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Video Desires (MF, exh, inc)
By Robert Steele

*****

It had been a long drive and Travis sighed with relief as he pulled 
into the driveway.

Thankful that the summer season was upon him and his studies at 
college would wait for a couple of months, he smiled as he once 
again pondered how he was going to waste his summer by pursuing 
pleasure.

As he turned off the car's ignition, he looked up as the front door 
opened and his mother stepped out into the evening sun. Stepping 
out of the car and closing the door, Travis walked slowly to where 
his mother stood waiting for him at the edge of the porch. Reaching 
the foot of the steps, he hesitated as he beheld the changes in his 
mother.

Seeing her son's hesitation, Diane smiled as she struck a seductive 
pose.

"You like the new me?" She asked with a slight giggle in her voice.

"Wow! What did you do, find the fountain of youth?" 

Diane Singer smiled as she remembered how she looked when she had 
last seen her son, Travis almost eighteen months ago. After her 
divorce almost four years ago, Diane had allowed herself to go to 
hell by gaining weight and drinking heavily. When Travis had gone 
upstate to college, she had awakened one day with the realization 
she was allowing her past to ruin her. With an effort of will, she 
had quit drinking, started going to the gym, reducing her dress 
size to a ten, and had colored her once grayish blonde hair to the 
soft auburn it was now. She had also begun to take special care in 
how she looked and dressed.

"It's amazing what a fresh shave and a shower will do, huh Travis?" 
She laughed.

"I guess," Travis acknowledged as he looked over her lithe form 
with appreciation. "One would never guess you are thirty-nine years 
old, Mom. Hell, you look like you need ID just to buy beer!"

"Not so, young man, but thank you for saying so," Diane said as she 
stepped down to hug her son.

"Lets get you stuff inside. I have dinner almost ready." Diane said 
as she released him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

They chit chatted as they walked to the rear of his old Chevy and 
began to remove the suitcases and boxes contained in the trunk. 
Once everything had been moved to the house, Travis began to unpack 
a couple of the boxes.

"I have something here you might like," Travis said with a smile as 
he removed a rectangular device from the bottom of one box.

"I know you always wanted one, so I picked this VCR up from one of 
the guys at school. He graduated this year and felt he wouldn't be 
needing it any more."

"Cool! I guess now we will have to go rent some movies, huh?" Diane 
said.

"I already have some. Here is "Gone With the Wind" and "Jaws", and 
there are some more in here that I don't know what they are."

Travis walked over to the TV and began to hook the device up. "You 
go ahead and finish dinner while I put some of this stuff away."

Diane noticed one particular box that was taped together. 

"What's in there?" She asked pointing to it.

Travis blushed slightly and then said in an off hand manner, "Oh, 
just some personal stuff, you know, letters, pictures, etc."

Diane smiled as she noticed his discomfiture. "Oh, girlfriend 
stuff, huh?"

"Yeah, well sorta." Travis mumbled.

The rest of the evening passed as they got reacquainted and caught 
up on old times. During the process, Travis learned his mother 
wasn't dating anyone and didn't particularly care to start. He also 
divulged that though he had some girlfriends at school, he really 
didn't do much dating either as he didn't have the time nor the 
money. Diane was sad about that as it took all she could afford to 
help pay his tuition while he worked to pay the rest of expenses at 
college.

The next couple of weeks passed quickly as Travis relaxed for a 
while and then found a part- time job at a gas station. Then a 
series of events transpired that was to change them both forever.



One Saturday afternoon while cleaning the house, Diane she would do 
Travis a favor and thoroughly clean his room. Up till now she had 
pretty much stayed out of it, deferring to his sense of privacy. As 
she vacuumed the floor under the bed, she felt a thump as the floor 
attachment struck something solid. Bending down, she looked under 
the bed to see what it might be that she hit.

She saw a small box, the one that had been taped together when he 
had first come home.

Now, however, the tape was removed. At once curious, she pulled the 
box out from under the bed.

"I wonder what it is that he feels he has to hide under here." She 
thought. 

