I knew we were in trouble the moment that Mom suggested we pull a midnight move. I had graduated from high school a few years before and found a job. I gave everything I made to Mom to try and help out around the house. My original plan had been to get an apartment of my own and save up for college, but things didn’t work out that way.
My Dad, being the dick he is, had taken off years before, but not before leaving us with a mountain of debt. Things had been tight for some time now, but I had no idea just how bad they were. I found out later that Mom had even briefly considered turning tricks to get us from under all our bills.
Mom tried her best to stay ahead of our bills, but life wasn’t kind to us. Every time we seemed to be making headway, something would pop up and kick us down. It didn’t help that jobs were scarce where we lived. Both Mom and I tried to find better-paying employment regularly, to no avail. Mom was nearing the end of her rope. I could see it, and despite my best attempts, there was little I could do to improve our situation.
I often wondered why Mom didn’t date. Surely, if she had a boyfriend, things could be better for her. Someone to lean on, support her emotionally, and, if I’m being completely honest, someone to split the bills with. But she never seemed interested. I think that my Dad screwing us over had a lot to do with it.
Mom could have easily found someone suitable for her. She had a very ‘mom’ butt, a bit wide from her pregnancy that had never gone away and had even expanded slightly since. While quite big, it was still nicely shaped. However, her massive chest balanced her ass and emphasized her small waist. Mom had a killer figure. She was a beauty, even with the years of worry lining her face. Caused by always just barely being on top of the bills. She always had a smile and tried to see the silver lining even when it was tough. Mom was an intelligent woman who, unfortunately, was stuck at a job she was overqualified for. The final straw had been when she had gotten deathly ill and had to miss two weeks of work. Even as sick as she was, Mom tried to go in but was told to go home and not return until she was better.
I was making minimum wage and wasn’t able to contribute a whole lot, and even with the salary from my second job, I couldn’t get us out of the jam we found ourselves in. My first job was bagging groceries, and my second job was working nights at a dive bar as a doorman. I wasn’t ugly, but I was far from attractive. I was big, though, approaching six and a half feet with thick muscular arms and a powerful broad chest from my days playing football for our third-rate high school team. My temper was legendary. I was known to have a very long fuse, but once lit, people ran. I guess putting the toughest guy in town in the hospital leaves a lasting impression. I’ve heard he will eventually walk again but will never be the same. He should never have sliced up that woman’s face in my bar.
When she told me that we would have to move and pull a midnight move to boot, I hit my boss at the bar up for an advance. He said to me that wasn’t something he could do, but he knew a guy that might have some work for me. Giving me the number, he warned me that the dude was connected. At that point, I didn’t have a lot of options.
After calling the number, I got an appointment to see him.
*****
I was ushered into the office. However, his security handled me with kid gloves due to my rep. I sat down before his desk and waited as he finished his conversation on the phone. There were four guys in the office with him, all armed and all looking at me like I was one step away from getting a few new holes put in me. I waited patiently in the chair for him to finish his call.
He had taste, as far as I could tell anyway, it definitely wasn’t decorated with things from the second-hand store, like mine and my mom’s place. Maybe he hired a decorator? Regardless, I knew wealth when it was thrown in my face. Everything matched and seemed to belong. Finally, done with his call, he dismissed his men. They seemed reluctant to leave, but a look was all it took to send them on their way.
He had a nice friendly smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. A stocky man; it struck me that this man had worked his way up the ladder, the hard way. He was someone who knew how to get his hands dirty.
“Sorry about that. I understand you need work?”
“Yes, Mr. Speakman. I was wondering if you might have some?”
He stared at me for a few minutes; it was almost as if he could see into my soul. He shook his head as if dismissing a thought and then spoke.
“You aren’t a killer.”
I didn’t know how to reply to that, so I kept quiet.
“Oh, don’t worry. I know you are capable of it, but only if provoked. You aren’t the type to go looking for trouble. Just the type that deals harshly with trouble when it comes your way.”
Larry Speakman looked at me some more. “I have looked into you.”
