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Author's Note: This is a true story. Michael and Emma asked me to describe their experience making a mother-son pornographic film.
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“Okay, that's it,” Emma said. “I’m unemployed again,” she said, slamming her purse on the kitchen chair and placing her briefcase on the kitchen table. “I’m tired of the insulting harassment from men who want to have sex with me. Sometimes, I wish I was born a man. Sometimes, I wish I were fat and ugly instead of sexy and beautiful,” Michael’s mother said.
“I’m sorry,” she said, very frustrated. Michael went to his mother and hugged her. He seemed unwilling to let her out of his embrace, holding her longer than she needed, longer than he should have. As if she were his girlfriend or his lover, not his mother, he enjoyed hugging her as much as he enjoyed holding her. Holding his mother’s sexy body released his pheromones, like a mating animal. He looked at her with eyes filled with God-condemned sin, wishing he could have sex with her.
She felt good. With his father gone, he was now the man of this house, he was her everything. Only, his mother wouldn’t let her son want their mother sexually. He struggled to control himself as he kissed her, kissing her like a Frenchman, while his hands caressed her round, firm buttocks and smooth back. He fantasized about making love to her while masturbating; he wished he could play with his mother. But he didn't dare. He didn't want to have sex with her and ruin the loving mother-son relationship they now shared.
It seemed every boss in every place she had worked had sexually harassed her. Every boss wanted to fuck her, wanted her to suck his genitals. Although he imagined her naked body and having sex with her while masturbating, if he wanted to have sex with a woman, he only wanted someone who looked like his mother, not his mother. She was too beautiful. She was too sexy. He only wanted her to be his girlfriend, lover, or wife, not his mother, but she was indeed his biological mother.
"Tell me everything, Mom. What happened this time?"
Emma wiped her tears with a tissue. "The same thing. My boss attacked me again, and I threatened to tell his wife," she said sadly. “That bastard was always grabbing my ass, groping my breasts, and if he didn’t stop pressuring, sexually harassing, and sexually touching me, I was going to sue him,” she said angrily.
Michael looked furious; his mother felt insecure about her job after being sexually threatened by her employer.
She looked at her son with tears in her eyes.
“Because the #metwo movement is still in the news, he was scared of my threats, but he wouldn’t change his bad behavior, so he fired me,” she said, crying as she looked at her son. “He said it was a layoff, but I know he has a record of firing female employees who refused to provide him with sexual services,” she said.
Michael looked at his mother in shock. Although he knew it wasn’t right, he needed to ask her the question anyway.
“Did you sleep with him?”
She frowned and looked up at him.
“God, no,” she said. “Of course not. I would never have sex with a married man. If I did, I am—”
He interrupted her angrily.
“Did he sexually assault you? I’m going to beat that scumbag up right now.”
She laughed.
“He tried to get me to have sex with him, but I wouldn’t tolerate his stupidity. He sexually harassed every woman who worked for him. Besides, you never feel safe, especially with that angry face. And he gave me hush money to keep quiet. Instead of just two weeks’ pay, he gave me three months’ severance pay. That’s enough to get us out of here if we’re careful and I find another job right away,” she said.
Michael looked at his mother sadly.
This
isn’t a good time for me either. I quit today too. My company, Made in America, opened a factory in China a few years ago and is now doing more business there. They should change their name from Made in America to Made in China Ltd.,” her son said with a shameful laugh.
“What are we going to do with the money?” He looked at his mother with concern.
“My severance pay plus what I have in my savings checking account will give us enough for six months’ rent if we cancel cable TV and internet before we find jobs,” Emma said.
Michael looked at his mother in panic.
“I’m not canceling cable TV, Mom. It’s almost football season, and I need internet,” Michael said, thinking about all the porn videos he missed every day.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded.
“You can sell your car. There are plenty of people who will buy new, low-mileage Mustang GTs,” she said hopefully. “Neither of us works, we don’t need two cars.”
