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"You have to help me, man. I'm serious, there's absolutely no work out there. It seems like everyone is trying to find a job, but no one is hiring. Even the Mexican guys can't find work, and they'll work for almost nothing. I don't know what to do anymore... Mom's garden is the only thing that keeps us from starving. But that won't matter if we don't come up with the money by the end of the month. They'll come, take it all, and throw us out on the street." Kevin put his head in his hands and held back rising emotions.

Josh looked at his friend, feeling sorry for him. "Look, Kev. I've already given you all that I could. You know I want to help but I have nothing else to spare. I have my own family to feed."

The two friends sat in silence in the kitchen of the house that Kevin's father built long ago. After Kevin's father died, he left behind the house and a large debt. It was left to Kevin and his mother to repay that debt. They were making payments up until the economy took a major hit. After a few late notices in the mail, they received a visit from a few burly guys that explained to them what would happen if they didn't pay.

Kevin looked up desperately. "I'll sell d**gs!"

Josh shook his head. "You'll end up dead doing that. And anyway, you need money first to buy d**gs before you can sell them."

They heard the back door open and looked in that direction. It was Kevin's mother, Paige, walking in with a basket of fresh vegetables.

"Oh! Hello, Josh," she greeted. "I didn't know you were visiting."

Josh smiled at her. "I just popped in for a moment." Josh had known his friend's mother ever since elementary school. She had always been a pleasant sight. She was of rather petite build and always cheerful. She had a likable face, with a wide, charming smile. Her skin was smooth and fair, and her jet-black hair was usually pulled back into a tight bun. She had been a favorite amongst the boys - maybe because of her warm personality, maybe because of her looks. As she turned to close the door, Josh scanned down her body. She wore a tight-fitting dress today that covered her from neck to knee. "Is that today's harvest?" he asked, looking at the basket.

"It sure is. Last of the tomatoes this year. It's getting too cold for them." Paige set the basket on the counter. "I'm making a stew tonight. Will you join us?"

"I wish I could," declined Josh politely, knowing full well that they could not afford to feed another mouth, even for one day. "But I have to run."

"That's too bad." Paige looked genuinely disappointed. "Maybe next time." She looked at her son. "Kevin, can you please wash these veggies? I'm going to go change before starting dinner."

As Paige walked past them, Josh's gaze followed her. Even though she was small and thin, her body looked fit and wiry. He watched the way her dress accentuated her frame, especially around her waist and her nice, tight ass. "You know," said Josh after Paige was out of an earshot, "there is someone that might be able to help you."

Kevin perked up. "Really? Who?"

Josh pulled out a pen and a small notepad. "I met him through my uncle. I don't know if he's in business, but it can't hurt to pay him a visit." He scribbled something, tore off a sheet and slid it towards Kevin.

Kevin looked at it suspiciously. "Skipper?"

Josh shrugged. "That's what everyone called him. Go see him and tell him about your situation. He might have something for you."

Kevin looked up at his friend, frowning. "Is it dangerous?"

"No. It's not dangerous." Josh smirked. "But it's not your typical kind of work either. It might be just what you need."

Kevin picked up the piece of paper, folded it and put it in his pocket. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate all of your help."

Josh nodded. "Alright. I really have to run. I'll check in on you soon." Reaching out, he clapped his friend on the shoulder and left.

Kevin sat alone in the kitchen, feeling a warm, hopeful sensation where the folded paper lay in his pocket. The possibility of having found work made him tingle with suspense. He guessed it probably wasn't the honest kind of work or else Josh wouldn't keep it from him until the end. "It has to be better than selling d**gs."

"Did you say something?" asked Paige walking into the kitchen.

"Uh! Just thinking out loud, mom."

She looked at him with concern in her eyes. "You've been so grim these past few days. You need to take it easy." Her lips spread into a big smile. "I know what will cheer you up. Pie!"

Kevin shook his head. "No way, mom. We can't afford it."

"Nonsense. I'm going to bake a pie for my son and nothing is going to stop me. Be a dear and run to the store to pick up some pie crust."

"Mom," Kevin began, pleading, "we can't spend that money."

"It's ten dollars, Kevin. It won't make any difference. We don't even have half of the sum, and I don't see how we'll come up with it by the end of the month. We might as well enjoy the moment and have some pie."

Kevin sighed. He felt too exhausted to argue. Reluctantly, he nodded. "I'll be back soon."

As he got off the bus, Kevin pulled out the paper and read over the address that Josh wrote on it. It wasn't far from here. He wondered whether this Skipper would actually be there. He walked down the street, and before he knew it, he was approaching a metal door that was half-hidden in an alley.

Kevin knocked. "I'm here to see Skipper," he announced nervously when the door opened.

A big, hefty man looked him up and down. "He's in his office," he grumbled, jerking a thumb behind him. "Down the hallway and to the right."

Kevin proceeded into the hallway and found the door on the right. He knocked again.

"It's open!" came a shout.

Kevin pushed the door and entered. It was a plain office inside - mostly empty, with a big wooden desk and a few chairs before it. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man with black hair that was slicked back. He was clean shaven and wore a white dress-shirt that was unbuttoned past his chest. His alert, brown eyes regarded Kevin with interest. "Who are you?" the man asked.

"I'm... from Josh," Kevin stammered. "Are you Skipper? I'm looking for work."

The man studied Kevin for a moment. "Josh? Hmm, I don't remember a Josh. No matter! I can't remember everyone's names. Come on in! Have a seat!" He gestured to a chair that stood directly in front of his desk. "Tell me what brings you here."

Kevin sat down and told him about his situation - that he needed money or else he and his mother would end up on the street. He talked about how his father built their house, and how he spent his c***dhood playing in the front yard. He talked about his father's death and the debt he left behind. He told him about the debt collectors and all of that. In the end, Kevin wondered if he had said too much.

The man's eyes shone as he listened quietly the whole time. He spoke only when Kevin finished: "I don't know how much your friend has told you about what I do, but I won't beat around the bush. I am a businessman, and I happen to be in the business of making pornographic videos. I make videos that cater to niche interests then I make money by selling them to a particular set of clientele. You said it yourself, the economy is in the dumpster and times are tough. In times like these, porn is great business. So, I may have something for you, but it will depend." He stopped and looked Kevin right in the eye.

Kevin couldn't hide his dismay. "Porn?" he managed to say out loud. He hadn't considered such a turn of events, but he didn't deny that his curiosity was tickled.

"Yes, porn. If you have a problem with that, you know the way out."

"No!" Kevin protested. "I don't have a problem with that." If he had to have sex with a few girls to make some money then it didn't seem like a big problem. He only hoped they would be decent looking.

Skipper leaned forward. "How big is your dick?"

"What?"

"I told you, I'm not going to beat around the bush. Straight to the business. How big is your dick?"

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe seven, seven and a half inches."

Skipper shook his head. "Sorry, I don't have anything for you."

"What?" Kevin was dismayed. Things were happening too fast. "Why?"

"I only work with dicks bigger than nine inches. Anything less than that doesn't sell."

"Nine inches?" asked Kevin with disappointment. He sat staring at the man behind the desk. "Don't you have anything for me? I will do anything. I need the money."

Skipper sighed. "Leave your name and number. If I happen to get a request for skinny guys with small dicks, I'll call you up."

Hurriedly, Kevin wrote his information on a sheet of paper and handed it to Skipper.

"How old are you?" asked Skipper looking over the paper.

"Twenty."

Skipper looked up at him. "And your mother."

Kevin looked puzzled. "Forty one."

"Does she look good for her age?"

Kevin shrugged. "I don't know... I suppose so." Then realization dawned on Kevin. "Oh, no! That's out of the question! She's not like that. She doesn't even know that I'm here."

"What's out of the question?" Skipper asked plainly.

"You want her to be in one of your videos."

Skipper smirked. "Maybe so, but not just her."

Kevin frowned. "I... don't understand."

Skipper nodded. "It's okay. I'll explain." He steepled his hands and began: "I have eighteen-year-old girls and well pampered milfs calling me up for work. I don't have a need for your forty-year-old mom. You dick isn't big enough, so I can't use you either. You said you need money. Well, there happens to be a way for you to make money. Good money. Really good money. Five grand."

Kevin swallowed. "Five thousand? That's a lot of money."

"It is," assured Skipper. "However, in order for me to pay you that much, I will need both, you and your mother." Skipper paused and let the silence hang before adding: "I will need to film you fucking her."

Kevin's eyes became the size of saucers. "What!?"

"You heard that right."

Kevin wore a horrified expression. "You want me to do what?"

"Look, k**. Do you need the money or no? If you do, then put your seven inch prick back where you came from. Do that and you get paid. It's as simple as that."

Kevin stared at him, wordless.

"Look at it this way," continued Skipper. "Hillbillies do it all the time."

"But that's i****t!" Kevin exclaimed. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. People have fetishes and they are willing to pay good money to have them satisfied. Rich people tend to pay even better. When I shoot a real i****t couple, I make a nice chunk of money. It's nothing personal, k**. It's just business."

"Isn't that i*****l?"

"What? Selling porn? Ah, you mean i****t. No, not exactly. Otherwise, all the hillbillies would have to be arrested." Skipper chuckled at his own jest. "Well, what do you say?"

Kevin stood up. "No way!"

Skipper sighed. "If I had a dollar every time I heard that. I'll tell you what... I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. You go ahead and take a few days to think about it, then get back to me."

"I don't need to think about it! I'm not going to do anything of the sorts with my mom." Kevin turned and headed for the door. "I'm sorry that I wasted your time."

