Casting Call with Mom

While in the shower, Jenny regretted asking her son for a ride. It was the morning of the big audition, but unlike other auditions, this would involve open nudity on the beach. When one of the biggest franchises in the world is making a new spin-off show, actresses have to do whatever it takes to land a part.

The shower finished and she dried herself with a towel and examined her makeup-free face in the mirror. Jenny came up with an impromptu plan to make things less awkward with her son ahead of the nude scene. She put on a bathrobe, her wet hair slicked back, and proceeded down the hallway. She knew Robert would be awake by now preparing for the drive.

When she found him, he was in the kitchen eating cereal, without a single clue of what she was doing there, or why she was staring at him without saying a word.

"Yes?" he asked, dumbfounded by his mother's strange behavior.

Without a shred of warning, Jenny opened her bathrobe, holding it wide open to reveal everything. Her exposed tits and pussy were a few feet away from Robert. She noticed his eyes widen and gape over every inch of her impressive nude body.

It gave Jenny an uncomfortable feeling doing this to her son. But it was a necessary thing in her calculation. Better to get this over with now.

"Have a good look?" she asked.

He nodded slowly. "Uh huh."

That's when Jenny closed her robe and tied the knot in the middle, ending the show.

"Good, because I want that out of your system. When I'm exposed during the audition, I don't want you staring at me strangely. Understood?"

"Yes, mom," he said, still dazed by mom's tits.

"We'll leave in an hour. Thank you."

Jenny marched back to her bedroom. This time there was a pep in her step. She couldn't admit it to herself, but seeing Robert's unfiltered reaction was humorous, and it also made her pussy wet.

***

The film set was everything they hoped it would be. It was alongside a beautiful beach on a sunny day. The beach was closed to the public and there was a film crew of about 30 people. The open space was necessary for the fantasy show set in a medieval time period.

For Jenny, this was all business. A make-up artist had given her a rugged look, along with the other women also auditioning. Jenny was in complete work-mode as she dropped her robe and posed naked on the beach alongside the other women -- her competitors. She had already asked her son to walk on the beach and Robert respected her wishes.

The women posed and followed the orders of the director and show producers, who had a specific vision for the show. They had the women form strange, ritualistic poses and perform mythical chanting, all while naked.

After an hour of beach nudity, the casting director yelled, 'cut,' and the women were given robes. They huddled and the director spoke to them privately for several minutes.

When the conversation was over, Jenny went to her son and they took a stroll on the beach so they could have a moment of privacy. She didn't look as comfortable as before. The calmness and relaxation was gone. She looked as though she had become rigid and uptight. Like there was a massive weight on her chest.

"I'm sure you had a peek," she said. "It's nothing something you ever should have seen. But I need a favor, though."

"Sure, no problem. What is it?"

"French directors are different from American directors. They expect to see more. Their boundaries are different."

He nodded, catching the drift. "I think I know where you're going with this."

"The good news is that the director is casting everyone because he's so impressed. But we still have to earn particular parts. The audition is not over."

"And the bad news?" he asked cautiously.

She took a deep breath. "The bad news is that the director wants to test a simulated sex scene in a few minutes, for each of us. It's a last minute addition that the director wants to include in the scene."

"That sounds illegal. How could they ask for something like that at the last minute?"

"I know, but that's show business. Things change all the time. Art shouldn't be limited, ever."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I want this part. I'm doing it. But there aren't enough male extras today, so the director said we can work with anyone of our choosing."

"Oh," Robert replied, knowing what was coming.

"Are you willing to help?"

"Do I have to be naked? Is this going to be recorded?"

"You won't have to be naked," she said. "The simulated sex scene will be in the ocean, with the water up to our waist. And this will only be a camera test to see how we perform under stress when things are recording."

"Do they know I'm your son?"

She shook her head. "God no, and frankly, that's none of their business. Besides, we've all signed non-disclosure agreements. No one can reveal anything. The footage will be deleted after they've made their decisions."

"I'll do it," Robert said. "Only because it'll help you. You deserve this, mom."

There was a sparkle in Jenny's eye. "That's so sweet. Thank you. I'll owe you for this."