Slowly she opened the box. Inside were a couple of porno mags 
laying on top of another small box. Smiling, she picked up one of 
the magazines and opened it up.

The magazines were hard core rags devoted mostly to pictures of 
women masturbating with fingers, toys and sometimes different 
vegetable products.

"Whoa!" She exclaimed. "I wouldn't have expected this."

The next magazine was a little more ragged around the edges than 
the first. It had obviously seen a lot of use. This one was similar 
to the first but the women in the pictures were older and more 
mature. One page was loose and fell to the floor. Diane picked it 
up and looked at it. It was a picture of a man and a woman, seated 
next to each other on a couch. They were both nude and busy 
masturbating themselves while closely watching each other's 
activities. The woman appeared to be in her thirties while the man 
was young, barely out of his teens.

Diane felt the page in her hand. There were a couple of wrinkled 
places in hit that appeared to have gotten wet at one time.

"This must be his favorite jerk-off picture." She mused aloud.

Staring at the picture, Diane was startled by the sudden vision she 
had in her mind. For a moment she was picturing her son, standing 
over the picture with his cock in his hand, shooting his jism on 
the page. Shaking her head as if that would clear the vision from 
her mind, she carefully placed the picture back into the magazine.

As she placed it on the floor, she noticed the smaller box within 
the larger one.

Carefully she opened it. Inside were two video tapes. One was in a 
commercial box, the cover of which depicted several women 
masturbating with fingers and dildos. The other was unmarked. As 
she extracted it from the box, a small piece of folded paper fell 
out into her hand. As she unfolded it, she began to read.

"Thank you for responding to our ad. As we stated in our ad, my 
wife loves to show off and masturbate while being watched by men 
and women. It really gets her hot to know she is turning people on 
so much that they have to masturbate also. Her favorite thing is to 
go to porno movies and Jill-off while people around her watch and 
do the same thing. She also likes for guys to come on her tits. 
This always drives her over the edge. We hope you enjoy the video 
as much as we did making it. Warm regards, Laura and Bill."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Diane said aloud as she read the note 
again.

Holding the tape in her hand, she stared at the doorway to the 
room. Then she remembered the blush on Travis' face as he responded 
to her inquiry about the box. Now she understood even better than 
she did when she saw the magazines.

"Well, I guess I know what gets him off," She thought to herself.

As she started to put everything back in the box, she hesitated.

"I wonder what is on that tape?"

Looking at her watch, she realized that it would be a couple of 
hours before Travis got home. "Hmmm, plenty of time."

Standing up, Diane strode purposely out of the room, tape in hand. 
A few moments later she had it in the VCR. As she settled back on 
the couch, she hit the play button.

The video opened up with a petite blonde of about thirty-five 
opening a front door to allow three men and a dark-haired woman 
into the house. Two of the men were middle aged.

The third was much younger, though his face didn't come into view. 
The woman appeared to be in her early forties and the wife of one 
of the men. As they seated themselves on the couch, the blonde 
served beverages.

Soon, the blonde took a seat in a chair across from the visitors. 
As she did so her short summer dress rode up her thighs. She then 
began to talk about how hot the day was and how the heat affected 
her libido. Soon, she began to caress her breasts as she freed them 
from the loose fitting dress. She appeared to be engrossed in her 
activities as she allowed on hand to pull up her skirt and explore 
her panty clad pussy. She then looked up and asked the guests if 
they would like to get more comfortable.

Diane watched in amazement as the blonde began to masturbate 
herself. The camera panned across the room to reveal that the two 
middle aged men who were sitting on either side of the other woman 
had their pants down and were stroking their cocks while the woman 
had her skirt up, hands busy between her legs. The younger man was 
sitting to the side in one of the other chairs. His cock was out 
and he was stroking it lovingly.

Diane squirmed on the couch. Without realizing it, her hand had 
descended to her own pussy and was pushing on her mound.