"Good luck hunting for work out there," said Skipper, reclining back in his chair.

***

"Mmm, it smells delicious," complemented Kevin, walking into the kitchen.

"It will be ready soon," said Paige, looking over her shoulder. "Did you get the pie crust?"

Kevin lifted the grocery bag. "I sure did."

"Put it there." Paige indicated with a spatula.

"Should I set the table?"

"That would be wonderful, dear." Paige threw her son a smile and went back to cooking.

Kevin has been trying to put the encounter with Skipper out of his mind, but it just would not go away. He turned and looked at his mother. He noticed the way her small t-shirt and stretchy pants fit snugly over her slender frame, how her smooth calves flexed as she moved around the kitchen, and how her apron strings were tied just above her butt.

"By the way," Paige suddenly said, causing Kevin to wrench his eyes away from her backside. "Someone called for you."

"Who?"

"He didn't say his name."

"What did he want?"

"He asked if you were home. Then he asked if I was your mom and asked my name. He seemed very nice."

Kevin frowned. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him you'd be home soon." Paige looked back at her son. "Why? Who was he?"

Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. But if anyone calls again, I'm not home."

Paige studied him for a moment before returning to her cooking.

After dinner, Kevin and Paige enjoyed fresh baked pie. It was the most delicious thing Kevin had eaten in awhile. It almost did make his worries go away. Almost. Skipper's words seemed to come unbidden to his mind. "Five grand... I will need to film you fucking her."

"Kevin? Did you hear me, Kevin? Do you want to watch some TV before bed?"

"No thanks, mom. I'm just going to go to my room."

"Get a good night's sleep. You've been so sullen lately."

"Okay, mom. Good night."

Sleep wouldn't come though. "Five grand," he mused. "That could last us a while. It would give me enough time to find a job. Ah! What am I thinking? It's never going to happen. I could never do it with mom. I don't even want to think about what she would say to that. This is so fucked up." Eventually, he drifted into a fitful sleep.

He left the house early the next morning. He wanted to be out before his mother woke up. He spent the whole day visiting the same places: the job placement office, the local market, and the spot where people went to find odd jobs. He had no luck again. He wandered the streets thinking what it was going to be like living without a home. Towards late afternoon, he made his way back to their house. His mom wasn't home, and he found that unusual. He was starved, so he ate some of yesterday's leftovers. As he was washing up his plate, he heard the front door open.

Peeking his head around the corner, he saw his mom enter.

"You were out?" he called.

"Uh-huh."

"Where did you go?"

"Into the city."

"Oh!" Kevin detected a cold note. She didn't meet his eyes or smile at him, like she usually would. He watched her take off her coat and shoes, then walk past him towards the living room.

"Mom, is everything alright?"

She sat on the couch without answering him.

He wiped his hands on a towel and approached. "Where did you go?"

Paige didn't look at him as she said: "That same man called again today. I told him you weren't home. He said it was too bad because he had work for you. He asked me if I could come down and meet him, to ensure you'd get the work. He seemed nice enough, and I didn't want you to lose this chance, so I went." She looked up at Kevin. Her gaze was reluctant.

"Oh, God! What did he tell you?" Kevin panicked. "I only went to see him because Josh said he might be able to help me. I didn't know exactly what he did."

"It's okay, Kevin." Paige seemed to soften. "He told me about your conversation with him and how you reacted." She snorted a laugh. "I had the same reaction when he told me about his proposal. Actually, I got so flushed that I almost fainted. Then he told me the amount of money he'd pay." She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "It's funny now, but I couldn't stop thinking about how much money that is."

Kevin shifted uncomfortably.

"He said," Paige continued, "that he didn't realize how beautiful I was. He said that we could make more money if we agreed to do several videos. I almost forgot what it was he was asking me to do." Her face was expressionless with a vacant gaze.

Kevin looked away. "Well, it's not like we would ever do it. For any amount. Let's just forget about that. I'm sorry you had to find out."

Paige stood up and approached her son. She touched him lightly on the hand. "Don't beat yourself up, Kevin. We're going to find a way to make that payment. There's still time. You've taken so much on yourself after your father passed away. I just want you to know that I'm proud of you, no matter what."

He tried to smile. "Thanks, mom."

She smiled back at him then walked off, leaving him alone.

The next few days were all alike. Kevin visited the usual places, found no work and shuffled back home in a bad mood. It was late afternoon when he sat in the kitchen eating a hunk of bread. His mother was outside, working in her garden. He heard a knock on the door and went to open it.

Three mean looking men were at the door.

"Hello," said the smaller one of them, pushing past Kevin into the house. He glanced around then turned to face Kevin. "Do you have the money?"

Kevin shook his head.

"Who's there?" Paige called, walking in through the back door.

"Old friends!" exclaimed the man.

Paige went pale. "What are you doing here? It's not the end of the month yet."

"We thought we'd pay you an early visit and see if you have the money now."

Paige came up to stand by her son. "We're still working on it."

The man smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "That's a nice mom you have there, boy. If you don't pay up, we'll take the house and then we'll take your mom a few times."

The other two men laughed, their voices booming throughout the house.

Kevin didn't say anything. He wanted to defend his mom, but he wasn't exactly big nor strong, and he couldn't do much against the three of them. He wished they would just go away.

"Time is ticking," said the man as he headed for the door. "End of the month will come sooner than you think." He blew Paige a kiss, before walking out.

Paige ran up and slammed the door shut behind them. "Those pigs!" She turned the lock.

"Don't worry, mom." Kevin found his courage. "I won't let them touch you."

Paige looked at her son, concern written all over her face. She swallowed. "Come, Kevin. I'll make you something to eat."

***

Kevin found himself in Skipper's office once again.

"Did you have a change of mind?" Skipper grinned triumphantly.

Kevin ignored the question. "What if I do it with some other woman? You said you've got milfs. I'll play along and pretend to be her son."

"No deal. It has to be real. I can't sell fake shit. The people that I sell to only want the real deal."

"How would they even know?"

"Oh, they know. Trust me."

"There's gotta be another way."

"I don't run a charity and I'm not your friend. I'm a businessman. If you want to do business, bring your mother and we'll do business. By the way, you never told me she was so sexy."

Kevin tried to ignore him. "Why did you tell her everything?"

"Why not? I wanted to gauge her reaction. She took it better than I expected. The part about the money especially got her attention. I told her that there's more money to earn if she agrees to additional shoots."

Kevin shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

"My customers are going to love you. I just know it. A shy and proper mom that gives up her sexy little body to her son." He paused and looked Kevin up and down critically. "A skinny son, with no muscles, and only seven inches long."

"Seven and a half," defended Kevin absentmindedly.

"It'll do," Skipper waved a hand. "Luckily, your mom is small, so your dick will look big next to her."

"It's not going to happen!" Kevin raised his voice.

"You're here," Skipper pointed out simply. "We're halfway there."

Kevin sighed and leaned back in the chair.

"I'm not sure why you're playing the victim." Skipper folded his hands. "You get to fuck a sexy woman and make money in the process."

Kevin once again ignored his comments. He rubbed his eyes before saying: "Even if, and that's a big 'if', I agreed to it, she never would. You didn't see the look on her face when she came home."

"Leave that to me," Skipper interrupted. "I think I can talk some sense into her."

"Sense? Sense is to never talk to you again. She's never going to come back here."

"I'll come to your house."

Kevin stared at Skipper in disbelief. "No way!"

"I'll be there tomorrow at five. Make sure both of you are home."

Kevin was speechless.

***

Skipper arrived as promised, right on the fifth hour. Kevin was waiting for him at the door, anticipating his arrival.

"Your mom?" Skipper asked.

"She's out back. In the garden."

Skipper nodded, taking off his jacket. "Best I do all the talking." He wore that same white dress shirt, but at least it was buttoned up.

Kevin led him into the kitchen where Skipper sat at the table facing the backdoor.

"Mom!" Kevin called out. "Mom!"

Half a minute later, Paige walked into the house wiping her hands on a small rag. She had a look of disbelief when she noticed Skipper sitting in the kitchen. "Mr. Skipper," she said in the way of a formal, yet cold, greeting. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to drop by and have a chat. You see, your son is worried. Not only for the home that his father has built, but also for the well-being of his lovely mother. Those men that you owe money to, they don't joke around. They mean what they say."

"You told him?" Paige glared at her son.

"He didn't have anyone else to turn to," Skipper replied for Kevin.

"I know what you're trying to do!" snapped Paige. "You are trying to reason about this while we're down on our luck!"

Skipper spread his arms. "I have the money and you have what I want."

"It's i****t!" Paige scowled as if the word left a bad taste in her mouth. "It's disgusting."

"That's the wrong way to look at it, Paige. Look at it as a loving experience with your dear son. A one-time bonding that the both of you will cherish for the rest of your lives. It is going to be special, romantic and exciting."

"Sinful is more like it."

"Extraordinary and risque", countered Skipper.

Frowning, Paige looked at Kevin again. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Just as Kevin opened his mouth, Skipper cut him off: "Well, sure. He doesn't feel right about it, but he knows this is the only way to save the house and to protect you."

"I asked my son, not you!" Paige sounded frustrated.

"I'm only saying things that he told me."

Paige stared at Skipper for a few moments. "This is insane!" she exclaimed. "I'm not even going to consider having sex with my son." She threw them an angry look and stormed from the kitchen into her room.

Kevin sagged into a chair next to Skipper. "This was a bad idea."