I left it at that for a bit. I sat still ordu escort and silent, waiting for him to continue, and eventually, he did. I had found over the years that sometimes silence was the best answer.
“You and your mom have quite the problem with money. I also know it is because your Dad was a cunt.”
I saw his hand move just a bit as if to press an emergency button to call in his goons. I was glad for my reputation at that point. He was taking me seriously, even as he tested me. When it became evident that I wasn’t going to take offence to him speaking the truth, he visibly relaxed. My Dad is a cunt as far as I’m concerned. Offering me a drink that I politely declined, he poured himself one.
Continuing, Larry pressed on. “I know you are looking for work. I’ll tell you what. Agree to talk to your mom. Ask her to come in and speak with me. I will offer one job to you and another to you through your mother. Get together and see what works best for both of you. I will tell you this; I would love for you to collect some debts for me. Come back after you have discussed things with her.”
I could tell that I was dismissed, so I got up and headed for the door. His goons came in before I got there and cleared the way for me as I walked calmly through the doorway. Smashing that guy’s face through the wall had been good for something after all.
*****
When I got back home, Mom freaked out on me. She had gotten a call from Larry, telling her how I had come in looking for a job. Everyone in town knew he was bad news. She reamed me up one side and down the other. I could tell she was scared, and when she explained that she had a meeting with him tomorrow, I nearly saw red even though he had explained it to me.
I went to my day job bagging groceries, and because of the bar being closed on Mondays, I had the night off. Mom would be late; she had agreed to meet Larry, but only after Mom’s shift at work was done. I made dinner, and Mom came home shortly after I finished cooking dinner.
Mom was quiet through dinner, as if deep in thought. I had no idea what was going through her head. It was best if I just kept my head down and waited her out. Even though the town was scared of me when I lost my shit, I had a healthy respect for Mom when she lost hers.
“Mike, I heard what he offered you.”
I didn’t say a word, just kept eating the simple meal I had cooked.
“You will not be breaking bones for him.”
I knew watching those gangster movies with Mom would come back and haunt me. People with broken bones can’t work. People who can’t work won’t pay back debts.
She didn’t say another word through the rest of dinner. She told me to head to my room for the night while she thought. Thankful for the excuse to leave, I laid down on my bed and was soon asleep.
*****
The next day was another short one for me. The bar didn’t open until Wednesday, so I only had one job to worry about. Mom had texted me to let me know she would be late coming home again. So, I made dinner once more, and Mom came home a little after it was ready. We ate in silence once more as she obviously had something on her mind.
The day after that, I was pulling a double shift, and I didn’t see her at all. Nor the two days after that. I only had one shift on Saturday, so I was able to sleep in. Mom had recently been laid off from her weekend job, so she was home when I got up.
I came out into the kitchen to see a bunch of bags on the floor and a camcorder sitting on the counter, with a tripod leaning against a cupboard. The bags were from some pretty high-end stores, and I had no idea how Mom had been able to afford to shop in any of them. I knew her credit cards were maxed out despite both of our best attempts.
I sat down at the table, and Mom sat down across from me. I could tell something was on her mind, so once again, I just sat quietly. I knew she would say what she needed to say when she was ready. It seemed as if she steeled herself then looked up at me. She played with her blonde hair, her one real vanity. It was long, falling in golden waves almost down to her ass. She usually had it in a braid and would brush it every night for what seemed like hours.
“My handsome boy.”
Mom’s familiar refrain. I was a catch, just not at first glance. My appeal was more in my intelligence, personality, and the like. Things you couldn’t see walking down the street. It was just something she had always said.
Mom looked down at her hands then back up at me. “I went and visited him.”
No need to say who he was. I knew where she had gone and wondered why she was bringing it up again.
“Larry told me again what he had offered you. Then he told me what his other offer would be. I know you, my kind and caring son. I know what you would do for me. I also know it would kill who you are. It is bad enough with you working at the bar. Even that has changed you.”
Mom was silent for a bit before speaking again. “Larry has his fingers ordu escort bayan in a lot of pies. Some legit, some not so much. His offer is for another non-legal job that will keep you a lot safer. I accepted it for you.”