Soon, everyone in the room was nude. The dark-haired woman had 
extracted a small curved dildo from her purse and was fucking 
herself with it as she gazed at the blonde who was very into her 
own masturbation. Most of the video seemed to focus on her, but 
once in a while it would pan across the room to show what the 
others were doing.

By now, Diane was fully aroused. She hadn't had sex or masturbated 
in years and was rediscovering the delicious sensations her own sex 
was capable of. Slowly she removed her shorts and panties. She 
spread her legs as she slid her ass to the edge of the couch and 
inserted her middle finger into her moist pussy. Her left hand 
started to pinch her nipples as she watched the video while her 
right hand played in the froth of her arousal.

"Damn, this is really something else!" Diane exclaimed as the 
beginnings of a small orgasm enveloped her. Plunging her middle 
finger deep inside herself, she hooked it forward a little to rub 
that special spot she had almost forgotten about. Then it hit. With 
a cry, she brought both hands to bear on her now soaking sex. Her 
stomach muscles rippled as she experienced her first orgasm in many 
years.

As her spasms waned, she once again turned her attention to the 
video. By now, the two older men had stood up and were standing 
over the masturbating blonde. The audio was filled with groans, 
moans and grunts as the men jerked their cocks while the blonde 
rubbed her pussy. As they started to ejaculate, Diane once again 
began her own pussy play.

Suddenly, she reached over and his the pause button. "I need 
something inside me besides my fingers," She mumbled aloud as she 
shakily stood up. Walking to the kitchen, she pulled her halter 
over her head and allowed it to fall to the floor. Standing in the 
doorway she paused to reflect. 

"What can I use for a fake cock?"

Then thinking of the pictures upstairs in Travis' room, she 
remembered the vegetables.

"Yes, that'll work." She said as she walked over to the sink and 
picked up the cucumber she had cleaned for tonight's salad. 
Brandishing it in her right hand she hurried back into the living 
room. Once again settled down on the couch, she rewound the tape 
back to where the men got up off the couch and walked over to the 
blonde in the chair.

After thoroughly lubing up the cucumber with a combination of her 
saliva and the sauce from her over-heated pussy, she slowly eased 
it into her depths. Once the cucumber was thoroughly ensconced in 
her pulsing cunt, she hit the play button. As the men stroked their 
cocks, she slid the vegetable in and out of herself in time with 
their strokes. As the men came again, Diane felt the rumblings of 
another approaching orgasm. Then the video panned over to the couch 
where the young man was now sitting next to the other woman. He was 
a slumped down on the couch as she was. Both of them were furiously 
masturbating themselves. Their eyes were riveted to each other's 
crotch. Diane thrusted faster.

It took a moment for it to sink in, so involved was she in the 
display before her. But just as she started to cum again she 
recognized the young man on the screen, for it was the first time 
that his face had been exposed to the camera.

The young man was Travis! There he was, wanking an impressive piece 
of meat while he watched this woman fuck herself with her dildo. 
Diane froze, the cucumber forgotten as she watched her son. Travis' 
face was filled with lust. His mouth hung loose as gaped at the 
woman's hand which was moving at a blurring speed. The woman 
brought her other hand down and started rubbing her clit as the 
dildo slopped in and out of her gaping hole. Travis brought his 
other hand down and cupped his balls. Then he spoke.

"Yes Mom, fuck yourself! Make yourself cum for me!"

Diane gasped. Quickly she paused the tape and rewound it a few feet 
so she could hear it again.

"Yes Mom, fuck yourself! Make yourself cum for me!" Travis once 
again said in a guttural voice.

Diane once again paused the tape. Then she just laid there and 
stared off in space for a minute. She recalled the pictures in 
Travis' room and especially the one where the young man and older 
woman were masturbating together on the sofa. That combined with 
what she just heard on the video answered the question that had 
arisen earlier in her mind.

"He's fantasizing about me!" Diane gasped. "My son has erotic 
fantasies about me. What a concept."

As she lay there thinking her hand idly returned to it's 
manipulation of the cucumber.