Skipper looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "It's going better than you think. Believe me, I've talked more uptight women into doing weirder things. You just have to find the right angle." He stood up and smoothed back his hair. "Having you around clouds her judgement. I need to talk to her one on one. Give me five minutes with her." He walked down the hallway and knocked on her door. "Paige, I just want a few more words before I leave and take my money with me."

A few long moments later, Paige opened the door. "I'm done talking to you."

"Good, then just listen. Paige, you have a once-in-a-lifetime chance here. You can save your house, and you can save your son's life. What do you think is going to become of him once the both of you are out on the street? Have you thought about where you are going to live? Do you even know what it's like in the homeless shelter? The alcohol, the diseases, the d**gs. Do you want to see your son become a d**g addict?"

Paige paled visibly.

"Not only is this an opportunity to save your house but this is a chance for you to give your son your son's life back on track; to give him an opportunity you've never had. Using this money he can enroll into college and get an education. Think about it. Think about him! Your son is doing this for your family's sake. Are you willing to do the same for him?" He paused and let his words sink in. "Look, I know what must be going through your head. I'm willing to make this as easy on you as possible. This can be on your terms. No one will have to know. We can do it right here, in your house, where you are the most comfortable. What do you say?"

Paige dropped her gaze and remained silent.

"I will let you think about it, but don't take too long. The end of the month is coming up."

A few hours later, Paige gathered enough courage to get out of her room. She found Kevin in the living room, watching TV. As he heard her approach, he muted the volume and looked up at her.

"Mom..." Kevin began.

She cut him off. "Would you really go through with this?"

He looked away. "I just want to save the house."

"Our house and our lives," she said, agreeing. "I just... don't believe that this is the only way." She sat down next to him and didn't speak for a long moment. "I really want to save our house too, Kevin. I just don't think I can do this. Not with you."

Kevin nodded, his shoulders sagging.

"I didn't mean it like that." She sighed. "You've grown so big and handsome. You are the only person in the world that I care about. You are my son and I love you. But I'm your mom, Kevin. I don't see you like that. I hope you understand." She reached out a hand to him, but hesitated. Patting him gently on the shoulder, she walked out of the living room.

The next few days had passed as in a dream. Kevin wandered the gray, bleak city streets. A few more days and he would call these streets his home. He was hungry and apathetic, and he no longer had any hope. He found his way back home, hoping to fill his belly with some bread. Instead, he smelled something good cooking. The smell lifted his spirits.

"What are you cooking, mom?"

"Spaghetti with meatballs." Paige's voice was cheery.

"Meatballs?" asked Kevin incredulous. It's been awhile since they've ate meat.

"Yes," replied Paige. "I did some shopping."

"Shopping?" repeated Kevin.

"Hello, Kevin," came a voice from behind.

Kevin jerked his head to find Skipper standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"You?" Kevin frowned. He looked back at his mom, who seemed oblivious and absorbed in cooking. He suddenly noticed what she wore her nice evening dress underneath the apron. Dark blue, the dress shimmered in the light. He smelled perfume and noticed that she wore makeup - something he hasn't done in a long time.

"That's right," said Skipper noticing Kevin's gaze, and winked suggestively.

Kevin ate in silence, afraid to say anything lest his voice betray his emotions. He felt as if all of his feelings were thrown in a pot and stirred around. He was confused by this turn of events. Only a few days prior, his mom had told him that this cannot happen. Was he misunderstanding what all of this meant? Was he dreaming? He heard Skipper and his mom chatting the whole time, but he couldn't concentrate on a single sentence. He noticed how neatly his mother's hair was pulled back into a bun and pinned with a golden brooch. The saw how the smooth fabric of her dress hugged her body. He couldn't help but stare at the dark red lipstick covering her lips.

After dinner, Kevin took their dishes to the sink. When he returned, Skipper addressed him: "Kevin, I assume that you understand why I'm here."

Kevin swallowed and nodded.

"Have you changed your mind on this?"

Kevin glanced at his mom out of the corner of his eye then shook his head.

"Good. Before we begin, there is just one small detail. The contract. It's just a matter of fact to protect everyone legally." Skipper took out two sheets of paper out of his briefcase and handed them to Kevin and Paige. "It says that you are in sound mind and in agreement to what is about to happen. It also grants me the right to distribute the video. I can't disclose your actual identities, and in turn, you agree to never sue me. Blah, blah, blah, more legal speak. Look it over and sign at the bottom."

Paige skimmed it quickly, grabbed a pen and signed her name.

Reading the contract carefully, Kevin eventually signed it as well.

Smiling, Skipper collected the contracts. "Let's not waste anymore time and get right to it!"

Paige's body seemed rigid as she managed a tiny nod.

Skipper pushed back from the table. "I'll get my equipment ready. Your room or Kevin's?"

Paige swallowed. "Mine." Quietly, she stood up and led the way.

Inside her room, the curtains were shut and the bed was neatly made. The only light was the table lamp. Paige stood by the edge of her bed, her arms hanging feebly at her sides.

"Do you mind if we turn on more lights?" Skipper asked, examining the room. "It's too dark in here for the camera." He began flipping light switches. "I assume you'll want to do it on the bed. I'll start shooting from here, then come around from this side."

He picked up his video camera and motioned for Kevin to go over by his mother.

Reluctantly, Kevin approached and stood by her.

"Okay!" announced Skipper, looking through the camera's viewfinder. "Everything is good on my end. Looks like you are ready. No point in wasting time. I'm going to roll the camera on three." He held up his hand. "One! Two! Three!"

Mother and son stood side by side, facing the camera. Their likeness was unmistakable. The son had his mother's dark eyes, her small nose, her sharp jaw line. Their body types were also similar, though the son was taller. Both were thin and lean - the son having a lanky look to him, while his mother looked thin but sinewy.

After a moment of silence, Skipper suggested: "Paige, why don't you start with some introductions?"

Paige cleared her throat. "My name is Paige and I'm forty one." She motioned towards Kevin. "This is my son, Kevin. He's twenty years old."

"Is this your first time doing something like this?" Skipper asked.

Paige gave a small nod. "Yes, I've never been on camera before."

"I mean with your son."

"Oh, that! That is definitely a first." A small flush crept onto her face.

"How about you, Kevin?" Skipper continued. "Are you a virgin?"

Kevin shook his head. "N-no, I've had a girlfriend."

Paige looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "You and Lucy? I had no idea."

"How long ago was that?" asked Skipper.

"We broke up half a year ago."

"And you, Paige? When was your last time?"

Paige dropped her eyes. "Years ago. Before Kevin's father passed away."

Skipper winced. He didn't anticipate that answer, which risked spoiling everything. Quickly, he changed the subject: "Can you tell me a little about why you're here today?"

Paige hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "We need money."

"Is money the only reason you are doing this?"

"Yes!" Paige blurted out. "We'll lose the house if we don't come up with a payment by Saturday."

"That's a good cause," agreed Skipper. "Is there another reason? Are you curious what it might be like?"

Paige frowned. "No. I want this to be over with fast."

"Well, that's no fun," complained Skipper. "But mom always knows what's best. Let's get on with it then."

Paige looked suddenly aghast. "Where do we start?"

"Oh, I don't know." Skipper rolled his eyes. "How about taking off your clothes?"

Paige nervously looked up at Kevin, who stood like a statue by her side. She swallowed and looked back at the camera. Frowning, she reached up and undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Then she pulled on it slightly and it began to slide off. A moment later her plain, white bra came into view. She hesitated a moment when her dress hung on her hips and looked up at her son. He stood unmoving, looking straight ahead of him. Taking a deep breath, she yanked the dress and it dress slid down to the floor, exposing a pair of plain white panties.

Skipper looked up from the viewfinder. "I meant you should take off each other's clothes."

"Oh," let out Paige softly.

"At least, help your son get undressed," suggested Skipper.

Paige turned slowly towards Kevin. He followed her lead and turned to her. She reached up and tugged gently on his shirt. "Let's take this off first."

Obediently, Kevin raised his arms and let his mother pull his shirt up. He felt her soft bra material brush against his skin, as she pulled the shirt up over his head.

When his shirt was off, Paige folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of her bed. She glanced over at the camera before facing her son again. She looked down at his pants. They looked a size or two too big for him, and were fastened about his waist with a belt. She reached out but hesitated. She glanced up at Kevin, her eyes asking for permission, but he didn't meet her gaze. Gently she placed her hands on his belt and unfastened it. She undid the buttons and let the pants fall freely to the floor. Only wearing a pair of loose, checkered boxers, he looked even skinnier than ever.

They faced the camera. Only wearing their underwear, the mother and the son both looked pale. However, she had a slightly darker complexion, which made the son look rather pasty next to her.

"Excellent," said Skipper, inspecting the two of them with a critical eye. "Now, the underwear."

"I'll do it myself!" Kevin announced suddenly. He grabbed the sides of his boxers and yanked them off.

Involuntarily, Paige looked down. Skipper could see the surprise on her face. Her son's cock hovered between his legs, visibly filling out in erection.

"Looking good, Kevin," Skipper said encouragingly. "Be a good son and help your mom out."

"I can help myself!" blurted out Paige, following her son's lead. She quickly reached back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor exposing her, still perky, breasts. She paused for a moment, before she reached for her panties, and glanced sideways at her son. Taking a deep breath, she bent down and pulled her panties off.

"Wow!" Skipper uttered appreciatively. "Paige, you look great naked." He stared at her for a while, taking in her tiny, dark nipples and a neatly trimmed patch of jet-black hair at her crotch. "Can I ask what size are your tits?"

Paige hesitated. "I'm a 30C."

"They look very nice. Do you often trim down there?"

