've been paid so far," he said, looking at Gia.

Gia nodded.

"Yeah? Here, take the new script, read it over. Relax, and enjoy the money you'd be making. It ain't millions, but it'll be nice."

Gia and Paul stood to leave, Howard stopping them, "Oh and thank you. Thank you for the work you've done for this studio. We're not Warner Brothers, or Disney, or Universal over here, we're small, but we really appreciate our actors."

Gia and Paul nodded, and took their leave.

Outside at Gia's car, Paul gave her a hug, wrapping his huge arms around her. "It'll be fine."

"I know. I don't really like those scenes though. I mean, working with you is easy, but still. I'm naked, all those people are around."

"Yep. It's not fun, that's why I try do what I can to ease the nerves - mine and whoever I'm acting with."

"Alright," they ended their friendly hug. "Get home to your wife. I need to get home to my son, make sure he's doing his homework," Gia said.

"Goodnight," Paul waved bye as Gia got in her car.

Here she was a couple months later, driving home after a long day. The production of the erotic thriller, "Adulterous Obsession," starting later that week. Gia thought of the extra payday, the money used for Gerald's tuition. She shrugged at the final stoplight before turning into her neighborhood. "It'll be fine, I hope."

Gia peeped in on a sleeping Gerald, smiled, then took a shower. She felt bad this movie would be filming during his Spring break, but she accepted it, further considering not renewing her contract when it expired over the summer.





-3-

"Oh hi there!" Gia beamed at her son when he arrived home from school the next day. She was in the kitchen after her workout session, in matching, neon green spandex shorts and sports bra. She set the protein drink down and hugged her son.

"Mom, come on," Gerald flinched when the sweaty woman threw her arms around him. The thumbnail image of her naked body had been on his mind all day.

"Sorry. Just excited to spend the rest of the day with you. After you finish your homework," Gia reminded him. "Then we need to talk."

"Talk?" Gerald asked, thinking maybe she read his mind, figuring out he found out she did a sex scene.

"Yeah, it's about your Spring break next week."

"Ah. Alright."

Gerald got to work, glad he didn't have too much homework, wondering what his mother wanted to talk about regarding Spring break. He wondered if it was a vacation somewhere. He thought about her nude body again, this time, walking toward him. "No, stop. I REALLY wished I hadn't seen that," he thought, slamming his pen down.

They ate dinner together, chatting about school, his college plans, and plans for the summer. Afterward, Gia led Gerald to the couch, telling him to ignore cleaning the kitchen. She sat next to him, sliding her arm around him.

"Mom? You ok? Why are you so affectionate?" Gerald asked, perhaps noticing it more now for some reason.

"I want to talk about your Spring break next week. I'm sorry, Gerald, I have to work the entire time. I was hoping I'd have a few days off, but no. They are moving from one job to the next. A new movie starts filming tomorrow."

"Oh," Gerald nodded. "I see."

"This weekend though, I only work half the day on Saturday. That night, we're going out to dinner. Someplace special. There's a restaurant in Beverly Hills that I want to take you."

"Uh, sure. That'd be cool."

"I'm sorry I haven't been around much," Gia hugged him.

"It's ok, Mom," Gerald awkwardly patted her shoulder.

"I love you. We'll have a great weekend," Gia said, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah," Gerald put his arm around her, thinking about the scene in Krongor, wondering what it was like. He wondered what other scenes his mother did too.

They sat on the couch the rest of the evening, watching one of her favorite old movies, Gerald struggling to stay awake. When it was over, she led him to his bedroom, hugging him goodnight.

The next day, he rushed home from school, getting on his laptop. He went to his preferred porn video site, staring blankly at the home page, filled with newest uploaded video. He saw all sorts of amateur thumbnails, a few well-known pornstars here and there, and a few interracial clips. Gerald took a deep breath and typed in his mother's name in the search bar.

Nothing showed up.

He breathed a sigh of relief. However, he recalled his mom had roles of varying sizes in five movies. "Ok, keep digging," he thought and typed in the specific name of a movie. He searched for "Alien Bank Heist."

"Oh crap," he saw a thumbnail, a single result found. "Yep," he nodded, seeing a close-up of a man and a woman - his mother. It was grainy, but he could her eyes were closed, her mouth open. He couldn't see their bodies, but could tell they weren't wearing shirts.

"Saturday the 14th," he typed next. "So stupid," he thought of the movie.

Another result was returned. "Shit!" Gerald looked away. The thumbnail was a dark-hair woman, by a campfire, a part of her top was removed. He looked to it, he couldn't see a nipple, but it looked like she was in the process of taking her shirt off.

He kept going, typing in "The First Year," adding "sex scene" to it. Two results were returned. His mother was in both thumbnail images. The first showed her on her back, a look of pleasure on her face. The second was her full body in a shower, with a man behind her, his hand on her tummy. "Crap!" he looked away. "Why am I doing this?"

"Curiosity is killing me," he rolled his eyes, typing in the final movie his mom acted in. "New Lives sex scene," he pressed enter.

"No way!" he nearly fell out of his chair. The thumbnail image for the video was his mother and another woman. They were clothed and kissing.

"No way," he got up, pacing around the kitchen.

He sat at the kitchen table. "Every crappy movie she's been in. Each one had a sex scene," he said, immediately standing back up, pacing around.

"They aren't porn though. I know this for sure," he sat down. "But why would she do this?" he stood back up.

