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 Title: Mom Will Do Anything!  Ch.  01
Summary: Desperate mother agrees to a porn shoot; with her son.
Keywords: inc,fic
   I pulled into the drive way and frowned when I didn't see mom's car. 
That meant she'd picked up another shift at the lounge.  When mom had
mentioned she might have a chance to work tonight I'd pleaded with her not
to.  She had worked the last three nights, six to midnight, in addition to
her regular job at the salon.  Three straight days of sixteen hours on her
feet and this morning she looked like she was ready to fall asleep at the
table.
   I thought about driving down there and telling her to come home, but it
was nine and she had already been there three hours and would be pissed at
me.
   It was for the better anyway, the one time I stopped in I had to put up
with the sight of several assholes in suits who thought they were something
watching my mother walk away in that mini skirt and stiletto heels and
heard them say she was hot for a woman her age and wondered how big of a
tip it would take to get her to come home with them.
   I'd headed over there to tell the guy to go fuck himself and slap the
smirk off his face, but mom had spotted me and come over.  She'd given me a
quick kiss on the cheek which earned a remark of "Oh, guess she likes them
young" from one of the creeps.
   Seeing the look on my face, mom told me to leave and not come see her
there; nothing good could come of it.  She assured me she couldn't care
less what guys like that said and hell would freeze over before she would
so much as look at one of them, let alone give them anything.
   I sat in the car disgusted with how things were going right now.  My
father was rolling in his grave at the fact my mother had gone back to
waitressing, a job he had asked her to quit when they got married twenty
three years ago.
   She had pointed out she made great tips and it was a decent job, but he
hated to see women ogled like they were pieces of meat and mom caved for
him, She'd gone to school to cut hair which didn't make as much money, but
she enjoyed it and dad made plenty so money was never a big deal.
   Now six months after his death, money meant everything and mom was back
to parading around in an outfit that made her look like a hooker and being
hit on by scum.  Speaking of money and working, I shut the car off and
winced as even that small movement caused pain in my arm.
   My best friend Billy's father worked as a contractor and knowing our
situation had offered me a hundred dollars to help him clear the rubble out
of a basement after my shift at Wal-mart and I had gladly taken him up on
it.
   But after an eight am class, a noon to six shift stocking shelves and
three hours of chucking broken chunks of cement into a dumpster, my entire
body ached and I was dying for a hot shower and bed.  But the five twenties
in my pocket made it worth it.
   I could put it on the overdue cable bill and keep it on for us for
another month anyway.  I could live without it, as could mom, but Katie and
Sarah were twelve and would go into withdrawal without TV, and I did need
the net for school.
   I forced myself to get out of the car and winced at the stiffness in my
back.  I closed the door and looked at the for sale sign in the window of
the 2007 Mazda 626 Mom and Dad had bought me for graduation.
   I reached back into the car and removed the sign so mom wouldn't see it.
So far I hadn't gotten any bites on it, but I was hopeful.  The car was
seven years old, but barely had forty thousand miles on it and I was hoping
for three thousand for it which was a damn good price.
   Mom would kill me once I sold it, but Billy said he would sell me his
beat up old Toyota for six hundred and the rest of the money could go
towards the badly past due mortgage.
   On that note, I removed my phone from my pocket and turned it on.  I had
shut it off at work and seeing I was going to be working tossing rocks
around had left it off and in the pocket of my jacket, which I had left I
the car.
   I was disappointed to see no missed calls about the car, but noticed a
text from mom telling me what I had guessed; she was working.  My eyes
widened and my stomach knotted when I saw the rest of it, "The credit union
called and I am going there before the club, I'll talk to you when I get
home."
   I put the phone back in my pocket and walked slowly towards the house.
Since dad had passed and we had found out his company's new "cheaper"
medical plan had left thousands of dollars of treatments uncovered and the
collection agency had put a lien on the house.
   Not that, that meant a whole lot seeing as we were now four mortgage
payments behind and the bank itself would come before them, but it created
a huge issue with mom borrowing money.
   Dad had been out of work for months as he battled liver cancer and
although his company did keep up his benefits and even kept him on payroll
for the first three months; all that time had consumed their savings.
   Mom had barely worked during that time and even things like groceries
had been coming out of the bank.  After dad had passed, the life insurance
that came in covered his funeral, but the remainder couldn't even put a
dent in the debt mom was now in.
   Dad had a 401k that contained over fifty thousand dollars and was
supposed to be released to mom after dad's passing, but the company now had
new owners and their new policy was we had to wait a year.
   That money would have been enough to get mom out of hock with the
hospital and pay the mortgage so there would be equity left in the house if
she needed anything else, like my tuition, which she was stressing about
far more than she needed to be, but there was no way we could wait another
six months for that money.
   None of the banks would help, but Mom had been referred to a credit
agency that supposedly would let her borrow against the pension money due
to come to her end of the year.  This was our last resort and we both knew
it.
   If it fell through, we would be forced to let the house go into
foreclosure with any money from the bank sale going to them and the
hospital.  We would be forced to live on just Mom's two jobs and my thirty
hours a week.
   I had offered to quit school and work full time for Billy's dad who said
he could get me a solid forty hours at a decent wage and into the union,
but mom said all she and my father had wanted was for their kids to do what
they never did and that was get an education.
   Dad had lucked out, getting in with a company that let him work his way
up to a good desk job, but he had worked twice as hard to get there and mom
cut hair and waitressed, honest work, but long hours and nothing glamorous,
they wanted better for me and the twins.
   I had just reached the door when it opened from within and Sarah threw
herself into my arms, "Ryan!  I missed you; you said you would be home
tonight!"
   "Yeah!" Katie said from behind her, "You promised you would help us beat
the new Sonic!"
   "I know, I know, bad big brother!" I kissed Sarah on the forehead and
leaned over to hug Katie, "Tomorrow, I swear."
   "How about now?" They asked in unison.
   "In stereo as usual." I laughed, "But that's better than you starting,"
I flicked Sarah's pony tail, "and you finishing," I pinched Katie's cheek,
"Now that is lame."
   "Well, we are twins!" Katie declared, crossing her arms over her Care
Bear night shirt.
   "No?  really?" I got down on my knees despite the protest in them, and
made a show of looking back and forth between the two girls.
   Identical twins, my sister's resembled my mother to the T; the same
thick dark brown hair, big brown eyes and fair, delicate features.  My
father, who like myself, was blonde with blue eyes, tanned easily and had a
strong jaw to go with his rugged features, would always joke they weren't
his.
   "Well I guess you sort of look alike, you know, kind of ugly, but
there's only room for one good looking kid in the family."
   "Hey we look like mom and she's beautiful!" Sarah said indignantly.
   "That she is and so are you two" I gave them both a hug, trying to keep
a smile on my face as they eagerly embraced me, things hadn't been easy for
them and sometimes they still struggled with the fact that dad was gone. 
"For a pair of pygmies anyway."
   "Now stop teasing, Ryan, you were a pretty goofy looking kid yourself
back in the day."
   I looked up to see Mrs.  Williams, our long time next door neighbor and
the neighborhood baby sitter for as long as even mom could remember. 
Coming out into the hallway, with her sweater over her arm.
   "He's still goofy." The girls spoke at the same time again and burst out
giggling.
   "Yup, I'm a big goof, but a goof willing to read you some Harry Potter
before bed if you go brush your teeth and don't complain about going to
bed."
   "But its..."
   "Nine on a school night." I stood up, "Mom's rules, girls, not mine so
don't bother complaining."
   "But I want to see mom." Sarah said, "We've only seen her in the morning
and a few minutes after dinner all week!"
   "Yeah, I miss mom!" Katie began to look genuinely upset.
   "Mom has to work, girls," Mrs.  Williams chimed in "So you girls can
have nice things and your games and..."
   "I don't want nice things, I want mom" Sarah said, then twisted the
knife, "I miss daddy too, but it's not so bad when Mom's around."
   "What about me?" I asked, "What am I, nothing?"
   "You're not mommy or daddy." Sarah sulked, "You're our brother, its
different, you miss daddy too!"
   "I do." I nodded, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice, "And if he
were here he would tell you little brats to go to bed.  Now scoot and I'll
come in, in a few minutes and read." I winked, "So see you will be in bed
at nine, but not sleeping right?"
   "Hey, yeah!" Katie laughed, "Cool!"
   She grabbed Sarah's hand and after stopping to give Mrs.  Williams a
kiss, ran off through the living room and down the hall to their room.
   "You look tired, Ryan" she frowned at me, adding more wrinkles to her
face, "Long day?"
   "They all are, but not as long as Mom's, she shouldn't have worked
tonight."
   "In a perfect world, no, but in your situation...?" she shrugged, "She
is doing what she feels is right."
   "The girls need her."
   "They do, but your mother needs things too Ryan and one of them is time
to grieve and she hasn't had it yet so she works her ass off and keeps
dodging things."
   "I guess, well speaking of working," I removed the money from my pocket,
"You stayed three extra hours," I peeled off a twenty and handed it to her,
"Here you go."
   "Nope," She put her hands behind her back, "Bad enough your mother
insists on paying me at all, I am not going to take extra."
   "Please?  I feel..."
   "Ryan, your mom is and your dad was, a good friend to me.  I wish I
could help your mother, but I don't have much more than I need so the least
I can do is give you guys some of my time."
   "Okay." I put the money down, "I appreciate it."
   "I know you do." She smiled, then turned serious, "Your mother got a
call from the guy from the credit union and rushed out, you hear from her?"
   "No.  I'm trying to decide if that is good or bad news."
   "Well I don't think she would tell you either over the phone so try not
to worry."
   "Yeah, right." I laughed.
   "I'll see you tomorrow night," she said, as she walked past, "Ryan?"
   "Yes?"
   "Have your mother stop into the girls room tonight, even if it's to just
wake them up and kiss them good night, they've had a rough couple of nights
they think she is not going to come back one of these nights."
   "I will."
   "You're a good man, Ryan." She touched my cheek, "You've grown up a lot
the last few months, your mom is proud of you and I know your dad is too."
   "I...I try."
   "You're succeeding, your mother tells me all the time how you're trying
to take care of her and how much closer the two of you have gotten, it's
good that you're close to her right now, she needs it."
   "Yeah well I don't feel like I'm doing much of anything." I said glumly.
   "You are, Ryan, just being by her side through this is doing plenty. 
Your mother needs a man to lean on and you're the man in her life right
now, at least until she decides she's ready to move on."
   "I...I don't like that idea." I said softly."But I have mentioned it to
her."
   "Neither does she, right now, but someday she will.  She's only forty
three, too young to be alone, and far too pretty and sweet.  When she's
ready you need to let that happen, Ryan.  You can't make trouble for her."
   "I don't want to; I just want her to be with someone who will be as good
to her as dad."
   "And there are good men out there.  There's one right in front of me."
   "Well I'm not that kind of man for her."
   "Of course not!  But you will make sure the next guy is.  Have a good
night."
   "You too."
   I closed the door behind her and after looking longingly at the couch
decided to head right in to the girls.  If I sat down I would not get back
up.  I thought about Mrs.
   Williams words and frowned.  I guess it was a part of life-and
death-that mom would move on and find someone else, but who would be as
good to her as my father was?  And how would they be to the girls?  I was
twenty and wouldn't be an issue, but my sisters were young and...
   "One thing at a time." I said out loud as dad always had when he was
trying to figure things out.  "Today is the day we have to get through,
tomorrow is another day."
   I nodded as I could hear dad speaking in my mind.  Today we had to worry
about where the hell we were going to be living in a few months.  We didn't
even have money to move which was why I was trying to sell my car, it would
be enough to get us in somewhere and...
   "Hey, Ryan!" Sarah called from down the hall "Come read to us!"
   "Yeah," Katie chimed in "And do those bad accents you did last time,
they're really funny!"
   "Why of course my young ladies in waiting!" I called down the hallway in
a shitty attempt at a British accent, "Your dashing big brother is on his
way!"
   I couldn't help but smile as I followed the sound of their laughter down
the hallway, but when I saw the family portrait that was taken last
Christmas right before dad got sick, I was struck by a wave of sadness and
recalled what mom had said many times in the last couple of months, "This
house is the only home this family has known, it's a part of our family, it
is our family."
   Taking a deep breath and wiping a tear from my eye I stared at Mom in
the picture in her favorite red dress and agreed with her.  As I once again
headed towards my giggling sisters tucked away in their beds, one thought
ran through my mind, we had to save this house.
   Chapter Two
   I sat up on the couch at the sound of a car door slamming and saw the
time on the cable box read five past one.  I heard mom's heels on the path
that led from the side of the house to the front door and shook my head,
hoping to shake the cobwebs from my exhausted mind.
   I'd read to the girls for an hour, giving them the thrill of staying up
until ten and pinky swearing them to secrecy that I let them.
   After that I'd taken a long hot shower during which I recalled how high
the gas bill was, but as if rebelling turned the water even hotter.  I
tossed on a pair of sweat pants and a Patriots t-shirt and went down to
zone in front of the couch so I would catch mom when she came home.
   Up less than a minute and my stomach began to turn at what news she
would have.  The fact she rushed to work at the club most likely was my
answer that no help was coming, but I suppose I could hope.
   The door opened and mom came in and the question about the bank was
shoved aside and I exclaimed, "Mom, what the hell are you wearing?"
   "Nice to see you too, honey." Mom rolled her eyes as she tossed her
sweater onto the chair near the door and approached the couch.
   Mario's, where mom worked, was a so called gentlemen's club that was a
full out strip club on one side, but the other was more of a cocktail and
cigar lounge where the waitresses dressed skimpy, but were dressed.  The
lounge was for the type of guy whose wife would kill them if they went to a
strip club; but still wanted to see some pretty women.
   Mom's outfit normally consisted of a black skirt that if I called it a
mini would be doing it a favor, the thing barely went past her ass, along
with fishnet stockings and a pair of heels I couldn't believe she could
walk in.  But as revealing as the bottom was the top usually consisted of
either a white button up blouse that would be open to a low cut sleeveless
shirt beneath it.
   Tonight however, mom was dressed as a slutty schoolgirl.  The micro
skirt was plaid, the stockings white, and there was a loosely knotted tie
around her neck.  What really caught me by surprise was underneath her
white shirt which was unbuttoned, was a black mesh shirt that showed all of
her breasts except for her nipples which were covered with round black
patches of material.
   "Jesus, Mom!" I shook my head as she all but fell into the corner of the
couch opposite me, "That's...that is way too much!"
   "More like not enough," she kicked off the black shoes she was wearing.
They were heels, but adorned with the silver buckles of school girls shoes.
"I..." she looked down and quickly closed her shirt and buttoned it at the
middle, "I'm sorry, Ryan I should have covered up before I came in,
I...figured you would be in bed and..."
   "I always wait up for you." I reminded her.
   "You do, don't you." She smiled and I noted the deep red lipstick along
with the heavy mascara and blush giving her a slutty appearance that pissed
me off.  To think mom had to do this for us, "You're a good man Ryan, and a
hell of a son.
   The shirt mostly buttoned she continued to look at it, "But you're right
you do wait for me and I should know that, I guess I'm just...a little..."
   "Run down and exhausted." I finished, "Christ, mom, why did you work
tonight?"
   "Why do you think?" she asked, "Same reason you're taking anyone's shift
that doesn't show up at Wal-mart." She pointed her long red nail at me
"Even one you cut a class for, you better never do that again, Ryan or I'll
tell your boss you quit."