Paige blushed. "Well... not often."

Skipper brought the camera in for a close up. He swung around the back and got a shot of Paige's small, tight ass. "Wow, Paige! You are quite a babe. Kevin is lucky to have a mom like you."

"Gosh," said Paige. "I'm not sure what to do with such a compliment."

"Take it as it is."

"What now?"

"How about kissing each other?"

"No," Paige protested, suddenly serious. "No kissing."

"A blowjob?" suggested Skipper.

Paige shook her head. "No oral either."

Skipper raised one eyebrow. "Just sex then?"

Paige nodded solemnly.

"Okay then. Let's get on the bed."

Paige took a deep breath and turned towards her son. She glanced down and her eyes grew bigger. He was fully erect now, his cock pointing directly up at the ceiling. At its full seven and half inches it looked big in relation to Kevin's skinny body. It looked even bigger in relation to hers. She hesitated as she considered his size and what that meant to her. Setting her jaw, she got on the bed and lay down on her back, resting her head on the pillows.

Kevin stood at the side of the bed, rigid and seemingly unresponsive.

"What are you waiting for, Kevin?" asked Skipper.

Kevin appeared not to have heard.

"Kevin?" Paige called out softly. "Kevin, are you alright?"

Kevin seemed to come out of his daze. He swallowed, nodded and began climbing onto the bed. As he got on the bed, his eyes fell on her and he paused. She lay naked in front of him, her legs pressed together. Involuntarily, his eyes went to her crotch and the dark patch of hair that hid her special place underneath.

"Come here," Paige whispered, sensing his hesitation. She reached out a hand to him.

He scooted closer and noticed that she was looking at his cock. He paused. "Uh, I'm sorry," he grunted. His cock felt so hard it was throbbing. It took on a pink hue with all the blood that was rushing to it. Several blue veins were seen bulging along his shaft. His swollen tip was deep read and looked ready to burst out of his foreskin, as a big bead of precum was dripping out of it. At the same time, he felt both, very awkward and incredibly turned on.

"It's okay, Kevin," murmured Paige, trying to soothe him. "Put all thoughts out of your mind. Just let go and be in the moment."

He gave a small nod and she parted her legs inviting him in. For the first time in his conscious life, he saw his mother in all her glory. Below her dark patch of hair, she was completely bare and smooth. Her outer labia came together to form a perfectly shaped pussy. It began opening up slightly the more she opened her legs and he glimpsed the pink flesh inside. Any doubts that Kevin still nursed, had suddenly fled him. His cock controlled him now, and it wanted only one thing.

Paige watched as he got in between her legs, hunkering above her. She reached out, taking him by his elbows, and drew him down on top of her. She trembled ever so slightly as their bodies touched, pressing close together. She felt the warmth of him on her stomach, chest and thighs. Reaching around, she put her hands gently on his hips, and pulled him closer. His hips moved in and his cock nuzzled against the sensitive flesh of her labia. Her body quivered at the touch of him at her sex. They both remained still for an intimate moment, the tip of his cock resting lightly at her entry. Gathering her courage, she pulled him in again. His cock strained to enter, lurched upwards, and slid up along her slit. She trembled again then tried to regain her poise. "Let's try again," she whispered.

Taking a deep breath, Paige tried to relax and guided him into her again. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from gasping when she felt his cock push past her outer, then lower lips and enter inside of her. Her body tensed up. It's been a long time for her, and he was big. It was only the tip of him that was inside, yet she was already feeling stretched. The aching sensation was too familiar and too desirable to her liking. Despite her judgement, her body began to respond to the intimate contact. She concentrated on keeping control of her senses, while working him deeper in. "Gently," she murmured. "Nice... and slow."

His precum provided enough lubrication for him to make his way further into her. Less than half of his length was inside, yet she could take no more, not yet. She began pushing him away, causing his cock to slide back out of her, giving her some relief. Then she reversed the motion and pulled him back in, taking him further this time. With gentle pace, she rocked him back and forth, going deeper each time. It wasn't long before her breathing quickened and she felt herself getting moist.

Kevin couldn't quite fully comprehend the situation as he felt his cock slide into his mom's pussy. It was all too much for him, so he closed his eyes and put his face in the pillow. At first, he let his mom have full control as she pulled him in and pushed him out. Yet, little by little his ambition grew and he began taking the initiative by thrusting inside on his own accord. It felt so good inside - so tight, warm and wet. The sense of reality began slipping away from him. He no longer seemed to care that it was his own mother under him. He wanted nothing more than to get as deep into that pussy as he could. With a soft grunt, he shoved himself deep inside.

Her body shuddered as he filled her. Paige breathed raggedly through her nose, her lips pressed tightly together. She clutched at him, as if afraid to let go. She let him to do all the work now, as a muted mix of sobs and cries began escaping from somewhere deep in her chest.

Kevin was the hardest that he could ever remember being. By now, his cock was effortlessly sliding in and out of her. Yet, no matter how much he tried, he could not get his whole length inside. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he should slow down, pace himself, but his urge was greater. His only thought was to erupt in orgasmic ecstasy lest reality catch up to him. He could feel it coming. He knew he was close. He heard the wet, sloshing sounds his cock and her pussy were making. He heard the rapid slapping sounds his thighs made against hers. He knew he wouldn't last another moment. He let out a low groan as orgasm took him. By some instinct of habit, he pulled his cock out just as it began spurting. He pressed his shaft down on top of her as he shot a powerful load somewhere in between their bodies. He spewed again and again, ejaculating big loads onto her. All the while, she whimpered softly under him.

His enjoyment was short lived. As his orgazmic euphoria subsided, realization began dawning on him. A whole wave of unbidden thoughts poured into his head. He realized that he had just fucked his mom, relentlessly. It must have been no longer than a few minutes, but it was fierce and almost rough. It came so natural to him in the moment and felt so right, yet now his guilt was mounting.

Skipper swung the camera around and focused on their faces. "That was fast," he said in jest. The expressions on their faces made him regret the comment. He turned off the camera and took a few steps back. "I'll leave the money on the dresser," he said, "and show myself out."

Paige could feel the sticky mess between their bodies, and she was starting to smell it too. The scent of his cum was strong and sharp. Her mind reeled as she inhaled it. Her loins were still heated and expectant. She hadn't expected this to turn out like this. She hadn't anticipated herself to become this aroused. She found herself in sudden turmoil. How could she allow herself to lose control of her senses? The unwanted answer came to her - she hasn't been fucked like this in... ever.

Kevin was sitting up between her legs, dumbly staring at the bed cover. She noticed that his cock was still hard, glistening with her juices. "You should go too," she said softly, pushing herself up against the pillows. Without a word, he gathered up his clothes and shuffled out of her room. For a long moment, Paige sat naked, looking down at herself. Her son's sticky fluid was thickening on her belly, some of it sticking to her pubic hair. She stared in wonder at the sight, wondering how she could have allowed this to happen.

***

For most of next day, Kevin stayed in his room, save for a few quick trips to the bathroom. His thoughts and feelings were a chaotic mess. He wondered how his mom and him would go on living after last night. He felt so ashamed that he didn't think he could ever speak to her again. At the same time, the images of her naked body would not leave his mind. His cock was hard with the memory of how incredible it felt to be inside of her. Guilt over such thoughts made him angry with himself. To put it out of his mind, he tried to think of other things. He tried to remember Lucy - the only other girl he's had sex with. They lost their virginity together. They were both inexperienced and their sex was slow, careful and timid. Lucy was a fleshy girl with large, soft breasts. He reflected on how different his mother was. Older, smaller and not as busty as Lucy, yet she seemed much more sexually appealing. He had difficulty admitting it, but his mom's naked body was the best thing he'd ever seen. When he closed his eyes, he could remember the smell of her perfume, the feel of her skin, the sound of her soft whimperings.

Kevin slapped himself hard on a cheek. "What's wrong with me? It's mom!" He fell back on his bed and stared up into the ceiling, trying to think of what he should do next. He was hungry now and knew that there were leftovers in the fridge. Deciding that he couldn't hide in his room forever, he ventured out. In the kitchen, he quietly fixed himself a plate of food and sat down at the table to eat it. He felt better after he had eaten, so he decided not to return to his room but pick up a book and read a few chapters. He began secretly wishing that his mom would come out, so he could see her again.

He heard her before he saw her. The door to her room opened with a creak. He glanced down the hallway and saw her walking towards the bathroom, away from him. Looking at her backside, he noticed a strange wobble to the way she walked. A smirk formed on his lips as he wondered if it was because of last night. After she was done in the bathroom, she headed for the kitchen. She walked passed him without a word. He sat quietly, pretending to read, but instead watching her. She wore a loose summer dress that hid most of her body up from the knee. She got a glass of water and went back to her room, as if he wasn't even there.

The next few days, Paige had returned to her normal routine. She would spend most of the day in the garden, go shopping and cook meals. She even spoke to Kevin, like nothing was out of ordinary.

However, Kevin was having a difficult time. He was still trying to cope with himself, unsure of what to do about his new feelings and thoughts. He remained solemn and sulking, speaking only in reply and no more than necessary.

"Kevin," Paige addressed him on the morning of the last day of the month, "can you take the money and pay those guys before they come barging in here?"

Kevin only nodded in response.

She tried a smile. "Thank you. Is there anything special you want for dinner tonight?"

He shook his head.

"I was thinking of making lasagna."

He cleared his throat. "Lasagna is good."