While they continued walking on the beach, she stopped him and planted a big kiss on the side of his cheek. It was a much harder kiss than she'd normally give him, but it was well deserved given the favor.

"No problem," he replied.

"It won't be difficult. You'll stand in the water with your face away from the camera. I'll wrap my legs around you while you hold me. Then the camera will zoom in on my face."

"That much intimacy for a test screening?"

"The scene isn't about normal sex. It's about a group of women in ancient times who fall under a spell."

"Oh, okay. I'm sure it'll be great."

"You're going to do great also," she said. "This is your first real experience in the acting world and I have complete faith in you. I'll make sure you have a good time. I promise."

She pinched her son's cheek and gave him another big, wet kiss. It was the least she could do.

***

When the short break was over, Robert was given swimming trunks to wear for the scene, and Jenny was thankful this was going smoothly. They went towards the ocean. Most of the other women were already naked with their male acting partners in the water. Robert went to the shore with everyone else. It was Jenny's turn to disrobe, getting naked once again, then handed her robe to an assistant who whisked it away.

She could see her son admiring her bare physique once again, this time outdoors and under the bright sunlight. She'd been naked for acting jobs before, but this was the first time she felt true arousal. She did her best to shake these thoughts and feelings. The job opportunity is more important than anything else.

"Get into the proper position,"

the French director said through a microphone, his accent thick and voice calm.

"We are almost ready to begin."

They went into the ocean until the waves reached their waists. Then they turned to face each other. Jenny's pink nipples had turned rock hard. Completely stiff from the coolness of the ocean water and slight breeze. She noticed her son marveling at her tits and nipples and she pinched his chin and guided his head upwards.

"I'm up here," she said with a smile.

He blushed, "Sorry."

"No need to apologize; they're tits. At your age, you're supposed to be checking them out. Just not mine. Okay?"

"Tits are tits," he joked.

"Remember what we've talked about. All you have to do is stand here. I'll do the work."

"Got it. This is easy."

"Performers, get into position,"

the director said.

"We will begin when ready."

Jenny looked her son in the eyes. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. I've never been in front of a camera before."

"Deep breath, then focus on me, that's the trick. If it'll help, focus on my breasts. Obviously I have big nipples. Maybe you'll enjoy that."

She approached her son with little apprehension. This was all business. She moved until her bare tits squeezed against her son's chest. She wrapped her arms around him. Then she threw both of her legs around his lower back. Then she arched herself backward, so it looked like they were fucking in the water, while still holding him with her arms.

For a moment, there was an awkward pause. The director waited for the other women to get ready. Meanwhile, Jenny was in a sexual position with her son and she noticed that he ogled at her tits again.

"Now we begin,"

the director said in his heavy French accent.

"Gyrate. Look like you're fucking. Show me the passion!"

With Jenny's eyes locked on Robert's, and her arms still wrapped around his neck, she rocked her hips so it looked like they were having sex in the ocean. Her hips gyrated in the water, grinding on her son's crotch.

This wasn't just movement. It was acting, too. Jenny made a serious face, while also conveying a sense of passion in her eyes and emotions. This was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. The nudity was nothing. But seeing the look on her son's face was tough to deal with. It was almost as if Robert was fighting off a multitude of emotions.

"This is so boring,"

the director called out.

"Let's see the passion. Fuck like you want this!"

Jenny squeezed her son tighter and gyrated her hips harder.

The director continued yelling.

"Come on people. Keep fucking. Show me the emotions. Fuck like you mean it. The best actress will get the most screen time when we start filming. Show me the passion!"

"Do you mind?" she asked her son, still rocking her hips.

He shook his head. "Go ahead, do it. My back is getting a little tired, though."

Jenny couldn't blame him for getting tired of holding her. Over the years, her hips and thighs had gotten heavier. It was a normal part of aging. Now here she was, pushing all her weight onto her son's crotch while he carried her naked body.

"I have an idea," she said. "Lay down on the sand. It'll be more comfortable for you."

"Will the director allow it?"