I looked at Mom, a little bit pissed that she would do that.
She saw the look on my face and reached out, taking my large hand in her tiny one. “I know you are upset about that, honey. It was the only choice, and you would never have taken it if I hadn’t accepted it for you. I negotiated some rather favorable terms. Like a signing bonus and some goodies. Look in that bag.”
I got up and grabbed the bag she pointed at. Inside was a brand-new laptop and some cords neatly wrapped up. I looked at Mom, and she saw the question in my eyes.
“We will need it, honey. One of his businesses is porn. He has a guy who has set up a website on something called the Dark Web. Nothing too outrageous, but it is an incest site.”
I felt my heart start to pound in my chest at her words. I knew where this was going.
“The deal I cut included a ten grand signing bonus. We have caught up on the back bills, and while things are tight still, we will be able to make due if we both keep one job. We also get five hundred per clip, with the option to renegotiate after we fulfill our quota or even quit. I made sure that was part of the deal in case you did.”
I found that very strange, Mom being so clear about it being my choice.
“Quota?”
“We have to make ten clips for the site. And we have two weeks to make the first five. He wanted them sooner, but I talked him into giving us more time to get used to the idea first.”
Mom’s face had turned red as she first mentioned the site and had since become even more flushed. I imagine this was pretty hard for her.
“What kind of clips?”
“Hmm? Do you mean what we will have to do? Everything honey. He wants a good mix. You have probably seen more porn than me. If you have seen it, we should add it to the mix.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing, and more to buy time than anything, I asked another question.
“How do we get the clips to him?”
Mom motioned to me, and I passed over the laptop to her. It booted up quickly, and she signed in, telling me the password. She showed me a few programs and explained what she knew about them. She wasn’t overly computer literate, so she could not go into much detail, but between what she said and the user-friendly setup, we were able to figure things out. The main one was something called Tranverse. A custom-built program made by Mr. Speakman’s tech guy. It would automatically encrypt and send any files we loaded to it to whoever ran his site. The site included a secure email and chat.
Mom then explained how we were to be paid. Once a month, an envelope of our earnings would be put under the door of our rental.
“So, what is in the rest of the bags, Mom?”
“After paying enough to keep the collectors away, I took the rest and bought some props and outfits for the clips. I wanted to make sure he was happy with the results, and I figured they would help.”
I could see that Mom was excited about her new purchases, and I could hardly blame her. It had been some time since we could afford to splurge on anything but necessities. I guess I was looking at things wrong, though, as since they were for the videos, they kind of were necessities. Then I realized what they would most likely look like, and then it was my turn for my face to heat up.
We talked a little more; I got a few more details but nothing significant. Mom and I decided that I would quit my job at the bar. I made more money bagging groceries anyway. Mom would stop looking for a second job as we had now both found one.
*****
Mom and I both took a week off work from our remaining jobs, as we needed time to get used to the idea of us having sex on camera with each other. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, playing with the laptop and getting a feel for the programs and the camcorder operation.
Over and over, the thought went through my head that I would soon be having sex with my mom. I felt that I had walked into another dimension where the standard rules of right and wrong no longer applied. I had never thought of Mom that way before, and I was shocked that she had agreed to do it. We could have just said no to both job offers. Things were right, but we could have survived. After a few hours, she called me for dinner. I came into the kitchen and was shocked by what I saw. Mom was puttering around the kitchen, setting the table completely naked!
Her huge breasts wobbled as she moved about, her long nipples rock hard, and her big ass jiggled enticingly. I noticed right away that she kept herself shaved bare between her surprisingly muscular thick legs.
“Sit down, honey, let’s eat.”
I was in a trance as I sat, hardly able to believe my eyes. Mom’s face was red, the blush even went down to her hefty chest, escort ordu and I could smell her arousal. Incredibly, I had a very similar problem. My swollen cock strained against my jeans, I could feel it leaking pre-cum, and a wet spot formed in my underwear. I caught Mom checking it out as I sat down.
“I thought we should get used to seeing each other naked,” was the only thing she said before dishing my plate.