Somehow, the idea that her son fantasized about her turned her on. 
Without warning the VCR took itself off pause (as it was designed 
to do) and the video continued. Diane's eyes were once again drawn 
to the lascivious display on the TV screen.

"Oh yeah, my cock is gonna explode, Mom," Travis said. 

"Lemme know when you are going to cum."

"Oh Baby, I love for you to watch me fuck myself. Shoot your hot 
cum all over me. I wanna see it splash on my tits!" The woman on 
the screen said throatily.

Unknown to Diane, Travis had gotten of work early as they were 
shutting down the gas pumps for repair. As he pulled his car into 
the driveway he noticed his Mom's car still parked there. He knew 
she had planned to go shopping this afternoon, so he figured she 
had already gone or was taking a nap. He decided that if she were 
in fact taking a nap he would let himself in quietly. As the front 
door closed softly behind him, he walked slowly toward the living 
room. As he approached the doorway he heard voices.

".......Shoot your hot cum all over me. I wanna see it splash on my 
tits!" A woman's voice said.

""Yessss! Oh yes! You are a nasty boy! You like to watch you mother 
play with herself, don't you Travis?" Diane's voice rang in the 
room.

Travis peeked around the corner of the doorway, afraid of what he 
might see. Realizing that his mother had found his stash of 
pornography, he hesitated. Knowing that hiding would be fruitless, 
he took a deep breath and stepped into the room. What he saw made 
his heart skip a beat and froze him in his tracks.

There was his mother, splayed lewdly on the couch, fucking herself 
with a cucumber while she gazed intently at the TV screen.

"I'm gonna cum!" Travis said on the screen.

"Oh Baby, do it! Jerk that cock off. I'm cumming too!" The woman on 
the screen said.

"Yeah, show me how you do it, Travis. Show your mother how you jack 
off while you think about her naked body." Diane said as her hips 
started bouncing on the couch.

Travis felt as if his cock was going to split the front of his 
pants open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. His 
fantasy come true, In Spades! Frantically, he snatched his zipper 
down and extracted his aching cock from the confines of his 
trousers. He watched avidly as his mother began to cum. "Oh yes, oh 
so very good!

Cummming!" Diane cried out.

Just then Travis bumped into the end table. The noise prompted his 
mother to open her eyes. "Oh My God!" She screamed as she beheld 
her son's presence there in the living room. But her orgasm was not 
to be halted. She continued to thrust the cucumber into her hungry 
snatch, even though she was mortified with shame and embarrassment.

Gradually though, she came down from her high. It was only then 
that she became aware of the fact that Travis was frantically 
jerking his cock as it began to spew it's milky load over the 
living room floor.

After removing the cucumber from its warm nest, she sat up and 
silently waited for Travis to say something. For his part, Travis 
was speechless. Red with the same embarrassment his mother must 
have felt, he slowly walked over to the couch and sat on the far 
end away from his her. Hanging his head, he just looked at the 
white splotches on the hardwood floor.

Finally, he broke the silence. "I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean....."

Seeing her son so deflated almost broke her heart. With a sigh, she 
moved over and sat next to him.

"It is I who should apologize, Travis. I had no business going 
through your personal things."

Then she stopped for a second as she realized the words she been 
had saying just before she came. Now truly mortified, she wondered 
if he had heard them for she realized she would seem even more 
perverse because of her reaction to the video and the fact that her 
son was in it.

Reaching out, she cupped her son's chin in her hand and brought his 
face up to look in his eyes. The smoldering lust she saw there and 
the way he glanced down at her breasts and then at the cucumber 
told her he had heard it all. She noticed his hand as it descended 
once again to his lap. Then she realized he had another erection 
and was slowly starting to stroke it. She returned her gaze to his 
eyes.

"That really got you off, didn't it Travis?"

"It was definitely hot," He said with a slow smile. 

"What did you like the most?" Diane asked coyly.

"Watching you fuck yourself to orgasm while watching the video." He 
said.

"I especially liked the things you said."