   "We need the money and it was only one class and I have an A in the bag
and..."
   "I don't care!" Mom snapped, "School comes first, you got that?"
   "Yes, mom." There was no winning this one.
   "What would dad say?"
   "I don't know." I pointed at her, "I think he would still be yelling at
you for that outfit."
   "Well," Mom grinned, "Depends where I was wearing it."
   "Out in public would not be his idea of it."
   "True." She lifted her long legs and stretched them out, wiggling her
toes in the white stockings, "It really is ridiculous, not like I look like
I'm eighteen."
   "Mom, really, why are you wearing that?  Tell me you don't have to dress
this...bad, every night."
   "No, well..." she shrugged, "One of the girls that works a room on the
other side called out and I got her shift, but they dress in different
costumes."
   "You were in the strip club?"
   "One of the private rooms, don't worry, the waitresses stay dressed,
they have to or the strippers would lose tips and be pissed, but it pays a
hundred a night plus the tips and I made over two hundred in..."
   "I don't care, mom, you look like...you look like some milf in a bad
porno!"
   "I guess I do." She said nodding, "But thanks for the compliment." She
touched the skirt, "You're right though, something out of a Malcolm Stone
special." She laughed, "The desperate milf waitress."
   "Don't talk about that piece of shit."
   "Watch your mouth, Ryan." She warned me.
   "Not with him I won't.  Guys a scum bag, dad always hated him and so do
I because I know why."
   "You're father told you about him?" her already large brown eyes
widened.
   "Yes." I said, and continued to talk so I wouldn't think about it, "And
not only that, but that piece of crap has more money than he knows what to
do with and showed up at the funeral not even offering to help you."
   "Would you want me to take it?" She asked.
   "If he offered?  Yes." I shrugged, "May as well be good for something."
   "He's good for a lot, just nothing good." She smirked.  "But anyway they
are not sure if the girl is coming back and I might stay working there."
   "Mom, that's..."
   "An extra five hundred a week at least." She pointed out.  "If we could
catch up, I would be making enough between both jobs and what you make to
get by here without things being too tight."
   "Not worth it, those guys are bigger pigs than where you work now."
   "So?"
   "So, its not right you're there."
   "There's nothing right about the last few months, Ryan, why should this
be different?" She said quietly, "Look, at least I didn't take the offer to
work topless."
   Seeing the look on my face, she raised her hand.
   "I mean it, Ryan I won't, I swear.  Not just because of how degrading it
would be, but what if someone saw me and...that would be hard on you..."
   "And the girls."
   "They're too young, but I said no." she paused, then added, "Unless they
wanted to front me ten thousand, then..."
   "Mom!"
   "Okay, okay." She grinned, "Besides, who wants to see a pair of forty
three year old boobs when all these twenty year olds are running around, as
it is I'm surprised they look at me at all."
   "You're a gorgeous woman, mom." I told her, meaning it.  "Dad always
told you that and he wasn't kidding." I laughed, "You know how much
bullshit I still hear from friends about my cougar mother?"
   "Knock it off," she waved her hand, but was smiling, her trademark huge
heartfelt smile, that always made everyone around her do the same.
   "Seriously." I gave an exaggerated sigh, "You know the kids in my class
vote for Milf of the year, you won last year.  I have guys asking if they
can sleep over all the time."
   As mom continued to smile and shake her head, I took another look at her
and this time more as a man than a son.  I hadn't been kidding, a lot of my
friends, and especially Billy had been ogling my mother since they knew
what they were looking at and I couldn't blame them.  Mom was tall and her
legs were well shaped and as my dad would say, "went on forever".
   Although she wasn't big in the chest department, she knew how to dress
and found ways to show them off without being trashy.  Her big brown eyes
and full lips gave her a little bit of an exotic appearance and she'd
always worn her long curly brown hair down.  When seeing her in tight jeans
and an occasional clingy skirt, it was easy to see why my friends raved
about her ass.
   For the most part I accepted the teasing as a compliment to her and
never got upset, even when one night when we were drinking, Billy not only
confessed he had been stroking it to my mother since middle school, but
that his father had once made a comment my mother was the hottest woman his
age he had ever met.
   Looking at the sleazy outfit she was in I found myself imagining the
look on Billy, or any of my other friend's faces if they saw her in it.
   That caused my thoughts to turn serious.  The thing I hated most about
her working there was it was inevitable someone was going to see here
there, someone we knew well and she would hear a lot of shit.  Maybe not
from people who knew the situation, but others who would just think it was
something to see my mother dressing like a slut.  Something had to happen
to get her out of there, but what?
   "Hmm, any of them have money?" She cut into my thoughts, and gave her
long brown hair a toss, "Maybe we could work something out."
   "Nah, they're broke jokes, like me."
   "Screw it then.  This sucks, because older guys at my age?  Jeez they'd
be taking me to bingo for a night out."
   "What about one your age," I once again dared to bring up the topic she
always got upset about, and I wasn't thrilled with either, but that was
selfish on my end, I had to think of her.  "You know mom, dad said he
wanted you to..."
   "I know what he said!" she snapped, "And when I feel like I'm ready I'll
think about it.  Right now all I'm worried about is keeping this house and
you in school.  Getting laid isn't important."
   "But having a guy around would be good for you for..."
   "I have a guy around," she reached across the couch and touched my
cheek, "And he's a good looking young man who takes good care of me!"
   "And he's your son and I...you know I was talking about other things."
   "I have batteries for that." She said, "And they're easy to turn on and
better yet, I can turn them off whenever I want."
   "Thanks for that." I told her.
   "Hey, what can I tell you?" she laughed, "I never said I didn't have
urges, just don't need a guy right now." She stopped, then slumped into the
corner of the couch, "Sorry, Ryan, I shouldn't talk about things like that
with you.  I guess lately I really have been seeing you not just as a son,
but as an adult and..." she reached over and took my hand, "A friend,
you've been my rock, kiddo, and I appreciate it."
   "Then promise you'll keep your clothes on." I grinned.
":Okay, no topless milf of the year."
Mom crossed her legs and reaching down rubbed her foot, "Damn," she
said, "My feet are sore," she sighed longingly.  "Those shoes..."
   "Would you like me to rub...I guess so!" I laughed when mom quickly
turned on the couch so her back was against the arm and placed her feet in
my lap.
   "Well...I knew you were going to ask." Mom said, "That's why...ohhhh"
   Mom released a long sigh of pleasure as I cupped her right foot in my
hand and rubbed my fingers into the bottom of her toes.  She slid further
down into the couch and as she did her skirt rose up higher and I noticed
the white stockings were thigh highs and caught a glimpse of white lace
between her thighs.  Quickly averting my eyes, I said,
   "Hey, mom, can you fix your skirt?"
   "Oh, shit." She cheeks flushed, "I'm sorry honey," she grabbed a throw
pillow from the top of the couch and shoved it between her legs, "This damn
skirt is really short, I can't imagine going out like this."
   "My friend's could." I winked, "Cougar."
   "Brown noser." She winked back, "But damn you have some nice hands."
   Mom closed her eyes and for the next few minutes the only sounds in the
room were her soft purrs as I rubbed her heels and the soles of her feet.
   I remembered my father doing this for her every night after she came
home from the salon, and on Friday nights when the girls always slept over
grandma's I knew more than that happened on the couch.  That I had
discovered by coming home early one night when a date fell through.
   I'd come through the back door quietly in case they were in bed, but
when I saw the living room light on had headed in, only to be confronted
with the sight of my mother, still dressed, but with her skirt up and
blouse wide open, riding my father on the couch.
   I had quickly left the room, but the scene had stuck with me.  Not in a
sexual way, but in the way that I found it endearing that my parents, after
over twenty years together and three kids, still enjoyed each other in
every way.
   Now sitting here rubbing her feet, I wondered if she enjoyed it for the
comfort of her sore feet or was it a connection to my father?  Not him, but
a familiar act and from the closest thing remaining to her of my dad, me.
   "Tell you what, honey." Mom said, her eyes still closed, "You do this
for a girlfriend and she will be hooked.  Your dad raised you right when it
came to taking care of women."
   "You did to." I reminded her.  "What did you say?  You ever mistreat a
girl; I'll cut the damn thing off myself?"
   "I might have said that once." She sighed as I worked her left heel a
little more and swinging her legs from my lap, stretched and yawned.
   "Thank you, honey, but I think it's time for us both to go to bed,
another long day tomorrow."
   "Oh!" I reached into my sweat pants and removed the rolled up twenties.
"Bill's dad had some work for me today and I made a hundred bucks!"
   "Oh, honey, you already work too much." She pushed my hand away, "Keep
it."
   "We can put it on the cable bill.  I tried to give Mrs.  Williams
twenty, but she said no."
   "She's sweet, been very good to us over the years." She took the money
and with a grin, stuffed it in her shirt, "Just like work.  Well, good..."
   "What happened at the bank, mom?" I asked, before she could get up.
   "The bank." She looked away from me, "Figures you'd remember that."
   "I did and I guess I know the answer."
   "Yeah, you do." She turned on the couch to face me.  "They turned me
down."
   "I thought you said they had some kind of bridge loan thing and you were
going to borrow against dad's pension and..."
   "They said that's too risky, sometimes the companies fold overnight, the
people who invest the money do something stupid and lose it and no one ever
sees it."
   "The house?" I asked hopefully.
   "They won't lend against the house, not with a close to thirty grand
lean on it.  Besides, we're almost four payments behind and they saw that,
shit, Ryan, we need six thousand just to catch up.  Everything we make
covers food, gas, insurance, the utilities and the couple of hundred a
month I pay on the medical bills."
   Mom took a deep breath and whispered, "We're going to have to move Ryan;
my only choice is bankruptcy and start over."
   "The girls will be..."
   "I know." She nodded, "Believe me, I know.  Not just them but I...I
won't have next year's tuition for you."
   "Don't worry about me, I can take a year off and work full time." I
shrugged, "Rent will be cheaper, we'll be out from the bills and..." I
snapped my fingers, "We will get dad's money so in six months we'll have
that and we'll be fine, I could go back to school or you could keep the
money for you and I'll finish at CCRI and pay one course at a time."
   "No.  I...I can't lose this house, honey and you have to stay in
school."
   "You just said we have no options."
   "True, but tell me Ryan, where's the three grand or so we would need to
move?  First month, security, movers." She looked around, "Then again we
would be going smaller and I'd be selling a lot of things."
   "No!" I pointed at her, "All this stuff you and dad bought together,
I...I've been trying to sell my car.  I know you won't want me to, but..."
   "I know."
   "You..."
   "Yes, I went by your work and saw the sign." She grinned, "I used my key
to open it and changed the four to a seven on your phone number, that's why
no one has called."
   "You..."
   "You're not selling your car, bought it for you, so if you don't want me
selling our belongings..."
   "Mom something has to give, I mean we're ...we're kind of desperate I
guess."
   "We are, aren't we?" she said, an odd look on her face.
   "I'd say so," I waved my hand disgustedly, "I can't imagine telling the
girls, but if you want me to I will, and I'll help them pack so you don't
have..."
   "Don't say anything yet." Mom said, "We have one more chance, but...well
it's desperate."
   "What is it?" I asked, "Can I help?"
   "No, I think this one will be all me, honey."
   "What is it?" I asked again, "Another bank?"
   "I think you'd be better off not knowing."
   "You can't do that to me, mom.  You said once dad passed I was the man
of the house and we were going to figure it all out together."
   Mom stared at me in silence and I could see her wavering on whether or
not to say anything.  I stayed quiet, not wanting to fight with her unless
I had to and finally she nodded as if agreeing with herself and putting her
hand over mine, said,
   "Ryan, I'm going to go see Uncle Malcolm tomorrow."
   Chapter Three
   "Uncle Malcolm?" I repeated, numbly.
   "Yes." Mom began, "I know what he is, but he's, Christ, Ryan, he has to
be making seven figures at this point, you said yourself he's got more
money than..."
   "Are you crazy?" I blurted, "What the fuck, mom?"
   "Hey!  Don't speak to me like that!" She raised her voice angrily.
   "Then don't talk like that, shit, dad would rather see you stripping
than talking to that piece of garbage!"
   "Yeah, well Dad's not here is he?" She tapped her chest, "I am and it's
up to me to save this house and your school and..."
   "Screw that!" I wouldn't back down, not when that asshole was involved,
"I'd rather live in the street and just get a job with Billy's dad.  I know
why dad couldn't stand him, mom.  The guy offered dad money to fuck you,
he's a disgusting piece of shit and I'll be damned if I'll let you go see
him."
   "I'm the parent here, Ryan, and I'll decide..."
   "I swear to God, mom I will go there before you and beat the piss out of
him.  No way are you dealing with him!"
   "You don't get the choice Ryan, because I already called him from the
club tonight.  I'm going to his office tomorrow after the salon."
   "His office?  Well I guess you should stay dressed like you are now
then, that's all he's ever thought of you, you're just a piece of meat he
wants to fuck, like every other woman is."
   "Ryan, you drop one more f-bomb to me and I'll slap you." She warned,
"You want to be treated like an adult?  Then act like one, a respectful
one."
   "Okay." I forced myself to calm down, "I'm sorry about swearing, but
mom, he's...he's a sleazebag, dad hadn't talked to him in five years
neither have we.  I...it made me sick just seeing him at the funeral and I
was glad he didn't try to talk to us."
   "Look, Ryan, your uncle is a pervert, hell, he owns an adult film
company and has his own website, everything is sex with him, it always has
been, but you said yourself you would take his money."
   "If he was a decent human being and offered." I pointed out, "I don't
want you going to ask him."
   "Why?"
   "Because he's...he's him." I said, "He'll want you to beg and
he'll...mom he might say yes, but he's going to want you to...you know."
   "Fuck me?" Mom asked.
   "Oh, you can swear?" I rolled my eyes, "But yeah, the sleaze offered dad
before, why wouldn't he again?"
   "If that's what it takes, maybe I will." She said, her eyes averted from
mine.
   "What?  Mom, you better get some sleep, because I can't believe you
would even say that."
   "Ryan, if he'll hand me twenty fine thousand dollars to save the family
as we know it, I'll do it."
   "Bullshit you will!  You think dad would...okay," I caught myself and
went in another direction, "What about me?  You know how horrible I would
feel?"
   "But you'd feel that way in this house and in a good school.  Ryan,
there's a chance he will just lend me the money and that's what I am going
to ask for.  We pay him back in six months.  If it turns into a sleazy game
then I'll see how it goes, but if it comes down to it, I will, but the
money isn't a loan, he's buying me."
   "Like a whore?"
   "Like a woman doing what she has to."
   "Mom, you...I want to go with you."
   "No."
   "Why?" I grunted, "I know why, because you know it's going to come to
that and you know I'll knock his damn teeth out."
   "Ryan, he might do the right thing."
   "Please, he only does right for himself."
   "Malcolm...has a sense of what's right in a way, or at least a sense of
family."
   "Really?" I laughed disgustedly, "So, "Hey Robert, I'll give you ten
grand to fuck Vicky, fifteen if she'll take it in the ass, twenty if I can
film it and cum in her mouth."
   I smiled at the shocked look on mom's face, "Yeah, dad told me word for
word what that scum said, know why?  Because he wanted me to know what
filth he was and he told me..."
   It was my turn to look away, but in my case so she couldn't see the
tears forming my eyes, "Dad told me to keep you away from him, no matter
what.  I told him I would."
