Daniel sighed in frustration as a slew of camera and sound guys flooded into the living room, where he was watching TV. Christ, these guys were annoying. Sometimes he wished that his mom wouldn't have posed in Playboy all those years ago. These stupid cameras wouldn't be in his house and he could have a normal life. After contemplating what he had just thought, he retracted it. How could he survive if his mom didn't pose in that magazine? He jerked off to those pictures every night! In fact, to get away from all of it, he decided that he'd go and do that right now.
As he bounded down the stairs to the basement and plopped down in the spinning computer chair, he had already started to stroke his cock in preparation for the rigorous masturbation session that would follow. Dan didn't have much of a social life. He was often ridiculed at school for the outrageous antics of his mother, but he didn't care. He loved her, and ever since she had started the TrimSpa program, she had become even more desirable to him. He had just turned 18, and had still only had one serious girlfriend, who accepted him regardless of his mom. She had moved away the previous summer, and since then, he had made up for her absence by jacking off to his mother's pictures constantly. The cameras that were always in the house made this a little more difficult, but more exciting.
As he logged onto his PC and accessed the "My Pictures" folder, which held the high-resolution images of his mom's Playboy spread. He reached down his jeans and furiously rubbed his shaft, moaning in pleasure.
"Fuck, mom, you...you are so hot...I want to suck your...your fat titties..."
A soft gasp from the stairwell shook him awake from his trance and he jumped up, ripping his hand out of his pants and closing the folder. His insides churned so hard that he feared he would vomit as his eyes met those of Anna Nicole's. Her face was beet red and so was Daniel's. He looked down in shame and after a long, uncomfortable pause; she took a seat on the couch in the corner.
"Daniel. Come here."
He obeyed and sat beside her. She sighed.
"Daniel...I know that you're an adult, and it's fine for you to do these things, but..."
He looked up.
"I know. It's disgusting. I'm a pervert."
She stared at the ground.
"That was me, right?"
He nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry...It's just that..."
She stopped him.
"We can keep this between us. Don't worry about it. Okay?"
She smiled and rubbed his back. Daniel smiled weakly in response and hugged her, making sure that he got close enough to make contact with her soft, warm breasts. She patted his back and stood. As she started to walk away, she turned and grinned again. "Er, Daniel?"
He looked up.