"If he wants a good fuck-scene, I'll give it to him. I've sacrificed so much for my career. This is my chance for a big role."

He nodded. "Okay, let's do it."

Jenny unwrapped her arms and legs, standing on her feet again. They walked to the shore while the other women continued their mock sex sessions in the ocean waves.

The worst part was that the director thought Jenny had given up and was going to leave. The director gave her an incredulous look.

In response, she grabbed Robert by the shoulders and pushed him to the wet sand. Then she bent down to sit on her son's crotch, giving him a clear view of her open pussy with her legs spread wide. Her body glistened from the bright sunlight and fresh water dripping from her body. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold water.

"Does that hurt?" she asked.

"I'm fine. Go for it."

Jenny got back into character and rocked her hips again, simulating sex with her son. She took it further this time, since she no longer had to wrap her arms and legs around him anymore. This time, her limbs were free. As she gyrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and arched her head back, making it look as though she were insanely aroused.

All the while, she knew the director and film crew were watching. God, what an unusual situation, she thought. If these people only knew. She wondered how they'd react if they found out she was doing this with her son. The taboo of it made her heart pound and her pussy wet. This had never been a fantasy of hers, but she loved the forbidden aspect of it.

Rather than shunning these feelings, she embraced every aspect of the lust, forbiddenness, and dirtiness of it. Being a method actress was something she learned from acting classes under the tutelage of an award winning Broadway actor. And that was her rationale to accept these powerful feelings, even as her son was now hypnotized by her lust-filled facial expressions and tits swaying in the air.

By the feel of things, she wasn't the only person excited by this. Robert's cock had turned erect. She could feel the stiffness as her labia grinded on top of it, through the swimming trunks.

"It shouldn't be doing that," she said, still grinding on top of her son.

He countered, "Can you blame me?"

With Robert's eyes locked onto the hardened nipples, he reached up to pinch one of them to prove his point, that his mom was so very aroused. In response, Jenny swatted Robert's hand away.

"You can't touch them," she said, trying her best not to break character.

She continued gyrating in order to impress the director and producers. Getting the part wasn't enough anymore. She wanted the most screen time. The competitive nature in Jenny was coming out in full force.

"Can I touch them later?" he asked. "You said you'd owe me for this."

"Robert!" she hissed at him.

The audacity of her son, she thought. It took a lot of restraint to prevent herself from scolding him. The most important thing was maintaining character.

It wouldn't be hard to do both, she thought. She could nail this audition and give her son the favor at the same time. So she bent downward, lifted Robert's neck, and planted a kiss on his lips. It was a hard kiss, too. Their lips smacked together. For good measure, and so he wouldn't be disappointed, she shoved her tongue inside and swapped saliva with him. She knew he enjoyed it when he tongue-kissed her in return.

After a few seconds of that, she felt Robert's cock grow beneath her. They had crossed the line a long time ago, but this was pushing it to extremes, so she pulled her lips away and released the hold on her son, then gave him a subtle wink to avoid breaking character. It gave her a fun little thrill knowing that her kiss and naked body had given him this full-blown erection.

"Very beautiful job ladies,"

the French director said, his accent as thick as ever.

"We're almost down to the finalists. So far, Jenny, Margaret, and Christina are in the running for the lead tribal character. Show some passion ladies. Show some energy and be proud. You only live once!"

Her competitive nature went into overdrive. She looked at her son with fire in her eyes. Neither of them did anything to stop the fact that the grinding was causing Robert's swimming trunks to loosen and the tip of his cock became exposed. Jenny felt her labia rubbing against the soft head of that hard penis.

When she looked down to take a peek, she felt overtaken by lust. Now she had a plan to quench her lust and be the star of the casting process at the same time. It would cross the line of no return, but it would also help her reach the pinnacle of her career. It was a potent combination, one that didn't allow her to think clearly, or maybe she was thinking as clearly as ever.

"I need another favor," she whispered.

"What is it?"

"Never ask for this again. Okay?"

He looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Before he could receive clarity, Jenny reached down and slipped her hand beneath Robert's swimming trunks. The bare cock was easy to grab a hold of and she pulled it out of the trunks so that it pointed upright. There was a bewildered look on Robert's face as his cock was freed. It was a look which Jenny found attractive for some reason.