As more days passed, life became a blur for Kevin. He didn't need to go out and look for work now, so he stayed home and brooded. His mind was a haze of muddled thoughts and visions. He didn't seem to remember how long ago it was since that fateful night. Sometimes it felt like yesterday. Other times he wondered if it was all a dream. His mom acted like nothing has happened, but he couldn't pretend. Seeing her and being around her was difficult for him. He wanted to speak to her about it; to work things out. Yet, he was afraid that speaking would betray his thoughts and emotions, causing him to say something stupid. He knew now that he would never again see her as just his mom.

Lost in such thoughts, he was startled as the phone rang out. He glanced outside where Paige was busying herself in the bushes. Warily, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, k**! It's Skipper. What's up?"

"Why are you calling here?"

"It's been awhile. I wanted to check in and see how things are going."

Kevin didn't respond.

After a long moment of silence Skipper said: "Listen, I understand what you're going through. I thought that maybe you would want to talk to someone. I'm going to be at that old, dingy cafe next to my office in an hour. Stop by if you want and let's catch up."

Kevin hung up and sat staring at the phone. Since that night, he hasn't spoken to anyone, besides a few words to his mom. He wanted to spill his soul to someone, to let it all out, to confide in a friend. But who would listen to his story? Who would understand? Skipper would, even though he wasn't his friend. He looked out of the window again, hoping to get a glimpse of her. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was somewhere amongst all those plants.

The bus took him downtown, then he walked a few blocks to the cafe. Skipper sat in a booth at the very back.

"Long time no see!" greeted Skipper as Kevin settled in across from him.

Kevin nodded in return.

"I hope things are going well."

"We made our payment," Kevin mumbled. "The fridge is full of food. Mom has been going out shopping almost every day."

"Women love to shop," granted Skipper.

"We have enough to make three more payments, but the rest is almost gone."

Skipper raised an eyebrow. "That was fast."

"We're not exactly good at budgeting." Kevin sighed. "I'll need to start looking for work soon."

"The economy didn't get any better," noted Skipper, taking a sip of his coffee. "How are things between you two?"

Kevin didn't answer right away, staring down at the table. "It's strange, to say the least." He shook his head. "It's not her, she has returned to being her old self. Like nothing ever happened. But for me, something has changed. I can't go on pretending like things are the same."

"Don't beat yourself up, k**. So, you enjoyed fucking your mom. Who wouldn't? I've seen a lot of women naked, and let me tell you, not many of them look as good as her."

Kevin looked up. "That's doesn't help."

"I know what you're going through," said Skipper. "You've got a crush on your mom. But it will pass."

"I do not!" Kevin said sharply.

Skipper chuckled. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Look, things might not be the same now. You'll might always remember how your dick was inside of her. But life goes on. You'll bang a few chicks, and you'll think less and less about her."

Kevin didn't reply.

"I have to tell you though," Skipper added after a pause. "Your video is making me a killing. My clients fucking love it. In fact, they love it so much they want to see more of the two of you."

Kevin's eyebrows raised. "Are you k**ding?"

"Not at all! Before you say anything else, let me just tell you that I'm prepared to pay double."

Kevin squinted at him. "Ten thousand?"

Skipper nodded.

"No way," Kevin said. "There's no way that I can go through that again."

"Come on, Kevin! Don't bullshit me! You were just telling me how you were crushing on her and how you were almost out of money. Here I am, offering to pay you really well."

Kevin opened his mouth but shut it without saying a word. After a long moment, he said: "She'll never agree to it this time."

"You leave that to me, k**."

Kevin looked at him and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Relax." Skipper leaned back and smiled. "I mean to speak with her and make her see the reason in this."

Kevin shook his head. "She'll never agree."

Skipper shrugged and sipped his coffee. "I have a way with words."

***

"It's Kevin. She just left to get groceries." Kevin hung up the phone and began pacing restlessly across the room. What was Skipper going to say to her? How would she react? Did they need money that badly? What if she agreed? What would that mean?

Paige walked up to the dairy section and looked over the cheeses. There were so many to choose from that she didn't know which one to buy. She was so overwhelmed that she didn't hear someone approach. Then all of a sudden, she was aware of someone standing next to her. She looked up. It was him. Panicking, she turned the other way.

"Paige?" she heard him say. "Is that you? What a surprise!"

She hesitated. Turning, she looked up gravely at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood and needed to pick up a few things."

Paige inspected his basket. "Whipped cream and duct tape?"

"I'm going to a party later," Skipper shrugged. "How are things? How's Kevin?"

"Everything is good," Paige replied coldly.

"Has Kevin enrolled into college for the upcoming semester? If he needs any help, I know the Dean..."

"Kevin isn't going to college," Paige cut him off.

Skipper feigned surprise. "Oh?"

"We can't afford it."

"What about that money?"

Paige dropped her eyes. "We've spent a lot of it already."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Skipper sympathetic. "I know that putting Kevin into college was a big reason why you agreed to it in the first place."

She looked up at him - sadness mixed with accusation in her eyes.

"Right now might not be the best time..." Skipper glanced around him to make sure no one else was in the aisle. "But I wanted to tell you that you and Kevin were a big hit. My clients loved you. I'm going to be honest. They want another video of the two of you." Before Paige had a chance to answer, he added: "I'm prepared to pay you double this time."

Words caught in Paige's mouth, as it opened slightly. She stared at Skipper for a long moment. "What?" she finally managed to ask.

"Think about what you could do with that money. You can pay off that loan and never worry about those men showing up at your door. Kevin can enroll in college this semester. He can get a proper education and become a doctor, an engineer, or a lawyer. Whatever he desires."

"What?" Paige repeated. "You want us to do it again? Things are just barely starting to return to normal, and you're asking us to go through it again?"

Skipper glanced around again. "It's your decision of course, but think about your son."

"Don't throw that at me!" Paige snapped.

Skipper put up his hand defensively. "Listen, I'm sorry. This might be none of my business, but this shouldn't be just your decision. I didn't want to say anything, but Kevin called me. He told me how difficult it's been for him. He opened up to me and told me that he's having some very confused thoughts and feelings. I'm not a ther****t, but it sounded pretty serious. I would talk to him if I were you. He's young and impressionable. I'm afraid to guess what he might be thinking."

Paige's expression turned to one of horror. She trembled visibly and her eyes went moist.

"I've already said too much," Skipper said. "All I ask is that you talk to Kevin and think about my proposal. Here, take my business card. Hope to hear from you soon."

Absent mindedly, Paige took his card and watched him depart.

A few minutes later, as Skipper was about to get into his car, he heard: "Wait!" He turned to see Paige hurrying towards him.

"I want to know more about what Kevin told you," she said. "Can we talk somewhere private?"

Skipper glanced at his watch. "I don't have much time, but we can speak in the car."

Paige looked over his black Cadillac with suspicion.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to k**nap you."

When they got inside, Paige asked: "What else did Kevin tell you?"

"He wasn't very talkative, and he seemed very depressed to me. He did mention that he's afraid things would never be the same between you."

Paige put a hand to her mouth. "I was afraid of that. Did he say anything about that night?"

"No, not directly."

"What do you mean?"

"Your son is a healthy young guy, and you are an attractive woman in her prime. You don't have to be a genius to see that he liked it. I'm guessing it was the best sex he's ever had. And now, he feels guilty about it because you're his mom. He's beating himself up, thinking that you're disappointed in him for getting you into this."

Paige shook her head. "I don't want him to think that."

"He's very confused. He mentioned that he's only been with one girl before - his ex-girlfriend. You're the second woman he's been with and he doesn't know how to take that."

"I'm still his mother, and he's still my c***d." Tears swelled in her eyes. "Nothing should have changed."

"Maybe not for you, but boys are very sensitive at this age." He plucked a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her. "You two are making it more difficult than it needs to be. You're not the first mother and son that I've worked with. They all kept their relationship, and some of them even improved it. You need to talk things out with him. Let him know what you think of that night. He thinks he made you suffer and feels terrible about it. Open up to him and be honest with him. If you enjoyed it then let him know, and it will soothe his mind. It will make him realize that what happened was okay."

"I should've talked to him sooner," she sobbed.

"It's not your fault."

"I don't know why you are doing this, but thank you."

"Eh, don't mention it. Come on, let me give you a lift home."

"No, thank you. I need a walk. I have a lot to think about."

***

"Kevin! Kevin, are you in your room? Can you please come out here?"

A minute later, Kevin shuffled into the living room. "What's up?"

"Please, sit down." Paige indicated at the couch. "It's past time that we've had a talk. A talk about us and what happened." She watched Kevin sit down while picking the right thing to say. "I have been selfish this past month. I only thought of myself, trying to cope with my feelings. I didn't consider how you must feel, or what you must think. However, I don't want you to think that I'm angry with you. I want you to know that I still love you. As a son. I still care deeply for you. I want only the best for you. I want you to have a good life. I want you to have a good job and start your own family." She paused and looked at him.

"I love you too mom," he croaked, choking back emotion.

Paige came up and sat by him, placing a hand on his forearm. "I was struggling to cope with guilt and regret, but I realized that there was no use. So, I accepted what happened and it helped me move on. If we dwell on the past, it will eat us up. What happened happened, and no one is to blame. We made a decision. We knew what we were doing. And we did it for a good reason."

Kevin nodded somberly.

"I want us to be normal again," Paige continued. "To be a mother and a son. We can't erase what happened between us, but we can change how we look at it. We can think of it as a fluke. Something we did but aren't proud of."

Kevin sighed. "I just feel like it's all my fault. I should have never went to Skipper in the first place. I didn't mean to get you involved. I feel like you were forced to do it."