"This is dumb. She's an actress, sometimes there's sex scenes. I was jacking off to Julianne Moore sex scenes the other night. I know she has kids," Gerald sat down again.

"But they probably never stumbled upon her scenes," he stood up, pacing again. "I gotta leave."

Gerald took a walk around his Pacific Palisades neighborhood. He found himself getting angry, but he couldn't explain it. "Is she a slut?" he wondered. "Why am I so bothered by this?"

When he arrived at home an hour later, he saw he missed a couple calls on the cell phone he left in his room - they were from his mother.

"Hey, sweetie, we're taking a break here. Things aren't going too well, probably have to work late. I'll call later."

He listened to the other one.

"You there? Text or call me, let me know you're home from school."

He sat on the edge of his bed and texted his mom back, "I'm here. Will see you later."

Something caught his peripheral vision - his open laptop, the screen saver going. "Maybe, they, no," he wrestled with himself. He wanted to watch them.

"I'll just click at different points in the video, I won't play it," he sat down, clicking the browser's back button a few times to the search results for "Alien Bank Heist."

He clicked the video, the player appeared; he clicked in the middle of the progress bar. It showed a still image from the movie - his mother kissing the guy, she appeared to be pinned against the wall. Gerald saw no body parts, other than their shoulders and heads. He clicked further down the progress bar; he saw the guy's back and ass, with his mother in front of him, on all fours. He could only see a little bit of her side, including a slight view of her hanging breasts. Gerald clicked again, near the end of the video. The still showed the man's front, head thrown back, with his mother, still on all fours, with a facial expression of pleasure.

"Ok, so nothing really crazy here," Gerald thought. "Maybe I could watch it. It seems tame."

Gerald took a deep breath and clicked at the beginning of the progress bar, then clicked play. He covered his eyes, peeping through his fingers.

"Can't believe we did it," the man said, sitting at a table across from his girlfriend played by Gia, looking at a huge pile of money.

"I told you it'd be fine," Gia's character said.

"We should celebrate, go out, get a nice meal," the man, played by Gia's frequent co-star, Paul said.

"Or we could stay in," the girlfriend suggested.

"For what?" Paul's character looked confused.

The video clip jumped to Gia being pinned against the wall, some kind of rock music playing, Paul kissing at her neck, her eyes closed, her mouth open. "Good idea," he said, resuming his kissing.

Gia tore his shirt off, as he pulled her tank top off. Gerald didn't see breasts, but knew the part with them on the bed was coming up. He watched Paul lift Gia, the camera still focused on their shoulders and head. Gia was bouncing up and down, Paul kissing at her neck, her fingers gripping his hair. Paul pulled her away from the wall. The scene jumped to the bed, Gerald cautiously looked away for a second. When he quickly realized most of the nudity was the man, he watched with no fear of seeing his mother naked. He could only see the side of her thigh, body, and breasts hanging, jiggling from each impact. The camera was probably ten feet away from them.

He watched this man and his mom have simulated sex for several seconds. He could hear his flesh slapping against hers. The clip entered the final portion, showing the man's muscular frame. He threw his head back, presumably finishing. Gerald watched his mom's face, contort with pleasure, his eyes trailed over what little he could see of her back and ass. It wasn't much.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried out. The clip jumped to the next scene. It was of another man talking on the phone. Then the clip stopped.

"Wow," Gerald said. "That wasn't so bad. I've seen worse in some of these R-rated movie clips on here."

He scrolled to the related videos, some were thumbnails Gerald already saw from his searching earlier. He saw other movie sex scene clips listed too, not featuring his mother. They all appeared to be uploaded by the same user. Gerald clicked the user's name, 'SexSceneLover', then navigated to their uploaded videos; some Gerald had already watched from the other night. It appeared this user uploaded many sex scenes from mainstream movies and softcore porn movies.

Gerald got bold and clicked on the thumbnail of his mother on her back. He went ahead and clicked play.

"Keep going," Gia's character told Paul's.

"I wasn't done," he said. "Relax."

"Huh, the same dude from the first clip," Gerald noted.

"Besides," Paul's character spoke up. "If I finish, I'll rest up, and we'll go again, and again, and again. We're making a baby, right?"

"Yes we are," Gia smiled, kissing him, some tender music playing in the clip.

The clip turned into a montage of sorts. It showed Gia and Paul in various close-ups. He was on top, then she was, then he was behind. One was her looking over her shoulder, moaning. Gerald gasped when her breast came into view, glancing away. When he looked back, the clip showed his mother sitting on her co-star, moaning, presumably cumming. Paul was doing the same. Gerald watched him lay his mother on her back, trying to focus on her face, not her breasts. They both moaned and Paul laid down on Gia. Sweat, Gerald assumed sprayed water, was covering them. The music changed and the clip quickly jumped to a clothed Gia doing dishes before stopping.

"Keep going," Gerald clicked the related video, another sex scene in this movie.

The camera slowly panned to a steamy shower. Gia was on her knees before Paul, her hands running over his chest, her head obscuring his crotch.

"Oh shit," Gerald said. "Is she - "

Gia rose to her feet, Paul's hand slid over her lower back. Gerald looked to her bare ass in the shower. "Wow."

They were kissing. Paul suddenly turned Gia around, her hands on the steamy shower door. Gerald looked to her breasts, gulping. He watched hands grope and grab them from behind.