Jenny became more amused when she lowered herself, allowing her son's cock to slide into her wet pussy. It made him gasp, which gave Jenny a perverse sense of satisfaction.

"I told you that you'd have a great time," she said with a wink.

His eyes went big. "Oh fuck, you're right..."

The feeling of the cock deep inside Jenny's pussy caused her back to arch. It was the perfect remedy for her pent up arousal. This was method acting at its finest. The part called for blatant female arousal, so what better way to display that than actually having sex?

Jenny released a loud moan. Her eyes glanced at the director and producers as Robert thrust deeper into her. Not only were they watching her, but they were watching with the utmost attention. Her performance had them absolutely spellbound.

But she couldn't stare at them. No, she had a goal to accomplish. She needed to impress. And she was doing just that. It wasn't all acting, though. She felt like she was on fire. The euphoria of being filled completely while mercilessly fucking her son gave her an insatiable hunger. With the ocean water still fresh on her naked body, the sun shining on her skin, her hair an utter mess, Jenny was a sight to behold as she rode her son's cock.

She tossed her hair in different directions with constant head motions. She had wild expressions on her face, which were authentic. There was nothing fake about this.

"Can I touch your tits now?" he begged as his naked mother fucked him.

Jenny responded by grabbing his hands and lifting them to her chest. When Robert pinched both of her hard pink nipples, her body had a visible reaction, briefly jerking for a moment before regaining her composure. Robert gave those big sensitive nipples exactly what they needed. The stimulation almost drove her over the edge.

"I need you to make me cum," she whispered, then moaning loud enough for the director to hear. "Buck your hips. Push upwards. Own my pussy."

There were two things on her mind. A much needed orgasm. And impressing the director.

When Robert bucked his hips and thrusted upwards, Jenny knew both things were going to happen. Her pussy clenched as she was being fucked back. Robert was doing an amazing job pleasing her cunt. A part of her was feeling guilty that this was happening. This pang of guilt came from the fact that she was using her son as a personal fuck toy. She knew she'd regret this later, but it felt too good to stop.

A trace of reluctance crossed her mind. A moment of clarity flashed and she considered pulling Robert's dick out of her vagina, ending the fuck session. But that moment of self-doubt passed when she looked Robert straight in the eyes, seeing the hunger he had.

So she continued bucking her hips. Onward she went.

She tried hard to keep her mind focused. The purpose of this was the casting. She closed her eyes and let her son do the work this time. She let her son take charge of her pussy, owning it. Fucking her so that she could orgasm.

When a minor cramp hit the left side of Jenny's leg from holding this position for so long, she had to turn her body briefly to relieve it. She lifted herself and tilted her body to the side while the cock was still inside her. This temporary shift was solely to relieve the cramp, but Robert didn't get the memo, continuing to fuck his mother's cunt with reckless abandon.

In doing this, Jenny's g-spot was inadvertently hit, fucking it at just the right angle, causing her facial expressions to drop. She had turned stiff while tilted to the side, allowing her son to fuck her at that oh-so-perfect angle. Her eyes were now wide as saucers, her mouth open and her lips quivering. The orgasm was fast approaching thanks to this accidental maneuver.

"Oh yes," she whispered, lips quivering, careful not to break character. "A little harder..."

Instead, Robert went a lot harder, sending Jenny into a frenzy. The orgasm hit and she let herself relax. The feeling was tense and overwhelming. She felt the stimulation on every part of her body as her son was slamming his dick into her wet cunt.

"Oh god!" she cried. "My pussy is killing me!"

Robert relentlessly fucked his mother. Jenny's face twisted in different shapes of pleasure: she could never totally banish the thought that this was brazenly taking place on the beach film set.

Her hands shook and her body trembled. Her pussy clenched hard. Her back arched and her toes curled. Her g-spot and mindset had more than enough stimulation to cum. The orgasm was massive and made her wish that she had been fucking her son all along. Never could she have imagined that this was the perfect fuck session for her.