"I wasn't forced. I made that decision on my own. Maybe it was a wrong decision..." Paige shook her head. "No! I can't think like that. It happened. There's no looking back and mulling on it to no end. We have to look forward. We kept the house and I can feed my son properly." She reached out and smoothed back Kevin's hair. "It's not like it was a totally bad time."

Kevin looked up, his eyes searching hers. "Really? You mean, you didn't hate it?"

"Not entirely," Paige replied, her cheeks flushing. "While we're on the subject, a word of advice for the future - you might want to slow down and pace yourself. Your next girlfriend will appreciate it."

Kevin snorted. "Sorry about that. I don't know what got into me."

"Testosterone." Paige allowed a smile. "You're a man. It's in your nature. Don't feel too bad about it. I just don't want the next girl to walk funny."

"I noticed," Kevin said sheepishly.

"You did?" exclaimed Paige. "How embarrassing!"

"Hey, it was my fault."

Paige covered her face in her palms. "I can't believe that my own son made me walk bow-legged for a day."

They both shared a brief laugh.

"I'm glad that we talked," Paige said. "It's strange, but it feels much better now that we can laugh about it. I hope things return to normal." She gave him a light squeeze on the forearm and stood up. Before turning to leave, she seemed to remember something. "You'll never believe this, but I ran into Skipper today."

"You did?" Kevin feigned surprise.

"Yes, and I'm actually glad that I did. He told me that you called him."

"What?" Kevin exclaimed. "He called me."

"What's important is that he made me realize that we needed to talk. Can you imagine? He had the nerve to propose that we do another video for him." Paige snorted a laugh. "Did he tell you about that too?"

Kevin dropped his eyes.

"The nerve on that guy," Paige continued. "He's offering ten thousand dollars!"

"That's a lot of money."

"Heck yes, it is!" Paige regarded her son for a moment. "What do you think about that?"

Kevin didn't answer right away, searching his mind. "We could pay off the loan completely," he finally said. "I mean, it would have been nice to pay it off."

Paige sighed. "You're always thinking about family first. You'll make a good husband one day. I agree, we need the money. But I'd never want to put you through that again."

"I'd do it again if I had to," Kevin said hurriedly. "If you didn't mind, of course."

Paige frowned, regarding him for a long moment, then turned to look out of the window. "As crazy as it sounds, I haven't entirely put it out of my mind."

Kevin perked up. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that we can solve our problems once and for all." She turned and faced her son. "But you have to promise me something first."

"Sure. Anything."

"You have to promise me that we'll use the money for you to go to college and get a degree." Kevin was about to speak, but Paige cut him off with: "That is the only way I'll agree to this, Kevin. I mean it."

Kevin swallowed. "But what about the house? What about paying off the loan?"

Paige sighed and sat down next to Kevin. "That is not important. What is important is that you have a life ahead of you. We can make our payments while you study. Once you have a degree and get a good job, we'll pay off the loan at last. I want the best for you Kevin. I want to give you this opportunity."

Kevin shook his head. "I don't want you doing this just because of me."

Paige touched him lightly on the shoulder. "Listen, Kevin. Of course, I'm doing this because of you. Everything I do, is because of you. What do you expect me to say? That I want to do it because it gets me off? You know that wouldn't be right. You are my son and I love you. But I don't see you in a sexual way. I just can't. I'm not wired like that."

"I understand," Kevin sighed and hung his head.

"Come on, Kevin. You sound so heartbroken. It doesn't have to be like this. We can still make it a positive experience."

Kevin looked up. "Huh?"

Paige smiled. "I'm your mother and I don't see you like that, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun with it. Even if it's a really strange kind of fun. It was really awkward for me the first time, and I imagine i'll be awkward again, but I'm sure we can improve that."

"How?"

"What if..." Paige paused, thinking. "What if, we think about it like going to a strip club together or something. It certainly would be awkward to go to a strip club with you, but it might be fun. I know that in reality it's much worse than that, but we've already crossed a certain line."

"That's an interesting way to think about it," agreed Kevin. "I mean, if it works for you than I'm all for it."

"This will be just a one-time weird thing that we'll do. Again. Just to get out of our situation."

"Just a one-time thing," affirmed Kevin. "We need the money."

Paige nodded and made herself smile. She stood up and said: "I better speak to Skipper before I have a change of heart."

A few hours later, Paige walked into Skipper's office.

The surprise on his face was obvious. "So, you made up your mind?"

Paige looked him in the eye. "We want double."

"Yes, of course. Ten thousand."

"No," Paige rebuffed. "We want double of that."

Skipper stared at Paige, his frown deepening. "Paige, my dear, I have to make a living somehow."

"Charge your clients more. I don't care. I'm sure you can figure it out. If you want us to do it again, we want twenty thousand." She turned to leave. "It's your decision now," she threw over her shoulder.

"Hold on a minute," Skipper called out. "Have seat, let's talk about it."

Paige turned. "I'm fine standing. I don't intend to be here for long."

Skipper rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "For that much money, you'll have to work a little harder. Not like the last time. It was too short. I'll need some foreplay and some different positions."

"No kissing and no oral," Paige said firmly. "I won't do it."

"Paige, you are killing me."

"Those are my terms. Only sex."

Skipper pondered silently for a long moment, but finally nodded. "Okay. You have a deal."

Several days later, Paige and Kevin arrived at the location provided by Skipper. It was a small, white, single-storey building.

Skipper greeted them. "I'm so happy to welcome you to my studio." He led them into a brightly lit room. The room had no windows and was mostly empty, save for a bed in the middle and video recording equipment s**ttered about. Skipper gestured towards a big camera that stood on a tripod near the foot of the bed. "I've been itching to try out my new camera."

Paige glanced cautiously around the room.

"Don't worry," said Skipper, noticing. "No one is around and these walls are soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want and nobody will hear a peep."

"Ha! Funny," said Paige, mocking.

Skipper handed them each a contract. "Like before, you have to sign this."

"What's this extra stuff here?" asked Kevin, looking over the contract. "Cowgirl? Doggystyle?"

"Those are sex positions, Kevin, that you agree to perform in this video," explained Skipper. "You have to work a little extra for that much money."

"Anal?" exclaimed Paige, dubiously staring at the contract. "You can't be serious! You never said anything about this."

Skipper shrugged. "You said no kissing or oral. Only sex. I had to get creative. Anal is technically sex. You're not going to back out on our deal because of this, are you?"

"Anal?" Paige fumed. "I've only ever tried it a few times, and that was a really long time ago. I distinctly remember it not being a very pleasant experience." Her face suddenly flushed as she looked over at Kevin. "Sorry, Kev. Didn't mean to disclose so much in front of you."

"It's okay," Kevin mumbled.

"Paige, Paige. Anal is not actually that difficult," said Skipper, trying to comfort her. "In this industry, it's been reduced down to a formula. There are a few well-known tricks that make it a breeze, even for first timers."

"I don't know what kind of tricks you are talking about, but have you seen the size of him?" Paige jerked a thumb at Kevin. "There is no way that thing is fitting back there."

"I've seen bigger things fit in smaller places." Skipper beamed merrily. "You just have to be ready for it, relax, and use plenty of lube. I'll tell you what... at least, try it. If it hurts, we'll stop."

Paige grunted and turned her attention back to the contract. "Cumshot swallow?" She fixed Skipper with a scrutinizing look.

Skipper raised a hand defensively. "It's not oral if you don't put it in your mouth. If he shoots right in, it doesn't even have to touch your lips."

Paige shut her eyes and frowned. "Give me that pen!" She scribbled her signature. "Let's get on with it!"

"Yes, of course," said Skipper with a smirk. "Before we begin, I imagine you'll want to freshen up and... prepare for what's to come. There's a bathroom down the hallway. You'll find anything that you might need in the cabinets under the sink."

Paige gave Skipper an annoyed look and walked out of the room.

When Paige was out of earshot, Skipper turned to Kevin. "Did you do as I instructed?"

Kevin nodded.

"You jerked off twice a day?"

Another nod.

"Every day?"

"Yes!" Kevin sounded agitated.

"I just want to make sure you're not going to blow your load in a couple of minutes," Skipper said. "I'm paying big money for this."

"I did as you told me," assured Kevin.

"Good. Just remember that we have to go through all the positions. If you feel like you're going to blow, let me know and we'll take a break."

When Paige returned, Skipper was fiddling with the camera. Kevin stood by the side of the bed, glancing around the room. She came up to her son and looked him in the eye: "How are you?"

"Okay. A bit nervous."

"I'm nervous too." Paige admitted. "Awkward but fun, right?"

Kevin nodded.

"It'll be over before we know it." Paige took a deep breath. "Just remember to go easy this time."

"Everything is ready on my end," Skipper reported. "Are you two ready?"

"Yes," replied Paige. She faced the camera, with Kevin at her side.

"Action!" Skipper called out. "Today, we have Paige and Kevin with us again. They are a mother and a son, who came back to make another video. Paige, do you mind saying a few words for our..."

"Can we just get started?" Paige cut him off. Not waiting for a response, she grabbed the hem of her thin sweater and pulled it over her head. Underneath she wore nothing but a black, lacy bra. She tossed the sweater to the floor and began unbuttoning her jeans.

"What's the hurry?" asked Skipper. "What about setting the mood? Let Kevin take your clothes off."

"I'm already in the mood," said Paige. She looked over at Kevin, who stood motionless. "What are you waiting for, Kev?" She pulled off her jeans and kicked them away. Her panties were a matching, black lace thong. Methodically, she reached back to unclasp her bra.