"Ah! Ah!" his mother moaned, Gerald having a good, slightly steam-obscured view of her body.

The clip jumped to Gia turning around, in the shower, grabbing Paul and kissing him. The clip ended with Gia guiding him down into sitting position in the shower.

"Whoa," Gerald exhaled slowly. "I shouldn't be watching this," Gerald stood, leaving his room.

Ten seconds later, he rushed back into his room, sitting at his laptop searching for another video. This time of her sex scene in "Saturday the 14th."

This was a definite R-rated, straight-to-DVD, release. Gia's character, a college senior, was sitting around a campfire with other people who, like Gia, looked to be in their 30s - a bit older than college students. They were all drinking booze.

She stood, downed the rest of her drink and sat on the guy nearest her. "You ready?" she asked, kissing him hard.

"Mmm, sure am," he said. He stood, taking Gia with him. The clip jumped to them in a tent.

"I've been wanting that pussy for a while now, Amanda," he said, removing his shirt and belt.

"Come and get it," she said, spreading her legs after pulling up her skirt. The guy dove in, his head between her thighs.

Gerald's eyes widened, watching the camera pan to his mother, licking her lips, removing her top while a guy was in between her legs.

"So good," he paused.

"Shut up and fuck me," Gia said.

"Holy shit, Mom!" Gerald exclaimed.

"Damn, Amanda, my buddy told me you were easy," the guy said, lying top of her.

"He's right," Gia and the guy kissed. The video clip jumped to two friends lighting up a joint in the woods nearby.

"Hey. You hear that?" one of them asked. The other took a puff, shaking his head. The music turned ominous.

The clip jumped to Gia on top of the guy, riding him, hard, her tits on display. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out.

Gerald covered his mouth, watching his mother's breasts jiggle, as she continued screaming profanities.

"Ah shit!" the guy said, squeezing a tit.

That's when a sharp object, an arrow, protruded through Gia's chest, in between her breasts.

"Amanda!" the guy screamed. "Amanda!"

The camera panned in on the guy's look of horror. He held his hands up, screaming 'no' over and over. Then the clip ended.

Gerald took a deep breath, "Glad it was fake. Wow."

He clicked another video. This was as clip from "New Lives."

"What!?!" the clip immediately started with his mother making out with a blonde woman. He could see their tongues briefly colliding. Gia pushed the woman back against the wall. Her arm moved, Gerald could tell her character was sliding her hand down the woman's pants - even if the camera didn't show it.

They broke the kiss, holding each other by the back of the other's head, the blonde woman moaning into Gia's face.

Slow piano music started, the scene faded to the women in a bedroom, slowly undressing each other. It showed Gia kissing the woman's back, working her way down to her butt. The camera focused on her face, reacting to whatever Gia was doing to the woman's ass.

Both woman naked now, the clip showed them rolling around in bed kissing, groping one another. Gia landed on top, looking into her face as the scene faded to black.

Gerald was in slight shock. He looked to his crotch, he was erect. "Um," he said although the clip wasn't done though. It now showed the two women in the shower. Gia spreading suds over the woman's back, bruises visible.

"I'm sorry he hurt you again," Gia said, holding the blonde from behind.

"Not your fault. I never should've met up with him," she replied.

Gia kissed along the woman's neck and shoulders. "You're safe with me now."

The blonde turned, kissing Gia in the shower. Gia's hands glided down the woman's bruised back and the video clip ended.

"Ok, Ok, I'm done," Gerald said, ashamed of his erection.

"No more," he shook his head. He sat there, staring blankly at his laptop.

"Actually there's one more. Krongor," Gerald clicked to play that related video.

Paul's character, Krongor, was standing by a fire, wearing nothing but a leathery loincloth. The hugely muscular man was distracted by someone - a tall, brunette, wearing some sort of tanned, leathery bikini. It reminded Gerald of a sexy, albeit somewhat stereotypical, Native American costume.

"You fought hard for your clan today," Paul's character, Krongor told Gia's character.

"Our clans are united now. I must fight for both of them," she told him. "But tonight, I give myself to you."

Gerald watched his mother remove the bikini, standing nude before Krongor. Gerald recognized the thumbnail image used for the clip. He was speechless by her beauty.

Paul removed the loincloth and approached his co-star, grabbing her face, kissing her. The scene then jumped to close-up of Gia's breasts, with the fire roaring in the background, Gerald covering his mouth. Paul closed in on her nipples, kissing, licking them. The camera panned up, showing them kiss again. Next the camera was zoomed out, showing the man on top of Gia, his hand on her thigh, moving up and down on top of her. The orchestral music was playing; Gia was moaning every few seconds. The next part of the scene showed Paul behind her, one hand on her breast, the other on her tummy. The two of them moved as though Gia was getting taken from behind. The firelight was illuminating their bodies. The scene jumped to a close-up of Gia looking to her left, at Paul over her shoulder. They stared into one another's eyes and the scene faded to black.





-4-

The next evening, Gerald was standing in his doorway, staring at his closed laptop. He received a text from his mom earlier, stating she was running late, assuring him that they would still go to dinner.

He wanted to watch those sex scenes again. He fought with himself all day. He did yard work, homework, he drove around, he walked around; he couldn't sit still.

Gerald was tugging at his cock, "I'll watch them again. If I jack off to them, to her, so be it."

He took a few steps forward when he was saved by his mother. "Gerald! I'm home! Let's go eat!" she called out from the front door.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He survived jacking off to his mother, for now.