   I forced myself to meet her gaze.  "I promised dad I would take care of
you, mom.  I can't let you talk to him, at least not alone."
   "Ryan..." Mom squeezed my hand, "Thank you.  Thank you for wanting to
take care of me, but I want to take care of you and Katie and Sarah.  Want
to see me out of the club?  I get twenty five grand I won't go back, it
will be enough to get us through the six months."
   "Rather see you there than in his bed.  Sick bastard would want to tape
it I'll bet."
   "Like I said he might just..."
   "Do you really believe that?" I raised my eyebrows.
   Mom leaned back onto the couch, "It's one thirty and we should be
sleeping.  I shouldn't have said anything, but seeing you know and aren't
going to drop this, let me ask you something.  Did your dad ever tell you
about Malcolm?  How he got where he is?"
   "No and I don't care."
   "Well along the way, he did try to help your father, in his way.  So let
me tell you."
   "Fine." I sat back into the couch as she was.
   "Malcolm was never a bad kid, but a dreamer and schemer and a little
lazy.  Your father worked his ass off in school and Malcolm coasted,
claiming he wouldn't need college.  One thing Malcolm had going for him was
looks.  Now your dad," she smiled at me,
   "And you just like him, are good looking men, but...Malcolm?  Flat out
gorgeous, Hollywood good looking and he did very well with the girls."
   "You mean he wasn't paying for it back then?"
   "No, he was being paid." Mom explained.  "He quit school and was
bartending, made decent money, but more important to him was hooking up
with all kinds of women, coeds to cougars.  Well one older woman really
took a liking to him, started paying him to take nights off and fool around
with her.  According to him, she thought he was a damn good lover and," she
rolled her eyes, "Pretty well hung."
   "Whatever." I muttered.
   "Well, seems this woman did some work for a porn studio, shooting cougar
scenes before it was popular.  She convinced her director to give him a
shot."
   "You mean he was actually a porn star?"
   "Yup, and his name was Malcolm Stone, did a lot of movies and made a lot
of money doing what he loved best, fucking.  But he wasn't a stupid man by
any means and the scheming came in and the internet was starting to really
blow up and he talked a few other guys and some women into starting their
own site.  He needed some money and your dad lent him ten grand against my
wishes.  But..." she put her hands out,
   "We got it back in six months.  The website turned into several, each
catering to a specific fantasy and he used that money to go into full blown
producing.  He's got a goddamn dirty mind and some of his movies won awards
for originality.  His "Stone Cold Sex" site has thirty separate kink
categories, everything from interracial to step mother step sister
fantasies, he even has some that are supposed to be real incest, but of
course are all actors."
   "So what?  We know he has money and you're just making him sound sicker
to me."
   "Sex isn't sick, honey, if two people agree, who cares what they do."
She shrugged.  "Your dad was the opposite, took a lot to talk him into
trying anything."
   "TMI" I told her.
   "Sorry, but dad was an accountant; and he fit that safe, vanilla
personality.  Dad was practical and steady.  Malcolm was wild and
adventurous and turned his vice into money.  Well when you were eight and
we found out I was having twins and dad was worried about money, Malcolm
offered him a job."
   "In porn?"
   "No, honey, well not as an actor, but the accountant for Stone Cold Sex,
your uncle was offering your dad close to six figures, thirty more than
what he was making and said as the company grew he would pay more.  Dad
refused, said he wanted no part of that industry."
   "Were you mad?"
   "No, I mean, I think dad was being a little to anal," she laughed,
"pardon the pun, but it was his call.  Your uncle was put off though.  Said
your dad thought he was better than him and always had.  It turned into a
big argument and they didn't talk for well over a year"
   "Then dad got laid off, not sure if you remember that, but we were a
little worried, the girls were still in diapers and dad had no idea if his
company would bounce back or not.  He went to your uncle to borrow money
and your uncle said no, but reoffered him the job, said it was time for dad
to stop being stubborn and take care of his family."
   "That led to another fight and dad did get called back.  They started
speaking again and all was well until your uncle got drunk one night at
dinner and asked me if I would consider filming some videos for his milf
site, said he figured I might need some real sex after years with your
dad."
   "See?  D-bag." I crossed my arms, resting my case.
   "He was drunk and dad tried to let it slide.  I made a joke that no one
would want to see me and he started going on and on about me.  We managed
to get off the subject and we started talking about money, that you would
be looking at schools in a couple of years and how we would have to be
ready, plus the girls are the same age, that's two at the same time so it
started okay, just talking investments, then..." she paused,
   "Dad left the room and Malcolm propositioned me, said he always wanted
to fuck me.  Said not only was I hot, but it was the sister in law kink
that got him going, fucking his brother's woman as he put it."
   "D-bag!" I said in a mocking sing song chant.
   "I told him to knock it off and he offered me ten thousand dollars to
fuck him, dad would never know.  I said I was no whore and he said everyone
was for the right money.  That's how he earned his chance after all.  I
told him that wasn't true and he said he would prove it."
   "When dad came back in the room, he went back to normal conversation and
I relaxed, then they go into the den to smoke a cigar and next thing I know
your father is yelling at him and told him to get out of his house and
never come near his family again, I guess you know the details; he was
trying to get your father to sell me for the night."
   "And this is supposed to make me think he won't offer you again?" I
asked dubiously.
   "My point is he offered to help a couple of times on his own and both
times were sincere, trying to get your father to take a better job and with
him.  Your dad turned down both and both times was a little rude about it.
Don't get me wrong he had every right to get mad at the offer of paying for
me, but...Malcolm did try the right way more than once and I am hoping he
will this time."
   "Then you'll have no problem with me coming then will you?" I grinned,
"Get to see Uncle, shoot the shit, maybe look sad to help you get a yes..."
   "I don't want you there."
   "Because you know where it's going to go."
   "And if it does and I decide to its my choice and you need not know."
   "Then you'll lie to me." I shook my head, "Thanks mom."
   "Ignorance is bliss."
   "Not if I assume the worst."
   Mom started to speak, but I slid across the couch and putting my hands
on her shoulders, said, "Mom, I love you.  You're an amazing woman and
you've done the best you could for us, but you can't do this.  Please."
   Mom's eyes filled and she threw her arms around me, whispering in my
ear, "And I love you honey, and the girls and...I want us to be okay, Ryan
no matter what it takes."
   "Mom, think of dad, really and me and the girls.  You want that
sleaze...touching you?  He'll never let you forget it, mom you know that.
What if he tapes it and blackmails you into more?"
   "He wouldn't..."
   "You don't know what he would do.  Mom, please?  For me?  We'll just
move, start over..."
   "Ryan..."
   "At least let me go and if he doesn't offer the right way, we leave.  I
won't let him touch you, I won't."
   "My man of the house." Mom whispered and kissed my cheek, "Honey you and
the girls mean everything to me.  I love you so much, Ryan, you and I have
gotten so close, most mother's never get to know their sons as men the way
I have, bad situation, but still...I'm so proud of the man you've become
during this."
   "Then let this man protect you and honor my word to dad." I asked, my
voice thick with emotion.  "You can't see uncle alone."
   "Okay." Mom sighed and hugged me closer to her, squeezing me tightly,
"I...won't see him without you."
   "Promise?" I pulled away from her, trying to make eye contact.
   "I promise...I'll reschedule to a time we can both make it."
   "Okay." She was lying, but I was done arguing with her.
   "Good." She nodded, "I am going to get out of these ridiculous clothes
and wash the slut off me."
   Mom stood and looking down laughed, "You know, this would be a fun get
up for the bedroom, too bad I didn't have anyone to enjoy it."
   "You could find that person if you tried."
   "Yeah, how?  My guard dog son won't even let me talk to my own brother
in law."
   "Well, just don't date guys who own porn sites." I winked.
   "Okay, I'll just look for one who likes to watch them, how's that?"
   "That's fine." I grinned, "I watch them all the time."
   "Pig" Mom said, with a stern look on her face.
   "Coming from the woman dressed like she's ready for an episode of Milf's
gone Wild."
   "Touché'" Mom laughed, "Get some sleep honey, we'll talk in the
morning."
   "Sure."
   I watched her walk up the stairs to where our bedrooms were and had to
avert my eyes when she got far enough that I could see up her skirt.  It
would be nice not to see her like that anymore, but not at the cost of
submitting to my gross Uncle.
   I didn't believe her about seeing uncle without me and as I shut the
lights off to head upstairs tried to think of an excuse to call out of work
tomorrow, because I was going to be right behind mom when she left work
tomorrow afternoon, no way was I going to let her see my uncle without me.
   As I walked up the stairs I saw a picture of mom and dad on the wall and
looking at Dad whispered, "Don't worry, dad, I got this"
   Chapter Four
   I looked up from my phone and for the tenth time in the last few minutes
scanned the street for mom's red Kia.  She was supposed to meet uncle for
three and it was now five past.  I knew that because after mom showered and
fell asleep I had taken a chance and snuck into her room, removed her cell
from the charger on the night stand and looked through the history.  Sure
enough; at one forty five mom had texted Uncle
   "Macolm, don't know if you're still up, but I need to meet you earlier,
is three okay?"
   Uncle had replied instantly, "I'm always up, Vicky, after all I do my
best work at night LOL.  Three is fine, do you want to meet at my office or
do lunch somewhere, coffee?"
   "No, your office is fine, thank you."
   "Is Ryan coming?  I was hoping to see him."
   "No, maybe another time, we need to talk alone."
   "Understood, I look forward to seeing you, my beautiful sister in law."
   "Pig." I muttered recalling the texts as I sat at the Starbucks across
from the building that housed Stone Cold Productions.
   I took a sip of my coffee and continued to scan the street.  I'd gotten
here at two in case mom ran early and in between watching for mom had
shaken my head at the parade of smoking hot and scantily clad women walking
in and out of the building across the street.
   There were other companies located there, but there was no doubt these
women were part of Stone Cold Productions, either showing up for
assignments, or looking for them.
   From what I understood, Uncle's film studios were across town, but this
was where everything was run including the interviews and castings. 
Asshole that he was, I had to admit uncle had what most guys would consider
a dream job.
   I had no doubt he'd sampled most if not all his talent, but that still
wasn't enough.  Dad had said Uncle still paid for high end hookers and
supposedly paid them to act out bizarre fantasies he didn't even want his
porn star employees to know.
   That did have me wondering what the hell a guy like that could still
think of that a girl like that wouldn't do, but who knew?  He had offered
dad money for mom just because of the kink of it being his sister in law.
   I finished my coffee while watching two guys walking out of the
building. They were dressed in tight jeans and tank tops and I noticed a
woman right behind them with a small camera, as I continued to stare, the
guys stopped, wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.
   The woman started filming them as well as the reactions of people
walking by.
   "Figures, it couldn't have been two girls." I muttered, watching the
guy's break the kiss and the woman who was filming them laugh at the looks
on people's faces.
   I was getting ready to order another coffee so the staff wouldn't say
anything about me hanging around when mom walked right by the window less
than five feet away from me.
   "Are you kidding me?" I said aloud, earning a look from the couple
sitting next to me.
   As Mom stood at the curb waiting to cross, my first thought was she may
as well have stayed in the school girl outfit.  Mom was wearing a simple
one piece red dress, but nothing like I could ever imagine her in outside
of her job.
   The dress fell just past the curve of her ass and was tight enough to
show m that curve.  The back was cut all the way down to her lower back,
exposing her smooth white skin and it didn't escape my notice that there
was no bra strap.
   Her long brown hair was down and seemed to have more curl in it than
usual and as my eyes made the journey down her long legs I saw they ended
in a pair of red heeled sandals that strapped around her ankles.  Fuck me
shoes if I ever saw them and I'm sure a pair she wore to work at the club.
I wondered if she had gone to the salon like that or slipped home to
change.
   The other thing I noticed was the head of every guy on the street
turning as they passed her.  One, a tall dark haired man in a suit stopped
and said something to her.
   Mom turned her head and nodded and smiled.  I watched the guy smile back
and continue to talk.  Mom shook her head and with a shrug and a rueful
smile, he walked away, but still looked back over his shoulder at her.
   When mom had turned to speak I had noticed the front of the dress was
cut so low the inner half of her breasts were exposed and were propped up
pretty damn well.  It also showed she was not wearing a bra.  Even from
several feet away behind the window I could make out her nipples in the red
material.  My mother was dressed like a whore to ask my uncle, my porn
director uncle; for money.
   I was damn glad I came along and standing, I dropped a couple of dollars
on the table to tip the waitress and headed out of the coffee shop.  Mom
had just started to cross the street and I quickly followed her.
   It was a busy street, but traffic stopped immediately as the guys
driving were more than happy to let her pass.  I darted along behind her
and as I glanced at the driver of a red pickup, he smiled at me, pointed at
my mother and gave a thumbs up.
   I simply nodded at him, figuring he thought I was following her just to
check out her ass.  Looking down at her and watching her hips swing and how
damn long her legs were it struck me that if I did not know this was mom
I'd be drooling like the rest of the guys on the street.
   Growing up, I'd always known mom was pretty and when I hit my teens and
my friend's started remarking on her, I realized she was hot, but she never
tried to be.  She would dress well and flattering, but never inappropriate
or slutty.
   But having seen her outfits for work and seeing her out here in public
it was apparent my mother was one hell of a sexy woman and not just for her
age, but any age.  That thought did not make me feel any better about her
seeing Uncle.
   She was dressing this way on purpose, hopefully to distract him and play
him, but possibly to entice and seduce.  Mom was still trying to get over
dad and desperate.  She wasn't thinking clearly and I needed to save her
from a big mistake.
   Mom reached the other side of the street and was heading for the glass
doors leading into the office building, when I came up behind her.
   "Hey, hot stuff, where you going?"
   Mom turned to look at me and before she spoke I noticed her deep red lip
stick and she was sporting the rest of her night job make up.
   "Ryan!  What are you doing here?"
   "The same thing you are getting here before you told me you were," I
grinned, "Sneaking"
   "Well sneak your ass back home." She told me, "If I wanted you here I
wouldn't have..."
   "Lied to me." I said, "Why would you lie, mom?" I made a show of looking
her up and down, "And why the hell are you dressed like this?"
   "To prey on all he thinks about, sex." She admitted.
   "Because that will make him think of just helping without looking for
payment up front." I replied.
   "Ryan, you are my son, not my father and I will do what I see fit for
this family."
   "And I'm not a child and I will do what I see fit for my mother and that
is to not let you talk to that piece of shit alone."
   Mom looked taken aback and as her dark eyes stared into mine, I returned
her gaze.  We stared at each other in silence and by the initial look in
her eyes I thought we were going to keep arguing, but he gaze softened and
reaching down to take my hand, she said softly,
   "I love Ryan, I love that you care.  You're right; you're not a kid
anymore, but one hell of a young man."
   "Then let me come with you.  I'll be quiet, I promise."
   "I have your word?" she asked, skeptically.
   "You have my word I will sit there while you ask and he answers.  If he
gets out of line?" I shrugged, "No promises."
   "Be respectful, he is your uncle and I would like to get his help."
   "So would I, but not at your cost."
   Mom sighed, "Think of the girls, Ryan, its..."
   "I am and they wouldn't ever want their mommy being used and hurt."
   "They would never know."
   "You would." I told her.
   "Excuse me." A man's vice spoke, "Are you here to see someone?"
   Mom let my hand go and turning to the security guard flashed him a huge
smile.
   "Hi, is there a problem?"
