Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 3 Mom Takes Things In Hand
Keywords: MFFF, oral

      
DIARY OF A PORN PRO
      
by
      
NIMBY
      
Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.
      
All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely 
fictitious

     
MOM TAKES THINGS IN HAND

So there I was, standing naked in a classy living room, being ogled by a 50-year-old woman, who I had only just met and looked to be 40,  along with her two daughters. Quite frankly, it was not a situation I felt comfortable in. Well, I had sung my song, done my little tease, and now it was time for me to put my clothes back on and go.

But "Mom" saw things differently. I don't think she realized I was simply a singing greeting card; she thought I was a complete birthday present. Lock, stock, and barrel. "Yes, this is a pleasant surprise," she said, looking up into my eyes. "Whose bright idea was it?"

"We shared the cost," muttered Sara, not willing to take the complete blame although I suspected the idea had been all hers.

Her mother ran her hands up the insides of my thighs. "Just how old are you, young man?"

"T-t-t-twenty-three."

She sighed and brushed the back of her hand against my scrotum. "What a wonderful age." She plucked at one of my balls and squeezed it gently between her fingertips. "Everything so fresh and nice." My entire body tensed. "This is what you need, Belen, darling. Somebody like this."

"Hector was an asshole, Mother, but he wasn't entirely a wimp."

"Don't tell me he was hung like this."

"No, mother," her daughter said, moving in for a better video angle on my pride and joy, "he wasn't hung like that."

Bebe dipped her head and took my cock into her mouth. Her sudden movement surprised us all. Surprised? Hell, it shocked us all!

"Mother!" exclaimed Sara. "That's more than we paid for!"

I gulped. "T-that's all right." Bebe sucked me deep into her throat, and I groaned. "It's her birthday--let her have her fun. After all, she'll only be fifty once."

"Bless you my boy," she breathed, letting my cock fall free from her mouth. She licked the tip, then pulled the shaft up and back so that she could get at my scrotum. She sucked each testicle into her mouth, one at a time.

"Oh, God!" I groaned and twined my fingers in her hair, running them all the way down to the gray roots. This woman was not a stranger to a cock. No, indeed. She tongued the crease between my balls, then returned her tongue to poke at the tiny hole in the tip of my prick. She teased it, then sucked, encouraging the flow of my lubricating fluids.

"Mother! You shouldn't be doing that--he might have a disease."

"No disease," I hissed, trying to maintain my masculine composure while this 50-year-old tried to turn by cock inside out with her incredible oral suction.

"Just go and cut the birthday cake," her mother ordered. "Champagne's in the fridge." Then she returned to her task as one chastised daughter left the room and the other zeroed in on the video action. Bebe grasped by balls gently in one hand and began mouth-stroking my cock. In and out, in and out, sucking hard each time the tip came between her lips.  A satisfied purr came from deep in her throat and I grunted in time with her strokes.

I combed my fingers through her hair again, then dropped my hands to her almost bare shoulders. Her skin was soft and creamy. I gently pushed the shoulder straps off the points of her shoulders and they fell down her arms. Bebe did not let that distract her. She pulled her arms free and let the top drop down to her waist without missing a mouth stroke on my cock. Her well-filled lacy black bra was a sight to behold.

Belen saw what I was attempting, looked up, and grinned. She handed me the video camera and dropped down on her knees beside her mother. While I focused in on the action, she reached behind her mother and released her bra. I caught a beautiful picture as it fell away to bare a humongous pair of tits that rose and fell in time with the woman's cock-numbing mouth strokes.

But Bebe was completely oblivious to what we were doing. She was embarked on a challenge of her own, attempting to deep throat me. Starting to choke, she released my cock, and gasped. "I can't do it."

"Sure you can, Mom," Belen encouraged. "It's easy. Like this."

I framed a nice view and captured a close-up of her as the young woman swallowed my complete cock in only three strokes. "See, Mom. Just take it slow and easy. Let you throat get used to it."

Once again, the mother applied herself to the task she had set out to do. More stroking, ever deeper, until her mouth was finally pressed around the base of my cock. God, my entire length was completed buried in the woman's mouth and throat.

"What the hell?" Sara had returned just in time to see my balls dangling from her bare-breasted mother's mouth. The woman had an ecstatic grin and I had my  toes curled while I tried to keep from shooting my load down her throat and directly into her belly. Sara looked at me and shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I never dreamed something like this would happen."

"It's okay." I forced a smile and raised my free hand to my forehead to wipe away the sweat. The other hand held the camera pointed down at where the mother and daughter were swapping tongue licks on my shaft. "Parties can be unpredictable--oh, shit!" I gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"Mother!" Sara exclaimed in alarm. "Watch out! He's going to cum!"

But the mother just looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes and smiled. She pushed her younger daughter aside, claiming my entire cock for herself, and gulped it back into her mouth. Her head began bobbing up and down rapidly, pushing me to the limit. Her breathing quickened as she sucked harder, stroked faster.

"Oh, shit!" I cried again. My cock lurched and splattered the back of her throat with my juices. She swallowed every drop as fast as I could produce it. Eventually, I stopped spurting. I slumped, and she let my cock fall free from her mouth. It was only a shadow, now, of its former proud glory. A wet, worm-like protrusion from an over-strained body.

"What a magnificent appetizer," Bebe said brightly. "I feel ten years younger."

"That puts you back to thirty," I said, my breathing not yet settled back to normal.

"Oh! You are a sweet one." She pushed a pair of puckered lips up toward mine.

I accepted, and breathed in the musty scent of my own essence as my tongue briefly touched her lips.

"Come," she said, "I'm dying for a taste of my birthday cake."

I had to laugh. The woman was certainly enjoying her day. I reached for my clothes. I had done my job; it was time for my exit.

"John! What are you doing?"

"I-I'm--"

"Don't be silly! The party's just beginning."



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