Regina's Audition Video
(How mom's homemade video shoot really happened.)
You've all seen the stupid photo shoots where a son persuades his own mom to pose naked and how it turns into some sort of sex romp. Well, I'm here to tell you that it doesn't happen that way. I know this because of how my own session with my own mom turned out. Let me say that I did not start this. It just doesn't happen the way they show it in those short videos.
Our whole family is into taking a lot of pictures. When we went to digital, mom bought a really sophisticated camera in the hopes of getting higher quality. I'm pretty sure she had lots of vacation videos in mind when she started. Along with that in mind, she signed up for and started a photography class at the junior college near us. Why I mentioned that is because both of her professors take their classes seriously. The advanced courses offered a cinematography semester. That is where my mom excelled. She even convinced the department head to allow her to do an independent study course.
Mom wound up getting a job in the film industry here in Chicago. She started schlepping equipment for one of the big-time director/producers and worked her way up to assistant director to one of the industry's best female directors. Along the way she picked up some more high-quality used equipment. Then, early one Saturday morning, mom got fired.
Mom was absolutely destroyed. "What happened mom?"
In tears, mom started to open up. "It seems that I am no longer what my employer wants in an assistant. She hired some young guy right out of film school to be her new protΓ©gΓ©. It may have something to do with his gender and how wanton Sylvia is. I think she needs some young cock around to plug her whenever she wants. I just didn't see this coming, but Sylvia gets what she wants."
Then came the anger mom harbored for her producer, Sylvia. "She never let me direct my own ideas. You know, taking some chances with the talent and how they could present their lines and show their own emotions. Here, let me show you." With that, mom took me by the hand into the kitchen. "I'm going to pose you as if you were doing one of my scenes." Mom completely ignored my objections and just kept 'blocking' and directing me. "Ok Andrew, my idea is that you are waiting for your girlfriend to come home from work and need to break up with her." Mom knew that I had just broken if off with my girlfriend Becky.
"Mom, that's a little too close to home for me. You know that I broke up with Becky just last week and it was messy." I know mom heard me, but she just started setting up her video equipment as she described what she wanted.
"Honey, that's why I want to set this up just right. See, I can play on your emotions as I direct the action. Crap, go up to your room, take a shower, put on a clean polo and shorts. Would you object to wearing just your shorts with no shirt?" I don't think she was even listening to me. Obediently, I did as mom asked.
"Mom, what sort of movie are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for a highly charged emotional scene between two young people in lust. Since I don't have the money to hire talent, you are going to perform like an acting pro, got it?" I nodded, but wasn't sure I was the right guy for the job. Ah well, anything for mom.
I won't let my mom down. "I'll soldier on for you, mom." I went up to my room, picked out a pair of clean shorts. Scooted down the hall to the bathroom my sister and I share and showered. All the time I was washing, I was thinking of how I was going to take direction from my own mom. I wished my sister was home so I could act to her. I mean it would be strange, but she can tease the fuzz off a peach. By the way, dad left my sister and me alone with our mom a long time ago.
Mom called from the kitchen, "will you hurry, I want to use the afternoon sun light to create shadows."
I got down to the kitchen to find light streaming in from the patio doors. Mom's cameras were set up at different positions. She had one video camera on a tripod shooting into a silhouette with the second one elevated, shooting down at angle. "Sit there Andrew." She directed me to sit with my back to the doors. I was uncomfortable.
"Honey, you're going to have to trust me in this. I want to shoot you from the front showing how you react to your girlfriend and from the side as your girlfriend first makes eye contact with you. The emotion I want to achieve is trepidation and resolution. Got that? Well, anyway, going forward, I am going to rehearse this with me being your girlfriend. Just go with the flow and I'll run tape while we do this."
I sat there in my gym shorts watching my mom go through what she called 'blocking' and adjusting her camera angles. It was a little cool and my nipples were hard. Oh how fucking embarrassing for me. Mom started, "okay, now I am going to set the scene and I want you to react to my words and movements?" I nodded. Mom wasn't happy with what she set up. Beginning over, "you are ready to give up on your girlfriend, but she isn't ready to let you go just yet. She is going to do everything in her power to persuade you to keep her and you are going to resist her advances. She'll be trying a lot of moves to make you happy, but you need to be strong. You know she's no good for you. You're going to let her know that you have found another lover who cares so deeply for you that she will do anything for you. Okay?"
Protesting, I pleaded, "this is really too close to home, mom."
"Just go with the flow and the dialogue will take care of itself. Honey, Andrew, I am going to start in just a minute. I'll be right back after I change."
"Uh, what? Why are you going to change?" My questions were lost as mom bounded upstairs.
I waited patiently examining how the angle of the camera intersected. Mom's wide-angle video camera looked as thought it would take in the whole breakfast nook where I was sitting. My chair was more in the middle of the room and seemed out of place. It felt like forever, but only about ten minutes passed. Mom came into the room. Holy shit, she was barefoot and wearing her maroon see through nightie covered by a flimsy robe.