   "You're standing in the doorway, and I was wondering if there was a
problem."
   "Not at all." Mom gave her long hair a toss that made me roll my eyes.
"We're here for an appointment with..."
   "Stone Cold." The guard smirked and looked mom up and down, "I can
tell." He looked at me.  "I don't blame you kid, I wouldn't be too happy if
my mother was coming here either."
   "Hey," I started to step in front of mom, "My mother's not here for
that, she..."
   "Of course not." He laughed, "I'm sure your mom is here to..."
   "I'm Malcolm Stone's Sister in law." Mom said coolly, "And I'm sure he
would love to hear about how funny you think me and his only nephew coming
to visit him is."
   "You're...oh, my apologizes ma'am." He bowed his head, "I was just..."
   "Demeaning a woman, sure you do it all the time here."
   Mom stepped past him, "Let's go Ryan."
   I winked at the guard and followed mom into the building.  We took the
elevators to the fourth floor which all belonged to Stone Cold Productions.
If for any reason we were unsure if this was the place, all we had to do
was look around.  The walls were lined with posters of the movies Uncle's
company had produced.
   None of the actors or actresses was outright nude, but pretty damn
close. I read the titles as we passed them and wondered what mom would
think if she knew I'd seen parts of many of them online.
   A woman came around the corner and my eyes widened as she smiled as she
passed us.  I stopped moving and returning the smile with a goofy one of my
own, watched her walk down the hall.
   "Ryan." Mom called.
   "Oh, um..."
   "Let me guess." Mom rolled her eyes, "You know who she is?"
   "I...that's Nikki Sinn." I said, and then blushed when mom raised her
eyebrows.  "I...might have heard of her."
   "Really?" Mom looked down the hall, "Hmm I've seen a couple with her in
it.  Liked her better as a brunette."
   "Mom!"
   She shrugged.  "What?  It's okay for you and not for me?  Your father
might have been a little vanilla, but I enjoy some spicy movies here and
there."
   "TMI." I put my hands over my ears.
   "Double standard." Mom waved her hand at me, "Let's go before you start
asking for autographs"
   We made our way through the hallways and sure enough I saw several other
women and even a couple, of men I recognized from the movies coming in and
out of rooms along the halls.  I was surprised to see many dressed plainly,
jeans and t-shirts and wondered if they did that because of how they had to
dress for 'work'.
   We were following the signs for the main office and when Mom stopped at
a window to wait for the receptionist to return to her desk a smoking hot
blonde that looked about my age, wearing a dress that made mom's look
prudish said, "Hi, I've been waiting for you guys."
   "You have?" I asked
   "Yeah, Jack said you were showing up any minute and to take you down to
wardrobe."
   "For what?" I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not her huge tits
that were almost falling out of her low cut dress.
   "For the scene!" she sighed, "You guys are here for the mom's bang teens
video right?"
   "Moms..."
   "Right." She nodded, her blonde pig tails bobbing.  "I'm the step
daughter and you're my boyfriend and she's my step mom" she pointed at my
mother who looked like she was trying not to laugh.
   The girl looked mom up and down, then gave me a long look.  "Wow, this
is going to be one of those shoots that's more fun than work!  You guys
new? Never seen you before."
   "I bet he's seen you." Mom replied.
   "Maybe, I've done about twenty films, I'm Candy Came."
   "Oh...goddamn." I whispered, "I..."
   "Usually I have red hair, the director wanted blonde, but wanted me so
They're paying an extra couple of hundred to get me to dye my hair for a
week." She shrugged causing her tits to bounce.  "I swear they just go by
what they feel like seeing, but whatever, so anyway let's go; we're going
to be..."
   "Wrong people, hon." Mom said, "We're here to see Mr.  Stone."
   "Oh, you are brand new!" she smiled, "He'll love seeing the two of you,
Mr.  Stone loves older women with young guys, bet he'll watch your audition
in person!"
   "No, she's my..."
   "Yes, hi, Vicky Rogers to see Malcolm Stone."
   I turned to see the receptionist, who to my surprise was an older woman
dressed in a business suit, rather than the porn start type I figured my
uncle would have as a secretary, back at her desk.
   "I see your name here." The woman nodded, "And who is this young
gentlemen?"
   "My son Ryan."
   "Wow, Stone is really getting kinky!" Candy exclaimed.
   "He's his nephew thank you." Mom explained.
   "Sure he is." She laughed, "So Ryan, you coming into the family
business?" she started to saunter over to me, "You know, you'll need
someone to show you the ropes, and..."
   "Miss Came, please wait out in the lobby, the sound of your voice annoys
me." The woman behind the window said, "This is Mr.  Stone's family, not
acting hopefuls."
   "Bitch." Candy muttered, as she turned to leave.
   Stopping next to me she winked, "Hey Ryan, I'm going to autograph a
picture of me for you and leave it with Miss Poppins over here, make sure
you get it okay?"
   "Yeah, thanks!" I told her, ignoring the frown on mom's face.
   "It's a head shot." She grinned, "Or is it a shot of me giving head,
I'll let that be a surprise."
   With a smirk in mom's direction she left the office.
   "This is why I didn't want you here." Mom said as the secretary picked
up the phone to call uncle.
   "No, its not." I answered, "You didn't want me here because you're
willing to do what people think you're here to do."
   "Don't smart mouth me, Ryan." Mom warned in a low whisper, "I..."
   "Miss Rogers, Mr.  Stone will see now."
   "Most of you in fact." I winked at mom, and ignoring the flare of anger
in her eyes walked past her to where the secretary was holding the door
open that led into the back.
   Chapter Five
   I slowed up walking through the short corridor towards the huge oak door
at the end it so mom could catch up with me and go first.  As she did she
took my hand and still walking spoke quietly.
   "Ryan, your uncle is a ball buster.  You need to know there will not be
an easy yes.  He loves to play games so let him play them.  You or I get
pissed it gives him a thrill, so just go easy and ignore anything weird he
comes out with.  Words are words, not actions, so just be good in there,
okay?"
   "I guess."
   "You know what I mean, he will be flirting from the get go, even in
front of you, don't let him get to you."
   "Okay, but he tries to touch you..."
   "Vicky!" A deep voice boomed down the corridor.
   I looked away from mom to see the office door was open and Uncle Malcolm
stood in the doorway.
   Except for a brief glimpse of him from across the funeral parlor a few
months ago, I hadn't seen uncle in a long time and forgot how...flat out
good looking the guy was.  Uncle was five years older than mom, but could
pass for thirty five, if not younger.  His short black hair was free of
grey and his well tanned face was smooth and devoid of any lines or
wrinkles and his blue eyes, the feature mom said was a legendary trademark
of his, were not just blue, but electric blue.
   Even from a guys point of view I knew those eyes were amazing.  They
looked as if they were lit from within and I had no doubt women swooned
over them.  In addition to his attractive features, Uncle was a large man,
with broad shoulders that stretched his black polo shirt and a pair of
biceps that threatened to stretch out his sleeves.
   His forearms rippled as his fingers tapped the doorknob as he waited for
is to reach him and from what I could tell by how his shirt was tucked in,
his stomach was flat and hard.
   What was not visible-and what I had no desire to dwell on-was the
feature that had started Uncle on his way to his career-according to what
I'd heard, but never wanted to see despite the fact there were still movies
featuring uncle floating around, was that he was hung like a bull.
   I'd once heard mom tell a friend that Uncle used to just whip it out on
occasions when he was drunk and that mom had added, married or not, she had
to admit it was a thing of beauty.
   It was that remark that disturbed me.  Mom was not herself of late and
had not been with anyone since dad and the last few months he was alive he
was sick.  Mom had remarked to someone on the phone a week ago that she
hadn't gotten laid in a year.  Uncle Malcolm was a good looking guy and had
always wanted her.  Again, I was glad I came.
   "Malcolm." Mom smiled and put her arms out, allowing him to wrap his
arms around her and hug her tightly.
   Mom all but disappeared in his embrace and now that I was close to him
it struck me how tall and flat out...large my uncle was.  So much for
threatening to beat his ass I thought wryly as he kissed mom on the cheek.
   "It's been a long time dear sister in law." He said.
   He released her and turning to me whistled, "Damn, boy, look at you! 
You went and turned into a man on me!"
   "Good to see you Uncle," I extended my hand and watched it vanish inside
of his huge fist.
   "Damn good to see you!" he clapped me on the arm hard enough to almost
knock me over.  "Been a long time kid, you taking good care of your mom?"
   "That's why I'm here." I said wincing at the strength in his hand and
trying to squeeze his as hard as I could.  "To look after her."
   "Ryan." Mom said, "Sorry Malcolm, he's..."
   "His father's kid for sure." He laughed, and whacked my other arm,
"Nothing wrong with sticking up for your mom, kid.  Mother's are the most
amazing women in the world.  Now, come on in."
   He walked away from us towards his massive desk and shooting me a dirty
look, mom followed.  We sat in the two large leather chairs in front of
Uncle's desk and I noticed mom staring in disdain at a long leather couch
along one wall.  When Uncle sat, she pointed at it, "Is that where you
conduct your interviews, Malcolm."
   I kicked her foot and when she looked at me, I raised my eyebrows.  Mom
nodded, "Sorry, couldn't resist."
   "I never could, that's why I'm in this field." He laughed.  "But the
industry is clean Vicky and STD's can destroy a career and others with it.
If someone is interested they have to have a blood test and come back with
the results before a casting is even a possibility."
   As he spoke I looked around the office at the movie posters, some were
movies Uncle did when he was younger and my eyes widened at the sight of
him shirt less, guy was seriously built.  So were the women and barely
dressed.
   As I followed the posters I noticed as the movies became more recent the
credits went from starring Malcolm Stone to produced by.  I lingered on one
starring Nikki Sinn and wondered if Uncle had done one with her.
   "Like a kid in a candy store, huh?" Uncle asked.
   "Candy Came even" Mom said, "We met one of your wonderful employees."
   "There is nothing wrong with this for a career, Vicky; no one makes
these girls perform.  Candy is a nice kid, believe it or not she went to
USC, but...discovered she could make more money doing this and she likes
it. Most of my girls do, I pick women who still like the act as much as the
money and try to keep things fun.  That's why my movies are such high
quality."
   "Whatever." Mom muttered.
   "Speaking of jobs, I hear you're working at Wal-mart, Ryan."
   "Yeah, couple of years now, they work around my schedule so it's a good
job."
   "Please, what do they pay?  Why not work for me?"
   "He will not work in this business." Mom said firmly.
   "Not like that." Uncle waved his hand, "Although he is a good looking
kid." He eyed me more closely, "Nice eyes, good features, good build, you'd
do fine, especially in our feature lines."
   "Enough." Mom said, her voice rising.
   "Sorry, I evaluate everyone I see." He shrugged, "Not into guys, but I
have to be aware of what is attractive.  Porn is just as much for ladies
now.  The guys aren't fat slobs like Ron Jeremy anymore, now they look as
good as the women.  I was one of the first to be picked for more than
just..."
   He Trailed off as mom stared at him.
   "Well anyway, I was talking about being a runner, you know grabbing
food, coffee, running errands, delivering scripts, taking the movies for
editing things like that.  Fifteen an hour and easy work."
   "Wow, I only get nine at Wal-Mart."
   "Don't even think about it Next thing you know, you'll be on the set and
hanging out with porn stars."
   "Like that's a bad thing, huh, Ryan?" Uncle laughed.
   "Malcolm this is why Joe didn't want you around Ryan that much."
   "No, there was another reason." He said, "But okay, just trying to
help." He looked at me and smiled, "Man you are like turning back the
clock, Ryan, take a look at this."
   He reached into his desk and removed a photo and handed it to me.  It
was of Uncle and dad, at what I figured was Dad's high school graduation.
Dad was holding his diploma and uncle had his arm around him, smiling.
   "Wow." I said "Just like me."
   "Yup, dead ringer at that age.  Your dad was a good looking guy, you
take right after him No ugly babies in this family."
   Mom looked at it with me, "I never saw that one.  Joe looks so happy."
   I started to hand it back, but he waved his hand, "Keep it, I have
another somewhere, and a lot of others, we were close back then.  That was
before my poor career choice." He rolled his eyes.
   "But that was the past, we're here now, so...what can I do for you,
Vicky?"
   "I could go into a lot of details, but I'm just going to get to the
point.  The medical insurance collection agency has a lean on the house;
I'm behind on the mortgage and..."
   "You mean my cautious brother had nothing invested?  No life insurance?"
   "The insurance was new.  When his company changed hands they got rid of
the one he hand through them and he had just picked up something for
now...it covered the funeral, burial, but not much after."
   "I see." Uncle had leaned back in his chair and was now looking just at
mom.  I noticed his eyes lingering on her chest.  "Oh, how rude of me,
would you like a drink?  I have a bar or if not I have coke and water, I
can get coffee?"
   "We're fine." She said, "So..."
   "Vicky, would you mind fetching me a coke?" Uncle pointed, "The fridge
is under that painting over there.
   "I'll grab it," I started to get up.
   "I asked your mother." He said softly, staring at her with a smirk on
his lips.  Mom returned the smile, "Of course."
   She rose and walked across the room.  I noticed she was moving very
slowly and swinging her hips.  Uncle was staring at her, following each
step with a hungry look in his eyes and my stomach tightened.
   Mom reached the small fridge, and after a brief pause, squatted down to
open it.  That move caused the skirt to rise and I could see the back of
her thigh right up to the curve of her ass.  I knew mom had done that on
purpose, just as she taking her time removing a can of soda.
   She straightened and turning around, walked back just as slowly.  She
was staring Uncle in the eye the entire time and he still had that smirk on
his face, but so did she.  He had started the game and she was playing it.
She handed him the can and as he opened it, she sat down.
   "So the reason we're here is...you know why I'm here, Malcolm, we need
money and you're our last chance."
   "What about his pension plan?"
   "They're holding it for a year."
   "Borrow against it?"
   "The lien on the house means there would not be enough left after a sale
if his plan did not pay out for whatever reason."
   "Ah." He sighed, "Stubborn bastard should have just come to work with
me. Would have made more money and been well taken care of."
   "Well, he didn't."
   "And now you work two jobs because of it and may lose your house." He
took a swallow of soda, "And how are the girls?  I'd love to see them, not
here of course, but maybe I can swing by?"
   "We can set something up, sure." Mom nodded, "You can take them
somewhere for a day if you want."
   "Mom, I..."I began
   "Its fine, Ryan, even your uncle isn't that bad."
   "Thanks!" he laughed
   "How did you know I was working two jobs?" Mom asked.
   "Well...you don't think I spend any time at Mario's?" he asked, "My
girls do shows and signings there all the time.  I...saw you one night. 
Couldn't believe it was you.  I was going to come over and talk to you, but
didn't want to embarrass you.
   Figured things would have to be pretty tough if you were working there.
So was kind of waiting to hear from you." He put the can down, "No place
for you to be working Vicky."
   "No, its not." I added.
   "Although you do have the body for it, you looked as good if not better
than any of those girls.  Look damn good right now."
   "Thank you."
   "Funny how life works." He leaned back further.  "We always want what we
can't have.  I've had sex with some of the most desirable women in the
world, Nikki Sinn, Tori Star, Nina, Jenna, all of them.  But yet..." He
looked her up and down, "Yet a woman like you eludes me."
   "Because I wasn't paid to fuck you." Mom gave him a nasty look.