"Hey!" Gia arrived at his door. "Get dressed. Something nice. I'm going to change too."

"Ok, sure," Gerald nodded.

He threw on some khakis and button up shirt. Several minutes later his mom met him at the front door, wearing a tight, short, tropical pattern dress. Gerald couldn't help think how hot she looked, given that he's seen her naked and in sexual situations - even if they were simulated, or so he assumed.

"Hi," he nervously said.

"Hey," she hugged him. "I'm starving. I'll drive."

They ended their hug, Gia grabbing Gerald's hand, walking to her car.

On the way to restaurant, Gerald made a decision. He would talk to his mom about her acting career. They rarely ever discussed it before. Gia only telling him it was small, low-budget, movies - nothing special. He recalled her telling him he wouldn't be interested. Gerald concluded in hindsight it was because of her sex scenes. It made sense to him, but he was curious about them, about her, about all of it. Was she a slut? She didn't seem like it. He wanted to talk with her about it. Gerald came up with a plan during dinner. He'd tell a little lie and see where it took him.

"I've been wanting to try this place since it opened," Gia said, folding her napkin, placing it on her lap. "It's so nice too. I'm glad I'm here with you."

"Thanks, Mom."

They ordered appetizers, Gerald ordered tea, Gia wine. They divvied up some bread sticks. Afterward, Gerald decided to tell his fib.

"Hey, Mom, I have a friend at school. We'll he's not a great friend actually. He was picking on me about something," Gerald started.

"Oh?" Gia glared. "About what?"

"Heh, well, it's silly. And I wasn't too bothered by it. But it did make me wonder about something."

"What is it? You can tell or ask me about it," Gia reached across the table, patting Gerald's hand.

"He said he saw some of those movies you were in."

Her eyes widened, "Oh, I see. Ha. I didn't think anyone saw those."

"Yeah. Anyway, he was picking on me about certain scenes you were in."

Gia withdrew her hand from her son's. "Oh. I see. Certain scenes."

"Right. Anyway, well - "

"So your buddy saw me in those scenes, maybe saw me naked, and got his jollies off. Then he picked on you about it. What a little snot. Ignore him."

"No, no, it's fine. Really. He wasn't mean to me. Just complimented you in a way to try to embarrass me."

"I see. Well, yes, those movies I was in had some adult themes, and adult scenes," Gia said. "They are rated-R, straight to DVD crap."

"Right," Gerald could see his mom was embarrassed and angry. "Sometimes movies have those scenes, you know? I mean you aren't a, uh, porn star, right? Or a stripper. You're not a slut. Are you?" Gerald asked, lowering his voice.

"Oh, Gerald," Gia grabbed his hands again. "Is that what you think I am? Did that kid make it sound like I was?"

"No! Not at all. I was just saying you weren't. Just because you had sex scenes in a movie doesn't make you a slut. Right?" Gerald hoped.

Gia laughed, "Right. Want to know about what really goes on in those dumb scenes?"

"Sure."

Gia leaned in closer, "There is zero, and I mean zero, romance, eroticism, or anything sexy about them. We're in a room full of people. There's lights, cameras, equipment, crew members and so on. I have never, nor has anyone I've had a scene with, been even remotely, uh, aroused. Do you follow me?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You know about the birds and the bees," Gia continued speaking in a quiet tone. "There's never been an erection. And I, well, I've never been, you know, aroused."

"Uh - "

"I've never been moist down there. Never had increased blood flow. I've never been hot and bothered," Gia chuckled. "In all honestly, it's us remembering a choreography of sorts, going through the motions, and hoping it ends ASAP."

"So you don't enjoy it?"

"Not really. I figured I could handle it, so I went through with it. In my first movie, it was such a small portion of the film. I got to use a sword, a shield, fight - all that stuff made it worth it. There was one sex scene and I was scared, but I knew it was my job and I was getting paid a decent amount. The guy I worked with, Paul, is a veteran. He was giving me tips, helping me relax, telling me it's just like a dance, even cracking jokes. We have to remember the choreography. Once I saw there was nothing sexual about it, at least on our end, I was able to relax more. I still don't like being naked on a set, with all those people around. But I know now, that they are there to do their jobs too. Be it, lighting, makeup, or the director - they're just trying to tell a story."

"I see. Sounds like it can be awkward."

"Oh it is. Every time. But when I see no one is getting turned on by it, they're just trying to complete a scene, I relax a little."

"My friend was wondering if it was like porn. I was hoping it wasn't. Sounds like it's not."

"Not at all Gerald. Not at all. However," Gia paused, eyes lowering. "This newest role I've taken on, well, it's not a porno but there's a lot of sex scenes in it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I was hesitant, but the job is paying more than all the others I've had. Plus I'm under contract. It's being referred to as an erotic thriller."

"Oh, I guess I can figure out what that means."

"Yeah," Gia shook her head. "The production is struggling too. This guy they've cast is difficult to work with."

"Paul?"

"No, not him. He's awesome. A good guy. He plays my character's husband. The younger actor they've cast as my character's," she paused.

"What?"

"The movie is about a woman who has an affair with a younger guy. She goes a bit crazy too. The guy they cast to play my character's lover isn't easy to work with," Gia explained.

"Oh, how so?"

