Samuel Garrett -- a young twenty-two year-old trade mechanic and the surviving child of his father's second marriage -- learned a year ago that his step-mother Yasmine -- now a thirty-eight year-old widower, who is yet still a lovely figure of womanhood -- resembled a younger actress who was featured in several films that were part of an old series of erotic works called
"
Pure Porno
".
Acting on his curiosity, Samuel asked for Yasmine to tell him that the young woman was indeed herself; to which his sole remaining parent confirmed that she is/was the dark-haired beauty in the three erotic scenes he'd watched.
What followed was a further surprise to Samuel, as Yasmine later came to him that night, and seduced him completely; making love with him in his bed, and then later she sucked his cock to orgasm as she knelt under the spray in the bathroom shower.
Now, Samuel and Yasmine share a closer, loving and sexual relationship with each other. Together, they watch the "
Pure Porno
"
films that feature her. In doing so, the scenes have inspired the two lovers to re-enact what they see in their own lovemaking; mostly hot, steamy man-on-woman sex.
But, what of the films that show other possibilities? Such as Samuel's personal favorite?
Read on, Dear Reader. Read on!
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My mother encourages me to watch erotic films... mainly because she's the star in all of the ones I love to watch.
That sounds weird, you might say... but, let me explain (for those that might not be up to speed just yet);
Back when my mother, Yasmine, a newly-arrived immigrant from Europe, was seeking education and a new life in America, she was recruited to perform in a series of adult films called "Pure Porno". She only did this to support herself and only worked as an adult film star for one year -- during which, she made a number of erotic, very-sexy scenes, featuring my Mom performing with men, women and even couples.
After this period, she found stable, more acceptable work, which led to her meeting and then marrying my then-divorced father. She and Dad had seven years of happily-married bliss, until he was killed in a robbery-gone-wrong. In all their time together, she never told him of her past work in adult films, mainly because he never asked. She admitted to me she often prayed he'd never find out... but in hindsight, she should've added my name to her prayers, because I found them when I bought some compilation DVDs off the internet.
Watching them, I couldn't believe I was watching my mother at first, but the proof was there on the video disc; Yasmine -- going by the name Talia -- put on a series of performances that make even such classic actresses like Honey Wilder, Ginger Lynn and others pale by comparison. At yeast that's what I believe.
Well, you know the story of what happened when I let Yasmine know what I'd discovered.
Now, those films fuel our own sexual interactions, to the point that sex between us has risen into new levels of bliss and love-play together.
Together, we've done our best to re-enact as many of Mom's scenes as we could; namely the ones where it was just her and a lone male actor. Being we had only nineteen of the total thirty-five films in the "Pure Porno" collection to work from, we had a good laundry-list to pick and chose from.
Still, there were many scenes that we watched that... well, are sort of impractical for us to reproduce in their entirety. Chiefly because most demanded the addition of a third partner in the works. Granted, Yasmine and I aren't related by blood, but we both still consider each other as mother and son, and that sort of makes inviting an outside stranger into our love-play rather... risky, at best.
I never thought I'd curse the societal mores against incest, in any of its forms... but, I'd never trade what we share together for any sort of change in our filial status. I love what we do together; in bed, the shower, the kitchen and so forth, and she never fails to tell me how well I satisfy her in turn.
Still, Yasmine and I still find watching the films with extra partners just as arousing as her single-pair performances. There isn't a single instance where the sight of seeing my mother -- young, fresh-faced and horny -- fucking with either two men, two women or a man and a woman together, doesn't get me so worked up that I never fail to toss her to whichever bed we're using at the time and screw her up one side and down the other!
However, I must admit there is one scene out of the entire collection that is my hands-down favorite.
It's one called "Red & Talia's Rendezvous". In it, my mother -- as her alter ego, Talia -- and a lovely crimson-haired woman named Red, both begin to make love to each other, while seemingly oblivious to the fact a young and strapping young man is covertly watching from the doorway of a side room. At one point, the women see that he is watching, and without tipping him off to their knowing of his presence they crank the proceedings up a few notches. The display of lesbian love play is so hot, that when they come to a pause, they both turn and pull the surprised young man into the mix.