"Whoa, okay!" Skipper yelped. "Slow down! You're taking all the excitement out of this. At least, let Kevin do that for you."

Paige hesitated. She glanced at Kevin again. He had taken off his shirt and was unzipping his jeans. She watched his jeans drop to the floor and, for a moment, her eyes rested on the front of his boxes. She let out the breath that she was holding. "Okay," she said reluctantly and turned her back to her son.

Kevin moved towards her. From the back, wearing nothing but a suggestive lingerie, she hardly looked like his mother. He looked at her ass. Her thin thong string did nothing to cover her round, firm buttcheeks. He felt his cock stir and begin to fill out at the sight. He brought his attention back up and reached out with nervous hands. Her skin felt warm as he slid his fingers under the strap. He pulled on it and unfastened the clasp. Her bra hung by the strings on her shoulders.

Paige turned around. "Thank you." Watching his eyes, she let the bra fall to the floor.

"Very nice!" encouraged Skipper. He held a photo camera in his hand as he stepped towards them. "Let me get a few shots of you together. Can you get close for a hug?"

"I thought we were only filming," Paige said, confused.

"I want to get a few pictures. It's not a problem, is it?"

Paige was hoping things would move faster, but it seemed like Skipper was determined on stalling. Fighting with him would only prolong things. They've come too far to back out now. Sighing, she obliged and stepped closer to her son. She looked at him, wavering for a moment, then slipped her arms around his skinny body. She kept a distance between their bodies, being careful not to press her tits against him.

"Good!" exclaimed Skipper as he snapped a few stills. "Now, would you mind getting on the bed and posing together for me?"

Paige fumed silently but got on the bed. Sitting down, legs folded under, she propped herself up with one arm.

"Kevin, I want you to get on the bed and hug her from behind."

Kevin took a moment to avoid tripping over his jeans, which were down at his ankles. Wearing only a pair boxers, he walked around to the other side of the bed, and got behind Paige. Carefully, he curled his arm around the front of her. His forearm brushed lightly against her nipples as he moved it lower to hold her under her breasts.

"Give me a nice, big smile," said Skipper, his camera snapping away. "What a nice family photo! Let's take another one. Would you mind kissing for me?"

Paige frowned. "I told you no kissing."

Skipper made a pouty face. "Just a peck. Barely a kiss. For the camera."

Paige considered for a moment. "Only if it's just a peck."

"Just a peck on the lips," confirmed Skipper. "Face each other on your knees. Like that, yes. Now, lean in and kiss."

Almost shyly, the mother and son followed instructions. Paige closed her eyes and puckered her lips. A moment later she felt Kevin's warm lips press against hers. Their noses rubbed against one another as they held the pose, doing the bare minimum.

"Good, good," chattered Skipper. "Maybe now you want to get a little tongue in there?"

Paige broke the kiss. "No."

Skipper smirked. "Fine. Fine." He walked back to the video camera, looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the angle. He put the photo camera down and picked up a second hand-held video camera. "Let's move on then. Looks like Kevin is ready."

Paige looked down and noticed the bulge that had formed at the front of his boxers.

"Sorry," Kevin apologized, his face turning red.

"It's okay," said Paige, touching him on the arm. "It's perfectly normal. Don't feel bad about this."

Kevin forced a smile.

She patted the bed next to her. "Go ahead and lie down."

Nodding, Kevin lay down flat on his back.

"Why don't we take these off first?" She indicated to his boxers. Gently, she reached out and opened up the waistband, letting his cock spring out. For a brief moment, she gazed at it, noticing how his enlarged tip strained against the foreskin. She caught herself wanting to reach out and pull that foreskin back, releasing his aroused cockhead from its confines. Instead, she pulled his boxers all the way off and tossed them behind her. She looked up at him. He lay completely naked, staring up at the ceiling.

"My turn," she whispered. Watching his eyes, she hooked her thumbs through her thong strings and pulled them slowly down. She saw his eyes flick downwards, just as her pussy mound came into view. She had groomed herself, removing all but a long, thin strip of hair. By the look in his eyes she gathered that he liked what he saw. The air nipped at her sensitive flesh, as she took her panties off. Turning towards the camera, she asked: "What's first on the list? Cowgirl?"

Skipper only nodded, concentrating on the camera angle.

Looking back at her son, Paige threw one leg over him and sat on top of his thighs. Her opening pussy was mere inches away from his hard, throbbing cock. Its shaft was long and pale, lined with purple veins. His swollen tip looked like it was going to burst out of the foreskin. A big drop of precum had formed at the very crown. She stared down at her son's rock solid member for a lengthy moment, wrestling with her determination. Was it too late to walk away from this? Was this all just for money? Was she actually looking forward to it? She took a deep breath and whispered: "Here we go." Carefully, she reached down and grasped him. It was hot to the touch as her fingers tried to reach around his girth. She gave it a firm squeeze and, with a downward stroke, pulled his foreskin all the way down. His deep-red, bulbous head was so impressive that she felt her body begin to respond. Raising herself up, she moved closer over his cock. She let out a sigh as his tip brushed against her labia. Spreading her legs wider, she guided him inside. Just the tip, she felt it begin to pry her open. Surprising herself, she found that she was already wet and ready for him. She let go of his shaft and put her hands on his chest. Closing her eyes, she pushed her hips further down. Inch by inch, she felt him fill her out. She stopped, pulled up a little and inhaled. On the exhale, she tried to relax and moved her hips down, taking more of him in. Moving her ass up and down, she began loosening up, as her son's cock made its way deeper inside. She could feel how wet she was as her pussy engulfed his cock, lubricating and aiding its advance. "Ah," a small moan escaped her lips. Her eyes snapped open. She couldn't allow herself to get carried away.

Skipper's camera was zoomed in on the action, right where Paige's pussy was tightly stretched out over Kevin's cock. Her perfect little ass maneuvered skillfully, attempting to fit all of him inside. Each time she pulled up, his cock came out covered in her juices. Skipper did not expect this prudent mother to be so willingly mounting her son. He almost didn't want to speak up, but he had positions to film. "This is great," he said. "Really amazing stuff, but we still have ground to cover. It's time to switch to the next position."

Paige stopped immediately. Her breathing was off-beat and she felt perspiration on her brow. Nodding, she prepared to dismount.

Skipper looked through the viewfinder on the zoomed in image. He watcher her pussy gradually ride up along the shaft. At the very top, she seemed to pause for a few moments, holding just the tip between her labia. She seemed to quiver when the bulbous cockhead finally popped out of her pink insides. Sliding off to one side, she lay there, trying to regain her composure.

It was time for Kevin to be on top. Per Skipper's instructions, Kevin rose up and got between her legs.

"Put your legs on his shoulders," added Skipper.

Paige frowned but complied. With Kevin's help she managed to put one leg on his shoulder, then the other. She couldn't help but notice how hard Kevin's cock was. His swollen cockhead looked even bigger than before. She hoisted her other leg up on her son's shoulder and watched him point his cock at her entry. She bit her lip as he drove into her.

"Easy," she whispered between ragged breaths, as Kevin began thrusting. She caught herself wanting him to go faster, to give it to her harder. She closed her eyes and tried to restrain her moans.

Kevin watched his mom's tits jiggle vigorously as he fucked her. Then he watched his cock plunge in and out off her pussy effortlessly. He had completely forgotten her advice about going slow, but he felt confident he would last longer this time. He wanted to make sure that she got as much pleasure out of it as he did. He looked at her face - her eyes were closed as she was biting her lip. He took it as a sign of encouragement, and sped up his thrusts.

"Easy there, boy!" he heard Skipper's voice from behind. "I think that's enough of that position. Let's switch."

Reluctantly, Kevin slowed down and pulled out of her. He lowered her legs one by one and sat knelt to the side. He could see that her reddened outer labia was undeniably swollen. It made him wish he was fucking her again.

"Lie on your side, Paige," instructed Skipper. "Kevin, get behind her, like you're spooning. Raise her leg and hold it up. Yes, just like that."

Kevin lay on his side, spooning his mom. He held her leg with one hand, while trying to find her opening with the other. The angle proved a challenge, so his mom came to the rescue. She scooped him up between her legs and navigated him in. Kevin couldn't see her much in this position, but he could feel her firm her ass pressed against him. He looked over her shoulder and saw that they were facing the big camera. Squinting, he hid his face behind her and began moving his hips, driving his cock in and out of her.

Skipper zoomed in the camera to the point where Paige's pussy was filling the entire screen. Its labia was spread open such that it looked as if her son's cock was splitting her apart. Her inner lips were enlarged and wrapped around his shaft, as they moved back and forth in motion with his thrusts. Her entire crotch reddened and moist.

The camera zoomed out to show the couple in their full glory. Little could be seen of the son, except his legs and cock. The mother had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Her head was bobbing to the rhythm of their intercourse. The only sounds that could be heard was the slap of the mother's ass against her son.

"Okay, that's good. We still have a few more. Doggystyle is next," announced Skipper. He watched Kevin's cock slide slowly out of her pussy and rest against her leg for a few moments, leaving a slimy trail.

It took Kevin some effort to push himself up. He sat patiently next to his mom.

Paige didn't move for long moments, almost like she didn't hear or notice anything. She lay there on her side, her eyes closed, breathing heavily. Then finally, she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Silently, she waited for her son.

Kevin took the cue when she assumed the position. He got directly behind her, his eyes glued to her ass. It looked to be of a perfect shape. Like a magnet, he felt being pulled back inside of her. He aligned his cock with where he assumed her pussy would be and thrust out. He missed, so he tried again, unsuccessfully.