   "Oh, I was talking about for fun, trust me, porn is not all work and
there is some fun to be had afterwards.  But...you know..." he stopped and
looked my way as if he had forgotten I was there..."Never mind."
   "He knows about that, his father made sure he knew."
   "Oh." Malcolm shrugged, "Guess I know why I got that remark when you
first showed up."
   "Back to now." Mom said quickly.  "I need money, Malcolm.  Enough to get
me through the next six months of living plus enough to catch up on the
mortgage and pay the first installment of Ryan's next year of school."
   "Forget school." I said.
   "No, never forget school." Uncle surprised me by saying.  "Ryan, I got
lucky.  I did well because I somehow fell in with a bad crowd and made good
out of it.  Most aren't so lucky, you need an education."
   "So I need your help Malcolm."
   "How much are you thinking?"
   Mom took a deep breath before saying, "Twenty five and you get it back
in six months.  The pension is worth fifty."
   Malcolm nodded, but didn't say anything.  I sat there with my hands
clenched, knowing damn well that he had the money, that it was nothing to
him and also knowing he was making mom wait on purpose.  Mom looked calm,
sitting back with her hands in her lap.  But below the desk, where uncle
couldn't see, her foot was tapping, something she always did when she was
nervous.
   "The amount isn't an issue for me, Vicky." Uncle finally answered, "But
it is for you."
   "What do you mean?"
   "Okay, you borrow this and get by and Joe's pension comes through.  Do
you have anything to roll it into?"
   "No, and I need all of it anyway." She replied.
   "So you get fifty, pay me half, get killed in taxes the next
year...you'll be in this same bind within a year."
   "I'll worry about that then." Mom stated, "And the lean would be paid by
then and I can borrow off the house if need be."
   "Not with just your income from the salon."
   "I'll..."
   "Now on the other hand..." he tapped his long thick fingers on his desk.
"If I were to simply give you the money as a gift?  You keep all the
pension, roll some of it into a short term CD that pays out in two years
you should be okay right through Ryan graduating.  No?"
   "Yes." She nodded, "If you were to give it to me." She paused.  "But
nothing is free with you is it Malcolm?"
   "Not true.  Your stubborn husband was offered two opportunities from me
at no cost.  I wanted nothing but to see my only family taken care of and
he did not want to be involved with my company, he was too good for me,
always mocked me.  Porn is not a noble business, but it pays well and..."
he grinned, "Maybe even as significant as being a book keeper which is all
he was, but judged me."
   "So I pay for the issues you two had?" Mom countered.
   "I will only be slapped so many times."
   "I never slapped you down, Malcolm.  If Joe wanted to work for you in an
office capacity I would have never cared."
   "You have slapped me however." He grinned.
   "When you put your hand on the bride's thigh under the table at the
reception you should expect to be slapped" Mom reminded him.
   "True, I drank too much back then."
   "So, are you going to help us Uncle?" I cut in, "You know your nephew,
your nieces..."
   "Guilt doesn't work on me, Ryan." Uncle said calmly.
   "What does?" I asked, "Other than sex?"
   "Sex...is everything, Ryan, in one form or another lust and sex drive
and shape more than you think."
   "Ignore him." Mom told me without looking my way.
   "I expect that answer seeing you were married to a guy with no drive in
any way." Malcolm told her.  "You were always more then he could handle and
I know you held back.  You're the kind of woman men wish their wives could
be and he took you for granted sexually."
   "How the hell do you know what my sex life was like?" Mom snapped, "You
think everyone has to act like one of your sluts for it to be good?"
   "A slut with love in her heart is the perfect combination." He laughed,
"And your response told me I am right."
   "The money." I cut in again, "Will you help or should we leave before my
mother hits you?"
   "I am willing to help you and you don't have to pay me back.  But it's
going to be earned."
   "How?" I spoke before mom could.
   "She knows." Uncle said, quietly.
   "Ryan, go wait out in the lobby, I'll be out in a few minutes."
   "Bullshit!" I shouted, slamming my fist on the desk, "You are not
fucking my mother!"
   "Ryan!" Mom stared at me angrily.
   "Well he's not." I pointed at Uncle, "My mother is not for sale, and my
father was right, you're a fucking pig."
   "Ryan, shut up." Mom yelled grabbing my arm, "Get out now, what I do is
my business."
   "Let him go." Uncle said, still surprisingly calm.
   "I..."
   "Vicky, let him go, he can stay."
   Mom released me and Uncle spoke softly.
   "Ryan I understand how you feel.  Your mom is the world to you,
especially now.  I take no offense at what you said, in fact I am proud of
you.  I assure you that I am not looking to have sex with your mother. 
Having said that however, sex will be involved."
   "What...what are you talking about?" I asked.
   "I ask that the two of you hear me out.  I have a deal for you.  One
that benefits us both; you financially; while allowing me to fulfill the
only fantasy that has so far eluded me."
   "Forget it." I waved my hand, "Sex and my mother are off the table,
we're..."
   "I'll hear you out." Mom shot me a look, "Stay or leave, your choice,
but I'm staying."
   "He needs to stay." Uncle said.
   "Fine." I slumped back into the chair.  "This should be interesting."
   "That's not the word I would use." Uncle tapped his chin in thought then
spoke.  "First let me say that as I have gotten older my fantasies change,
just like everyone else.  Difference is I have lived most normal fantasies
people have so look to more taboo things to explore."
   He pointed at Mom, "At one point a few years back the idea of in laws
appealed to me; mother in law scenarios, sister in law.  That family bond
without it truly being family.  It took hold of me after watching a subpar
sister in law video and I ended up bringing in writers to script better
ones and launched my close to home line."
   "And I take it about the time you offered my father money to bang my
mother?"
   "How crude." He laughed, "But you can relax that fantasy has runs its
course and...like every other time I've tried to hide it behind something
else, my true fantasy came back and I still crave to see it come to life,
well recreated actually, the true one is impossible."
   "I doubt in your line of work anything is impossible." Mom pointed out.
   "Not true." He paused, "I tell you this at the risk of serious
embarrassment and I will say if I ever hear this mentioned anywhere I know
where it came from because only one other person knew and he...was my
brother and no longer here to tell."
   "Joe told me everything."
   "No, he didn't.  Trust me."
   "Not lightly."
   "Vicky, what do you know of my mother?"
   "Not much, she died of complications a few months after she had a stroke
You guys were in your late teens when she passed right?"
   "My mother was a gorgeous woman.  The perfect woman." He looked at me,
"Ryan do you know why a mother is the ultimate woman?"
   "I...because they love us no matter what?  They'll do anything for us?"
   "Good points and part of the answer.  Ryan, a mother is the embodiment
of the goddess, they are everything to men.  Loving, nurturing mother to
their children, loyal daughters, caring sisters, and not just the lifelong
companion and best friend to their husbands, but they are also objects of
lust."
   "Those sweet mom's when their kids are in bed become their husband's
whore in the bedroom.  There is nothing more sexual than an attractive
mother who feeds the needs of men in so many ways."
   "Milf fantasies?" I rolled my eyes.
   "No, Ryan a milf is a mother I'd like to fuck." He paused.  "I wanted my
mother."
   "You what?" Mom gasped.
   "I...once when I was snooping around in my dad's drawer looking for his
dirty magazines-and I want to add Joe sent me in there- I found them, but
beneath were some pictures of my mother.  The first one was her lying naked
in the bed.  Joe was watching out in the hallway for my parents so I put
the pictures in my pocket and grabbed a magazine.  Joe and I looked at the
magazine, but I never said anything about the pictures."
   "When he went to bed, I snuck down to the basement where I could be
alone and looked at them." His eyes had a faraway look, as if he were
envisioning the pictures as he spoke.  "The first few were just nude poses.
But the rest?  My mother going down on my father, her beneath him while he
fucked her, her on top of him.  I was eighteen and had seen my share of
dirty movies at a friend's house and had even had sex myself at that
point."
   "But nothing had ever turned me on the way these did.  My mother, the
woman who cooked for me, helped me with school, read to me when I was young
and always comforted me and told me how much she loved me.  Here she
was...as a sexual woman and one hell of a sexual woman.  The last picture
was of her smiling with..." he looked at me,
   "Oh, what am I worried about, you probably have porn all over your
computer at home.  "My father's cum all over her face and the look of pure
lust in her eyes, even in the picture, just..."
   "You're disgusting." Mom told him.
   "I won't deny my tastes are extreme, but fantasy is hardly disgusting.
But from that point on...I wanted her.  I wanted to have sex with my
mother. I thought about her constantly.  I couldn't be in the same room
with her without getting hard.  I had put most of the pictures back except
that last one and Joe found it in my desk."
   "He asked what the hell I was doing with it and I made the mistake of
confiding in him.  He said I was sick and...he told my father who told me
to get my ass out of the house.  I was eighteen with nowhere to go and my
mother...had no idea what was going on and fought him over it."
   "Joe said you left on your own." Mom said.
   "He would and I guess it was for the best, not a great reason to be
thrown out I suppose.  Well my father finally caved and told my mother what
it was over.  She came into my room and asked if it were true.  I told her
yes, I was so ashamed I was crying.  She took me into her arms and..." he
hesitated.  "She told me she loved me and that...that my feelings made her
love me more and that if I wanted to she would let me."
   "What?" Mom and I both spoke at the same time.
   "Yes, my mother said she would let me be with her if it was what I
really wanted and it would help me."
   "So you did?" I was getting caught up in the story now.
   "No." he shook his head.  "My father was in the house when we spoke and
she said she would tell dad she was taking me for help, but her plan was to
wait until we were alone and let me explore my fantasy because...it was
hers as well."
   "You're full of shit." Mom said, but seemed as if she weren't convinced
and was saying it because she wanted it to be the case.
   "No, I wish I was, it would have been easier."
   "Dad still wanted me out and we compromised.  I went to stay with our
aunt for a week so I could realize what a sick person I was and stay away
from mom for a week.  Then he was going to go with us to the shrink.  Well
Joe called during the week; mom had suffered a massive stroke."
   "She recovered...somewhat.  She was never the same and I stopped seeing
her as anything but my sick mother that I wanted to help take care of.  But
my father blamed her stroke on me.  Me and my disgusting thoughts pushed
her over the limit."
   "I never told him that mom said she was willing to or the details of
that conversation, he would have never wanted to believe it and he hated me
as it was.  So he told me to leave at that point and although Joe did try
to talk my dad into letting me stay I gave up and left, went to live with
the forty year old woman I'd been fucking, who happened to be a former porn
actress and you know the rest."
   "Joe never told me that, all he would say was I had no idea what a perv
you really were."
   "Yes I guess incest fantasies are seen as disgusting, but...in the porn
world they are huge.  Thousands of stories and e-books on the subject, tons
of semi incestuous porn vids like my Step lust series.  People do desire
it, they are curious about it.  Incest is the last line that people have
not crossed, but they are turned on by it.  Taboo the movie started it
gaining speed years ago and it has not slowed down."
   "So..." I put my hands up, "After that big revelation, what the hell
does this have to do with us?"
   "You only have one mom, Ryan.  I had one chance at my fantasy coming to
life and missed it by days.  Hours if I want to wonder what would have
happened if my mother and I had just a little time without my father right
on top of me.  So my true fantasy will never be a reality.  Sometimes I
wonder if my mother had been appalled and told me I was sick if it would
have stayed with me, but her willingness?  It inspired me more."
   "Think she wanted you or was willing to let you work it out?" Mom asked.
   "I...I think by the conversation she was offering more than help, but if
she was only sacrificing herself for me, then...it just proves that a
mother will do anything for their family, isn't that right, Vicky?"
   "Yes." Mom agreed to my chagrin.
   "Back to what you want now." I prodded.
   "For years I paid escorts to role play as my mother, but it felt
ridiculous.  Plus once my career went from screen to marketing and big
money I had to be careful.  Next I went to porn stars acting out incestuous
scenes for the "Loving Mothers" series, but same thing.  It was scripted
dialogue, they were not related, just not the same."
   "So what's left?" Mom asked.
   "The real thing is left.  Not for me, of course, but to watch a true
mother and son have sex in front of me."
   "Have I mentioned your sick?" Mom shook her head in disgust, but as she
did my stomach tightened at the thought of where this might be going.  No,
he couldn't want us to...
   "If knowing what you want is sick, then yes I guess so."
   "So just go find some mother and son and pay them to have sex with you."
   "Oh, its that easy?" He laughed.  "Should I run an ad on Craig's List?"
   "You have money and connections in a sleazy industry." Mom went on, "And
I'm sure somewhere there is a mother already banging her son who wouldn't
mind making some extra money, maybe you should move to West Virginia,
trailer parks and..."
   "I have a mother and son right in front of me that is pretty desperate."
Uncle said.
   Although I had gotten to the point I expected the words, they still
caused a twisting in my stomach.  I looked at mom who was sitting there
speechless, staring at Uncle who was sitting back perfectly calm, as if he
had just mentioned what he had for lunch.
   "You...you want me to...have...sex...with ...my son." Mom forced each
word out, "In...front ...of you?"
   "For twenty five thousand dollars." He nodded, "No, in fact, tell you
what, thirty five thousand, how's that?"
   "What the hell is wrong with you?" I blurted, "Jesus Christ, your
disgusting!"
   "Know what I've learned Ryan?" Uncle asked, still calm, as if my words
had gone right over his head, "That every son wants his mother.  You're
conditioned not to so the thoughts and urges are buried, under societies
standards, but if something happens, one incident, one thing to make you
see your mother in a sexual manner, then you will want her and want her
like you've never wanted anyone else."
   "So those pictures, did that to you?" Mom asked.
   "Yes, and..."
   "Joe found the one you had, why didn't he want her?"
   "Because..." He frowned, then shrugged, "Who says he didn't?"
   "Oh, please." Mom waved her hand, "You want to have a sick fantasy fine,
but don't make it sound like everyone is like that.  I have no desire to be
with my son and he sure as hell doesn't want me."
   "You never know, have you ever thought about it Ryan?"
   "Can we get out of here?" I began to stand, "And seriously, stay the
hell away from my sisters and my mother and me."
   "What about you, Vicky?" Uncle looked over to her, "Going to turn down
thirty five grand?  More than enough to save your house and Ryan's school,
get you out of that club?"
   "The club seems less sleazy suddenly." Mom said softly.
   "Let's go mom." I prompted as I stood in front of the desk.
   "Everything you need and for what?  An hour, maybe a little more, with
your son?"
   "Shut up, you filth!" I yelled at him.  "Mom, let's get the hell out of
here, now."
   "You'd really do that?  All that money to watch me with your own
nephew?"
   "Yes."
   "Mom, we..."
   "I assume you wouldn't be looking for a sweet love making experience."
   "Mom!" I snapped grabbing her shoulder, "Why are you still talking?"
   "You're right.  I want a show.  I want hardcore." Uncle leaned forward,
his blue eyes brighter than ever.  I want to hear you tell your son how bad
you want to suck his cock, I want to..."
   "Shut the fuck up!" I slammed my fist on the desk again, "I swear I will
punch you in your goddamn mouth you don't shut up!"
   "Ryan, please calm down." Mom put her hand over mine.  "Sit down; no one
is making anyone do anything."
   "Ryan your mother...look at her." Uncle gestured with his hand, "You
don't think she's beautiful?"
   "She is, but not in that way." I sighed sitting down.
   "You see her like this, from behind, and you don't know it's her, you
don't say, 'goddamn, look at that woman?"
