Thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his help with editing.
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Ben and Tiffany were eating their breakfast at the table thinking about the shoot that day. Tiffany spooned yogurt into her mouth, holding it there, her mind was still preoccupied with the words Ben said the night before: "I can't wait to fuck you tomorrow, Mom."
She swallowed the cold, thick mouthful of yogurt. 'Ben's cum was tastier,' she thought absently. Her face turned red and she made eye contact with Ben. As if he could read her thoughts, he quickly looked down. The mother and son were unusually silent this morning. A quiet excitement filled the air.
Tiffany refocused on their video project; a hobby that she now realized was rapidly becoming less of a project and more of a profession. She thought of Taylor's role in not just the recording process, but in scenes involving Ben. She decided having her as a part of their team was necessary. Although she was a little jealous of her and the relationship she had with Ben, Tiffany realized that having regular sex with her son would be taxing on her forty-two-year-old body, and she wanted more for him than to be sexually dependent on his mother. She envisioned a plan that would take some of the pressure off of her role as the exclusive female in his videos. This would free her up to write, direct, and publish more of their work from behind the scenes, at least part of the time. Not to mention giving her body a break, which she would definitely need, given the size of Ben's endowment and his sexual energy.
After cleaning up from breakfast, the two went to their respective rooms to get ready for the scene they would shoot that day.
Taylor was fifteen minutes early when she rang the doorbell.
Ben was already showered and ready for the scene when he answered the door. He greeted Taylor who was standing with her legs together, her arms clutching her white, leather bag in front of her causing her large breasts to push out away from her chest. She was smiling.
"Hey, stud! Are you ready?" Taylor was vibrating enthusiasm for the work she would be doing with the mother and son.
"I am. Are you?" Ben opened the door wide.
"You know it!" Taylor grinned.
Ben gave the beautiful blonde a big hug as she stepped into the foyer, then took a moment to scan her gorgeous body. She was wearing a thin, red summer dress that rose to her mid-thighs with tan, leather sandals. Her toenails were a vibrant, deep-crimson color. She wasn't wearing a bra which gave Ben a clear view of the shape of her breasts as they seemed to burst out from her chest. She also sported prominent, hard nipples that poked out the fabric of her dress, which Ben appreciated greatly.
"How's mommy?" She smiled.
Ben blinked, looking at Taylor, "She's great! We were waiting until you came over to write the dialog."
"Sounds fun! Thanks for waiting."
Tiffany came out from her room and greeted Taylor with a hug, looking her over as she stood talking with the buxom twenty-two-year-old.
"Would you like some coffee, or something to eat, Taylor?"
"Coffee would be great!"
Tiffany poured coffee for them then sat down, anxious to get started.
The three sat at the kitchen table, drank coffee, and wrote the dialog for "Annoying Neighbor Part 3." Soon after, they began getting the set ready. Most of the video would take place in the living room so Taylor and Ben were busy rearranging the furniture, checking the lighting, and getting the camera ready.
"Where's the tripod?" Ben looked around the room.
"It's in the kitchen, but we won't need it. I'm the camera guy, remember?" Taylor held up the camera, smiling. "Let's see what having one hand-held camera can do on its own, what do you say?"
"Okay by me." Ben was excited. He realized what a luxury it will be to focus only on the acting in this first video where he wouldn't be constantly wondering about camera angle and keeping his mom's face out of the shot.
"It will be a huge improvement not to have to worry about starting and stopping when we record won't it Ben?"
Ben looked over at his mom. She was smiling as she watched Taylor walk around the leather chaise lounge they were going to film on.
"God, yes," he agreed.
The three walked through the scene before Tiffany disappeared to her bathroom to get in place for her first shot.
"Is everyone ready?" Taylor was also the director for this scene, something else Ben had to get used to.
"Here we go!" Tiffany entered the large, tiled shower and let the warm water pour over her naked body. Her excitement was building to a fever pitch as she imagined having her son's thick cock buried deep inside her again. Ben and Taylor walked outside. The scene would begin at the usual location, at the side gate of the house.
Ben held the camera for the first setting as Taylor followed behind.
He began to record.
"Wonder what that hot bitch is doing today?" Ned's scratchy voice started the dialog.
His hand opened the latch, then the camera recorded his feet. Ben was wearing a white T-shirt, an old pair of khaki pants, and some worn-out sneakers; clothes that his mom had thought would be appropriate for the old man's character.
The camera recorded Ned going through the patio door that entered into the master bedroom.
Ned's voice became slightly softer as if trying to keep quiet. "Ah, shower time for my sweet, big-tit vixen. How lovely."
The camera recorded footage of the hardwood floor and decorative rug in front of the bed. Ben intentionally made the camera a little jerky and unfocused. He centered the camera's blurry view to something that looked like a pink blob on screen, then slowly adjusted the focus.
He was perfectly zoomed in on Tiffany's soapy breasts. Her hands glided over them, spreading the bubbles all over. Her bare skin looked porcelain and wet. She turned from side to side, swiping her pointy nipples back and forth. She hefted her weighty tits up into her slippery hands and let each drop down with a jiggle. The see-through glass door provided a perfect view of Tiffany's voluptuous body.
"Damn, look at that," Ned whispered.
He zoomed out, careful to keep her face out of frame as he shot several minutes of her naked, soapy body. Tiffany made a show of getting her tits all slippery, then doing the same to her sexy, round ass. She made sure to bend and give the camera a good view of her pussy between her thighs.
Ben and Taylor looked on. Taylor reached for Ben's crotch as he filmed his mom showering, playing with his growing erection over his pants as she stood next to him.
Taylor stepped away from Ben, as they needed the scene to continue.
"Shit. I've got to hide." Ned whispered, then turned around, causing the recording to jiggle, the focus returning to the floor as it filmed the hasty retreat. Rather than go outside, the camera showed Ned's feet and his bobbing erection as he walked quickly to the other side of the house, approaching the living room.
As Ned entered the living room, the camera showed the edge of one of the French doors that was open about halfway. Ben was still operating the camera, when Taylor, following close behind, slammed her hand on the wall behind him making a loud -BANG-.
Ben grunted as Ned. He spun the camera around then rocked it from the floor to the ceiling, suggesting that Ned had knocked himself unconscious by slamming his head into the edge of the door.
Ben paused the camera and handed it to Taylor. He stepped back through the French doors and Taylor filmed him from his chest down as he fell backward onto the chaise lounge.
As he flopped into place, his hard-on could be seen poking up beneath his khakis.
Taylor left Ben on the chaise and returned to the bathroom to record Tiffany's part.
Tiffany had resumed her place in the shower, naked.
"Is he 'out cold'?" Tiffany made air quotes with her fingers.
"Yep, now don't forget your pauses," Taylor reminded her, taking a spot in the corner of the bathroom.
From the new angle, Taylor shot Tiffany, repeating her actions. She hummed softly as she rinsed herself, then toweled herself dry. Taylor held the camera steady and reached back to replicate the thud of Ned running into the door.
Tiffany was showing off her body as she put her red hair up into a bun when the sudden -BANG- of Ned hitting his head on the door in the other room surprised her. She grabbed a towel and held it to her chest.
"Heeelllooo? Is someone there?" she called out.
Clutching the towel, Tiffany cautiously tip-toed from the bathroom into the living room, followed closely by Taylor as she recorded Tiffany's bare ass from behind.
"Oh my God. You've got to be kidding me!" she spoke with a loud voice. She wrapped her towel loosely around her torso.
"Ned, you need to leave immediately or I'm calling the police." Her hands were resting on her hips in an expression of disappointment.