We ate, and I sat silently watching her clean up after dinner. I would have helped as usual, but I was too embarrassed by my tented pants. I stared at her large shapely ass as she washed the dishes and thought how I was soon going to be sliding up into that beautiful mound of flesh. Even though I had some misgivings about the entire situation, I wondered how it would feel to have sex with Mom. I finished the dishes, and Mom told me to come into the living room. I saw the bags had been moved there. I sat at one end of the couch, and she sat at the other, turning towards me.
She went through the bags, showing me most of what was in each. The vast majority of it was lingerie. She had ten skimpy items that I was ashamed to admit would look hot on her. Then with just a final bag left, Mom’s face got even redder.
“I thought these might help add a little something to our clips, baby.”
Reaching into the black bag, Mom pulled out a big thick green dildo. It was ribbed, the entire length, and while firm, it was made of a material that had some give to it. Next was a set of butt plugs, including one with a hole through the middle. I would be able to see right up into her ass with that. A set of nipple clamps, some ankle and wrist restraints, a riding crop, and a collar that said ‘Slut’ were the next to come out. The final item, other than the three large bottles of lube, was a We-Vibe.
I stared at all the stuff laid out on the coffee table, and my heart pounded in my chest. This situation was real. This was going to happen. I was going to be making porn with my mother. I hadn’t dreamed it. I would be fucking Mom very soon.
“Honey.”
I looked up into my Mom’s face and saw the love she had for me. I also saw something else. It seemed so familiar to me that I was starting to suspect it had been there for a while now.
“I thought we could make a video tonight? Just a simple one, mind you. How about a hand job? Just to get the ball rolling.” She smiled at her joke.
I nodded silently, not trusting my voice, and got up to go and grab the camcorder. It was almost as if I hadn’t even left the living room; I was back so quick. I sat back down while Mom put everything back in bags. She was still naked. On the table was a porn DVD. I read the title, Mom Knows Best. It seemed to be quite fitting!
Mom then spoke, “I have an idea I would like to bounce off you. I was thinking about our first video; we could pretend I was out here on the couch watching the video and masturbating, then you come out. I am surprised to see you home and embarrassed that you caught me. However, still aroused and noticing that you are too, I offer to jerk you off while getting on my knees in front of you. Does that sound plausible?”
I laughed, and the action and sound of my mirth broke the ice between us. “Mom, one thing about porn is there is rarely anything plausible about them. Where will I cum?”
I could see the wheels turning in Mom’s head.
“Where would you suggest?” she asked with a coquettish smile.
“I think if we are staying in line with most porn, a facial would be the best.”
Mom’s blue eyes widened, and her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, “Ok honey, if you think that will work. Should we wing it and see how it goes, or do you want to write something out quickly?”
“Umm, wing it?”
“Ok, baby. Want to head into the hallway for a couple of minutes, then come in?”
I made a choice then. If we were going to do this, I wanted it to be great. I wanted our porn videos to knock the socks off anyone who saw them. At that moment, I went from being very unsure of myself and the direction we were going to being fully on board. I was always quite competitive.
“I was thinking maybe it would be better to pretend I’m not here so I can get some footage of you masturbating. It will improve the quality and add some length to the video.”
Mom got a strange look on her face but agreed. “Ok. We can stop filming me after I use the dildo for a bit, then pretend you caught me.”
Picking up the camcorder, I started it up. Mom picked up the DVD and dildo before she walked out the door into the hallway.
Feeling more like a kid pretending than a porn director, despite my resolve, I spoke, “Action!”
Mom walked into the living room sensuously, taking her time. Her naked body moved seductively in front of me as I filmed her. I walked in front of her and bent down as she did in front of the TV. She squatted down, her knees spread wide apart, and I got my first good look at my mom’s bald pussy. She was already soaked, and being so much closer to her unique scent drove me wild with lust even as I fought with the small voice in my head that said how wrong this was. She had small inner lips surrounded by big puffy outer ones, with a large swollen clit. As I watched, a small line of her juices dripped onto the floor.