   I didn't answer as at his words I recalled how mom looked on the street,
the way traffic stopped for her and having the thought he had just uttered.
My silence gave uncle momentum and he continued.
   "You have, I see it in your face and that's okay.  But that is what I'm
talking about!  If you let yourself see her as a woman, not just your mom,
but...never forgetting who she really is?  There is nothing more
desirable!" he turned back to mom, "Look at him, Vicky!  He's a good
looking man, he's not a child.  Hell milf's cougars...call them what you
will, but women your age are tripping over themselves to have sex with guys
his age..."
   "But not their sons." Mom cut in, "Or are you going to tell me I
secretly want him?"
   "I am going to tell you that no woman could ever love a son the way a
mother can and no man will ever treat a woman as well as her son.  A lover
who sees you as his everything, his mom, his friend, his lover...the
ultimate trust.  He would do whatever you wanted exactly as you want it."
   "Whatever." I muttered.
   "Ryan think about it.  Think about your mother performing all the dirty
things you watch in the porns.  Your mother on her knees for you, looking
up at you, you over her, slipping inside her..."
   "Stop." Mom and I said simultaneously.
   "If more mothers and sons let their guards down and thought about it,
they would want it." Uncle said, lowering his voice.  "Think about what it
means to you, Vicky.  No worries, no stress, Ryan, the girls will have
their mother back, you won't be working so hard, so tired all the time, you
can relax and enjoy."
   "What a waste of time." I looked at mom, "Can we leave?"
   "No one else would know, Vicky." Uncle was speaking softly now as he
fixed his gaze on mom.  "You won't tell, Ryan won't tell.  You can save
your house Vicky, and all it would take is breaking some rule some zealot
made up years ago," he laughed, "Shit, read Genesis, the world was
populated by incest at one point.  They do it in Europe to this day like
its nothing.  Only here do we think..."
   "Why do you keep talking to her?" I asked, "I keep telling you no."
   "Because it's her decision." Uncle explained, "If she says yes, you have
no choice."
   "Bullshit, even if she did, I..."
   "I think your mother could be very persuasive, Ryan and I think...you
wouldn't mind." He pursed his lips in thought, "A little seduction would be
even hotter."
   "Ugh." I gave up and resting my head on my hand, stared down at the
floor.
   "Not sure I would ever agree to you running around with a sex tape of me
with my son." Mom spoke and my eyes widened, why was she even letting this
conversation continue?
   "I...I would love to film it, but I know you wouldn't allow it, it just
has to be a onetime memory for me.  But..." he gave her a small smile, "If
I had one, all it would do is ruin me.  I'd come across as a disgusting pig
who bribed a..."
   "Because that's what you are." I said.
   "Ryan part of me is hoping you would do this just so I can hear how your
tune changes after you've bedded your mother."
   "Bedded?  That from one of your scripts?" I rolled my eyes.  "How about
you take pictures of us and rub them together and jerk off while you..."
   "Ryan, please." Mom stopped me.
   "Okay, I know it's a lot to think about, call me back and..."
   "Sixty." Mom said quietly.
   "Excuse me?" Uncle asked.
   "We'll do it.  Sixty thousand."
   "We'll what?" I demanded, "Mom!  You're out of your..."
   "Ryan if you speak again, I will make you wait outside." She stared hard
at me, then back at uncle.  "We have a deal?"
   "Sixty?  That's...double what you..."
   "You can tape it."
   "I..." Uncle's eyes widened.
   "But we will sign an agreement that will state if that movie ever
becomes public?  You will pay us one million dollars for breach of
contract."
   "I don't know if I would want my attorney drawing that..."
   "All you tell him is its private show for you and the woman involved is
ensuring that privacy.  Draw it up yourself and get it notarized that's
fine for me."
   "Okay." He nodded, "But still sixty..."
   "Is nothing to you."
   "But it's still a lot to..."
   "I'll make it worth it." Mom leaned forward in her chair, "You want a
show, Malcolm?  I'll give you one.  I'll put on a show with Ryan that you
will stroke to until your cock falls off.  And don't think I don't know
that as much as you want to see me with him, it's still about seeing me. 
The one pussy you couldn't buy."
   "Mom, stop talking like that." I told her.
   "You can shut me up tomorrow by putting something in my mouth." Mom
said, causing me to blush.  "You like that Malcolm?  You like that idea, my
son's cock in my mouth?"
   "I...wow." For the first time since we arrived, Uncle looked rattled.
   "Yeah, in my mouth, rub it all over my face, take it nice and deep." She
licked her red lips,
   "Suck him until he cums all over my face, all over it.  Just like that
picture you had of your mother.  But you'll see it in person, won't you? 
You'll see it splatter my face and drip down onto my tits.  You'll be able
to watch it over and over."
   "Goddamn, Vicky."
   "And after that?  I'll lay back and let him lick my pussy, or maybe I'll
ride his face, then after I come nice and hard on my son's tongue?  Then
he'll be ready to fuck me and I will make sure he fucks me in every
position.  Take his mommy around the world right in front of you.  Fuck me
as hard as he can, spank my ass..."
   "Mom, please stop." I begged.
   "Maybe you want him to talk dirty to me?  You want that?  You want to
hear him tell his mommy to suck his cock?  Tell me to get on my knees and
take it like a slut?"
   "Yes." Uncle whispered, his face getting red.
   "Bet you do.  Bet you want to see me be a whore for my son, a mommy
being her son's little cock whore.  Making his mommy be a little porn star
for him.  Know what Malcolm?  You're right.  Joe was an amazing man, but a
dud in the sack.  Loved it nice and sweet, but me?  I want to fuck.  I want
to fuck like a wild cat and it's been a long time since I have.  Good thing
Ryan's young because I'm ready to go for one hell of a ride."
   "Oh, yeah." Uncle nodded.
   "That what you want, Malcolm?  Me acting like whore for my little boy?"
   "Y...yes, I want it."
   "Then for sixty thousand it's yours.  Name the time and place, but it
won't be in a studio or your house."
   "You..."
   "Want a day to think about it?" Mom started to get up, "I'll call..."
   "Done." Uncle said quickly.  "Done.  I'll have a document drawn up and a
check for you tomorrow morning."
   "Half in cash." Mom said.
   I looked at her stunned, not just at that horrific talk of us having
sex, as if I really would, but the way she was handling all this.
   "Okay." Uncle agreed, "I can get you that tomorrow." He paused, "Can we
do it tomorrow?"
   "Yes." Mom said, and silenced me with a finger to my lips.  "Its Friday,
my day off at the salon and if you're handing me sixty thousand the club is
on their own.  Ryan doesn't have work or classes, right?"
   "I...Um...was hoping to work, I..."
   "Tomorrow is fine." Mom said, "Any requests?"
   "Dress slutty."
   "That was a given." Mom leaned over the desk and kissed Uncle on the
cheek.  "Just think Malcolm, less than a day away from seeing everything I
have.  Make sure you bring the money and the paper, because you will never
get this offer again."
   "Yes ma'am." He said, with a grin, then looking at me added, "Ryan, You
better get some sleep, because you could be in trouble tomorrow."
   "Not really, because we're not, Hey..." my words were muffled, by mom
leaning over and with no warning kissing me full on the lips.
   I tried to pull away, but she had her hand in my hair.  Her lips pressed
against mine and I gasped when I felt her tongue flick across them, before
releasing me.
   "Just a tease for tomorrow." Mom said to Uncle who looked as stunned as
I felt.
   "Let's go honey."
   Mom turned and headed for the door and with a last look at Uncle, I
wiped my mother's lipstick off with the back of my hand and followed her.
   Chapter Five
   "Are you nuts?" I looked over at mom as she stared straight ahead at the
highway.
   "If saving my family is nuts, then yes." Mom answered.
   I frowned and scratched my head trying to figure out what was going on
here.  Mom couldn't really be willing to go through with this, but she had
uncle drawing up a contract and getting money for her.
   "You really...you really think we're going to have sex, mom?  Do you
know what you just agreed to?"
   Mom glanced over and the red around her eyes and the dark shadows below
them told me that maybe she hadn't.  There was no way she could be thinking
straight right now, but when she spoke, she didn't seem confused at all.
   "Ryan, I know this is...extreme and its wrong and sick and I...I don't
think of you that way honey, trust me."
   "Then why the hell did you say we would?"
   "Sixty thousand reasons." Mom said, "I can get a onetime pay off for
less than what we owe and get the lien off the house.  When dad's money
comes in I can pay off the last two years of your school and have enough
equity in the house to be able to be ready for the girls school, when the
time comes and..."
   "None of that is worth what you want to do." I told her.
   Mom surprised me by cutting across two lanes and pulling in the
breakdown lane.  Throwing the car in drive she said, "When we get home
Katie and Sarah will be there.  I promised them after you left this morning
that the four of us were going to go out to dinner, then the arcade and
have a good time.  That's what we are going to do.  Then I am going to bed
to get some rest and so should you.  So let's talk now, because I am not
doing this once we get home."
   "Do what?  Talk about committing incest?"
   "Ryan..."
   "The house doesn't matter, mom.  It's a damn house.  We can be a happy
family living somewhere else.  We take us with us.  I can take a year from
school if I have to, its..."
   "That house is your father to me.  Don't you understand that?" she
asked, her brown eyes tearing up, "I leave that house it's like leaving
him."
   "You always say I'm what reminds you of dad." I told her, "You say every
time you see me you see..."
   "And you'll be leaving me soon." She said, the tears beginning to flow.
   "I won't leave you, mom.  I..."
   "Yes you will, Ryan.  You will graduate, get a real job and you'll meet
a nice girl and move on and I...I want that for you.  The house is where I
can stay and always remember your father.  We need to save it."
   "Then we talk to that piece of crap again and say just help us or..."
   "He won't give in.  I know he won't.  You heard his sick story, this is
his chance to get something he has wanted his entire life.  He knows I'm
desperate, he...he led me right into it, Ryan."
   "You didn't have to agree!  Plus, Christ, mom, all that nasty talk where
the hell did that come from?"
   "I...I don't know." She wiped at her eyes, "I...look, Ryan I meant what
I said, I was a little more than what your father could handle in...that
way.  So I've spent a lot of time reading and watching...that stuff so I
guess it came out pretty easy."
   "But about us?"
   "It's what he wanted to hear.  I gave him what he wanted.  I made him
give in on the amount I...I'm mad I didn't ask for more, could have gotten
it."
   "We're not getting any of it." I told her, "Because I have news for you
mom.  I'm not going through with this."
   "We have to."
   "No, we..."
   "Yes we do." She leaned over in the car and put her arms around me. 
Pressing her damp cheek to mine she spoke in my ear.  "Ryan, I love you
with all my heart and I know you love me.  Love means sacrifice and I will
sacrifice anything for us and the girls.  Its...it's a couple of hours, a
onetime thing and we'll never talk about it again."
   "Mom, I...I can't do this, and I...I don't understand how you think you
could."
   "I know I can do anything I have to for my family and I know you will
to. When the time comes...we...we'll do what we need to and we...we will be
doing it for love, Ryan.  Not lust, not to give a sick man a thrill, but
for love, understand?"
   "Mom...we can still have love..."
   "Ryan, I need this.  I know...maybe I'm not right in my mind.  I know
that, I'm too tired, too stressed, too heartbroken.  But none of that will
get better the way life is going.  I have to do something.  I'm sure this
will affect me afterwards, but everything else will be better.  I'll be
spending more time with the girls in our house, not working that cesspool
anymore and watching you graduate.  Baby, I...I need this."
   "I...mom I love you." I kissed her cheek.  "I love all of us, but..."
   "Then do this with me, honey."
   "I...I can't." I told her, "You're my mother!"
   "See me the way he said to, just as a woman."
   "You're not and...he wants me to call you mom!" I paused then figuring
there was nothing I could do to make the conversation more absurd threw in;
"I...I won't be able to, you know..."
   "I'll make sure you do." Mom said causing my eyes to open, "I'm a woman,
you're a man.  I'm not worried about that.  Ryan...make me a promise."
   "What?"
   "Tomorrow you promise me we try."
   "But..."
   "That's your promise to me, we try.  My promise will be once we start if
you really feel you can't, say Mom, enough and we stop right there."
   "You sure?  Uncle will be pissed."
   "I'll...make it up to him.  If you leave I'll..."
   "No!" I pulled away from her.  "What kind of crap is that?  Either I do
you or he does?"
   "I...I didn't see it that way, but I need to get some of the money from
him."
   I stared hard at her and she lowered her eyes.  "Fine, you say stop the
whole thing is off, but we start and you try."
   "Okay." I wasn't thrilled with even starting, but all I would have to do
is let things happen long enough to look like I made an effort ad say fuck
it.  "I'll try."
   "A real effort Ryan.  If I think you're playing me, I will let Uncle
have me."
   "Who the hell are you?" I asked, "You don't sound like my mother."
   "I'm exactly what your uncle said a mother is, Ryan.  Everything she has
to be."
   Chapter Six
   I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window, with one thought
racing through my mind; tomorrow I was going to have sex with my mother. 
No, not just have sex with her, but fuck her; really fuck her.  Dirty talk,
different positions, oral sex...my mother was going to blow me and I was
going to go down on her.  Full out, hardcore porn style sex and with my own
mother.
   As if that scenario wasn't disturbing enough, it was going to happen in
front of my disgusting uncle.  What the hell was mom thinking?  I shook my
head as if trying to send the thoughts flying out of my head.  I needed to
try to relax and figure out how the hell I was going to do this.  I had
never seen my mom as anything, but that, the wonderful woman who lovingly
raised me and would do anything-and as I learned today anything meant
anything- to take care of me.
   But tomorrow morning I was somehow supposed to see her as not just my
mother, but a sexual woman.  A woman I was supposed to desire, and treat
like some slutty coed I'd gotten lucky with at a party.  There was no way I
could do this; no way would I be able to do those dirty things to my
mother. I knew there were a lot of people into taboo fantasies, hell we
were going to be performing in front of one of them, but I was never into
that stuff and doubted I could be even if we were alone, never mind with
someone sitting there and more likely than not whacking off as he watched.
   I was doing it again, letting my head spin.  I took a deep breath and
decided to stop thinking about why the hell we were going to do this and
for whom, and tried to focus on tomorrow.  Mom had locked us into this and
although there was always the hope she was laying in her room right now
second guessing it and would change her mind, I needed to try to figure out
how I could get through this.  I'd given my word I would try and I had to
now convince myself to live up to my word.
   Lying back on my bed I closed my eyes and envisioned my mother in that
skimpy schoolgirl outfit.  I forced myself to take the word mother from my
mind and pictured her as Vicky, an attractive older woman who was going to
take me on a wild ride.  I thought of rubbing her feet, as I did so often
when she got home from work, except this time my hands wandered from her
feet to work their way up her legs.
   Mom, no, Vicky, had some damn nice legs, long, well shaped and they
looked even better encased in the white stockings.  Not just the stockings,
but those fuck me heels that went with them.  I pictured my hands sliding
up her stocking clad legs, past her knees and up to her inner thighs,
reaching under her short skirt.  The stockings were thigh highs and my
hands would lightly caress her soft inner thighs.
   M...Vicky would make those soft sounds she always did, when I rubbed her
feet, but this time they would not be sounds of relaxed relief, but moans
of pleasure and anticipation.  She would start breathing heavier and her
red lips would be parted, her dark eyes glazing over as her hips moved,
urging my hand further.