What follows is a hot, hedonistic three-way coupling; where Talia and Red both get the fucking of their lives, before they cuddle with the drained and sated youth on a soft carpet. As the scene fades out, the sight of both of their pussies, dripping thin rivulets of cum as the trio drops off in to sleep is a sure guaranteed way to make me jump my widower mother and give her a whole new experience in carnal fucking.
Yasmine, as said, supports and encourages our viewing of these films. Lately, however, she's noted that I sometimes will always return to "Red & Talia's...".
After one such night's lovemaking, as we rested in post-coital bliss on her bed, Yasmine brought her notice to my attention. "Samuel, my love... mm, you always give me such wonderful feelings as we fuck," she said, tracing her fingers over my sweaty chest. With a grin, she popped up onto one elbow, looking down at me from under the cloud of her black hair with her dark eyes still smouldering with lingering passion. "Especially after tonight's viewing. Why do you suppose that is, my son?"
My arms wrapped loosely around her body, I tried to get my breath and racing heart back under control, while I answered. "Well, it could be because I'm making love to you, my goddess," I offered.
That earned me a blown-kiss, but Yasmine pursed her lips in mock-thought. "Hmm, flatterer. I have my own suspicions, however."
Arching my brow, I asked, "Oh, do you now?"
"Yes, sweet boy, I do and, I believe it is because of that, particular, scene we watched." She lifted her hand, teasingly taping the tip of my nose. "Do not deny it. You find watching your mother and another woman fucking that young man... quite a stimulating sight, hm?"
A moan slipped out of me. "Oh, Mom! Why ask what you've already suspected?"
Yasmine grinned wickedly at me. "Because, I wish to hear you say it."
I sighed. "Okay, fine. I loved watching you have sex with that red-haired woman, before you both turned on that guy and he fucked you both silly." I reached over and ran my fingers lightly over her ribs; one of Yasmine's weak spots, as she has some rather ticklish points on her wonderful body.
Laughing, Yasmine tried to block my effort, and we ended up rolling over and back again in the midst of a 'tickle-war'. When we coasted to a stop, laying on our sides facing each other -- cheeks flushed, breathing heavy amid our smiles -- Yasmine reached out and cupped my face lovingly. "Mm, my Samuel. So turned on by the sight of your mother, seducing another woman. Something I think you would like to see someday, hm?"
The widening of my eyes, and the hitch in my breath was all the answer I could give her.
"I thought so," she purred. Slipping closer, she wrapped me up in a warm embrace and kissed the tip of my nose. "Something will have to be done about this... obsession of yours."
Returning her affection, I stroked her back and asked, "What do you mean?" I tipped my head at the now-blank screen of the television across the room. "That was just a movie. It's pure fantasy."
"A fantasy that makes you wild, Samuel," Yasmine said. She giggled at the renewed blush filling my face. "It makes you an untamable beast. So eager, so willing that you come and fuck your poor, old mother senseless!" When I started to speak, Yasmine shushed me. "No, I am of a mind on this, my love. Since you are so affected by that film, there is only one solution to consider. I shall make that fantasy -- your fantasy -- come true."
Blinking, I pulled back a bit, studying Yasmine's face for any sign of teasing. "You... y-you can't be serious, Mom! Can you?"
With an enigmatic expression, Yasmine smooched my mouth, before she sighed and slipped out of my arms to sit up on the bed. "If there is a way, but now, come. You and I need a shower... to get clean, this time!" She said, wagging a finger at the lavicious smile that spread over my face. "You have work in the morning, and we both know the rules now, hm? Shower, then off to bed with you, my sweet lover . . . ."
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Granted, I never expected Mom to do much more on the matter. By now I should realize that as much as I have my curious nature, Yasmine has a determined streak a country-mile wide.
Seeing that I was keen on the idea of having a second woman in our love-play, Yasmine decided to do something and act on that desire.
Now, she could have done the easy thing; seek out someone local, feel them out so to see if they were not repulsed by the idea of making love to a mother and son who also made love to each other, then make the offer for this woman to join us in a triple-player tryst.
