Michael tries to convince his mother to make pornographic videos to post online to earn money.
Author's Note:
This is a true story that Michael and Emma asked me to write about them making mother and son porn videos.
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"Well, this is it," said Emma. "I'm out of a job again," she said slamming her pocketbook down on the kitchen chair and her briefcase on the kitchen table. "I'm sick to death of the abusive, sexual shit that I must take from men who want to have sex with me. Sometimes, I wish I was born a man. Sometimes, I wish I was fat and ugly instead of sexy and beautiful," said Michael's mother.
Sorry that she was so upset, Michael walked over to his mother and hugged her. Not wanting to let her go, he held her longer than necessary and longer than he should. As if she was his girlfriend or his lover instead of his mother, he loved hugging her as much as he loved holding her. Hugging his mother sexually released his pheromones. Guilty in the way that he looked at her, he wished he could have sex with her.
She felt good in his arms. With his father no longer in the picture, he was the man of the house now. He was all she had. Only, he wanted his mother sexually in the way that no son should sexually want their mother.
It took all the self-control he had not to kiss her, French kiss her, while reaching down to fondle her round, firm ass and dry hump her. Something he sexually fantasized about doing and masturbated over doing, he wished he could make out with his mother. Only, he didn't dare.
He didn't want to ruin the loving mother and son relationship they enjoyed by making a sexual pass at her. Seemingly, every one of her bosses in all the places she worked made sexual passes at her. Every one of her bosses wanted to fuck her and wanted her to suck them.
While masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her, if ever he found someone to love, he'd want someone who looked like his mother. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. He only wished she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother.
"Tell me all about it, Mom. What happened this time?"
Emma wiped tears from her eyes with a tissue.
"Same thing. My boss hit on me for the last time and I threatened to tell his wife," she said with hurt. "Always grabbing my ass and groping my breasts, if he didn't stop pressuring me for sex and sexually touching me, I threatened to sue him," she said with anger.
Michael looked angry that his mother couldn't feel safe at her jobs without being sexually terrorized by her employers.
"Asshole," he said.
She looked up at her son with tear filled eyes.
"Running scared by my threats with the #MeTwo Movement still in the news, instead of stopping his bad behavior, he fired me," she said looking at her son while crying. "He said it was cutbacks but I know better. He has a record of firing women who he slept with and/or women who refused to give him sex," she said.
Michael looked at his mother with shock. Even though he knew better, he needed to ask her the question anyway.
"Did you sleep with him?"
She looked up at him with a wrinkled brow.
"God no," she said. "Of course, not. I'd never have sex with a married man. If ever I did, I'd be no better than your father when he cheated on me with that married whore of a woman who was young enough to be his daughter."
He looked at her with anger.
"Did he sexually assault you? I'll go down there right now and beat the crap out of him," said Michael.
She laughed.
"He tried to get me to have sex with him but I wouldn't put up with his shit. He sexually assaulted every woman who worked for him. Besides, you'd never get by security, especially with that angry face. Furthermore, he gave me hush money to stay quiet. Instead of only giving me two-weeks' pay, he gave me three-months' severance pay. That's enough to get us by if we're careful and if I find another job right away," she said.
Michael looked at his mother with sadness.
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"It's not a good time for me either. I was let go today, too. My company, United States Manufacturing, Inc., opened a factory in China years ago and now are doing more manufacturing there than here. They should change the name of the company from United States Manufacturing, Inc. to Chinese Manufacturing, Inc.," said her son with a smug laugh while hanging his head in shame. "What are we going to do for money?"
He looked at his mother with concern.
"Between my severance pay and what I have in the savings and checking accounts, until we both find jobs, we have enough money for six-months' rent, if we cancel cable and the Internet," said Emma.
Michael looked at his mother with panic.
"I'm not cancelling cable, Mom. It's nearly football season and I need the internet," said Michael while thinking of all the pornographic videos he'd miss watching every day.
She nodded her head while thinking.
"You could sell your car. There are a lot of people who'd buy a new, low mileage, Mustang GT," she said with hopefulness. "Besides with the both of us not working, we don't need two cars."
Michael made a pained face as if she had just knifed him.
"I'm not selling my car, Mom. I'd never get what I paid for it. Besides, I'd have to pay the bank back first before I sold it. I'd end up with nothing and no car."