   I would tease her, lingering in one spot and rubbing.  I would work my
hand all the way up between her legs to her lacy white thong, the one I'd
gotten a occasional glimpse of and my hand would be able to go all the way
up to her crotch while still feeling her warm smooth skin.
   My thoughts trailed off when I became aware of my cock beginning to
swell.  I fought back my first reaction, which was to be appalled that I
was getting hard thinking of my mother and instead, placed my hand over my
cock.  I stroked it through my boxers and returned to thinking about Vicky.
   My hand would graze her thong and she would moan and my cock would jump
at how wet she was.  Vicky would raise her leg and place it along the top
of the couch, showing me that thin strip of damp wet material between her
legs and those creamy thighs.  She would grab the edge of her skirt and
lift her hips, pulling the skirt up to her waist.  I would rub her wet
pussy through the thong and she'd moan softly her hips moving, grinding her
pussy into my hand.
   Vicky reached down and slid the thing to the side showing me
her...pussy. Mom's pussy.  My hand stopped, but I whispered;
"Vicky...Vicky's pussy."
   There would be a small patch of brown fuzz just over it, but the rest of
her pussy would be pink and smooth and wet.  Her slender finger would tease
through her wet lips before spreading them open and inviting me to play
with it.  My fingers would replace hers, slipping through the wet folds of
her flesh before easing two of them inside her.  Vicky would moan loudly
and thrust her hips, burying my fingers into her tight wet pussy.
   I placed my thumb on her swollen clit and she whimpered in pleasure as I
rubbed it in slow circles while working my fingers in and out of her moist
flesh.  Her pussy contracted around my fingers making me moan at the
thought of what that would feel like around my throbbing cock.  My cock
wasn't just throbbing in my fantasy, but beneath my hand as well.
   I was fully hard and moaning softly as my hand teased my swollen head
through the underwear.  I slipped my hand into my boxers and wrapping it
around my cock began jerking it.  In my mind Vicky was moaning my name and
as I continued to stroke her clit she unbuttoned her white blouse.  I
watched with my heart pounding and cock aching as she opened it to reveal a
lacy black bra.
   The bra clasped in the front and unhooking it, Vicky eased it apart
until it was barely covering her breasts.
   "You want to see my tits, Ryan?"
   "Yes, please." I whispered.
   "Then tell me what you want"
   "I want to see your..."
   "No," she shook her head, "Say it the way you know I want you to."
   My hand clenched tightly around my cock and I stroked it faster and in
my mind said the words the way I knew I would have to tomorrow,
   "Mom, I want to see your tits."
   "You want to see mommy's tits?" she smiled, "Hmm what a bad boy you are,
but I love that my boy wants his mother!"
   She opened the bra to expose her tits and my cock jerked in my hand.  In
my fantasy Mom's tits were perfect.  On the smaller side, but round and
perky with beautiful pink nipples that were as hard as my cock felt and
seemed to be imploring me to come suck on them.
   "Like them?" she asked, her fingers teasing those nipples.
   "Yes," I whispered this out loud as my cock throbbed in my hand, "I...I
love my mother's tits."
   The words sounded horrible, yet my cock responded, twitching in my hand
and my hips were moving as I jerked off.
   "These tits?" she would lift them up to me, "You love these tits?  You
want to suck on them?"
   "Oh, yes." I moaned, my hand moving faster in both reality and in my
fantasy as I drove my fingers into Vicky...no, my mother's dripping pussy.
   "Then make me cum and I'll let you!" she moaned and moved her hips in
time with my fingers.  "Make mommy cum nice and hard and you can suck my
tits, then..." she licked her lips, her pink tongue tracing her red mouth,
"I'll do some sucking of my own." She moaned and pinched her nipples, "Hmm,
suck on that hard cock of yours, would you like that, mommy sucking on your
cock?"
   My hand was moving faster, both in my thought and between my legs, and
in my mind, mom, yes there was no doubt she was mom now, tossed her head
back and cried out in ecstasy as her son made her cum.  She clamped her
legs around my hand, pinning it to her convulsing pussy and squealed long
and loud.  Her fingers were teasing her small hard nipples and her eyes
were closed as she moaned and writhed on the couch.
   She released a long moan and opening her eyes, sighed, "God I came hard,
my son did a good job making his mother cum, now it's my turn," She pointed
at me, "Stand up"
   I would get off the couch and standing in front of her groaned as she
sat up and unzipped my jeans.  I cupped her firm tits and she moaned as I
played with them while she pulled my pants down.  My cock sprang free and
licking her lips, mom whispered, "Oh, is this big hard dick all for mommy?"
Even in my fantasy all I could manage was to nod and as she took my cock in
her hand and lowered her head she asked, "Tell mommy what you want."
   "M..mom I want you to...suck my cock!"
   My hand was rapidly pumping my cock as my mind's eye watched my mother
lower her mouth to my swollen purple head.  Her brown eyes were looking up
at me and her pink tongue teasing along the tip of my cock making me
whimper.  With a wink she opened her mouth wide and took me...
   "Stop!" I blurted out loud and pulled my hand from my cock as if it had
been burned.
   I sat up with my heart pounding and stared disgustedly at the large
bulge in my boxers.
   "What the fuck, Ryan?"
   Even though it was what I was trying for I was ashamed that I had been
jerking off to my mother.  More than ashamed, I was concerned that in mid
fantasy it had gone from Vicky to mom and I had gotten more excited.  Clear
as day I heard Uncle Malcolm's voice in my head, telling me every son
wanted his mother and all it took was one time to think of her sexually to
wake up that desire.
   "Shut up, you sick fuck." I muttered, rubbing my temples and wishing my
cock would stop aching and go limp, I'd be damned if I would try jerking
off at this point.
   Was uncle right?  Did every son have a latent desire to be with their
mom, but never knew it because it was something we were told was wrong from
day one?  Do mothers also have that strange feeling to be with their sons?
No, he was a pervert who had spent years directing and producing porn.  He
fueled people's fantasies and had gotten to a point the only thing that
could get him off was something no one would do.  Well unless they were
getting paid sixty grand for it anyway.
   I had to tell mom I couldn't do this.  I shuddered at the way she had
told uncle she could persuade me if she had to.  There was no way I would
let mom do that to me, especially for that piece of shit.  I had to get her
to see reason, we could find a nice apartment, I could take time away from
school and Billy and Katie would make new friends and learn to like a new
school.  We could...I looked up at a knock.
   "Hey Ryan, can I come in?" Mom asked from the other side of the door.
   "Um, hold on." I slid up to the headboard and leaning back against it,
pulled the sheet up to my waist to cover my still semi hard cock, "Okay,
come on in."
   Mom entered the room and in the dim light cast by the small lamp on my
nightstand I saw she was wearing a short red silk robe.  The robe was as
short as any of her work outfits and I wondered if she were getting used to
dressing like that.  When she closed the door, Mom thumbed the lock on my
door and turning, walked slowly over to the bed.
   The robe was loosely tied and showing a lot of the smooth white skin of
her chest as well as an uncomfortable amount of cleavage.  My eyes dropped
to her long legs and to my dismay I thought of my fantasy from moments ago
and felt my cock twitch.  I blinked, trying to clear Uncle's bullshit from
my head.
   "What's up, mom?"
   "You are, I see." She smiled down at me as she sat on the edge of my bed
next to me.
   Mom drew one of her legs up onto the bed, so it was bent in front of her
while her other foot was on the floor.  I'd seen her sit like this
countless times, but at no other time was she dressed like this and the
robe slid up her inner thigh and I swore if I tried I would be able to see
straight up between her legs.  I lifted my gaze, once again noting the
amount of exposed chest before reaching her face.
   At least her face looked normal, mom wasn't wearing any make up and her
long hair was pulled into a pony tail.  "Ryan?"
   "It's only ten thirty." I told her, "You should be the one sleeping."
   "Seems I have things on my mind." She put her hand on my arm, "You too."
   "Yeah, school, work schedule, having sex with my mom, you know, little
things."
   "Me too." She agreed.  "I talked to your uncle an hour ago.  He has
something for me to sign and said he has the cash and the check.  He booked
a room at the Biltmore and wants to know if eleven is okay tomorrow."
   "I'm busy.  In fact I'm busy the next twenty years."
   "I said it would be fine."
   "I get no say I guess."
   "You made me a promise."
   "I know.  I'm...just not too excited about this."
   "I know, honey." Mom touched my cheek then sat back and was quiet for a
moment, "You know Ryan, tomorrow...you know what he wants."
   "He made it pretty clear."
   "Its not going to be easy and not just because its sex, but he is going
to want dirty talk and really play up that I'm your mother.  He's looking
for his fantasy, Ryan, but he is looking to humiliate me during it. 
Looking for me to be degrading and slutty.  He's always wanted me and this
is as close as he gets so...be prepared for that."
   "Mom, I..."
   "Remember." Mom leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, "What we do is
with and for love.  Okay?"
   "I guess." She kissed my cheek again, but closer to my lips and much
more softly
   "Words are words and sex is sex, especially for him.  But for us?  This
is an act of love and sacrifice."
   "Right." I whispered as her next kiss brushed my lips.
   "I...I want you to relax Ryan.  I'm going to kiss you, a real kiss."
   "What?" I started to sit up, but she put her hand on my chest, holding
me down.
   "I don't want tomorrow to be the first time we touch.  I want you to be
a little less nervous and same for me.  Now kiss me."
   Mom pressed her lips softly against mine and I sat there frozen.
   "Come on, Ryan." She said softly, "Give your mother a kiss."
   Mom kissed me again and I forced myself to kiss her back.  I was going
for a soft peck, but mom leaned into me, pushing me back into the headboard
and I had nowhere to go.  Her lips caressed mine and she slid them back and
forth, placing soft teasing kisses on my mouth.  I could smell her perfume
and was aware of her breasts pressing against my chest through the thin
material of the robe.
   Not just her breasts, but her nipples, her hard nipples.  To my chagrin
my cock was swelling and without realizing I was going to do it, I returned
her kiss.  Hesitantly at first, but after feeling how soft her lips were
and driven by what was now a full erection beneath the sheet, I kissed her
harder.  Mom moaned softly in her throat and my cock jumped at the sound.
Mom's lips parted against mine and this time lingered in one spot.
   Figuring, what the hell it was only a kiss, I found myself returning it
with more enthusiasm.  Mom made a sound in her throat that could only be
described as a purr and ran her long nails lightly down my bare chest.  Her
lips were working more forcefully, at this point just about devouring my
mouth and her aggressiveness caused another surge between my legs.
   I parted my lips to try to capture hers and mom's tongue immediately
plunged into my mouth.  I gasped and my first reaction was how wrong this
was, but within seconds that was replaced by the fact that my mother's soft
wet tongue felt pretty damn good caressing mine.  I swirled my tongue
against hers and this time it was a soft whimper that escaped her when I
teased the roof of her mouth with my tongue.
   Mom's hand ran through my hair and curling her fingers into it, held me
in place as her tongue continued to probe my mouth.  As our kiss picked up
intensity, I raised my arms and tentatively placed them around her.  Mom
sighed into our kiss as I rubbed her back through the silky material.
   Mom's lips withdrew from mine and I was shocked to find I was
disappointed.
   "See, baby?  Not so bad is it?" Mom whispered in my ear then kissed my
neck.
   It was a soft kiss, but the feeling of her lips on my neck sent a shiver
through me.
   "Hmm, you like that?" Mom nibbled playfully at my earlobe.
   Her hot breath in my ear coupled with the sensation of her hard nipples
pushing into my chest had my cock throbbing and I was glad for the sheet
covering it.
   "It...feels nice." I told her.
   "Yes, it does." Mom kissed my neck again and this time sucked gently
causing me to moan.
   As she played her tongue along my neck, Mom pulled her other leg up so
she was now kneeling on the bed and leaning over me.  Her lips still on my
neck, mom grabbed the sheet and tossed it off of me.  Her hand grabbed my
cock through my boxers and I cried out in surprise.
   "Oh, I guess it does feel nice." Mom purred in my ear and squeezed my
cock, "Look at you, look how hard you are for me."
   "M..mom...I'm sorry." I whispered, "I..."
   "Don't be.  It's what I want; I want my son to be nice and hard for me,
to show me how much he wants me."
   "But I..."
   "Shhh," she breathed in my ear.  "Just relax and let it happen, Ryan. 
Just let your body respond to me."
   Mom trailed her lips lightly down my neck, before switching to the other
side.  My hand's slipped down to her hips and I had the overwhelming urge
to grab the ties of her robe and pull it open.  Instead I kept them on her
hips as her mouth worked along my neck and she slowly stroked my cock
through my underwear.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I yelled at myself
to move her hand and tell her to leave, but...my cock was aching and her
lips felt amazing.
   Mom swung her leg over mine so she was straddling my thigh and when she
let her weight go...
   "Oh, god, mom," I groaned at feeling of her hot wet...pussy on my thigh.
"Y...you're not..."
   "Wearing any panties" she sighed in my ear, "Guess your mommy's a bad
girl isn't she?"
   I wasn't able to answer as she rocked her hips, sliding her wet flesh
along my leg.  I could feel my thigh getting sticky as she worked her bare
pussy against my leg while stroking my cock faster.  I was aware of my hips
moving into her hand and now caught up in the moment, I grabbed her
ponytail and easing her head back sought her lips with mine.
   "Hmm" Mom encouraged me as I kissed her hard.
   Speaking of hard, my cock felt like it was ready to explode and I moved
my hips faster into her touch.
   "Yeah, baby?" she moaned, "That feel good?  You like me playing with
your cock?"
   "Oh...Oh, yes." I whimpered as she squeezed it harder.
   "Damn, you're so hard." She moaned, "That's why I'm so wet, just
thinking about how good this cock is going to feel." She flicked her tongue
out across my lips, "And taste."
   "Oh, Mom." I moaned as she pumped my cock faster.
   "But not tonight, that will be for tomorrow." I moaned in frustration as
she removed her hand.  "Aww, does my baby need to come?"
   "I...I don't...I shouldn't...I...Oh!"
   Mom had sat up and grabbing my hands placed them over her breasts.  I
felt her hard nipples poking into my palms and was amazed at how round and
firm her tits were beneath my touch.
   "Go ahead, baby, play with them."
   Again I was telling myself to stop, but couldn't.  I stared at my hands
on my mother's tits as if they were strangers.  But nonetheless continued
to stroke her nipples and fondle her breasts through the robe.
   "Hmm, that's nice, just the nipples, tease them." She moaned as I caught
her nipples between my fingers and caressed them.  "Yes." She moaned, "That
feels so good.  I bet you want to see them don't you?"
   "I...no." I managed to answer and it as a lie.  Right now with her on
top of me and her hand on me I found myself, for the first time in my life
wanting to see my mother's body.
   "You don't want to see them?" Mom pushed her lips into a pout, "I
thought you'd want to."
   "I...I'm not supposed to." I said as much to myself as to her.
   "You're not supposed to be hard either, but," She rubbed my cock causing
me to moan, "Look how hard you are."
   "Mom, please."
   "Tell me you'd like to see them" she put her hands over mine, pushing
them harder into her tits.  "You know you want to.  Stop being a good son
and..." she winked, "Be a really good son."
   "I..." I swallowed hard as I continued to fondle her through the robe,
what the hell I was already touching them.  "M...Mom, can I see your tits?"
   "No." She said, "Not tonight."
   "W...why?" I asked, confused.