"He doesn't take direction well, he over acts, he does things his own way. Anyway, there's been script rewrites, the movie is behind schedule. I'm really, really hoping it works out. I could use that money. It'd easily pay for most of your college. It's not big, Hollywood millions, but it's a very nice paycheck."

"Sorry, Mom. I hope it works out."

"All these silly sex scenes on top of it, makes things harder too. Plus, next week, I'll be working so much during your week off of school. I feel bad."

Gerald shrugged, "Well, I understand. You need to work."

"I think I have an idea. You can come to the studio with me!"

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"No, it'll be great. Ride with me on Monday. They are always looking for volunteers to help serve food, clean set, move equipment," Gia explained. "They're cheap!"

"I don't know, Mom."

"Don't worry about seeing in an intimate scene. Most of the ones with Paul have been filmed. Somewhere at various other locations. The ones that remain will be with this other guy," Gia shivered. "He's creepy too. I'm not a casting director, but they should've cast someone younger and who could give off a shy vibe."

"I guess I could come in on Monday," Gerald said.

"Yes. Please do. You can walk around, explore. If anyone asks, just say you're a volunteer or intern. We can have lunch together."

"Alright, I'll do it," Gerald agreed, remembering her sex scenes, hoping maybe he'd catch a glimpse of her in action in person.

***

After their meal, mom and son headed home. They changed in pajamas and met back on the couch, Gia's orders.

"You don't think I'm a bad mom, do you?" Gia asked sitting next to Gerald, her legs lying across his lap. His hands were on her knees and thighs, rubbing them over the sweatpants which covered them.

"No, why do you say that?"

"Just haven't been around much."

"No, I understand," Gerald smiled at her, finding it difficult to look away. He knew watching those clips of her did something to him.

"Good. Hey, do you have any more questions for me? About my work; about those scenes?"

Gerald laughed, "Maybe."

"Well ask away! I've already told you those scenes aren't very enjoyable, are awkward, and not sexy in reality. What else would you like to know?"

"My friend said he saw you with a lady, Mom!" Gerald poked her side.

"Oh dear. Yeah, there was a brief scene. But I loved that movie. I got to fight again and pretend to beat up a guy. I guess you're wondering what it was like. It was nice. We were both scared, but tried our best to live in our character's minds. We took a couple shots of rum, encouraged one another, and well, went at it!"

"Wow."

"Yeah, probably won't do that again. The movie turned out great though."

"Have you seen anything? Like private parts?"

"Sort of."

"Huh?"

"Oh shoot, we're both adults. There was a scene in a shower where I was on my knees in front of him."

Gerald knew exactly which sex scene that was - the second one from "The First Year." He played along pretending he's never seen it.

"I was moving my head back and forth, you know, making it look like I was," Gia bit her bottom lip. "Fellatio?"

"Ah, yeah, I've heard that term."

"Ok good. Anyway, my eyes were closed, so I didn't see him like that. I counted to ten or so in my head, then stood up to continue the scene. Paul made a joke right before we started filming - it nearly ruined the take. It was about how I'd need a magnifying glass to find it. His penis."

"Oh, heh, funny."

"Anyway, I've only seen stuff in my peripheral vision. I make it a point not to look directly at anything like that."

"Have they seen you?"

"Sometimes it's unavoidable. Especially if the scene calls for them to, well, touch or kiss certain things. Plus, that sort of stuff tends to happen when two people are being intimate anyway. Paul would usually ask if it's ok if he touched me here," Gia nodded to her chest. "Sometimes I'd say stuff like 'You could lie me down, then get on top to kiss around here. The camera should be zoomed in on us at that point.' He'd agree, and we'd work out the choreography together."

"Does it feel weird that he's, you know," Gerald glanced to her chest.

"It did at first. Still does, all of it, but nowhere near as bad. Maybe if there wasn't so many cameras and crew around. This new guy though," Gia shook her head. "He's rough, he doesn't ask, he doesn't coordinate a scene with me. He does his own thing. Usually it's not what the director had in mind for our characters. He's supposed to be shy and sort of scared; he doesn't portray that at all."

"Maybe they'll fire him."

"Maybe!" Gia rose up, her legs still on her son's lap, and hugged him. Kissing his cheek. "I'll be glad you'll be around on Monday. Maybe we can chat between takes or set tear downs."

"I'd like that," Gerald replied. She kissed his cheek again, then went to the kitchen for popcorn. Gerald watched her tall frame walk away, eyes to her ass, thinking how gorgeous she was, how lucky Paul was - even if it was all pretend.

When she returned, she propped her feet up in his lap. Gerald instinctively started rubbing them. She smiled, leaning back, her eyes closed. "So you knocked out a few steamy scenes today, Mom?"

"Heh, steamy. They'll be steamy in post-production. Yeah a few. Paul and I filmed them back-to-back"

Gerald kept rubbing her feet. "Sounds like you were busy then."

"Mmhmm," she let out a soft moan. Gerald's eyes widened.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself. He stopped rubbing her feet, focusing on the movie playing on the TV instead. He chastised himself internally, guilt overcoming him. He kept his hands to himself the rest of the evening.

That night in bed, Gerald struggled to sleep. "I gotta get over this. It was wrong to watch those clips. I'm not the intended audience. She's my mom - a great mom. I can't watch them again. I can't look at her like that anymore. If she found out, no telling what she'd do. She'd be so angry."

He rolled over, deciding to try to forget what he saw and move on, knowing he was in the wrong for looking. However, some things can never be unseen.