Michael made a pained face, as if she had just chopped him.
“I can’t sell my car, Mom. I haven’t paid off the loan yet, and I have to pay the mortgage before I can sell it. I end up with nothing, no car, no money.”
Emma looked firmly at her son.
“We’ll have to cut costs in other ways. I can stop my yoga classes, and you can fire your personal trainer,” she said. “I won’t waste money on takeout; I’ll cook all our meals.”
He clutched his stomach and made another pained face.
“You have many talents, Mom, but cooking isn’t one of them,” he said with a laugh.
She laughed too, pushing his muscular shoulder with her hand.
“Shut up,” she said. “I can learn to cook by watching online videos.”
He laughed.
“If we cancel the internet, that won’t work.”
She glanced around the kitchen as she thought.
“We can make our own coffee instead of going to Starbucks every morning,” she said. “I need to buy a coffee machine,” she said, as if talking to herself. “We can cancel the newspapers; we can get most of the news online.”
She looked around her apartment.
“We can sell some of it. We have a lot of things to sell. We have a lot of junk that we don’t use,” she said. “We can sell all your exercise equipment.”
He shook his head from side to side.
“If I cancel my gym membership, I’ll need them to exercise, Mom,” Michael said,
picking up the newspaper and opening it to the job section.
“The first thing I’ll do tomorrow is look for a new job, but I doubt these bosses will give me an offer,” she said. “There aren’t many job openings for a forty-year-old woman. Everyone wants employees in their twenties because they pay less.”
Suddenly
, he had an idea. Something he’d always wanted to do, but now that they were both unemployed, it was the perfect time to try it, just like when he’d told her he wanted to join the army.
He sat down with his mother at the kitchen table.
“I know how to make money from home,” he said.
Apparently, something she’d always wanted to do—working from home—Emma watched her son with interest.
“Working from home?” Emma perked up with excitement. “How? What kind of work? Working from home would be my dream,” she said, giving him a motherly smile. “I want to make a living without leaving home.”
He took her hand as if he were about to propose. He hoped she would say yes; it was a big gamble, and he said confidently that she would. He looked deeply into her big blue eyes, watching her reaction before announcing his plans, then leaned against her long blonde hair.
“I want to make videos and post them online. I already have all the equipment—cameras, video equipment, and screens. I don’t need to buy anything. I have everything here,” he said.

“Videos? What kind of videos?” she asked. “Nature videos? Dog videos are popular; everyone loves dogs, cats, and horses,” she smiled and nodded innocently. “What about children? Children can do the most fun things. We can make videos of them too.”
He smiled at his mother.
“Um, no, Mom. Those aren’t the videos I want to make. I don’t want to make nature videos, or videos of dogs, cats, horses, or children,” he said. He stopped and stared at her. With her beauty, she was so beautiful. “I want to make some videos about us. I want to make videos of our daily lives and videos of us doing ordinary things,” he said, simplifying the actual content of the videos.
She still held his hand, full of curiosity and interest. She continued to hook her fingers around his palm, and he imagined her grasping his erect head.
“Our videos? Seriously? Who would pay us to watch videos of us doing these everyday things, like laundry, cooking, cleaning, and housework? It sounds like one of those boring movies Andy Warhol made in the 60s that nobody paid to watch,” she said with a laugh.
Michael knew he was hard to sell, so he looked at his mother hopefully.
“It’s a porn video. I want to make porn videos. We make porn movies, Mom,” he said.
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That’s what he wanted to do, he put her hand on his penis,
“Porn movies?” She gave him that kind of judgment that only a mother could give to her son. “How are we going to make porn? Making porn costs money.” She looked confused. “We need to hire and pay for actors and writers’ scripts. Besides, it’s a disgusting thing to do at home, especially for a mother and her son. What will our neighbors think? I’ll be embarrassed by the actors’ nudity,” she said. “We’ll have to rent a studio, and we don’t have the money,” she said.