Emma looked at her son with resoluteness.
"We'll have to cut costs other ways, then. I can stop my Yoga lessons and you can fire your personal trainer," she said. "Instead of wasting money on take-out food, I'll cook all of our meals."
He made another pained face while holding his stomach.
"You have a lot of talents, mother, but cooking is not one of them," he said with a laugh.
She laughed, too, and pushed at his muscular shoulder with her hand.
"Shut up," she said. "I can learn how to cook by watching online videos."
He laughed.
"Not if we cancel the Internet."
She looked around the kitchen while thinking.
"We can make our own coffee instead of going to Starbucks every morning," she said. "I'd have to buy a coffeemaker," she said as if talking to herself. "And we can stop the newspaper delivery. We get most of our news online anyway."
She looked around her apartment.
"We can sell some of these things. We have plenty of stuff to sell. We have lots of junk that we don't use," she said. "We can sell all of your exercise equipment."
He shook his head from side-to-side.
"If I'm cancelling my gym membership, I'll need my exercise equipment to work out, Mom," said Michael.
She picked up the newspaper and opened it up to the classified job section.
"First thing tomorrow, I'll look for a new job but I seriously doubt if my boss will give me a reference," she said. "There aren't a lot of job openings for a forty-something-year-old woman. Everyone wants twenty-something-year-old employees because they pay them less money."
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Suddenly, he had an idea. Something he had always wanted to do but now with the both of them unemployed, this was the perfect time to try it. As if telling her that he wanted to join the Army, which he had already done before, he sat with his mother at the kitchen table.
"I have an idea how to make money while working from home," he said.
Obviously, something she always wanted to do, work from home, Emma looked at her son with interest.
"Working from home?" Emma perked up with interest. "You do? How? Working from home would be my dream job," she said giving him a motherly smile. "I'd love to earn a living without having to leave the house."
He took her hand in his as if he was going to propose marriage. Hoping she'd say yes; a big gamble to take, he took a leap of faith that she would say yes. He looked deeply in her big, blue eyes and pushed back a long strand of her lush, blonde hair that fell in front of her eyes while watching her reaction before announcing his plan.
"I want to start our own business making videos and posting them online. I already have all the equipment, cameras, video equipment, and screens. I don't need to buy anything. I have everything here," he said.
Emma looked at her son with excitement.
"Videos? What kind of videos," she asked? "Nature videos? Dogs are good to video. Everyone loves dogs, cats, and horses, too," she said nodding her beautiful head while smiling and showing her naiveté. "What about children? Children say and do the funniest things. We can make videos of them, too."
He smiled at his mother.
"Um, no, mother. Those aren't the kind of videos I want to make. I don't want to make nature videos nor do I want to make videos of dogs, cats, horses, or children," he said while pausing to stare at her. Taken by her beauty, she was so beautiful. "I want to make videos of us. I want to make videos of our everyday life and of us doing ordinary things," he said while easing into what the videos were really about.
Still holding hands, she made a face of confusion mixed with curious interest. She continued playing with his fingers while he imagined she was fingering the head of his erect prick.
"Videos of us? Seriously? Who would pay us to watch a video of us doing ordinary things, such as laundry, cooking, cleaning, and housework? It sounds like one of those boring movies that Andy Warhol used to make in the 60's and that no one paid to see," she said with a laugh.
Knowing that she'd be a hard sell, Michael looked at his mother with hopefulness.
"It's a porn video. I want to make porn videos. We'd make porn movies, Mother," he said.
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Something he'd love to do, put her hand on his cock, she pulled her hand away as if he had tried to put her hand on his erect prick.
"Porn movies?" She gave him that judgmental look that only a mother can give her son. "How can we make porn movies? It cost money to make porn movies." She looked confused. "We'd need to hire and pay actors to act and writers to write. Besides, that's a nasty business to do from home, especially for a mother and her son. What would our neighbors think? I'd be embarrassed by actors walking around me naked," she said. "We'd have to rent a studio and we don't have the money for that," she said.
Michael smiled at his mother.
"Instead of renting a studio, we work from home. Instead of hiring writers, we write out own scripts. Instead of hiring actors, we, um, play the roles ourselves," he said staring at his mother while watching for her reaction again.