-5-

Gia was called in the next day, Sunday, for some quick re-shoots. She was annoyed, but drove in anyway, wanting to get this film completed and get paid.

A few hours there, she was on all fours, naked, hoping this was the final take of one of her sex scenes with the actor playing her lover. He was in his late 20s, playing an 18-year-old, and was ruining take after take. Gia tried to remember to moan when the part where he wrapped his arms around her from behind happened, but the guy never did it. He slapped her ass instead. He continued slamming against her hard from behind. Gia thought if it were real sex it certainly wouldn't be very pleasant.

Finally, the director yelled cut, a big towel was tossed to Gia and the actor. She quickly moved away from him, wrapping herself, and walked toward Paul, who was nearby, munching on a donut.

"Geez, I don't think Krongor took you that hard," Paul joked, having watched from afar, on stand-by in case he was needed.

"Ha. I could use Krongor to save me from this situation right about now," Gia said.

"Well, if they have any money left to make a sequel, maybe I will then."

"That guy is horrible," Gia said, referring to the actor playing her character's lover. "Does what he wants, how he wants. He actually pulled my hair earlier. If he's supposed to be playing a shy, nervous, young guy - I don't think ass slapping and hair pulling would be involved."

"Nope," Paul chomped down on a donut, handing the box to Gia, who declined. She watched the director and various crew members review the take and converse amongst themselves.

Several moments passed, an assistant director approached Gia, pulling her aside. "Hey, go ahead and get dressed, we're done for the day. Just so you know, we're recasting someone to play Eric."

"Good!"

"We'll be talking about it and figuring something out. Hopefully tomorrow, we'll be set. I'm sorry about all of this, I know we're rushing to get this finished up," the assistant told her.

"No, it's fine. It really is," Gia said, thankful the role of Eric would be recast.

Gia left the assistant, waving bye to Paul, letting them discuss shooting a few of his scenes at various locations that day.

Gia stopped by the security guard on her way out. She explained she was bringing her son tomorrow to volunteer and help a few interns. He gave her a guest badge for Gerald.

***

The rest of Gia and Gerald's Sunday, was spent hanging out, making up for lost time Gia felt she missed out on due to her hectic work schedule. The next day Gerald asked his mother if she was sure she wanted him around while she was working. Gia hugged him and told him of course.

Gerald flashed his badge early the next morning to the security guard. Gia hugged her son, telling him she had to change in the dressing room, and there'd be no sex scenes filmed on the set that day, jabbing his side. Gerald blushed and nodded. She led him to a group of interns, waiting around, clamoring for work, hoping to get into the business.

A little later, Gerald found himself, sweeping floors, and moving equipment.

Gia was in a meeting with Howard, a casting director, and Paul.

"Ok, here's where we're at," Howard started. "That overpriced, overrated, little shit, that was playing Eric? He's gone. We are holding semi-auditions for younger guys. We put the word out to the interns if they are interested. We don't need a professional actor, we just need someone fresh and willing to act scared out of his mind when an older, sexy cougar like yourself seduces him."

"I see," Gia nodded, ignoring Howard's assessment of her, still in her dress from an office scene filmed earlier.

"We are re-writing parts of the script, removing some of Eric's dialogue, making the focus on Karen and her adulterous ways," Howard added, referring to the name of the character Gia was playing. "This new guy, he won't have many lines."

Howard dismissed them; her and Paul were driven to a location nearby at Venice Beach for additional shooting. Upon returning to the studio, Gia found Gerald setting up catering. She chatted with him, telling him of her day, thanking him for helping out.

After a rushed meal, Gerald found himself alone, walking around the various set pieces in the studios, exploring. He saw sound stages set up, all looked fairly cheap. He saw a few makeshift rooms resembling bedrooms, kitchens, and so on. Then he saw a line of several interns he recognized. The line extended into a hallway with offices. Gerald walked past the line, arriving at closed door. He turned and looked around, wondering what the guys in line were waiting for.

The door opened, a woman popped out. "Next!" she yelled. Gerald, startled, turned to face her. The woman pulled him into the room and closed the door.

***

"Name?" the woman asked, the casting director sitting next to her.

"Uh, Gerald?"

"Are you asking me if that's your name?" she asked.

"Um, no. No ma'am," Gerald replied. He watched the two people whisper amongst themselves right in front of him. "My name is Gerald."

"Sit," she pointed to the couch against the wall. Gerald complied.

"Age?"

"I'm eighteen. What's this - "

"Do you have any commitments this week?"

"Huh?"

"Commercials shoots? A role as an extra?"

"Um, no. I'm on Spring Break."

"So you're still in high school, great," the woman said, taking notes, and then whispering more to her colleague.

"Um - "

The casting director shushed him. A moment later, he spoke up. "Can you recite this line for me? Say it like you are very nervous. The line is 'What are you doing?'"

Gerald realized what was happening. The line outside were people wanting to audition for a role. The woman mistakenly pulled him into the room, thinking he was next in line. His forehead started beading up, he got scared, the two people watching, waiting with emotionless expressions. His eyes darted around, he cleared his throat.

"Um," he licked his lips. "W-what, what are you doing?"

They talked amongst themselves again, Gerald wanted to leave to get back to wandering around.

"Yes, I agree," the woman told the casting director.

"Wait here," they stood, exciting through a side door, connecting their office with another, leaving Gerald alone.