Michael smiled at his mother.
“We’re not renting a studio, we’re working from home. We’re not hiring writers, we’re writing our own scripts. We’re not hiring actors, we’re playing our own roles,” he said, staring at his mother for her reaction.
Emma looked at her son as if she’d had a lot to drink.
“Playing our own roles? What do you mean, playing our own roles?” She looked at him in surprise. “What roles will we be playing in the porn video?” she asked nervously, forcing a smile.
Knowing she had never made porn before, especially with him, but hoping he could convince her to at least try, he stared at his mother for her reaction. He loved seeing his mother naked, admiring her, feeling her. He loved his mother when she touched and felt his naked body. He liked having sex with his mother.
“A lot of men would spend a lot of money to see you naked in a porn movie, Mom,” he said.
She looked at him as if he were crazy.
“Me naked? I’m your mother, give me some respect,” she glared at him. “Uh, uh, there’s no way. I’m not going to post my naked videos online for you. Are you crazy? Someone would recognize me. Besides, who would go and make a movie? You?”
He nodded.
“Yes,” he said.
She gave him an awkward look, as if she’d just swallowed a worm.
“Michael. I love you, but I’m your mother, and you’re my son. I would never be naked in front of my own son,” she said, trying to be serious. “Eww. That’s terrible. That’s awful. Get that out of your head now, you’ll never see me naked. Never. Never,” Emma said. “That’s so embarrassing.”
As if he knew something she didn’t, and of course, he did. Then he laughed.
“It’s no big deal, Mom,” he said, mustering his courage before making a confession. “Besides,” he paused for a long time before admitting his mischief, “I’ve seen you naked, your nude photos, your panties, your bra,” he said.
She
looked at him as if trying to remember when he had seen her panties and bra, nude photos, or naked.
“Did you? I don’t remember. I don’t remember you seeing me naked or nude photos. When did you see me without clothes?”
She looked at him with curiosity and sexual arousal.
“When did you see my panties and bra, nude photos, or naked?” Then, she looked at him with disappointment and a sense of betrayal. “That time I got drunk on my 40th birthday, did you strip me naked and take pictures of me while I was sleeping?”
He lowered his head in shame.
“No, I wouldn’t strip you naked without your permission, Mom. Besides, that was many years ago.” “When I was 18, I was going through my heat and would often masturbate in front of you on purpose, pretending to accidentally get an erection in front of you,” he said guiltily.
She laughed.
“I know you did it on purpose,” she said with a seductive laugh. “Masturbating your mother is part of what it means to grow into a man.”
He looked at her with a shameful expression.
“I, well, installed a camera in your bedroom,” he said. “The video was sent to my computer, and I was watching you undress while I was undressing myself.” She stared
at him, mouth agape, eyes wide. She clutched her collar, as if to avoid exposing the top of her breasts, her cleavage, and her bra.
“What did you do? Oh no, you didn’t. Oh my God. How could you? Why? I’m your mother, you’re my son. That’s perverted. That’s incest,” she said. “I can’t believe you recorded me without clothes on.” "I can't believe you masturbated to your own mother," she said.

"I'm more restrained now, but back then, I was always so horny. It was my sexual fantasy, um, incest with you," he confessed.
She looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Sex with me? You want to have sex with me? Your own mother?" She looked at him as if something was wrong. "Why?"
He gave her a nervous little smile.
"Why?" He laughed. "Look at you, you're beautiful and sexy, nobody would say you're the mother of a 20-year-old," he said, pausing as if reconsidering what he was about to confess. "Actually, I still want to have sex with you, Mom."
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She made a lemon-eating face.
“Is this your big business plan? You make mother-son porn and post it online,” she said angrily. “A movie about you and your mother having incestuous sex with me and my son? Is this it? Is this really a business plan or just a front for you to work from home, a way to have sex with your mother and make money?”
