All the characters are over the age of eighteen
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2: The Mayers
Hey, James Rock here with another 'Fuck me and my Mom'. I've already mentioned how I fucked and filmed the Gilmore Girls, sweet innocent Rory and her wanton slut Mom, Lorelai. Well, as I suspected that was a hit and a half, I uploaded it to the website and the server almost melted. But I'm not a man who can rest on his laurels. Or rather I know once my customers have jacked off a two dozens times to Lorelai's creamed covered face and Rory licking it clean they want something new.
Which is why Brandi, my camerawoman, and I, are sitting in a car park in a small mid-American town called Fairview as Brandi fiddles with the camera. She's struggling with getting the focus right and I'm tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, because I'm due to be tapping two fine felines, not fucking around in a car park. And Suze my make-up girl is home alone with them and she's suffering marital difficulties and will probably either bore them to death or spend so long all the men are bastards speech, that they'll be burning bras as I arrive or wandering around with a bicycling fish T-shirt. Jeez, the travails of being a porn purveyor, its not all tits and ass – though there's enough of that to make me suffer through five hours in a car with Suze whining and Brandi swearing at Japanese tech under her breath.
"Got it," said Brandi triumphantly shoving the lens in my face. I started the engine and put the car in gear. Slowly we edged out of the car park and into the street as I waited for Brandi to say her line. She was so long in speaking I thought she'd forgotten it, but eventually she spoke, "So James, who we seeing today?"
"A damn hot pair of honeys, Susan and Julie Mayer. They're so fuckable that they'd give a Jelly Marshmallow a fuckin' hard on" I replied.
I pretended to scrabble around for the letter in my pocket, though for road safety reasons I'd memorised (and the original is back in the office anyway). But I'm an actor and if Suze can claim she always faked her orgasms I'm good enough to fake reading a letter.
"Dear James," I began, "My Mom Susan Mayer has recently suffered a bit of a dry spell with her getting a divorce from my Dad after he screwed half of Fairview and her next boyfriend turning out to be a drug-dealer cop-killer. So to perk her up could you come round and fuck her? Oh and me. Love and kisses. PS here's a picture."
It was the picture that sold me. In my business you get dozens of Moms and daughter's giving sob-stories about how badly they need cock. If I went for them all by the end of the week I'd be so limp I'd need a splint. So I'd been close to throwing this one in the bin, but then I saw the photo. It was a holiday snap – on the beach. Susan was standing next to her daughter her arm round her as they both stared at the camera. It was even the fact that they were topless that made my pants move, but something in their faces, that alluring slutty sultriness that separate a jack-off and forget from the real humdingers which remain hidden on your hard drive. I knew as soon as I saw the sexy smiles that I was going to have these two. And our morning meeting as we'd gone over the contracts and I'd explained the plot line hadn't dampened my enthusiasm.
I'd left Suze to get them ready, whilst me and Brandi hit the local burger bar and saw the sights – which took us all of ten minutes. Though that said if I'd known how long it had been going to take for Brandi to get in gear I'd have spent five less minutes admiring the Revolutionary War monument. Just thinking about Susan and Julie was making my prick as hard as lead and it ain't easy trying not to jump the lights when your mind is wandering to teenie pussy and Milf ass. Brandi flicked the camera down to focus on the large lump in my shorts as she said, "Yeah, I can see those two sluts look like they could do with something up and the word I'm looking for isn't perking..."
I laughed, a deep manly rumble which I'd been perfecting for a couple of weeks and had been aching to try out on camera, "I'll be getting something up and once I do so will they... up the ass."
"They do look like they'd like a bit of anal-loving, they've got that 'fuck my slut butt' look about them. I'll bet they're a right dirty pair," said Brandi.
"They better be," I replied, "as they're going to be covered in my cum..."
I swung the car right into Wisteria Lane. About half way down was the Mayers and I slid my car into the drive. Suze was at the door as Brandi filmed me getting out. My make-up girl gave me the thumbs-up to show they were ready, before closing the door. Brandi followed me as I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Julie Mayer had been waiting behind it, as instructed, and immediately opened it. She gave a squeal of excitement, as if she hadn't realised I was going to be there, before turning round and shrieking, "Mom, Mom, you'll never guess who's here."
She sped into the house to find her Mom (hopefully waiting in the lounge or we'd have to reshoot). I followed her, with Brandi behind me, her camera tracking Julie's movements and to be fair with a tiny pair of shorts and a cropped T-shirt Julie was damned easy on the lens. We walked into the main-room, as Susan Mayer pretended to be surprised at the my sudden appearance. She put her hand to her mouth and gasped, before turning to her daughter, "Is that who I think it is?"
"James Rock," said Julie, "I wrote as you were feeling low and I hoped he'd come to cheer us up. I honestly didn't think he'd come..."
I grinned as Susan's gaze dropped to my bulge. It didn't need the acting skills of Emma Thompson to show she was impressed, as she licked her lips lustfully, like an lioness sizing up an gazelle. She walked over to stand next to me and moved her hand over my lump, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt its girth and length under my shorts; no longer a lioness, now more a mongoose hypnotised by a Cobra. She stepped back her eyes still fixated on my tent in my shorts, "Julie, you are such a great daughter."
"She sure is," I agreed, "Don't you think she deserves a kiss from her Mom?"
"I do," agreed Susan. She turned to Julie and slid her arm round the teen's back, drawing her close. Bending her head down she moved her mouth over her daughter's. It wasn't your typical Mommy kiss as they both opened their lips and touched their tongues against each other. They slipped and slithered, slurping sexily as they mouth each other. It was like they were chewing an invisible piece of gum as they opened and closed their lips, passionately embracing. Susan pulled back and ran her hand through Julie's hair, "Thank you Julie, you always thinking of me."
"It's nothing Mom," simpered Julie, her eyes switched down to my packet and she grinned, "I've got an ulterior motive..."