A few seconds later, they reappeared. A tall brunette, in a white, strapless dress was behind them. Gerald's eyes met hers, he started sweating more now, his heart beat racing. The woman said nothing, her jaws clamped shut with anger and confusion. She didn't look at Gerald.

"Ok great, Gia, we're going to do a quick chemistry test. I saw you two chatting outside earlier, during lunch. So go ahead and kiss, Harold here," the casting director said.

"I think it's Gerald," his assistant, the woman who pulled him into the room said.

"Right, right. Gerald, act scared, nervous. This beautiful older woman is going to kiss you," he instructed.

Gerald glanced at his mother, his nostrils flaring, his breathing erratic. Gia was glaring at him, facing away from the casting director so he couldn't see her order Gerald to stay quiet and stay put - all with her eyes.

"Um, I, uh," Gerald backed away, wanting to stop all of this. His mother lunged at him on the couch, grabbing his face, kissing him hard on the mouth, leaving him breathless. Gerald wiped his mouth and whispered, "Wow."

Gia watched the casting director and his assistant talk among themselves. After a moment, they smiled, stood, and told Gia and Gerald to wait right there for a moment.

"What are you doing here?!?" Gia hissed at Gerald.

"They pulled me into this room. I was outside, walking around."

Gia rubbed her temples. "I can't believe this."

"Believe what? What's going on in here?"

"Gerald, they thought you were auditioning for a role in this erotic thriller I'm in."

"Oh geez, no I'm not doing that. I was just outside that door and got pulled in."

"The role is for the character of Eric. My character's lover," Gia grit her teeth.

"Oh no, no," Gerald stood. "I'll leave now."

"Sit! You sit back down on this couch, young man."

Gerald obeyed his mother, watching her rubbing her temples. "Think," she said. "They told me you were perfect."

"What?"

"When they came and got me. They said they found the perfect guy to play the scared, shy type. Ugh, I can't believe this!"

"Mom, I'll leave, it's fine."

"No. This production has suffered a lot. More delays could ruin it. I want the paycheck. You're staying. Just humor these people. You'll talk to Howard, the studio exec, next."

"They don't know we're mom and son?"

"You have your father's last name. I reverted to my maiden. So no," she sighed and shook her head.

"But, but, I don't - "

"Quiet!" Gia said, hearing the door open.

"Gia, Gerald, come on in," the assistant motioned them to follow. They'd be meeting with Howard next.

"There she is," Howard greeted Gia. "And you must be Gerald," he shook the younger man's hands. "Ugh, same height and everything. This is perfect! Sit."

Howard sat across from them in his fairly small office. "Geez, what was your mother thinking naming you Gerald? What are you, 60 years old? You an old man like me? Did you get your colonoscopy done this year, Gerald? Heh heh, I kid."

Gia rolled her eyes and shot her son a look. "I'm sure it's a family name. Is it, Gerald?"

"Uh, yeah. My mom named me after her dad."

"Wonderful! Ok, let's talk about this picture. As you know, we've had some budget, scheduling, and casting problems. There's been some rewrites too. We don't need some big, hotshot, trained actor in here for the role of Eric. We need someone not as experienced in more ways than one. Right?" Howard winked at Gerald. Gia rolled her eyes again.

"Eric being seduced by the older, married Karen would be far more realistic with someone truly nervous. That's where you come in. I know you haven't done much acting before, but I think you'd be a great fit for this. What do you say?" Howard asked.

"Well, I don't know. I think - "

"It'd be a great opportunity," Gia interrupted him, looking at Gerald sternly.

"The sex scenes bother you. I understand. Tell you what, we'll reduce the crew numbers when filming them; maybe just you, Gia here, the director and the cameraman."

Gerald looked to his mother, she was nodding at him. He was so confused.

"We're struggling here. We could really use your help," Howard pressed him.

One final look to his mother, and Gerald nodded his head 'yes.'

"Perfect. Now then, Gia channel Karen for me real quick and kiss the young man you'd be cheating on your husband with," Howard motioned for them to move closer.

"Not again," Gerald thought, wiping his forehead, glancing to Howard, licking his lips nervously. A second later he was met by his mother's pressing against his. His eyes were wide open, he tried to talk, but couldn't.

"Yes! That's it!" Howard said when the kiss ended, Gia wiping her mouth, looking to her lap.

"Gerald, wait for my assistant for paperwork. I have another meeting to attend," Howard said, shaking Gerald's hand, taking his leave. Gia stood too, Howard giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

When Howard left, Gia closed the door.

"Mom, what is - "

"Quiet!" she paced back and forth. "I'm trying to think."

Gerald watched her walk back and forth in her small, tight dress. He stared at her legs, butt, and chest. The kiss was incredible, but guilt once again found him.

"Ok, just go with it," she said.

"Go with it?"

"Yes. We'll talk more later, but for now, just," she shook her head. "We'll get through this together. The production can't afford any more setbacks. We'll be fine."

Gia and Gerald shared a look before she left him alone in the room, his mind spinning. He was joined a couple minutes later by an assistant with paperwork. She thanked him and told him to report back in the morning.

Gerald sighed, thinking, "I rode in with my mom."

He stood outside at her locked car for a few hours. Gia emerged after a long day, unlocked her car, and mom and son got in.

"Mom - "

"No. Just no. I want to get home, get in my pajamas, and get some wine. We'll talk later," Gia silenced him.