He shrugged and nodded.
“If we can go beyond the fact that we’re mother and son, we can make a lot of money, Mom. We can make better, more believable videos because we’re mother and son,” he said.
Apparently, she was at least willing to listen to him, and she looked at him as if considering it. “How do we start?”
He leaned forward and took her hand again.
“We’ll start slowly. We’ll test it with the video of you undressing in the bedroom and see the feedback,” he said. “If it goes well, if we make money from it, then we’ll make more videos.”
She shrugged at the question.
“Oh God. It’s terrible, you recorded me naked, and now you want me to record me undressing, post it online, and let men masturbate to my nude photos,” she said. She paused, as if considering stripping herself naked. “After we release the test video, what other videos can we make to keep them interested, now that they’ve seen me naked?” she asked with interest.
“Right now, we’re talking about that,” he thought.

“Keep slowing down until we set up an account, then we can make a video of you showering or masturbating,” he said.
She expressed her displeasure again, as if she had swallowed another worm.
“Wow,” she said. “You want me to shower in front of the camera, and you want me to masturbate. Will I act like I’m having an orgasm, or will I actually masturbate and have a real orgasm on the camera?” she asked.
Was this an acceptance? He smiled at his mother.
“It would work better if you actually masturbated and had a real orgasm on the camera,” he said.
He continued, preparing to tell her more ideas.
“We could have you play pool volleyball with me in a bikini, then relax on a lounge chair while I apply sunscreen to you, and then you masturbate,” he said.
She looked at him as if he had lost his mind again.
“What? Really? Really? You masturbate me on camera? Does your own mother masturbate? Do you rub my clitoris when you touch my genitals?”
He was already erect, imagining his mother undressing and masturbating in front of the camera, and him masturbating.
“God, yes,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll also caress your big breasts and pinch your erect nipples.”
Her eyes began to sparkle, looking at him with curiosity and excitement.
“What else? What other videos do people buy?”
She was getting into the mood for making porn videos, and he was ready to tell her everything. .
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“We can make a video about us kissing, French kissing. We can make a video where you touch my penis, suck my penis. Videos of mothers sucking their sons’ cocks sell very well,” he said. “Of course, a large part of the video will be my mouth and everything on your face,” he said boldly. “
She was no longer limp because of the thought of working with her son and starting sex. She suddenly looked as if she was looking forward to touching his lips.
“Am I going to swallow your semen, my son’s semen?”
He nodded. “
Add to that realism, and it would be even better if you swallowed my semen, Mom,” he said with a laugh.
She could clearly feel her breasts as he betrayed his erection through his pants and underwear, and her nipples beginning to harden through her shirt and bra.
“I think if you were making a video about me blowing you up, you’d want one of you to have sex with me. Tell me and be honest,” she said, looking at him with sexual arousal. “Would you have sex with your mother? Would you lick your mother’s cunt?”
She gave him a sexy smile and a playful expression.
“Oh God, yes, Mom. Of course.” "I only love giving you oral sex," he said.
He paused to watch his mother's reaction.
"Then, after we made a video, you made me take your clothes off, and after I gave you an orgasm with my fingers and tongue, we made a video of fucking making us have sex before," he said, pausing as if reconsidering what he was about to say, already unable to contain his excitement.
Emma looked at her son as if she were aroused. She gave him a sexy smile and a playful expression. He responded with a sexy smile and a playful expression.
"I've always wanted to have sex with you, Mom. I've always wanted to fuck you," he said, rubbing her hand with his fingers. "I've always wanted to have an orgasm with your genitals."
As if reconsidering having sex with him, she pulled her hand away.
"Now, I'm going to think about it more, and I don't know if I can do it, Michael. I don't know if I can have sex with my son," she said. "That's terrible. That's awful."
He smiled as he patted her hand.
"Maybe you'll feel better after the rehearsal," he said.

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