Without saying a word, Paige reached out, grasped him and guided him in. She was so well lubricated by now that he slid in with little effort. She felt herself getting fatigued from all the action, so much so that she no longer seemed to care that it was her son inside her.

Kevin paused and enjoyed the feeling of his mother's cunt holding him in a tight grip. He felt her begin to rock gently under him, as if urging him on. He put one hand on her buttcheek and gave it a playful squeeze. It felt smooth and firm in his grasp. Not wasting any more time, he began pumping at her. Gently at first, speeding up steadily. He heard her breathing quicken to match his pace. She began meeting his thrusts, pushing her ass back into him. He put both of his palms on her buttcheeks and spread them lightly. Looking down, he saw her small butthole. It seemed to be winking at him invitingly.

Skipper appeared at his side, which made Kevin feel uncomfortable at once.

"There it is," said Skipper, angling his hand-held camera to get a view of Paige's asshole. "Let's get her ready. Start probing it with your fingers," he instructed. "Massage it. Get it used to something touching it. Then start digging your finger inside. Little by little. Here, use plenty of lube. It will help. Just don't rush it. Once you get one finger in there, try to work another one in. Assholes are very flexible, they are just temperamental."

Kevin's eyes were glued to his mom's anus. He's often wondered what anal sex might feel like. And now, he could barely wait to find out.

"Paige," Skipper continued, "you should try your best to relax your ass. Breathe deep and think of something pleasant."

She didn't answer, but spread her legs further apart.

Kevin slid a thumb down and placed it lightly over her puckered hole. He kept it there for a few moments, seeing how his mother would react. She didn't seem to care. He began kneading it, slowly spreading it this way and that.

"Use more lube," said Skipper and squeezed more lube right into her crack.

"Hey!" Paige exclaimed, clenching her ass as the cold fluid ran down her skin.

"It'll make things easier," explained Skipper and backed away.

Kevin rubbed the lube onto his fingers and over her anus. He felt her relaxing again. Using his index finger, he began probing the opening. It didn't yield at first. He went back to massaging it, then tried to stick the tip of his finger in. He put some force into it and felt the tip of his finger slide in. He just held it there as he continued pumping her from behind. Just barely, but his finger began sliding in and out of her ass, each time going in a little deeper. He was up to his second joint inside of her, when he decided to try and add another finger. His middle finger began rubbing the rim of her anus, looking for a way inside. It was more difficult than he thought. Her asshole was tightly wrapped over his one finger. He began wiggling it around to create some space. Little by little, his second finger was making its way in.

Kevin noticed that he wasn't pumping her anymore, concentrating on fingering her ass. Instead, she was rocking back into him, doing all the work. Two of his fingers were inside of her now, much thanks to the lube. Her ass seemed to be clutching at his fingers, and yet he kept working them. Sliding them in and out, he tried to spread them apart to make her opening wider. He could smell the aroma of lube and anus, and it seemed so very arousing to him.

"Okay, that looks good," announced Skipper. "I think it's time to try your cock."

Kevin nodded and pulled out of her pussy. He kept his fingers inside of her ass, though, as if afraid that it might close forever.

"I know you are well lubed," said Skipper. "But more can never hurt." He squeezed more lube onto Paige's ass.

Paige turned her head to look back behind her. What a strange sight she saw - a camera pointed at her, and her son lubing up his hard cock behind her, keeping two of his fingers inside her ass. She wanted to laugh hysterically, realizing how unreal this all seemed. It didn't help that his probing of her ass tickled her to no end.

"Go very slow," she warned, looking at her son's cock. "Very easy."

Kevin nodded and prepared to enter her anus.

"Get down on your elbows, Paige," Skipper instructed. "Stick up your ass and relax."

"Easy for you to say," Paige grumbled. "If it starts to hurt, we stop."

"Yes, yes," Skipper agreed. "Of course. We're just going to try."

Paige took a deep breath and lowered herself to her elbows. Putting her head on the pillow, she spread her legs a bit further and tried to relax even more.

Slowly, Kevin pulled his fingers out. As soon as he did, her anus closed shut. Quickly, he brought his cock down and pressed his tip to her dark rim. He pushed with his hips.

Paige's eyes grew wide as she felt the rising pressure on her anus. Where before, his fingers felt ticklish at best and uncomfortable at worst, this was entirely different. It felt like a ram was trying to enter her from behind. She bit down on her lip, to keep from crying out.

"Spread her ass with your hands," she heard Skipper say. She was amazed to feel something thick and slimy begin to slide into her anus. She let out a small groan as the tip of his cock made its way inside. The pressure on her anus eased, but was replaced with an odd feeling. It wasn't painful, but it felt out of place. His cock was slowly sliding deeper and deeper inside.

"Easy," Paige purred a reminder. She wondered how deep he would go, how far she could take him. Surely that whole thing could not fit inside of her. And yet, it didn't seem to stop its advance. Her lips were pressed tightly and she realized she was tensing. She took a deep breath and tried to relax again. Finally, she felt him stop. Her ass felt stuffed, and yet there was something satisfying about it. They spent a few long moments, neither of them willing to move.

Kevin stared down at the sight of his cock buried deep in his mother's little ass. He was afraid that he was hurting her, and yet, he felt a powerful urge to pump away at her. He pulled his hips slightly back and noticed how tight her anus held his shaft. If it wasn't for the lube, he guessed they might be stuck like that. Nevertheless, his cock began to glide slowly out. He watched with intense curiosity, but any fears he might have had were put to rest. He paused about halfway out and pushed back inside of her.

"Oof!" Paige quietly let out.

Kevin began to softly pump at her.

"Reach around, down to her clit and rub it," instructed Skipper, his camera floating near by.

Kevin complied. He didn't really know what or how he should be rubbing it, so he cupped her mound with his palm and massaged it back and forth.

Despite herself, Paige began whimpering softly. The feeling of a cock in her ass while her clit was stimulated sent her senses into overload. She felt light-headed and was losing control. Such sexual pleasure was beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She felt her body begin to quiver, and she wondered how much longer she could take this. Strangely enough, she actually wanted to find out.

Paige almost didn't realize what was happening to her, it had been so long. She felt tingling up and down her anus and her pussy. The sensation spread all the way down her legs and up her spine. A ball of tension was building somewhere deep in her belly, like she was going down a rollercoaster. Her clit was the center of bliss while it was getting furiously rubbed. She almost forgot that there was something going in and out of her ass. Almost. She felt her heart begin to pound in her ears. She shut her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. It felt like something exploded inside of her and shot electrical currents across her entire body. She cried out into the pillow as her body jerked involuntarily. She clenched her ass hard and her legs shook. She clutched tight at the sheets and let herself go.

Kevin and Skipper both watched her wreathe in ecstasy. They heard her muffled cries, as orgasm washed over her body. She squirmed under him as he held her by the hips, his cock inside of her ass. He felt how her entire anal canal trembled around his shaft. The fact that he caused his mother to orgasm, made him even more aroused. With renewed energy, blood flooded into his cock. He felt like he would cum at any moment.

Paige's orgasm finally began to settle and she sagged onto the bed. She was becoming aware of her surroundings once again.

"I'm about to cum," she heard Kevin say.

"Good," said Skipper. "Let me swing around to get a good view of the cumshot. Paige, how are you doing?"

She lifted her head and gave a ragged sigh. "Fine." She felt her son's cock begin to slide out of her ass. She seemed to both spurn and welcome the feeling. When he pulled out of her, she suddenly felt exhausted.

"It's almost over," Skipper tried to encourage. "Kevin is ready to cum. Are you ready for the cumshot?"

She gave a small, tired nod. Her eyes were half closed and her head spun.

"Great! Okay, sit up."

Slowly, she complied. She saw Kevin standing above her, sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks. His his manhood was before her, in all of its glory. Nevermind that it was just in her ass, she wanted to reward him. Smiling, she looked up at him. "You did great, Kev."

He smiled back in response.

"Are you ready?" she asked her son.

He nodded.

Her eyes dropped to his cock. She reached out for it and pulled him closer. She moved her face up to it and hesitated. It was oily to the touch and smelled like lube with a hint of fragrance.

"Go ahead," she murmured and began stroking him. "Let it go."

Kevin watched his mom's hand move up and down his shaft. His oversexed tip was mere inches from her face. He thought that he could feel the heat of her breath on it.

"Relax," Paige went on. "Release."

Kevin groaned. "Here I come!"

"Quick!" urged Skipper. "Make sure he shoots inside your mouth."

Paige felt her son's cock expand in her hand. Leaning in, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She heard him grunt as he began ejaculating. He shot his first, huge load across her chin, into her mouth, and into her throat. She didn't have time to swallow as he released again and again. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were glazed over and he was breathing heavily. His spunk seemed to fill her entire mouth. She could never have guessed that there could be so much of it. She could taste its saltiness on her tongue. She looked back down, and gave his cock a squeeze, forcing a few drops fall to the floor.

"Magnificent!" Skipper broke the moment. "Paige make sure to swallow it all."

Paige glanced over at him. He was at the viewfinder of the main camera. She felt in the spotlight. She was performing. Closing her mouth, she tilted her head back. She didn't mind the taste of it, but its texture was stringy and not easy to swallow. It took her several tries to get all of it down. She used the back of her hand to wipe the rest off of her lips and chin.

"That's it," she said plainly.

Skipper grinned at her merrily. He pulled out an envelope and laid it on the bed. "Twenty thousand, as we agreed. I hope it was worth it."

Sighing she looked at her son - his cock was beginning to deflate. "I hope so too."

The End.