"Well, it was a real turn-on to find out you had erotic thoughts 
about me. It was really hot watching you cum on that woman. I just 
couldn't help myself. Travis, I haven't had an orgasm in years!

I haven't dated and I haven't even masturbated since your father 
and I split up." Looking down at his slowly moving hand, she 
continued, "The whole thing was a turn on anyway. 

To be honest with you, I was jilling-off long before I realized it 
was you in the movie. Just watching everyone watching everybody 
else play with themselves was kinda neat. I had never even heard of 
such a thing! Imagine, people wanking off while other people 
watched. That was sick at first but real exciting after I watched 
for a few minutes."

"Oh yeah, Mom. I love to jerk-off. That is one of the reasons I 
didn't date much at school. I would go to the porno movies and 
watch people jerk themselves and each other off. It was real cool 
and cheap too!"

"You mean real people actually go to these movie houses and play 
with themselves in public?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. Well, mostly on Saturday night. Sometimes 
there would be ten or more couples in there. They would throw you 
out of the movie if you were fucking, but for some reason they 
didn't care if you masturbated."

Diane felt her pussy jerk. The most disgusting thing she used to 
imagine, the raincoat crowd as she used to call them, now became 
incredibly exciting. Also, the idea that women also liked to go to 
these movies intrigued her. The thought made her pussy ooze. 
Without thinking, she reached down and gave her clit a little 
flick.

"Mom, are you upset with me?" Travis asked as he watched his 
mother's hand descend to her crotch.

"No, I think not. As a matter of fact, though I think it is a 
little unusual and somewhat perverse, I am actually excited by what 
you have done and what you find arousing." She looked down at his 
slowly moving hand. Then she looked down at her own.

"You wanna get off together?" She asked in a husky voice. "I want 
to watch you as much as you want to watch me."

"Oh yeah! I wanna watch to fuck yourself again."

Diane leaned back and spread her legs apart. "Take off your 
clothes, Travis. I want to see all of you."

As soon as he was nude, Travis sat down next to her on the couch. 
By now, Diane had three fingers squishing away in her pussy. She 
slid her left leg over so that it was touching his.

"Jack-off! Fuck it! Jerk that big cock while I frig myself silly!" 
Diane gasped.

"Oh, yeah. Get into it, Mom. Listen to the wet sloshing of you hot 
pussy. It makes me real hard to watch you spank that monkey." 
Travis hissed.

"You have a foul mouth, Travis, and I like it. I like this. I like 
being a horny slut and I like watching my horny son Jack his meat." 
Diane groaned as she looked into her son's eyes.

"Travis, I'm cumming! I cumming for you! Cum with me, please!"

"Yes...... oh yeah......CUM!" Travis grunted as his cock once again 
spewed forth. 

Diane screamed as she hit her peak. The hot cum from her son, 
struck her leg. That is all it took to drive her over the edge. 
With both hands frantically working at her sex, Diane doubled over 
as the intensity of her orgasm wracked her body. "Oh Shit, oh God, 
oh FUCK MEE!" She screeched.

She began to cry. The sobs shook her body as incredible sensations 
ran up and down her frame. Her hands still between her legs, Diane 
fell over and allowed her head to rest on Travis' shoulder. Slowly 
she calmed down and gently, Travis reached over and wiped the tears 
from her eyes.

"Are you OK, Mom?" He asked softly.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I just have never experienced anything so 
intense in my life! That was the cum of all cums! Shit, I'm still 
cumming!"

They sat there in each other's arms for quite a while. 

Finally, Diane sat up and looked into her son's eyes.

"I know you didn't plan this but you have awakened something in me 
I thought long dead. As a matter of fact, you stirred something in 
me that I didn't know I had. Travis, don't think badly of me but I 
want more! I want to experience things. I want to see things!"

"No Mom, I don't think badly of you. Matter of fact, you have now 
made my greatest fantasy some true! I have always wanted a female 
jack-off partner and I have ALWAYS wanted it to be you."

"Well, I certainly didn't think I would ever want to, let alone 
ever DO such a thing, but I think I am going to like it a lot! 