-6-

Gerald was in his room, his lips still tingling a few hours later. When they got home his mother headed straight to the shower. Gerald warmed up some leftovers, never saw his mom reappear, and eventually headed to bed.

The thought of kissing her again was appealing, but filming a sex scene with her seemed unreal. He thought about watching her scenes again, but made a vow to himself. Gerald couldn't fathom pretending to have sex with her on camera. He had no idea how to go about it. He knew how sex worked of course, but he felt he'd look ridiculous basically dry-humping her on film, pretending like it felt good. He thought about what kind of noise he'd make, which led him to thoughts of his mother moaning like she did in some of the clips he watched. She sounded incredible.

His door burst open, his mother slid in. "Gerald," she said, her eyes looked glazed over.

"Huh?"

"Am I really that gross to you?" Gia asked. She was drunk.

"What? No," Gerald sat up.

"Is kissing me going to be so yucky?"

"What are you talking about? I never said - "

"Can it be that bad?" Gia plopped on his bed.

"Mom," Gerald patted her shoulder. "It was fine."

"Just fine? I know it'll be difficult to do on camera, but you don't think I'm that gross do you?"

"I never said anything about you being gross. You're not gross. You're gorgeous."

"You mean it?" Gia hiccupped.

"Yes. I do."

"Good! I want kisses!" she lunged at her son again, pushing him to his back, smothering him with kisses all over his face.

"Mom! Wait, Mom," Gerald tried to resist, to move away. She was on top of him now. She grabbed his head, holding him still and kissed him hard on the mouth, he tasted the wine she'd been guzzling earlier.

Gia let out a long moan, kissing Gerald; his hands eventually found her back, patting it a few times before resting them there.

"Mmm, see?" She asked, wiping his mouth. "Not so bad, right?"

"Mom, it's not the kissing part."

"Then what?" Gia asked, kissing him several times on the lips. "I love you," she kissed him again. "You have such nice lips. You must take after your mother."

"Mom," Gerald was silenced once more by her mouth on his.

He managed to push her mouth off his, Gia accidentally nibbling his bottom lip. "You're drunk."

"Yep," Gia agreed. She closed her eyes and moved in for more kissing.

"Mom! Wait! It's not the kissing that bothers me as much as something else," Gerald practically yelled to avoid getting interrupted.

"Well what is it?" Gia sat up, straddling her son.

"The other stuff?" he asked.

"Ohhhh, I see," Gia nodded. "You're worried about pretending to have sex with your mom. See a boob, seeing a butt."

"Right, but also, you know, 'interacting' with those parts," Gerald said, using air quotes.

Gia laughed, her hands sliding under Gerald's t-shirt. "Grabbing, kissing, licking," she tickled him.

She lowered herself again, inches from his face, the wine on her breath swimming through Gerald's nostrils. "You'll just have to relax and pretend to be Eric. Don't think of me as your mother. Think of me as Karen, a woman who is obsessively in love with you, a woman who cheats on her hunky, sexy husband every single day - just to get you inside her."

"Mom, mmph!"

Gerald was silenced again with another hard kiss; he could've sworn he felt a wet tongue against his lips.

"Look at me like that. If you do, we can make this work," Gia said, stumbling off her son, nearly falling on the floor. She made her way to his door.

"There's a lot at stake. A lot of good money for me, and a nice chunk for you too. If you can't handle it, if you want to ruin it, you know what you can do?" Gia stared undoing the drawstring of her sweatpants.

Gerald watched her slowly turn around, pulling her pants down. "You can kiss my ass," she said, wiggling her hips, exposing her bare ass to her son.

Gerald's mouth hung open as he watched his mother slap her own ass a few times, before stepping completely out of her sweatpants, leaving them on his floor.

"Hmm, not a bad idea. Maybe that could be part of a scene," Gia mumbled making her way to her bedroom to pass out.

"Holy shit," Gerald whispered, his cock hard as a rock.

***

They drove separately the next day. His mother barely spoke to him, most likely feeling the hangover effects, and embarrassed with herself.

Gerald was rushed to wardrobe and then was taken to another location to film a basketball scene. What little lines he had were fed to him before the scene.

Near lunch both Gia and Gerald were at a park filming a scene where Gia's character, Karen, observes and watches Gerald's character, Eric.

After lunch there were a few more location scenes shot, Gerald saying simple lines, trying to act natural. He wasn't scared - yet.

Near the end of the day, things became difficult for Gerald. They were to film their first of five sex scenes together. This would start off with Gia the aggressor, seducing, kissing, and then taking her younger lover.

Still embarrassed from the previous night, Gia didn't go over what the choreography would be.

They were in a bedroom set - Eric's bedroom. They were given no dialog only a premise. Eric's parents weren't home, Karen invited herself in. Gerald was told to resist as best he could.

With the cameras rolling, only the necessary crew around in order to ease nerves, Gia sat on the bed next to Gerald. He had trouble looking at her. Hair and makeup done by a professional on set, made her look even more stunning.

"Are you nervous?" Gia, as Karen asked.

"Yeah," Gerald, as Eric nodded.

"Don't be," Gia whispered, tipping his chin to face her. Gerald gulped, looking into her eyes. Gia closed hers and planted a soft kiss on Gerald's lips.

"Uh, um," he backed up, standing, moving away from her. Gia followed, pushing him against a wall.

"You're uh, married, right?" Gerald asked.

Gia thought how awk