   "Because your Uncle is an expert in lust and a damn movie director.  If
you see them tonight you won't look so surprised." She pushed my hands
against her tits harder, "And wanting them as badly.  Sorry, baby, but you
have to wait until tomorrow."
   "Mom...Please..." I whimpered as she lowered her hand back to my cock,
"Please stop.  I..."
   "You want to cum, baby?" She smiled down at me, "I'll let you cum for
me, but just my hand, you have to wait until tomorrow for my lips," she
squeezed my cock and I moaned at the feeling of pre cum squirting from the
tip, "Both sets."
   Her hand moved faster and as wrong as I knew it was I whispered, "Please
stop teasing."
   "Hmmm, I like that." Mom released my cock and grabbed the sides of my
boxers and pulled them down over my cock.  "I like this even better."
   "Mom, I oh, damn."
   Mom had grabbed my now bare cock and her soft hand felt damn good around
my hard shaft.  She slowly stroked it and I gasped when she rubbed her palm
over the sensitive head.  She lifted her hand and I saw a trail of pre cum
hanging from her palm.
   "Look at that." She purred, "That'll look even better from my tongue
tomorrow won't it?"
   My answer was swallowed up by a groan when she grabbed my cock once more
and stroked it faster than before.  Her hand was now slick from my sticky
fluid and it felt even better than before.  Even as my hips rocked into her
hands a part of me was still in shock at the sight of my mother's long
slender fingers wrapped around my swollen dick.
   "Tell you what, baby, big cocks must run in the family.  Your Uncle made
a living with his and this is nothing to be ashamed of." She gave it a
squeeze.  "It's been a long time for me, I bet this is going to be a nice
tight fit in your mother's pussy."
   My cock twitched in her hand at the way she said that.  This was wrong,
so wrong and I knew it.  But her hand felt so good and her hot wet flesh on
my thigh was driving me crazy, damn she was wet.  Her tits felt amazing
under the robe and she was right, I wanted to see them so bad!  See them,
suck on them..."
   "Hmm this cock feels so good." She sighed, "I'm so horny.  Baby, I think
you should help your mommy cum.
   "What?" I asked, my eyes widening.
   "Well if I'm going to make my son cum shouldn't he return the favor?"
She took my right hand in hers and I didn't resist as she guided it down
and between her legs.
   "Mom, what are you, Jesus!"
   I cried out in surprise when she rose up from my thigh and shoved my
hand up under her robe.  My fingers slipped through her soft wet flesh and
the moan she released at my touch caused my cock to jump against her hand.
   "Oh." she groaned, moving my hand back and forth so my fingers slid
through her wet pussy lips "Oh, honey, that feels good."
   There was a part of me that wondered if her reaction was exaggerated for
my benefit-and maybe some practice for tomorrow's show-but the rest of me
was thrilled at the sound of her pleasure.  She let my hand go, but I
continued to caress her, marveling at how wet she was.  Mom's hand slowed
on my cock while her hips rocked, helping my fingers work her pussy.
   "Just..." she paused to moan when my fingers grazed her swollen clit,
"Just like my tits you can't see her or taste her until tomorrow, but I
want you to feel me, feel how wet I am, feel how horny playing with my son
makes me!"
   Again, was this a rehearsal for tomorrow, was she forcing these words?
Regardless, her pussy was wetter than that of any the girls I'd been with
and the fact it was my mother's pussy...?  Even as mom ground her hips into
my hand and stroked my aching cock, one thought raced through my mind; my
fucking Uncle was right!  I had barely put up a fight and was not far from
cumming from my mother's touch!
   "My clit." Mom moaned, "Rub my clit, honey, make your mother come." She
leaned over and whispered in my ear, "One rule, baby, mommy cums first, at
least tonight."
   She sat back up and slid her pussy back until the two fingers I had
between her lips were on her hard button.  She released my cock and was now
just lightly running her finger nails along my shaft.  I whimpered at the
tease and mom said, "Then make me cum, faster I do, faster you do."
   She followed up those words by cupping my balls and gently massaging
them.  No longer even trying to pretend I didn't want to, I rubbed my
fingers in hard fast circles on her clit and mom's reaction caused my cock
to twitch up and down.
   "Oh, fuck." She groaned, "Oh, yes!  Oh...Ryan, honey, just like that!"
her hips ground faster into my hand and she continued moaning, "Its...oh,
its been so long since anyone's made me come!  God this is better than a
toy!"
   Mom's words, and her playing with my balls, sent my fingers moving as
fast and hard as I dared.  I was so focused on her pussy that I'd lost
track of the fact my hand was still on her breast.  I resumed fondling it
and mom responded to my touch by bouncing up and down on my hand and making
high pitched yelping noises.  I looked up at her face and saw her eyes were
closed, her lips parted and there was a light sheen of sweat on her face
and chest.  She was yelping louder and faster and her thighs tightened
around my legs.
   I stared at her, transfixed by the sight of my mother nearing an orgasm,
and one from her son, and moved my fingers side to side instead of in
circles.  Mom gasped and placing her hand inside her robe grabbed her other
tit.  She was breathing hard and whispered, "My nipple, honey, squeeze it."
   I found her swollen nipple through her robe and squeezed it gently.  Mom
whimpered, "Harder" I hesitated, but when she squeezed my balls more firmly
as a sign of what she wanted, I pinched her nipple.  The effect was
immediate and the hottest thing I'd ever seen.  Mom threw her head back and
released a long loud squeal that even as hot as I was made me worry about
the girls hearing her.
   Mom started driving her hips downward into my hand and her hand was bust
on her tit as she let loose with a series of high pitched squeals.  Her
thighs were squeezing mine and her pussy was quivering against my hand as
she came hard at her son's touch.
   "Oh...Oh fuck!" Mom moaned as her hips slowed and her hand slipped out
of her robe.  "Honey, that felt so good." She sighed and smiled at me,
"Have I told you what a good son you are?"
   "I...damn mom." Was all I could come up with.
   "Hmm, speaking of damn." She grabbed my cock with her free hand, "This
is a damn fine cock."
   "You...you don't have to do that." I lied as she pumped my cock with
long slow strokes while rubbing my balls.
   "Of course I do.  A mother has to take care of her son doesn't she?" she
sighed as she jerked me off faster, "Especially after he was so good to
me."
   I watched her stroke my cock and moaned as much from the sight of her
hand wrapped around my shaft as to how good it felt.  I'd been excited
since my sick fantasy that had somehow, in a matter of minutes turned into
a reality.
   "You're so hard." She purred, "I can feel it throbbing in my hand," her
fingers tickled my balls and my hips rocked into her hand.  "My baby's
coming to cum nice and hard for his mother, isn't he?"
   "Oh..I...oh yeah." I groaned.
   "Tell me." She slowed her hand down, "Tell me what you want or I'll
stop."
   "Mom...I...can't." I whimpered.
   "Fine, then I stop." She stopped moving her hand and when I thrust my
hips she removed it from my cock.
   "Please!" I moaned, "Please I...I need to."
   "Tell me." She said a serious look on her face, "Tell me what you want,
Ryan or I'll leave you like this."
   "I...mom will you please make me cum?"
   "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She resumed jerking me off, this time
much faster than before.  "But this cock is, isn't it?  Yes it is, nice and
long and thick and hard and all for your mother, your sexy slutty mother
who's sitting here giving her son a hand job and wishing you were in my
mouth."
   "Oh, fuck." I moaned, my hips moving uncontrollably and my balls
tightening as they prepared to explode.
   "Hmm, you like that idea?  You like picturing your slutty mother on her
knees with your big dick in her mouth?  Her son's big dick?" She moaned and
ran her tongue across her lips, "Suck it until you beg me to cum, no, not
beg, until you tell me to make you cum.  How would that be?  Telling your
slut mother to suck your fucking cock until you cum in my hot mouth? 
You..."
   "Oh, fuck!" I called out as my cock erupted in my mother's hand.
   "Oh, yes!" Mom exclaimed as a long thick spurt of cum squirted from the
tip of my cock and landed on her arm and thigh.  "Look at all of that cum!"
   She pumped me hard and fast and I moaned as my cock continued to spurt,
spraying cum over the both of us.  The last spurts trickled down my shaft
and I gasped as she used it as lube and ket stroking me, smearing my cum
into my hard shaft.  When I thought I had nothing left, she squeezed my
cock hard enough to cause me to groan as she managed to milk a couple of
more drops from me.
   "Wow." She released my cock and looked down at her dripping hand and the
strips of white sticky fluid on her arm and the top of her thigh.  "That's
a lot of cum!  Youth and enthusiasm." She winked, "No wonder some of my
friends like them young."
   "Oh my God." I breathed, my heart pounding as I stared down at my now
semi hard, but still oozing cock.
   "Like that, baby?" Mom slid down the bed, her wet pussy leaving a trail
down my leg, and standing up, looked around before grabbing one of my
t-shirts from a chair next to my desk.
   She wiped the cum from her hands and coming over to me caused me to gasp
when she wrapped the soft shirt around my cock and wiped it off.  She
rubbed it across my balls and sighed dramatically, "Even in bed I guess I
have to clean up after you."
   "Mom, I...I can't believe we just..."
   "Shhh." She tossed the shirt in the basket in the corner and getting on
the bed lay on her side next to me.  "Its fine, baby, we...after tomorrow
we will never talk about this okay?"
   "I...I guess, but we still...what we did..."
   "Was with love honey." She kissed my cheek softly, "The act itself
was...is wrong, but we did it for all the right reasons, that's what counts
and no one will ever know."
   "We...we didn't have to tonight, though and..."
   "Yes we did, honey." She touched my cheek, "Roll over so I can look at
you."
   I started to move and realized my cock was still hanging out.  For some
reason, probably because the heat of the moment was over, I felt
embarrassed and blushed as I pulled my underwear up.
   "You're so sweet." Mom laughed.
   "I don't feel sweet." I looked away from her, "Sweet sons don't let
their mother give them a hand job."
   "And I suppose most would say good mothers don't give them out." For the
first time since she entered the room, she'd lost that confident look and
seemed to be trying not to get upset.  "But most aren't as desperate as I
am.  I'm sorry, Ryan." She put her head down, but not before I saw her eyes
filling up.
   "Hey, mom, don't cry." I rolled onto my side and put my arm around her
shoulder, "Please, don't be upset, I mean, look I could have fought a lot
more than I did, I...its my fault and.."
   "No." she raised her eyes to mine and my heart broke at the sight of the
tears on her cheeks "It's me, Ryan.  Your Uncle...he...he's right in a
way."
   I knew what she meant, but didn't want to admit it, and simply said, "I
don't think so."
   "No, he is.  I'm your mother, Ryan, but I'm also an older woman who is
attractive and I...I know how to use what I have.  I've spent months
shaking my ass for tips and playing the guys to get those tips.  I...I
seduced a young man tonight is what I did."
   "I came in here and took advantage of you and the reason you could not
tell me know is the very reason you should say no, because I'm your mother.
You were raised to obey me, no matter what."
   "No, this was different, Mom I should have said no and..."
   "Ryan, we had to do this tonight.  That's why I came in here.  Tomorrow
couldn't be the first time you saw me as a woman.  It wouldn't work with
the pressure of him being there.  Tonight was important for both us.  For
me so I know I can take the lead and...and make sure you can do what you
need to and for you to see that...that wrong as it is, we can do this and
it feels good.  That we can forget to a degree who we are and
just...enjoy."
   "Mom, can I ask you a question?"
   "Ryan, you just had your hand in my pussy I think you can ask pretty
much anything at this point."
   "Were you..." I paused, then figured, she was right, what would a simple
question mean at this point?  "Were you really as into it as you were
acting or was it, you know, just an act?"
   "I..." She lowered her eyes, "The dirty talk was pretty much an act,
it's what he wants to hear tomorrow, but...I...I liked you touching me and
I liked making you feel good." She gave me a rueful smile, "I don't think
you could have been pretending, things don't work if you're not turned on."
   I blushed again, "Sorry, mom.  I...you're right about him having a point
it was...kind of...sexy."
   "Good." She said, then added quickly, "Good for tomorrow I mean.  If we
get through it we're in the clear baby."
   "I know.  So..." I had to know, "You didn't fake...what happened?"
   "You mean did I really come?" To my surprise, it was her turn to blush,
"That wasn't an act.  I thought I was going to have to, but...it has been a
long time Ryan, dad's been gone for a few months and he was very sick for
months before that.  I...wasn't faking; it was nice to be touched." She ran
her hand along my cheek, "Especially by someone who cares about me, even
though it's not that way."
   "Well..."
   "Ryan, let's drop this for now and I'll make a deal.  After tomorrow if
you want to talk about what we did to just get it out of our minds, fine,
but right now that's not what I want.  We proved we can let nature take its
course," she laughed, "Or the unnatural.  So how about we just go to
sleep?"
   "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."
   "I want to stay here." Moms said, softly, "Is that okay?"
   "You...you want to sleep with me?"
   "Yes." She nodded, "We were very...dirty just now and I want to, I just
want to be close to you after that, it will make me feel better."
   "Sure." I kissed her cheek, "Just don't hog the blankets okay?"
   "That won't be a problem." She said pushing my shoulder and causing me
to roll over on my back, "I plan on being very close to you."
   Mom stayed on her side, but slid over against me and put her arms around
my waist and rested her head on my shoulder.  "This okay?"
   "Um...yeah." I answered, putting my arm around her shoulders and holding
her close to me, "It feels good."
   "It does." She sighed, her breath hot on my chest, "Been awhile since
someone's held me.  I miss it.  Good night, honey."
   "Good night mom." I kissed the top of her head and closing my eyes tried
to fall asleep.
   My mind wouldn't stop racing; replaying the taboo encounter I had just
shared with my mother and wondering what tomorrow would bring.  Apparently
mom had no trouble falling asleep as within minutes she was breathing
deeply and her body had relaxed into mine.  Her hair was in my face and
Inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of her strawberry shampoo.  She felt
good against me and I squeezed her tighter.
   Mom made a happy little cooing sound that made me smile, and then draped
her bare leg over mine.  My smile disappeared at the feeling of her warm
leg.  She had drawn closer to me and I felt the heat between her legs
against the side of my thigh.  She was still wet and to my chagrin my cock
stirred beneath the sheet.  I became aware of her breasts pressing against
me and wondered what they looked like, on that note, what her pussy looked
like.
   The thought I would see all that and more tomorrow caused my cock to
continue to grow.  Despite how wrong tomorrow was going to be I found
myself thinking more in terms of what it was going to be like to be even
dirtier with my mother than we had been tonight.
   "Sick fuck." I whispered into the darkness.  "What the hell was wrong
with me?  Mom was doing what she had to and I was along for the ride. 
After tomorrow things would go back to normal, no, better than normal,
because that money was going to get her out of the club and take a lot of
worry from her.  After the one time we would do the best we could to forget
this sick situation.
   Mom's hair was tickling my cheek and turning my head, I rubbed at my
face.  My hand stopped when I caught a whiff of mom's pussy on my fingers.
I held my fingers under my nose and feeling like a pig, but unable to stop
myself, "I took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet forbidden scent.  My cock
jumped and figuring things couldn't get any sicker, I slipped my fingers
into my mouth and sucked on them.
   I sighed and held them in my mouth, savoring the taste of her pussy and
laying there, with my mother's body pressed against mine, I found myself
recalling Uncle's story about how badly he wanted his mother.  Suddenly I
had a hard time thinking he was sick as I had said he was.
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