The videos that we filmed were a very amateurish production, with little artistic value other than to show us how to appear thinner, what angles looked ridiculous and when or where a touch of makeup was needed. And considering that we were all employed by a major Hollywood Studio, the company would have been insulted and embarrassed to call us their own. Even if the subject was not hard-core pornography. We were constantly out of focus or off-camera, and often the only thing that could be seen was the bottom of someone's feet or the mysterious sounds of a person grunting and swearing while a mop of sweaty black hair flew around like Cousin Itt.
But in between laughable outtakes, the three of us were all captured in various stages of flagrante delicto. My nephew Jeff was the leading man, we started calling him "the Sledge." He wasn't so much the star as he was the director. His big cock was literally the center of attention in almost every scene. Very few scenes finished without his ultimate climax. And while most porn shoots end with a "money shot" of cum dripping from the nose of some pathetic starlet, Jeff liked to cum inside of us. We were all quite aware that even though the semen wasn't always obvious on film, there was no faking it. Our orifices were stuffed regularly, and only overflowed when he shot a particularly potent load.
My co-star was my older sister Tracy. She was also Jeff's mother, so if we titled or sold this series of blue movies, they would have a true-to-life incest theme. This was, in our novice approach to incest, threesomes, and guys with big cocks, the most exciting and possibly the best sex that we could have. We had a lot to learn, and in some things would learn it the hard way.
Tracy and I started making films by accident. That is, we didn't realize that her son caught-on to our private arrangement and began to tape us without our knowledge. After collecting hours of raunchy action of his mother and her sister exploring their Sapphic side, engaging in every lewd sex act that two women could perform while trying to remain discreet, he presented us with the full-color blackmail. I was a willing subject while Tracy agreed mostly to preserve harmony in the home, but we all found the new sexual experiences to be titillating and sensual.
My name is Julie. I was in the unique position of having sex with my sister and with her son, while secretly "cheating" on the both of them. I knew that when I was fucking Jeff, that he wanted to have his mother too. We even fantasized about her and often conspired to include her in our incest. But we could never figure-out how to pull it off. And when Tracy and I snuck into each other's arms, we often dreamed aloud of having a genuine cock to please us, instead of the rubber and plastic substitutes we were forced to employ. We even joked that there was a young, attractive male just down the hall who would probably fuck us with his big cock and keep our dirty little secrets to himself, but that's as far as that filthy fantasy went. Infact, we seriously avoided any hint of discovery by Jeff so that his mother would never need to explain a bi-sexual affair with her sister. Though I knew of the impure intentions of us all. But I was caught completely off-guard by the videos.
When it was finally revealed and settled, we eventually were all reconciled to our incestuous, taboo fantasies and strove to make it a part of our lifestyle. And we learned that after our sweaty, crude debaucheries had drained our energies, that we could shower, get a drink, and retire to bed to watch the explicit, lust-filled action on tape. We grew so accustomed to Jeff directing our activities that we forgot sometimes that the camera was recording, and just savored the roleplay of submissive servants to our Master. Then later, we could use the videos for the same reason that most people watch porn, either alone or in a group. We even bought a big-screen TV to enhance our viewing experience.
And we were all generally pleased with the results. My sister had always been dominant when the two of us were together. But she wasn't as aggressive anymore. She was learning that ceding control to a more domineering partner could bring-out the sexual beast inside of her breast. I was always submissive to both of them, something about being made to follow orders aroused me. Now, Jeff controlled both of us. Tracy seemed to enjoy playing the part of sex-slave to her son's lusty commands and I was even more thrilled to be demeaned and abused by my nephew, as his naked mother watched from up close. And we both serviced him daily and without complaint. We imagined that this was as good as it could be.
Our films ran the gamut of dress-up games, roleplay, and master/slave. In one way or another Jeff directed us to strip, lick each other's pussies, take turns sucking his cock and fuck him in every way imaginable. And after a week or so, we would gather in bed to critique our performance or to re-enact certain scenes. The Wardrobe Department at work stealthily provided costumes, as the Photo Shop "lent" it's cameras, Props played a part too. We had a blast, nobody got hurt and there was no scandal or vicious rumors. Plus the orgasms were terrific.
I could watch my sister tied-down over a bedroom chair, getting her ass stretched out by her son's brutal cock, as I was on my knees sucking that very same tool. Even if Tracy was out shopping or getting a pedicure, we could watch her in action, getting used to her new role as a submissive fuck-doll under the lewd demands of her son.
In one particular scene that we shared, while Jeff was fondling my tits and I stroked his cock, we watched amazed as he and his mom acted-out an intruder scene. In a bedroom lit only by night light, a masked man crawled through a window. Soon a sleepy woman was alerted to a noise and screamed. She jumped out of bed clad only in a gossamer nightgown, her bouncing breasts clearly visible. He chases her around the darkened room, she is screaming and tearful. He is like a matador in the arena, cutting off her escape and tugging and tearing at her thin gown. She squealed in animated delight as the stranger, dressed in black, ripped the fleeting strips of fabric from her bare body.